Through certain signs, it is possible to judge whether the martial artist is enlightened.

It can be seen that the ruffian and spirited Gao Feige, as well as his accomplices, have not opened their minds. The solid iron rod that the thin monkey holds in his hand is okay to bully ordinary people, but when it comes to an enlightened martial artist, it is worse than a burning stick.

Even Wang Ming, who only opened his eyes, could easily bring down this gang of gangsters. Right now, there are more than twenty martial artists who are stronger than Wang Ming.

"Bang Dang"

The iron rod fell to the ground, and the thin monkey did not dare to bend down to pick it up, so he spread out the newspaper and threw it at his feet, covering the iron rod.

Goofy could barely keep his composure, but his face wasn't much better than that of a skinny monkey.

This gang of gangsters, although they have no strength, they still have eyesight.

"What's wrong?" Liu Longhu quickened his pace, and when he approached, he glanced at Gao Fei with a smile, "What is the little brother doing?" ”

"I, we ......" Gao Fei hesitated, his face was so frightened that his face was pale, and his eyes towards Jiang Mubai were almost asking for help.

Jiang Mubai turned his head to look at the people in the Juying Pavilion who were close to here, and saw that they were followed by two patrolmen riding tall horses, thought for a while, and said, "A few little brothers heard that our soup is good and want to come and taste it, but the soup has been sold out." Lao Liu, you too, why didn't you say it earlier, I knew that you were going to come to cheer, I would definitely leave soup for you. ”

Seeing that Jiang Mubai had no intention of embarrassing a few little deflated people, Liu Longhu simply ignored them, and laughed: "It's not interesting to say it." Also, we came on time, we came early, for fear of scaring your customers away. It doesn't matter if you don't have soup, come back tomorrow, eat whatever is left today, say okay first, you can collect how you want to collect money! No treats! ”

"Don't worry, small business, please can't afford it." Jiang Mubai nodded at Shi Guangwen and the disciples of the Juying Pavilion, and ran to other stalls to borrow tables, chairs and benches.

At this point, the breakfast stall is basically out of business, borrowing some tables and chairs has no effect, Jiang Mubai made a request with kind words, and the stall owners are not easy to refuse, and they dare not refuse.

When the tables and chairs were set, Gao Fei and his group still stayed where they were and didn't leave, Jiang Mubai estimated that they were scared stupid and didn't dare to leave without permission, so he walked up to Gao Fei, folded the two hundred-yuan bills in half, and gently put them in Gao Fei's jacket pocket.

"Little brother, two hundred, take it."

"Big brother, I don't ......" Gao Fei trembled, trembling like a dead leaf in the wind and rain.

"Hurry up early tomorrow to try our crockpot soup. As for the money, you accept it and be a lottery head. ”

When he said this, Jiang Mubai smiled warmly and kindly, like a warm and sunny brother next door, but in the next sentence, he turned his face like turning a book, put away his smile, his expression was serious, and his eyes were warned.

"However, the chanting is limited to one time, and the next time, it's time to go over."

"Also, the breakfast shop is run on a small budget, and it's not easy for everyone to make a living, so don't embarrass them, right?"

Gao Fei blinked his eyes quickly, and finally said a complete sentence: "Don't dare, don't dare anymore, this will be your territory in the future." ”

The thinking of the little gangster was really incomprehensible, Jiang Mubai shook his head and smiled, and made a gesture: "Go slowly." ”

Gao Fei didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and slipped away, the thin monkey wanted to pick up the iron rod, but when he saw Gao Fei running fast, he didn't dare to rub it, so he ran away.

The rest of the gangsters were not willing to lag behind, nor did they dare to fall behind, so they immediately turned on the racing mode and ran away in one go, which made everyone laugh in the Juying Pavilion.

Jiang Mubai walked back to the back of the dining car, and worked with Master Tang, the chicken soup was the base, the wontons were put into the pot, the brown sugar blossom steamed buns were cut into small pieces and put on the plate, and it only took a quarter of an hour to make a breakfast for forty people.

The martial artist has a good appetite, large consumption, high basal metabolism, and the amount of food is much larger than that of ordinary people, and the breakfast for forty people is distributed to more than twenty martial artists, and at most seven points full.

