Chen Kee Noodle Restaurant is close to Xiaoxi Street, the place is very remote, but the business is so good that people are jealous. Chen Ji's gluten is full of weight, the soup is the soup base handed down from the previous generation, it is constantly hot all year round, a pot of old soup has gone through more than 60 spring and autumn seasons, and the essence of cattle and sheep is precipitated in the soup base, mellow and rich. With a large bowl of blue and white flowers, the juice is abundant, the noodles are bouncing, the green onion and garlic on the noodles are clean and neat, and the rich ones add large pieces of beef and mutton, a bowl of noodles is full of abundance.

Chen Ji is not particular, kneading noodles and kneading noodles and ramen noodles are widely attended, sweat, oil and water are intertwined, dust is all over the sky, and the movements are rough like large pieces of beef and mutton in a bowl, most of the people who come here to eat noodles are coolies, but there are also some twisted rich families who give you a great face by eating a bowl of noodles All in all, in the afternoon, Chen Ji's business was so hot that it flew up, eight large tables in the lobby were full, and more than ten tables were pulled in the tea house outside.

Yan San spread his hair, slightly covered his eyes, his body was slightly slumped, and he quietly found a place to sit down in the tea room, surrounded by people who were eating and feasting, Qian Guang was among them, as soon as the noodles were on the table, the hungry ghost generally stuffed a big mouthful, and the cheeks on both sides of the food bulged, like a big mouse that only wanted to kill himself.

This guy didn't eat or not, sat or didn't sit, his slender and dry body, one foot was still on the seat next to him, the people on the side wanted to scold, but when he saw Qian Guang's dignity, he immediately stopped his voice and walked away like a plague god.

Yan Sanxin said: "What a miscellaneous person who deceives good and fears evil, thinking that this guy is famous in West Street, and others are afraid of him!" Suddenly remembered something, and sighed in his heart: "No, Qian Guang's dignity is so special, it is impossible for the Nanfeng official not to know him......" Thinking about it again, Yan San's heart was even more uneasy: "No matter how miserable Yuan Xiu is, he will not be beaten by two ordinary officials, even if Lingyuan is lost, his eyesight and experience are still there, looking at Qian Guang's appearance, it has not reached that point at all......

At this moment, Luo Luo, who was held in his sleeve by Yan San, rushed to the table, his short hair rose all over his body, his body was as tight as a bow, he called out "whoa", his eyes looked around, and two sharp and sharp little fangs grinned out of his lips, ready to pounce.

Yan San's muscles immediately tensed, and when he was about to withdraw, a person had already trotted over, put a large bowl of noodles in front of Yan San with a bang, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, your noodles, let's eat noodles and then go on the road!" There were already four people on the side who stood up quietly and looked at Yan San quietly. Only Qian Guang was still snoring and eating, and when he was eating, he raised his head and smiled viciously at Yan San, obviously he had already recognized Yan San and pretended not to know.

Yan San's body suddenly relaxed, exhaled softly, held Luo Luo in his hand, carefully stroked the soft hair on its head and neck, calmed its restlessness, took a pair of chopsticks in the other hand, inserted it into the noodle bowl and turned the noodles a few times, opened his mouth and snorted the noodles into his mouth, "This mouthful of noodles, I don't know if it's the last mouthful of noodles?" Yan San thought, his heart was as calm as water.

Stagnant water.

The person who ran the hall was Shi Wenzheng, who was seven points similar to his master and brother, and Yan San recognized it at a glance. The plump and charming woman over there is Deng Feiyu, the rough and cold man on the side crosses his hands and hugs his chest, faintly blocking the street, it is Ma Biao, and the other two are young students, about the same age as Yan San, and their eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, staring at Yan San at this time is much more nervous, both of them have their hands into the placket, obviously they are about to take out their weapons if they don't agree. Although he hadn't seen much of these two people, Yan San also recognized them, the two miscellaneous disciples of the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, Ma Yang and Li Weikai.

Traps, botched traps. It's a pity that Yan San, who prides himself on not being a fool, didn't understand until this time.

Qian Guang should have secretly informed Ma Biao a long time ago, and then after a clumsy and bitter trick, Yan San really happily came to kill people and kill people!

"Isn't the taste of this noodle too light? I'll add some more ingredients to you?" I heard that the blood in my heart is the best, warm and bright, and it is the most suitable for eating with noodles...... Shi Wenzheng kicked away a diner sitting opposite Yan San, smashed a long sword on the table, and stared at Yan San coldly.

The diner wanted to scold his mother, but suddenly saw the long sword on the table, and his throat was immediately dumb. There were two loud noises next to him, and the two miscellaneous disciples couldn't be stimulated, and at the same time they pulled out their swords, and the sword light was white and dazzling, and the entire noodle restaurant was suddenly silent.

"Qingfeng Mingyue Sect is doing things, don't want to die, get out!" Deng Feiyu raised his voice and said, after all, she is a woman, and she still has a little kindness, and the silver light in her hand is shining, and she has a handful of flying stars.

Ma Biao still clasped his hands and stared at Yan San motionlessly.

The crowd was in an uproar, turning from a brief silence to a continuous movement, scattering and fleeing. The cultivator sect is more unreasonable than the government, looking at the posture of these people, it is estimated that there is a risk of death when you see the excitement!

