On the one hand, it is traditional that the director of the six divisions of the business has absolute authority, on the other hand, the bed bugs control the distribution of funds of the entire god hunter warriors, and it is only a small problem to deduct from them, and it is a big problem not to send them to you directly, if a god hunter soldier leaves this system, it may not be difficult to survive in a society under the rule of law, but it is not easy to live well.

Of course, when the bed bug was just sitting on the first floor of the sixth division of the business, a hunter warrior and the bug had a violent friction, and the bug = directly deducted the other party's bonus, which is nothing, the most important thing is that the hunter warrior forced the bed bug to kneel down and apologize with a knife and disappeared directly, life and death are unknown, but the result will definitely not be too good!

Since then, Bedbug has been completely firmly in the position of deputy director of the sixth business department. After all, the god hunter warrior is just asking for money, although it is also a knife licking blood, but there is no profit and there is a possibility of giving away his life, no one wants to do it.

The intestines are like drums, this is the flesh is hungry, at this time, the flesh body begins to consume the vitality in the sea of qi to maintain the operation of the body, this kind of consumption is quite cost-effective for Zheng Xian, after all, it is very simple to fill the stomach, but if you want to fill the sea of qi, you have to fight with your life, so the stomach still can't be hungry easily.

Zheng Xian walked out of the Religious Affairs Administration and returned to his residence, at this time, what he was thinking about the most was not about cultivation, but about the bowl of fragrant and hot beef noodles at the door!

"Boss ......"

"A nest of silk, right, wait! Boy, you left all the bowl of noodles last time, I thought you kid would never come again? Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of your jokes, I brought your bowl of noodles to the back kitchen and the noodle master took a bite until I ate it and didn't notice anything wrong, if you give me the rest today, don't come to my beef noodle door next time!"

The owner of the noodle restaurant is a Muslim man, named Ma Benzhai, and the name of this beef noodle shop is called Benzhai Beef Noodles, which is a well-known golden signboard, and the surrounding good beef noodles are gathered in his house.

There is also a pair of woodcut couplets hanging at the door - the sunrise recites the scriptures, and the white tower is empty at dusk. Burning incense sighs to himself, only looking forward to beef noodles".

Horizontal batch - ramen noodles are fragrant, but only Ma's master.

In fact, it is not a couplet, but a poem by Zhang Shu in the Qing Dynasty was disassembled, although Ma Benzhai has always said that he is the direct grandson of the Ma family, but Zheng Xian does not believe it very much, the right is that the old man Ma is far-fetched for the sake of business, but then Ma Benzhai patted his hat and asked Zheng Xian what the word "Hui" of Lu Dao Hui meant, Zheng Xian felt that he was somewhat persuaded by Ma Benzhai.

The word "big mouth with small mouth" is taken to warn people to be consistent with their words and deeds, and to be united with their hearts and mouths, and this is in line with the Islamic belief of 'confession with the tongue and honesty in the heart'.

Zheng Xian said that this Ma Benzhai is a devout believer, five times a day even if the kitchen is on fire has never fallen, Zheng Xian was present at the time, fortunately the fire is not too big, only half of the room was burned, after the worship of the old horse's head only buttocks smoke to put out the fire, some time ago Ma Benzhai also went to Mecca for a pilgrimage, he said the words so seriously, cursed and swore to take faith as a guarantee, Zheng Xian wanted not to believe it can not be believed.

At this time, Ma Benzhai was wearing a hat on his head that was so white that it was like laying a layer of flour, with a hooked nose, like an ordinary Muslim, not fat, and his face was deeply portrayed by the word hard work, he looked like a businessman who was quite duty-bound, and his mind was all about this noodle restaurant, Zheng Xian basically came once every three or two days, and after a long time, he naturally said hello, and slowly looked a little close, and he was able to joke with each other. For this kind of character who has nothing to do with him, Zheng Xian is willing to say more.

Zheng Xian smiled and said, "Since Uncle Ma said so, then add another bowl and two more eggs to me." The noodles are not gluten, the soup is not delicious, the garlic sprouts are not fresh, the spicy seeds are not crispy, I have all leftovers!"

Ma Benzhai smiled.

Soon two bowls of fragrant beef noodles were brought to the table, and in order to catch the stomach of Zheng Xian, an old customer, the two bowls of beef were twice as much as usual.