This is summer, the temperature is high, a bowl of hot wontons in the stomach, eating Liu Longhu sweating, he is not too hot, wiped his forehead, shouted: "Delicious!" It's so delicious! Anything else? I haven't eaten enough! ”

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, it's not enjoyable yet, Uncle Tang, is there anything else, I think I can eat three more bowls!" ”

"Three bowls are not enough, hey, Senior Brother Shi always said that I need to eat more, increase weight, increase body fat percentage, if I can eat such delicious food every day, my weight has already increased."

The atmosphere rose, and even Shi Guangwen, who didn't like to joke much, coaxed: "If you want me to say, if you don't cultivate diligently, you will suffer a loss at this time, and if you don't open your tongue, no matter how good the taste is, it will be limited." Uncle Tang, are there still wontons? ”

"The wontons are gone, and there are fried noodles, so don't worry, it'll be fine right away." Master Tang responded with a smile, as if returning to the past.

Taking advantage of the waiting moments, the martial artists set up a gossip array and chatted.

"Speaking of which, do you remember my senior brother?" A bald target artist said in a tone of recounting rumors, "Didn't he disappear after failing to quench his body last year?" Two days ago, I received a letter from him, saying that he had become fully fit! ”

Hearing this news, Shi Guangwen's expression moved slightly.

"Hey, make up stories seriously." Liu Longhu's face was full of disbelief, "Your senior brother was almost forty when he hit the second realm, and the aura of the body quenching failed to rush to the meridians, and it was a great luck to be able to keep fifty percent of his cultivation, and he could quench his body again?" Can it still be quenched? ”

"Who made up stories with you, I'm serious! The faith is with me! The bald head glared at Liu Longhu, and took out a letter from the side pocket of the military uniform, "Oh, look! ”

The martial artists sitting next to the bald head circulated in turn, and finally handed it to Liu Longhu.

Liu Longhu took the letter paper and glanced at it a few times, and sneered: "Fake, I'm noisy, I was deceived last year, and I sent a letter to say that I was my junior brother, and I borrowed money after a few back and forth letters, and my mother deceived me of 10,000 yuan." ”

The bald head stalked his neck and retorted loudly: "Impossible! I recognize my brother's handwriting, and he must have sent the letter! ”

"Can't imitate the handwriting?" Liu Longhu shook his head, "Then you should tell me, why is your senior brother quenching?" Who has ever heard of a failed quenching in their thirties and being able to quench their body again? ”

Jiang Mubai watched the two quarrel like children behind the dining car, and couldn't hold back his laughter.

Master Tang shook his head: "Xiao Liu is like this, nosy, likes to talk a lot, in fact, people are not bad." ”

"Well, Master Liu is a good person." Jiang Mubai nodded in response, when Wang Ming was troublesome to him before, it was Liu Longhu who was too talkative to meddle with things. Master Liu's temper may be annoying to others, but as a friend, Jiang Mubai will definitely be on his side.

"Isn't it written on the letter, you won't read it for yourself!" The bald head was very unconvinced, and raised his voice again, "My senior brother smuggled to Tiantang and risked death to enter the Dragon Blood Terrace!" Wash the essence and reshape the meridians! ”

"Dragon's Blood Table? How did he get into the Dragon's Blood Terrace? Isn't Dragon's Blood Terrace a royal forbidden place? Liu Longhu was stunned.

"Look at you, you don't understand, you have to pretend to understand." The bald head rolled his eyes and said, "My senior brother said, forty years ago, Emperor Zhao Cao promised the world's martial artists when he molded his Dharma body and became an immortal, and after forty years, the Dragon Blood Platform would be opened, and all the martial artists in the world could enter the Dragon Blood Platform to fight for the Heavenly Machine." This year, the Dragon's Blood Platform will be opened, as long as you dare to enter, anyone can enter, my senior brother went in, came out alive, and he will be quenched in four months! ”

After a moment of silence, the breakfast stall exploded.

Jiang Mubai walked up to the bald target master with a bowl of noodles, and asked with an imperceptible sense of weakness: "You just said that forty years ago, who molded the Dharma body and became an immortal?" ”

The bald target master replied loudly without thinking: "The Empress of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Cao!" ”