Yan San didn't move, he couldn't run, the five people had already surrounded him tightly, even if he mixed into the crowd, he wouldn't kill a few people too much. After a while, the guests and hosts of Chen Kee Noodle Restaurant all ran away, only the two people sitting and the four people standing motionless, let the crowd wash away like a tide, and did not move. There was only one person who moved, Qian Guang ate noodles by himself, staring at Yan San and sneering twice from time to time, as if he regarded Yan San as a large piece of beef for noodles, taking a bite and staring.

"Did you kill Gou Fei?" Ma Biao strode over, pulled over a stool, and asked Yan Sandao. In fact, whether to ask or not, Yan San is already a dead man in his heart, whether it is or not, it must be, but now the meat is on the chopping board, playing cat and mouse.

Yan San gently put the chopsticks on the bowl where he had eaten a bite of noodles, and replied: "Qu Chengfeng is my master, speaking of which, I should call you uncle, I heard Uncle Gou say that you used to have a good relationship in Qingfeng Mingyue Sect like brothers. 』

Ma Biao was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "Good master and nephew, the first time we met, I gave Uncle Gou Fei a belly of grass, sure enough, the master died early, and the apprentice was not educated! Your master died, and today Uncle Shi killed you instead of your master, so that you master and apprentice can be reunited as soon as possible, what is this called...... Righteousness destroys relatives!No, it's called the beauty of adults!'

Yan San's eyes narrowed even tighter, like two slender slits, but he was smiling on his lips, and said, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, ask you a few questions, and then send me to see the master It's not too late." 』

Ma Biao and Shi Wenzheng laughed, Deng Feiyu also giggled and smiled, and the muscles on the faces of the two stunned young servants twitched, but they didn't think it was funny.

"Ask, your uncle and I must know everything, so that you can die clearly, just like your master!"

"My master Qu Chengfeng was killed by you?"

"No, sparring! He had to fight the five of us alone, and we couldn't help it, so we missed at the last moment...... You know. Ma Biao continued to laugh and said.

"Why did you kill him? He never provoked you, he hid in Xiaoxi Street for more than ten years, and he had no grievances, right?!"

"Well, damn it or not, it's all fate. More than ten years ago, Qu Chengfeng blocked our way, we should have consciously died, and we were bothered to do it, but the result was not yet dead, do you say that your master is stinky and hard? But this day is really eye-catching, hiding for more than ten years, and in the end it is not going to die in the hands of a few of us? Grabbed a large amount of money for no reason, who would have thought that someone would give it to the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, and the sect happened to send a few of us to investigate, do you say that it is destined, and we can't run away?"

Yan San remained silent and said, "What about Uncle Luo, I heard that my master's head was cut off by him, and I really want to see him. 』

Ma Biao stopped laughing abruptly, a bit of resentment flashed in his eyes, and said, "Isn't it fun to have a few of us to send you on the road?" 』

Yan Sanchang took a long breath and said, "Last question, Uncle Shi, who do you think I want to kill the most now?" glanced left and right with his eyes, and smiled at Deng Feiyu.

Ma Biao laughed wildly, suddenly cold, and said, "With your uncle here, you can't kill anyone today!"

"I don't believe it, I have to try!" Yan San said. As soon as the word "try" fell, the blood light collapsed, the wood chips flew sideways, and Ma Biao shouted: "Be careful of the wind!"

In the chaos, the stars danced wildly, the figures flickered, and after a moment they returned to silence, and everyone was determined.

Yan San couldn't stop coughing up blood in his mouth, the Youquan dagger in his hand flickered and fluorescent, and the last drop of blood on it dripped down into a bowl of beef noodle soup.

Qian Guang covered his throat, but he couldn't hide the sneering voice, he couldn't hide the blood gushing out of his throat, and he ate most of the beef noodles in front of him, leaving only half a bowl of noodle soup, which was placed in front of his head, and at this time he was filled with his own blood, white noodles and red soup, shocking.

"Look...... You have to try it!" Yan San gasped, grinned at Ma Biao, a mouthful of white teeth stained with blood, and said, "Uncle Shi, you are not right...... Auntie be careful, don't move the wound, it must hurt tightly!"

Ma Biao's face was pale, as if a mouse suddenly bit a cat, it was really unexpected, a moment ago he said that Yan San couldn't kill anyone, at this time, Qian Guang was planted on the table like a dead mouse, and blood flowed all over the ground, this junior level 'master and nephew' really gave him a big surprise.

Deng Feiyu on the side shriveled to the ground, a chopstick-sized red dot on his right chest near the shoulder beat was expanding, his breathing was intermittent and mixed with coughing, obviously his lungs had been injured, and he had no combat effectiveness in a short time.

Yan San was also uncomfortable, when he was in trouble, Shi Wenzheng did not hesitate to use the wind attack, that sword Yan San avoided unavoidable; Ma Biao hit Yan San with a palm, and smashed the table top that Yan San lifted, Yan San did not hesitate to launch a wind attack to kill Qian Guang, that palm only hit half a solid, but it was smashed on Yan San's vest, if it weren't for this period of time, Yan San's body had been greatly improved after a blow from the oven, and he would have died on the spot.

However, Yan San still smiled, one sword and one palm, in exchange for one death and one injury, it is worth it!

The two stunned young miscellaneous disciples only reacted at this time, at this time, one went straight to Deng Feiyu, carefully examined the wound, took out the pill from his arms and fed it to her, thinking that it was a healing medicine or something, and the other was frightened by the blood on the table, and he was at a loss for what to do.