The person who came with the noodles on the food plate was a Hui girl, the same age as Zheng Xian, with a green turban wrapped in long green silk hair. The neck is the most precious and private place, so women's hair is easy to not be seen by outsiders, especially men, although now the vast majority of Hui women no longer wear veils and headscarves, but those crooked things here in Ma Benzhai are absolutely not feasible, so this Ma Benzhai's daughter Ma Benzhen had to wrap herself tightly, but Zheng Xian has not seen this Ma Benzhen classmate playing around outside like an ordinary girl, the headscarf is tied around the waist, a smooth green silk long hair and an elegant neck do call Zheng Xian Dao for Lu What Hui people want to wrap these two things, because it is really attractive。

Zheng Xian and this Ma Benzhen have never spoken, and Zheng Xian does not plan to speak, the god hunters of the Sixth Division of Business actually maintain a relationship not far from ordinary people, unless they can get out of the Sixth Division of Business, otherwise, they will basically not make strangers they don't know too deeply.

And if Zheng Xian leaves the slightest thought of Ma Benzhen, it is estimated that the next time he comes to this Benzhai beef noodle restaurant to eat noodles, he must be careful if there is any strange taste, dichlorvos is not easy to get, but it is not difficult to get enough dosage of rat pills sleeping pills and the like.

Zheng first took the food plate and sprinkled enough spicy seeds to pour enough vinegar and began to eat it snoring, beef noodles are not an elegant thing, only eat noodles in a big gulp, drink soup in a big gulp is refreshing enough, if you take chopsticks one by one to eat, then you will be in a hurry.

The same taste, the same noodles, Zheng Xian was sweating profusely when he ate, and Ma Benzhai in the distance nodded again and again, this was the diner in his mind.

When Zheng first called for two more bowls, Ma Benzhai felt that this kid was the only diner in his mind!

After eating four bowls of beef noodles, Zheng Xian's stomach was swollen, although he could have two more bowls, but Zheng Xian didn't want to be used as a rice bucket, and he didn't want to ask this Uncle Ma Benzhai to spread the allusion of how delicious his beef noodles were, and almost killed a teenager, so he didn't eat much, and said hello while wiping the sweat on his forehead, and walked out of the noodle shop.

As soon as he got out of the noodle shop, Zheng Xian felt that there was something squatting there at the door of the noodle restaurant, turning his head to look, but it was empty, Zheng Xian frowned slightly, his heart was surprised, and he added a little caution, and dealt with immortal cultivators who could not be used by common sense, these god hunters were also very sensitive, and they went around the street for seven or eight circles, spending three or four hours, and they didn't notice anything unusual behind them, and Zheng Xian walked home after making sure that no one was following.

Back home, Zheng Xian is still not sleepy, the scarlet color of his eyes has completely dissipated, he has not closed his eyes for four consecutive days and four nights, and he can still maintain this state, which is really surprising to Zheng Xian, a person has to take out eight hours a day to sleep, in addition to this, there may be two or three hours of sleepiness, so calculated, a person has at least ten hours of twenty-four hours a day wasted on sleeping, if these ten hours can also be taken out, then it is equivalent to extending life by more than two-fifths, although sleeping is sometimes a kind of enjoyment, but Zheng Xian was more satisfied with his profligate mental state at this time, of course, this state came at the cost of consuming the power of life and death, but compared with starvation, Zheng Xian felt that the price was worth it.

Zheng Xian had just taken a hot shower and changed into clean clothes, when his mobile phone buzzed and vibrated a few times, and two missed calls.

They all came from the same number, Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and then glanced at the calendar and couldn't help but suddenly realize that today is Wednesday, the day of the open class.

Zheng Xian put on his coat directly and walked out of the house, although he cultivated immortals, the world seemed to have become different, but Zheng Xian still believed that knowledge would change his fate, he applied for an English study class, which was the class he spent the least money on, about 300 yuan per class, except for an exchange class once a week, the rest were taught one-on-one.

Today is an open communication class, Zheng Xian for these English that is, just ABC and other twenty-six letters, the rest of Zheng Xian felt a headache when he saw it, a zero-based student like him is still the only one in this English class, for the exchange class, Zheng Xian made up his mind to stand next to him and look at it, listen to the words are exempt, and if you say it, you don't even need to be exempted!

The reason why Zheng Xian regards English as a choice is actually influenced by his parents, Zheng Xian's parents are both English teachers on the surface, at least as English teachers who went to the democratic and free country to teach Chinese knowledge, Zheng Xian's parents are real talents with master's degrees from higher universities, and they both have the experience of studying abroad, otherwise they would not become spies abroad, but Zheng Xian still doesn't know where his parents disappeared in the democratic and free country, Zheng Xian was too young at that time, and he had very little memory of his parents, and Zheng Xian's biggest purpose in learning English was actually thinking that he would one day be able to set foot on the land of democracy and freedom, Find your parents, although all this seems to be simply out of reach, even a machine like the state can't find them, what can Zheng Xian do alone? But Zheng Xian always has a glimmer of hope, as for what if he really finds them? Zheng Xian never thought about it. Zheng Xian always felt that some things should not be unclear.