Xu Mo scratched his head: "The more I listen, the more confused I become, I learned the orthodox Northern Boxing!" That's a real killer!"

"If what you said is correct, then why wasn't it me who was lying down just now?"

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Master will give you another word, next time you lose, don't report yourself to the master, shame."

Xu Modeng's face flushed: "Then you should tell me, how can I win against you?"

"Simple, this mantra is only twelve words, you listen well."

Xu Mo's eyes lit up, his face was full of expectation, and he nodded vigorously.

"First sentence, pull your hair and kick your crotch."

"The second sentence, take advantage of your illness and kill you."

The anticipation on Xu Mo's face instantly froze on his face, and his complexion became more and more complicated.

Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have such a look?"

"You didn't lie to me?"

"What are you lying to?"

I put my arm around his shoulder: "You only have to practice these tricks diligently, and after half a month, Ji Canghai will not be your opponent."

"Master, are you reliable?"

"Let's go, your mouth is so broken!"

The sentence I taught Xu Mo really doesn't sound like a serious thing, and it can't even be on the elegant hall.

From the perspective of actual combat, these tricks are enough, even if you can't seriously injure the other party, you can still protect yourself.

There is a good saying - in the face of absolute power, all skills are nonsense.

In fact, there is another sentence in this sentence: in the face of yin loss, absolute power is also nonsense.

As we spoke, we had already walked to the market.

The popularity of Monan is increasing day by day, and the market that was previously abandoned is now popular.

Although it is a cold winter, it can't stop the enthusiasm of street vendors, all kinds of frozen goods, dried vegetables dried in autumn, and jars of pickled pickles.

Xu Mo sniffled vigorously, looked at the fritters on the side of the road and swallowed: "Master, are you hungry?"

I gave him a blank look, "I'm going to say I'm not hungry, do you have to eat me?"

The hot soy milk and fritters were served on the table, Xu Mo feasted on it, and the hot air quickly became a normal in front of him.

After half a bowl of soy milk was served, he spoke, "Master, don't you eat it?"

"No hurry, I'll wait."

Soy milk and fried dough sticks are two of the favorite breakfasts of northerners.

Especially when the conditions were not good in the past, the rich ate the freshly cooked food, and the bite was crispy and crispy.

And the poor pick the rest, wait until the fritter is cold, and let the boss fry it again in the pot, so that the fritter has more oil.

What the poor eat is this mouthful of oil.

After a few bites, it won't be able to hold up.

Of course, I will never be worried about fritters today, but it is difficult to change the habit in my bones.

The breakfast stalls are full of fast customers, and occasionally a little morning wine will definitely not delay the boss's business.

Seeing that the people at the table had been withdrawn, the boss rubbed his hands on his apron: "Are you two not full?"

I pointed to the leftover fritters, "Help me put them in the pan and roll them again."

"Hey! Are you waiting for this bite?"

The boss gave a thumbs up: "It's not common for people of your age to understand the rules so well."

Xu Mo asked blankly, "Master, are there any rules for eating fritters?"

I couldn't help but smile, I waited for his words.

"The things of the world, if you leave the rules, you will scatter."

Although it is said that doing business does not attract customers, the poor must also have the consciousness of the poor.

When the boss is the busiest, it is when he makes the most money, and he has to wait no matter how hungry he is, don't delay others.

We had a chat with or without a match, and the boss was quite willing to talk.

Suddenly, I saw two fried sticks in the boss's hand.

This thing is a natural pair, and it can't do anything big, it's just rolling fritters in a pan.

But the one in his hand is amber, oily and translucent, how good it is.

I looked at my boss and saw that he was at least in his early sixties, and suddenly I felt that something was wrong.

While he was frying the fritters, I asked, "How many years have you been doing this?"

"This year is exactly 50 years!"

The boss stretched out a slap quite proudly: "I got out of school at the age of fourteen, learned the craft from my father, and worked for most of my life!"

Sure enough, my suspicions were justified.

The service life of the fried stick is particularly long, and it is really not bragging to give a stick to three generations.

But this thing is with hot oil all year round, and after a few years of use, the front will turn black, and it will slowly carbonize after a long time.

I leaned into Xu Mo's ear and whispered, "Your kid's life is really good, and you will find the treasure as soon as you go out."

"What treasure? Where's the treasure?"

I slapped him hard, "Be quiet."

At this time, the fritters were already in front of me, and I yelled at the fried stick, "Can you show me what you are doing?"

The boss was generous and sneered, "What's so rare about this thing?"

As I spoke, I had already taken the blow up stick in my hand.

According to legend, there is a kind of wood that is born and raised, and instead of rotting, it can continue to take root and grow.

This kind of wood is called the Heavenly Tree, and it is born with the function of warding off evil spirits.

However, most of these trees are cypresses.

This is a particularly big paradox.

In feng shui, the cypress tree is the first fierce tree, and no matter how good feng shui encounters it, it will be finished sooner or later.

The main reason is that this thing is too powerful to gather yin, and if it is light, it will break the feng shui, and if it is serious, it will really attract dirty things.

A thing that can ward off evil spirits can attract yin in itself, isn't this time to make trouble for yourself?

Officially, because of this, no one wants to touch such a good thing as the Tianyang Tree......