An old man walked straight into the noodle restaurant near dawn.

The old man was short and lean, dressed in a patched short linen shirt and linen pants.

Although the restaurant is mediocre and even a little bleak, Li Yijin gets up early every morning and starts to make preparations that are not really worth preparing.

It's just that today's Li Yijin failed to rise as scheduled.

At this time, Li Yijin was lying on the innermost wooden table with a flushed face, sleeping soundly.

Compared with Li Yijin's wanton sleeping posture, Yun Banfan, who was also lying on his stomach, was much more elegant.

The two small wine cups on the wooden table were not put away by Li Baliang.

The wine at the bottom of the cup is exhausted, but the aroma of the wine is not dispersed, light but not rich.

Li Ba's legs were spread apart, his hands hung down in the gap, his waist muscles were slightly bent, his neck was slightly lowered, his eyes were closed, and his cheeks were filled with a slight redness after drunkenness, which was almost like a slight drunkenness.

The lean old man found a wooden chair and sat down near the wooden table where all three of them slept.

It's especially quiet in a small restaurant.

Before long, Li Baliang, who seemed to have just woken up, stretched out his broad arms and yawned loudly.

The corner of his eyes squinted slightly, and he saw the old man on the side, and said in person: "Yo, you kid is a rare guest." ”

The old man laughed softly: "Isn't it that I miss my uncle coming to see it?" ”

His eyes were duplicitous, staring at the empty wine cup on the wooden table.

"Hehe, you're going to be disappointed now, but I don't have a drop here. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not believing what Li Baliang said, could it be that he, the nephew, still didn't understand the importance of ambergris rice wine to his uncle?

And this excuse has been used by my uncle many times.

"Boy, I won't lie to you this time, your uncle made a good deal and gave it away. ”

This made the old man even more puzzled, what kind of deal should be so that his uncle, a powerful man of Emperor Xuan, would have to give away his favorite as an additive.

"Auntie, your kid has finally stepped over, well, yes, yes. ”

The first half of the sentence sounds gratifying, but the second half of the sentence is like eating a casual bite of the appetizer and saying that it is not bad.

However, the old man's face was still filled with an uncontrollable smile, and the scenery of the upper three realms was infinitely good, although he was only half a foot away.

Li Baliang yawned, said goodbye, and said, "Okay, okay, you kid shouldn't be running to me to show off, right?"

After hearing the sound, the old man put away the smile on his face and said in a solemn voice: "Uncle Shi has been guarding this place for many days, but you can find it." ”

"One late, two mid-stage, those old guys are all here, and there are some small fish and shrimp that are not on the table. ”

The old man's face froze, and he was the old guy in his uncle's mouth, but he could sit in the seat without missing a beat.

"Xiao Wutong, Xiao Wutong, you don't have to worry too much, that lion king is much stronger than you, people are really entering the divine realm, even if something is wrong now, but it is not comparable to those old guys who should have buried the soil a long time ago, and they all thought they had a plan. ”

Li Baliang, who sighed lightly, continued: "Hurry up and die!"

muttered in a low voice, anyway, he would have died a long time ago.

When the dawn breaks, the noodle restaurant does not realize that it is already dawn, and only when the morning light is revealed, can the good location of the restaurant be revealed.

The long and narrow dining room was crowded with orange and yellow light, and the lean old man instinctively felt warm all over his body, and he couldn't help but be a little greedy for this kind of difficulty.

Staying in front of your uncle, not only can you relax physically, but also relax for a short time in your state of mind.

The old man got up and looked at Li Baliang, and the Xuanli condensed into a line and passed into the other party's ears, "Uncle Shi, is he here?"

Li Baliang put away the smile on his face, frowned and pondered, but he was not as cautious as the old man, and replied bluntly: "No one knows if that old guy is still alive, and I don't know, the last time I saw him from afar was a hundred years ago, and it was rumored that he was about to return to dust, but that old guy's cultivation at that time was a little higher than that of me when I left first,"

The old man's cultivation can also be called half of the upper third-order monks, and he can roughly feel how big some of the third-order monks are.

"But you don't have to worry, no matter what, even if he dies, he is still a monk in Beizhou, otherwise he will not survive under the master of the sword boy, there are few third-order monks in Beizhou, but there is no room for a single person to eat inside and out. ”

The old man nodded, but he didn't have any doubts about what Li Baliang said.

In the eyes of most Beizhou monks, the Xuanhuang monk is a strong man who stands up to the sky, but only when he cultivates to a certain level will he realize that there is still a piece of heaven above this high sky.

Taller, bluer and more open.

The old man can be regarded as a little glimpse now.

Just like what Li Baliang said to the old man, most of them are secrets that are usually kept silent and don't mention half a sentence, and only after the old man took half a step did Li Baliang gradually talk between words.

Cultivation is the key, what kind of cultivation can open what kind of door, so that you can get a glimpse of what kind of scenery behind the door.

Li Baliang suddenly chuckled and said, "Even if that old guy comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to take advantage of it." ”

The lean old man was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that his uncle had said before that he was a good deal, a person who could do business with himself, an upper-third-order uncle, and let his uncle, who was addicted to alcohol, give away his favorite ambergris rice wine, he would not be a third-order monk after all.

It's just that the old man really can't think of the third-order monk in Beizhou who can do business with his uncle.

The old man didn't just come for an accident in the dense forest of the Dark Valley, he made up his mind and said, "Uncle Shi, you have also been here for a long time, and there are clues to the changes in this Devil's Horn Mountain." ”

Li Baliang, who had not changed his color despite some of the earth-shattering conspiracies in the dense forest of the Dark Valley, showed a solemn expression for the first time after hearing what the old man said.

His eyebrows tightened, and he slowly shook his head and said: "The existence of Devil's Horn Mountain is longer than I thought, and now I just have a little clue, but it was supposed to be used to suppress something, and this Devil's Horn Mountain is roughly where the eye of the array is." ”

The old man was softly startled, "Use the aura of the entire Dark Valley Dense Forest to suppress?"

Li Baliang nodded, he was also shocked when he knew about this, there were too many things involved, too deep and too deep.

Now the most tightly guarded area in the entire Demon Horn Town is actually not the Beizhou Heavenly Dao Tower, but the small-eyed earth bag not far away that is named the Holy Mountain, after all, how can a place that can be watched by a third-order cultivator who can be watched by from time to time is not safe?

The old man got up and looked at the two people who were sleeping soundly on the wooden table, and roughly noticed that they were not

Small chances.

said goodbye to Li Baliang, and the old man left in a hurry, and after decades of being a shopkeeper, he couldn't escape.