Listening to the various speculations of the diners, Yun Tao's hand never stopped, picking up a skewer of grilled small yellow croaker and handing it to Jing Ting, who had long been hungry on the side.

"Brother Xie Lu, Brother Xie Tao." Jing Ting happily took the little yellow croaker and couldn't wait to eat it.

"Hehe, little glutton, the guests' barbecue hasn't been served yet, and you're starting to steal it." Zeng Quan just sent a barbecue to a guest and returned to the barbecue grill, looking at Jing Ting's hungry ghost-like eating, and joked with a smile.

"Well, there's no way, who told Brother Tao to make the barbecue so delicious, people can't help it, besides, this is specially roasted for me by Brother Tao, and he knows that I like to eat small yellow croaker the most." Jing Ting said.

"Here, this is roasted corn for you." Yun Tao handed Zeng Quan a roasted corn.

"For me? But there are still a lot of guests who have not yet served the barbecue. "Holding the fragrant roasted corn, this is my favorite barbecue, every time I set up a barbecue stall, I always have to eat once, but now many guests have not served anything, I eat it first, Zeng Quan feels a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you eat first, they're discussing it now, they can't take care of eating barbecue for the time being, let's eat it quickly, it tastes almost cold when it's cold." Yun Tao said.

"Well..., okay, I'll eat then." Zeng Quan looked at the blushing faces of the guests on the side who were discussing now, and he relaxed and ate his favorite roasted corn cob.

……

"I said, what are we guessing here, the boss is almost busy now, or let the owner of the family tell us that we don't know everything." A big man took a sip of beer and said to the people sitting around the table.

"Yes, Boss Yun, tell us quickly, where did you learn this kung fu." The diners asked.

"Ahem, thanks to the patronage of all the guests, then I will tell me the origin of my kung fu, this is a very legendary story."

Yun Tao turned off the barbecue grill, took the towel handed over by Zeng Quan, wiped his face, cleared his throat and began to tell the bloody joke he had made.

"Twenty-five years ago, in a village in the middle of a continuous mountain, there was a boy who was only eight or nine years old, that is, me, playing alone in the back mountain far from the village, when suddenly a half-man-high wild boar rushed out of the forest, and rushed straight to the boy." Speaking of this, Yun Tao paused.

"I said Boss Yun, don't buy Guanzi, hurry up and say, I'm in a hurry." A guest with a more anxious temperament hurriedly urged.

"Okay, I'll move on right away." Yun Tao immediately replied, there is no way that God's request must be met.

"Just when the big wild boar was about to hit the little boy, an old man in monk's clothes suddenly flew over from the side, kicked the big wild boar, and the wild boar directly turned over a few heels, got up and ran directly."

"I'm right, Boss Yun's kung fu comes from Shaolin." Just now, a young man who thought that Yuntao's kung fu was learning from Lin said excitedly.

"You don't interject and listen to Boss Yun." A guest on the side said dissatisfiedly.

"The old monk who saved the little boy is the only monk in the only temple in this village, and no one in the village knows the specific age, according to the oldest generation of the old man in the village, this old monk is at least 100 years old......."

It took nearly half an hour to tell this half-truthed story to this group of curious diners. Yun Tao found that he had never lied before, but now when he talked about this, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, as if it was true, it seemed that he was about to be fascinated by the bloody jokes he made.

"I didn't expect that Boss Yun had such an adventure when he was a child, no worse than the adventures of the protagonists in many novels."

"Boss Yun, you see how about learning martial arts with you now, I don't want to be like you, one person fights a hundred people, I only need to be able to fight a dozen people alone." A long, somewhat thin young man walked directly to Yun Tao and looked at Yun Tao expectantly.

What are you kidding, I know very well how I got this skill, I can't teach it if I want to, and I haven't thought about teaching martial arts at all, not to mention who you are, I don't know you, teach you martial arts, I'm stupid.

"Hehe, this gentleman, I'm really sorry, I can't teach you martial arts." Yun Tao resolutely refused.

"What are you for, I won't let you teach in vain, I worship you as a teacher, and I will pay the money." The young man said without giving up.

"Hehe, it's not that I don't want to teach you martial arts, it's that I really can't teach you." Yun Tao waved his hands and pretended to be helpless.

"Boss Yun, you can't teach you what to do, we all want to know the way, in fact, we also want to learn a trick and a half." A big man who also wanted to learn martial arts from Yun Tao asked unwillingly.

