"Boss, come three bowls of noodles. Demon Moon Ji and Sha Hua walked slowly towards the noodle stall and shouted at the noodle stall owner.

As for the little gray gray, the others and these two positions are angry, and they don't know where they ran away all of a sudden.

"Okay, please sit inside and wait a while, and the noodles will be fine at once. The owner of the noodle stall greeted the two with a smile on his face, and began to bow his head and get busy again.

The place where the demon moon Ji and Sha Hua were sitting was a little far away from Feng Sheng, but now there was nothing else in the shed, there was nothing to cover, and he could see it very clearly.

Seeing Feng Sheng and this bucktooth kid playing with each other, with a sincere smile on his face, Demon Moon Ji felt a little relieved in her heart, and a little reluctant, unwilling to ruin his current happiness:

Don't look at Feng Sheng's youthful ambition and prestige, but he must prefer to live this kind of calm and tranquil life in his heart, with his family, with children full of innocence, and with the people he likes, have fun and play, right?

Looking at such a scene, a charming and sweet smile appeared on the corner of Demon Moon Ji's mouth, although a black cloak concealed her true face, it could also bring people infinite reverie for her beauty.

"The noodles are here, please enjoy them as much as you like!"

The noodle stall owner also acted quickly, and after a while, he had already made two bowls of noodles, and carefully held them in front of the two of them.

"Okay, here's face money. Demon Yueji tapped her head, and took out a medium-grade true yuan stone in her hand, which she wanted to pay to the owner of the noodle stall.

Seeing clearly what the demon moon Ji took out, the noodle stall owner turned pale, frowned, and immediately put on a look of great humility, even panic and fear, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and he said:

"Two immortals, small, small eyes do not know Mount Tai, you two can come to our store, that is naturally the blessing of the store, I don't know how many lifetimes to cultivate the blessing, rush to worship it is too late, how dare you collect your money?

This side is regarded as a small little heart, free, free!"

The slender jade hand that let the demon moon Ji hold the true yuan stone stopped in mid-air, and the noodle stall owner was half bent over, his head was deeply rooted, and he didn't dare to look up at the other party, let alone accept the money from the demon moon him.

The noodle stall owner suddenly came to such a scene, looking at his panicked expression, and listening to him call himself two "immortals", where does the demon moon Ji not know the reason for this:

Although this world has the aura of heaven and earth, and the people or demon beasts in it can cultivate with the help of this side of the aura of heaven and earth, which constitutes a colorful world of cultivation, but compared to the very few proud sons of heaven who can cultivate, there are still many mortals who have no cultivation and live an ordinary life, and the number is even greater.

The monk has the power to destroy the world without restraint, but it is also because of this power that he unleashes the violent and savage nature that lies deep in his heart, killing and acting recklessly, especially when powerful monks are facing powerless mortals.

For example, a monk went to a mortal's territory to carry out activities, such as Demon Moon Ji now went to the mortal noodle stall owner to eat but didn't want to give money, and even bullied men and women, this kind of disgraceful thing will not spread among monks, but the reality is that it really happened, and it is by no means an exception, and even commonplace, which makes people not strange.

However, these people still keep saying that they are decent and upright and maintain the right path and order in the world, but in fact, how is this practice different from the so-called evil and evil ways?

There is no difference, and even more poisonous, which makes people hate it even more.

But what can be done?

For mortals who don't have the slightest power to resist, is there any other choice but to give in?

No, the "immortals" are angry, bleaching thousands of miles, and you dare to resist a mere mortal?

Do you dare?!

Although I don't know how the owner of this noodle stall recognized the true yuan stone of this cultivation thing, and looking at the appearance of the other party, he should also know the value of this middle grade real yuan stone;

True Yuan Stone is a common thing for monks (demon beasts), but it is still quite rare for mortals.

If this noodle stall owner doesn't know the goods, probably after the demon moon Ji himself took out such a stone as money to pay the bill, the noodle stall owner would be furious, and the demon moon didn't ask much about it.

Although the noodle stall owner called himself an "immortal", it was just that the other party was afraid, and he really had to resist, and if he really had the power to resist, if it was really like the situation mentioned earlier, he couldn't tell how he scolded himself, Demon Moon Ji just smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

"Shopkeeper, you better take it, we eat your noodles, naturally we have to pay, isn't this a natural thing? Sha Hua made a round for the demon moon Ji and asked the noodle stall owner to accept it.

The owner of the noodle stall insisted on refusing to accept it, refusing to answer:

"This, this is not just a question of whether to accept it or not, but this thing is too expensive to accept.

Why don't you two see if you have some copper coins or something, this is more appropriate..."

