Black Oil Mountain Town. The waning moon is like a hook, and the midnight is as lonely as a phantom.

Under the Lianxin Bridge, a lamp like a bean, reflecting the hot heating, an old camel, with a low face hanging down, is cooking noodles, seven or eight greasy chairs, two or three tables with thick grease and dirt, showing the bleak business and the suffering of the poor.

There was only one guest, bent on his knees, looking from his back at the familiar noodles, and this person seemed to be a monk, very tall and strong.

At this time, the sound of hurried hooves suddenly sounded on the long street.

With the sound of horses' hooves, the horses appeared from the end of the long street.

The man on the horse, almost attached to the horse's back, went up to the bridge like an arrow, and the horse neighed with his head back, and in an instant, he had swooped down and went straight to the stall.

Seeing that the horse's hooves were in a hurry, and they were going to knock over the tables, chairs, and chopsticks at the corner of the street, they would also hit the monk, but suddenly the horse's head turned and galloped towards the other end of the long street.

The monk still eats noodles and eats them with relish.

The priest is still watching, and it seems that watching people eat noodles is also a profound knowledge.

Finally, the monk had eaten his full noodles, held the bowl in both hands, leaned his neck and gurgled, and drank the noodle soup straight.

The priest finally spoke: "Dog meat in the noodles?" ”

The monk wiped his fat mouth, wiped the oil and sweat on his face with a hand as big as a sunflower fan, and before he could speak, the old man who cooked noodles said in a whine voice: "What? ”

He raised the knife that cut the goose intestines: "I still make noodles with human flesh!" ”

He had clearly suppressed his indignation.

Although he is just a noodle seller, his unique job of eating is not to be despised.

The priest sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the monk suddenly whispered, "You really want to eat human flesh noodles?" ”

The priest said, "I just want to see how human flesh is cooked, but I don't have the appetite to eat it." ”

The monk spread his hands and said, "If you don't want to eat, you should move your hands less." ”

The priest turned his gaze to the monk and smiled, "Have you finished eating?" ”

The monk said, "I still want to eat again." ”

Stretched out his hand and slapped the top of his head with long short hair, and shouted, "Boss, another bowl of beef noodles!" ”

The boss said coldly: "Do you eat it or does he eat it?" ”

This question made the monks all stunned, and said, "How am I eating?" And what about what he eats? ”

The boss said, "I won't cook what he eats." ”

The monk glanced at the priest and said, "I'll eat." ”

The priest had a bruise on his forehead, and the monk said, "Are you here to kill?" Or are you here to do business? ”

The priest held back his anger and said, "You know him?" ”

The monk said, "I often come to eat his beef noodles, but when he dies, no one cooks this taste." ”

The priest sneered: "Okay, okay, I brought the goods, and where are your things?" ”

The monk took out a sharp thing from his waist, heavy like a copper box, and put it on the table, and the table seemed to be unable to withstand the sudden pressure, and squeaked.

The monk said: "The beauty mirror is here." ”

The priest grabbed the bronze box, and rewarded it again and again, as if he cherished it very much, and then raised his eyes and said, "Where is the key?" ”

The monk stretched out his hand and said, "Where are your things?" ”

The priest slammed his knife on the table.

The table split in two, and a long object wrapped in cloth fell from the ground, and the priest grabbed it with one hand, and the monk's face changed.

The monk sneered: "It turns out that you have already been here. ”

The priest said, "This old camel is old and blind, and I hid the treasure under the table, and he did not know it." ”

The table was split in two, but the priest was able to handle it perfectly.

The two pieces of the table are each supported by two feet, and they do not fall.

The monk said: "Inside the box is the mirror of the Queen Mother of the West?" ”

Reach for it. The priest shrank his hand and said, "What about the mining map of "Magnet Stone"? ”

The monk sneered: "Are you afraid that I will have less of you?" ”

The priest said, "It's always better to be careful." ”

The monk glared at him fiercely and said, "Hua Chilu, if you don't want to be a flying thief, you should go into business." ”

The priest laughed, "Iron crutch, you're not stupid. ”

The iron kidnapper said: "You have everything you want." ”

Hua Chilu threw away the things in his hand and said, "What you want, here." ”

The iron crutch hurriedly caught it with both hands, and was opening it to see, Hua Chilu screamed, and the white horse ran from the ditch, Hua Chilu pressed his hand on the table, swept up, and landed on the horse's back.

The horse screamed, and Hua Chilu was about to urge the horse, when he suddenly felt a sinking behind him, and he didn't know when the iron crutch was already sitting behind him.

Hua Chilu said angrily: "You--" The iron crutch opened the cloth bag and said, "I haven't inspected your goods yet, how about you wait a while before leaving?" Hua Chilu let out a long roar, and the whole person was on the back of the galloping horse, pulled up, and threw himself straight to the roof. The iron crutch shook his hand at this time, and the cloth bag shook to pieces, revealing something with white light, and the iron crutch greeted the moonlight and said angrily: "Fake! ”

With a click, the thing in his hand suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces, forming a string of ice cubes and chasing behind Hua Chilu on the roof tiles like a silver spring.

It's too late, it's fast, the white light is chasing like a silver dragon, Hua Chilu swept seven zhang, the white light has chased to six zhang, Hua Chilu looked back violently, his sleeves were raised, and the white light was split into two, and all of them were inhaled into his sleeves.

The iron crutch rose flat on the horse, rose to the roof, and said coldly: "You are not Hua Chilu. ”

The priest snorted, blood dripping from his drooping wrists.

The iron crutch said, "Who are you?!" ”

The priest suddenly lowered his head, and the collar behind his back slashed out like a meniscus knife, and the rosary burst open in the middle of it, and dozens of them shot at the iron crutch!

The rosary is whistling and cutting! The rosary is screaming and flying!