"Cough, my master's name is nameless, he is not a master from Shaolin Temple, our lineage is from the beginning of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the ancestor is an unknown master who came to the Central Plains with the Bodhidharma Patriarch, different from other martial arts, the martial arts and the heart of this door are a single line, only the previous nameless master felt that his limit was approaching, he would look for a disciple, and use the secret method of the door to pass on the power of the whole body and the heart to the next nameless, only in this way can the heart be passed on, and it can only be passed on alone, Once the apprentice accepts the mind and skills of the previous nameless master, the former nameless master will soon return to Xili.

This is the sorrow of our lineage of martial arts, and there are regulations in this sect, first, any martial arts cannot be passed on, second, every unknown successor must be very ugly, handsome or ordinary, third, the age of the disciple must not exceed ten years old, and the disciple must not use any martial arts before the age of thirty. ”

Looking at people's disappointed looks, Yun Tao was secretly proud in his heart, he didn't expect that he could come up with such an excuse to make people vomit blood in such a short period of time, and at once blocked the mouths of all those who wanted to learn from his teacher. Hehe, whoever wants to come to apprentice in the future, tell them this paragraph.

"Then, Boss Yun, we often see it on TV and in novels, we believe in this, so we can't blame you, but I just don't understand why you have to choose ugly people to be heirs? Don't be handsome, we still have some understanding, handsome people are easy to provoke right and wrong, but it's not okay to be ordinary for any long. ”

A man who often reads novels understands Yuntao's "bitterness" a little, but he must be very ugly for every nameless successor, and he will not accept handsome or ordinary, which is very incomprehensible.

"This is going to start with our first ancestor, it is said that our patriarch has been very ugly since childhood, and is often ridiculed, because of his talent, he was recruited into the palace by the emperor at that time to prepare to be an official for him, but when the emperor saw the patriarch himself, he was frightened by the patriarch's ugly appearance, and ordered someone to drive the patriarch out of the palace directly, and ordered this person to never be hired, and the angry patriarch became a monk.

Our talented patriarch was ugly, and no one in the temple was willing to talk to him, so the withdrawn patriarch applied to be a town guard monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so our patriarch stayed in the Tibetan Library for thirty years, and during that time, our patriarch read all the scriptures and martial arts of the real Tibetan Library, and created this strange martial arts method.

Later, he and Bodhidharma Patriarch crossed east to the Central Plains together, because he was ridiculed because of his ugliness since he was a child, so he especially liked the same ugly people, so he set this rule. Yuntao found that there are many benefits to reading novels, and it is so easy to make up stories.

"Then the age of the disciple must not exceed ten years old, and the disciple must not use any martial arts before the age of thirty." Some people are also puzzled by this provision.

"This is very easy to understand, children under the age of ten are malleable, as for why they should not use any martial arts before the age of thirty, the main reason is that they are afraid that the disciples are young and ignorant, and they will endanger the society with martial arts, and after the age of thirty, people have matured, and they have passed the age of trouble, and our ancestors have good intentions."

Looking at this group of diners who listened with relish, Yun Tao actually wanted to say in his heart, these regulations are actually made up by myself, in order not to let you bother me to teach martial arts.

"I didn't expect Boss Yun's ancestor to be so legendary." A diner said to the person next to him after listening to the story.

"Isn't it legendary, haven't you heard, the ancestor of the boss of Renyun and the patriarch of Shaolin Temple, Patriarch Dharma, are of the same age, and they still crossed east to the Central Plains together, and those who can come to the Central Plains with Patriarch Bodhidharma all the way, can they not be powerful, it is estimated that the martial arts are no less than Patriarch Dharma. It's a pity, it's just that this martial art is too special, otherwise, it is estimated that there will be a second Shaolin Temple, and there will be a legend about this nameless patriarch. A big man said with emotion.

"It is estimated that this nameless patriarch and Bodhidharma patriarch may be brothers, otherwise how could they come to the Central Plains together."

"I think this unknown patriarch's martial arts may be higher than Bodhidharma's ancestor, you see he has been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for thirty years, read all the books, and created his own martial arts, I remember that the Bodhidharma on TV only created his own martial arts after coming to the Central Plains."

……

People began to talk about this unknown patriarch and his legend, which did not exist.

The whistle of the police car of "business-service-service-service" sounded in the activity square.

The chatter stopped, and people turned their heads to look at a Volkswagen police car coming towards the barbecue stand, and it seemed that the city was looking for trouble.

Zeng Quan and Jing Ting came to Yuntao's side and looked worriedly at the police car driving towards them.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Yun Tao comforted Zeng Quan and Jing Ting who were nervous, and looked back at the police car that had been parked not far in front of the barbecue grill.