Before Zimu finished speaking, he felt that his neck was pinched, and then the scenery in front of him changed, and the whole person flew into the inn.

Jing Zhou threw the little fat man aside with one hand and said with a smile: "Your name is Zimu?" People are not big, but their temper is not small. ”

Jing Zhou looked the little fat man in front of him back and forth, and it was quite similar to the face in his memory.

At this time, he knew why the little fat man in front of him was able to be a leader in the "son" generation and bully people later.

Now there is still a lot of time before the beginning of the plot, and this little fat man has already become a Confucian disciple.

From now on, isn't this little fat man already in the Little Sage Village for more than ten years?

I haven't graduated successfully in Xiaoshengxian Village for more than ten years, and this little fat man is also amazing!

successfully boiled away one senior brother after another, in front of a group of junior brothers, isn't it his biggest!

"You... You... Who are you! ”

"I'm telling you, I'm a Confucian disciple, you... If you... Dare to hurt me, I ... ”

The arrogance on Zimu's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of horror, the moment he was caught before, it was so fast that he didn't have time to think.

Now his ass feels even more broken, and the flesh behind him is hot and painful.

"Oh, little fat man, what are you going to do?" Da Si Ming smiled, and Zi Mu, who was suddenly frightened, hurriedly kicked his legs and retreated some distance back.

He swallowed, but the next words were swallowed back into his stomach.

This woman made him feel more terrible than the master, especially the hands, which were like blood, and the strange patterns on them, as if they had come to life, turned into eyes staring at him, making him feel furious in his heart.

"I... I... I'm not good anymore. Zimu shook his head vigorously, his words stumbled, and he was about to cry in a hurry.

He thought that coming to an inn was just a handy job, although he lost his identity, but it should be extremely easy, in this Songhai City, as long as someone knows that he is a Confucian disciple, who dares not to give him face!

If he knew that there were these two people in an inn, he would rather be punished for copying "National Style" twenty times than come to this ghost place!

"Oh, Childe misunderstood, this is all a misunderstanding!"

Ku Ding hurriedly ran down from the stairs, came to Zimu's side, and helped him up.

"This little brother is a Confucian disciple, and there must be a lot of misunderstandings here."

Da Si Ming stared at Zi Mu to play with the taste: "Confucian, is Confucianism very powerful?" ”

Of course, Confucianism is powerful, and the Mohists are known as the two great scholars in the world, and they are also the first few in the hundreds of schools! Although Ku Ding knew this truth, he didn't dare to say it to his face, but he knew that the people in front of him, nine times out of ten, were people from the Yin and Yang family, and killing people was the same as killing chickens and dogs!

"Hahaha, this Confucian disciple is still young, I think it's not sensible, isn't this age called a person who hates a dog or something."

Jing Zhou smiled: "What Shopkeeper Ding wants to say is that people hate dogs? ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it's that this person hates dogs", Ku Ding squinted and smiled, and said to Zimu: "This son has a lot, little brother, if you do anything to collide with your nobles, quickly apologize to your nobles." ”

"Shopkeeper Ding doesn't have to be like this, this little brother didn't bump into me, I just see that this little Confucian brother is a little familiar. Okay, the weather is nice today, just go out and take a look at the beautiful scenery in the city. ”

After drinking all the tea in the cup, Jing Zhou turned around and walked out.

"Hehe", Da Si Ming glanced at Zimu again, and then followed and walked out.

"Wow。。。。。。"

As soon as the two of them went out, Zimu suddenly grinned and cried, he couldn't imagine that the person grabbed him because he felt familiar.

Isn't this a calamity!

Familiar, familiar!

He swore that he had never seen this man and woman!

Ku Ding barely squeezed out a little smile on his face, patted Zi Mu's back and said: "Little brother, big fat man, I know you are wronged, come and taste this pastry, just eat a piece of the mood." ”

After speaking, Ku Ding picked up a piece of pastry left over from the table that Jing Zhou and Da Si ordered the two to eat, and sent it to Zimu's mouth. He is full of confidence in his cooking skills, and what he makes can cure all kinds of sadness.

A piece of pastry went down, and the little fat man seemed to see a rainbow, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the clouds, so he stopped crying.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, I'm going to eat another piece, no, I'm going to eat another ten pieces!"

Ku Ding handed the plate to Zi Mu, and when he saw that Zi Mu grabbed four or five pastries and put them in his mouth, Ku Ding smiled and said: "Little brother is a talent, Confucianism is really extraordinary!" ”

"Ding. Shopkeeper, you are good, my son... Mu so. Acting in a low-key manner, you can see that it is extraordinary! Zimu chewed hard, then swallowed the pastry into his stomach, straightened his chest, and raised his head again, full of anger.

If it weren't for the tears still on Zimu's face, it would be as if the person who cried before was not him.

"Hahaha, that's, the little brother is a talent, how can he cover it up! I don't know if you came to the big fat man and my inn, but what's the matter? ”

"Oh, how did you forget about it. It was the head of the house who instructed that there would be a distinguished guest to go to the small sage village recently, and there were a few dishes that needed to be prepared by the shopkeeper Ding. . . ”

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Compared with the lights of thousands of homes at night, Songhai City in the day is another scene.

A small river divides the city in two, and small boats float on the river.

On both sides of the river are all kinds of shops, including wine shops, inns, teahouses, and pharmacies.

Flags with the names of the shops are hung in front of the shops, and when the wind blows, the flags flutter endlessly. Occasionally, seagulls fly through the sky, leaving behind a chirping sound.

On the bluestone paved avenue, there are pedestrians shoulder to shoulder, some carrying baskets, some carrying flat burdens, and some leading horses.

Stalls were placed in front of the shops, and the shouts were unnoticed.

"Take a look~Freshly caught grass carp~"

"Come, roast chicken, roast chicken, come and have a look~"

"Vegetables, vegetables, fresh vegetables, come and take a look~"

"Noodle seller, noodle seller~"

Jing Zhou came to the noodle seller's stall, bought a noodle man from the stall, and handed it to the big priest: "Noodle man, I don't know if you like it or not." ”

"My subordinates like it."

The chief priest carefully took the noodle man, as if this was not a noodle man, but a treasure.

Jing Zhou bought another noodle man from the stall, dragged the face of the noodle man with his hand, and changed the face of the noodle man in a moment, and said with a smile: "This is what a noodle man looks like, you hold it so carefully, don't you have to play?" ”

After speaking, Jing Zhou pinched it again, stretching the figure of the noodle man by a large margin.