Trembling Weiwei said that, the noodle stall owner used all his life's courage, and after a conversation with the two of Youyueji, he felt that the two of them had good character, and they would not be the kind of unreasonable, tyrannical and unreasonable people, so they dared to say such a thing.

does not accept the precious true yuan stone, but chooses the gold, silver, copper and iron of mortals, firstly, the noodle stall owner does not know how to use this kind of immortal thing of cultivation, and the value itself is too valuable:

It's to make pasta for them for most of their lives, and I'm afraid it won't be worth the value (even if I don't know how to use this real yuan stone, but the noodle stall owner can also take it to the auction house to auction, so that those nobles who are keen to ask for immortals can bid and make a fortune for themselves).

Pushing and shoving, the two of them were a little embarrassed, and prevaricated:

"Okay, I remember it seems to have a little bit, boss, you can go and work for a while, and then pay you when we finish eating." ”

"Hmm. ”

Without saying much, the stall owner went back to his stall and got busy.

After eating a little noodles, Demon Moon Ji couldn't wait to stand up slowly, and the person walked towards Feng Sheng's position.

Coming to the little boy's side, Demon Moon Ji half-bent down and reached out to touch the little boy's hair, and casually picked up a topic and chatted with him:

"What's your name, kid, how old are you this year?

"Big sister, you want to talk to this old man, right?" Before Demon Moon Ji finished speaking, the little boy directly pierced her purpose.

In fact, when the two of them stood not far away and looked at the location of their noodle stall, the little boy noticed their existence, and later when they walked in to eat noodles, they saw their eyes staring at this place many times under careful observation, so that they could know what her purpose was as long as they turned their brains - and they could only come for this old man.

The little boy stood up very interestingly, made a clearing for the two of them, picked up a book that had been turned over a little tattered, and walked to the side to read.

The moment before the little boy turned around, as if he remembered something, he asked with a bold whisper grin:

"Big sister must know this old man, is it his family or friend or something, right?

You're going to take Grandpa home now, right?"

I didn't expect my son to be so "fearless", and boldly asked the two "immortals" such a question, although he already knew that the two Demon Moon Ji were not the kind of people he was worried about, but this action still caused a burst of panic from the noodle stall owner, and he was uneasy in his heart, and kept coughing dryly, reminding him to stop.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The little boy suddenly asked like this, which made Youyue Ji himself very embarrassed, smiled bitterly again, did not answer his question directly, thought for a while, and replied:

"Yes, I am friends with him. ”

What a smart kid!

didn't go into any depth, the little boy grinned, sat down in his position, held the book and read it with relish, leaving time and space to the two of Youyue Ji and Feng Sheng.

Half bent over, looking at Feng Sheng, who was a little disappointed and dissatisfied because of the short departure of his playmate little boy, although he had watched it from afar, but when he really stood in front of him, the feeling was still very different:

Even though there are a thousand words, for a while, Demon Moon Ji herself doesn't know where to start and what to say.

Demon Moon Ji slowly squatted down, took out a white handkerchief in one hand, and was about to wipe the oil stains and filth on his face for Feng Sheng, but saw that his body quickly shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.

Although Feng Sheng, who had become like this at this time, had no concept of the term "clean", what he had encountered in the past few days was enough for him to realize what it was, so when Feng Sheng saw Demon Moon Ji holding a white handkerchief in her white jade hands, her body almost instinctively resisted.

"Don't be afraid, I have no ill will towards you. Demon Moon Ji said softly, and after several hard attempts, Feng Sheng let down his guard a little bit, and let himself wipe his face clean for him.

"Feng Sheng, do you still recognize me?" With a hint of fantasy, Demon Moon Ji gently stroked his face with a handkerchief in one hand, and tried to ask as she tried to wake up the person she knew.

When the two of them were in close contact with Demon Moon Ji and Feng Sheng, a gust of wind blew outside the greenhouse, blowing the handkerchief in Demon Moon Ji's hand that became a little dirty into the air:

Someone was galloping up.

This is a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, riding a white demon horse with sharp edges and strong muscles, and it is whistling along the wind from the north.

The person who came looked like an ordinary face, dressed in white, like the Taoist robe of a disciple of a certain sect, but his aura was staggering.

And the most impressive thing is his equipment:

Carrying a quiver on his back, ten feathered arrows spread out in an orderly and straight manner, and on either side of the horse were placed a delicate short knife and a silver spear nearly two feet long.

Holding the reins of the white horse, the young man glanced at Feng Sheng and Demon Moon Ji in the greenhouse, and when his eyes fell on Demon Moon Ji, he saw through his identity, and roared and ordered:

"Demon girl, you, stay away from him!"

is so angry and high-spirited, but he didn't spread this noodles, and it is thanks to this young man's upbringing and good temperament!

"Who are you?!" Hearing the other party's words, Demon Moon Ji turned around and asked.

When Demon Moon Ji turned around and was about to make a move, Sha Hua on the side had already rushed in front of her and guarded her, preventing this man from hurting her in the slightest.

Before the man could introduce himself, Sha Hua had already answered Demon Moon Ji's question, saying:

"White-clothed spear, Duan Ze!"