In the spring breeze of the royal street.

"Boss, a bowl of lo mein, you don't need to find money, put more 100-year-old ginseng and ganoderma lucidum in the noodles, my teeth are not good, Sichuan pepper should be at the right time, and the mushrooms should be diced."

The purple-robed old man of the fairy wind bone coughed and put a gold essence copper coin on the case.

"Clear soup on the white water."

The old man in the cloak took out three irregularly shaped ordinary coppers from Buna's pocket and put them on the desk, and he didn't care whether Boss Sun heard it or not, so he went straight to find a seat and sat down.

"Look at my memory, hey, people are still useless in middle age, but they forget to hang up the card when they patronize His Highness."

Obviously, he noticed that there were two more noodle outsiders in the small noodle stall, and first served Ying Ruoli twelve bowls of beef offal noodle soup with shrimp sauce and steamed buns, and Boss Sun had a hint of embarrassment on his face.

glanced at the two welcoming couplets of "There are customers who often come" and "Smile always open" at the mouth of the small noodle stall, and forgot to tear off the corners of the buns below, just looking at Boss Sun to entertain new guests.

Seeing this, Boss Sun bowed his hand, and after losing the money, he hurriedly cleaned up his expression and went to entertain the new guests with a smile.

"Are we disturbing people's business?"

Ying Ruoli dipped the black shrimp paste on the table, and looked at the noodle stall Boss Sun with some curiosity and sliced ginseng with a special ice blade.

"Brother is afraid of trouble, most of the people in the country know about this matter, usually come to Sun Ji or the rest of the store, most of the bosses will hang a sign to signal visitors not to enter, the people know the reason, know that the brother is in a store out of politeness will not bother, hang up the card or not, it doesn't matter, the so-called nothing card, that is, in previous years, there were many outsiders in the country to hang out to show them, Uncle Sun probably forgot, don't worry, eat well."

Beef offal dipped in shrimp sauce, and Forget Yuyi, who had his back to the two new guests from the countryside, explained casually.

"Hmm~ This is the clearing of the legend, right?"

Ying Ruoli nodded as if she didn't understand.

"That's the way it is."

Forget the feather coat and spread his hands.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, your face has become so ugly."

When Bai Xiaoyue, who was afraid of being hot, was picking vegetables for Forget Qiu beside her, she saw Bai Qiuran staring straight at not far away, her face was still full of solemnity, and she couldn't even hold the noodles steadily, and her little face was a little more concerned.

"It's nothing, maybe I was dazzled by the mistake."

Retracting his gaze at the two strangers, Bai Qiuran, who was forced to hold back his excitement, lowered his head and laughed, just burying his head in his face.

"Hey, what kind of presbyopia can you still recognize the wrong person, this girl take a look, see if your kid sees the multi-flower or something."

Forget Yuyi wiped a handful of noodle soup from the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head to look at it sitting on the chair, just in time to see Boss Sun holding a bowl of luxurious ginseng and lingzhi and lo noodles and walking towards the purple-robed old man on the wooden table on the side.

At this moment, the little face of the forgotten feather coat was slightly pale, and he hurriedly turned his head and leaned over, and the hand holding the wooden chopsticks kept digging into the slippery noodles in the pottery bowl in front of him.

Forget Qiu glanced at the old man in the cloth and the old man in the purple robe, and saw that the two foreigners did not seem to be troublemakers, holding a spoon and scooping the spicy soup in the bowl, and looked thoughtfully at a few black ants not far away who were trying to lift the leaves, a drop of dew on the green leaves seemed to reflect the world and illuminated the scenery outside the city gate of the nightless sky, and I don't know when the monk outside the city gate or the young Taoist priest who chased and killed the monk became the person who entered the painting.

At the same time, the two old men sitting next to each other sat in their seats steadily, their eyes met and then staggered, and after feeling that each other's breath was secret, without knowing the details of each other, the two old men had a trace of thinking about each other's strength in their hearts.

"Your last name."

After dissipating the heat of Sanda lo mein, the purple-robed old Taoist asked politely.

"The surname is Jiang."

For the sake of the other party's heaven and earth merits, the old man in the cloth reported his mortal surname.

"The surname Jiang is good! I remember that the junior surnamed Jiang who was in the limelight last time was still the founder of the Qi country, and the poor road remembered that it seemed to be called Jiang Shang, and I remember what that sentence was, oh, I would rather take it in the straight, not ask for the song, not for the brocade scales, only fishing for the king and the marquis, I like it very much. ”

Lao Dao sighed, but the hands hidden under the sleeve robe were pinching the birth date of the old man in the robe, but Lao Dao soon found that this was useless, and there was no result in the calculation, and any calculation would sink into the sea.

"The ability of the flying bear is also a little heard, and "Liutao" has also been read, but unfortunately, life and death are impermanent, there is no immortal posture, and it is difficult to escape the little ghost asking for his life, the Taoist wants to be a Taoist on the mountain, I don't know where the fairy town is?"

The old man of the Jiang clan looked as calm as a dry well, just looking at the purple-robed old Taoist in front of him, who was an unfamiliar face whether it was the Lich Tribulation, the Human Emperor Tribulation, or the God Tribulation.

"The small scattered cultivation of the Zixu Cave Mansion in Kunlun Mountain is not a good way to talk about Taoism, and it is just a few acres of thin fields for farming, and it is just a matter of starving to death by occupying classes and divination on weekdays."

The purple-robed old Taoist smiled, and he was not afraid that the old man of the Jiang family would calculate his heels, thinking that he and the other nine Daoists had joined the Dao Flood and Wilderness Heaven and Earth, and now the eight Daoists were destroyed in the Dragon and Phoenix First Tribulation and the Dao Demon Tribulation, and there is the qualification and ability in this world to forcibly calculate and know the origin of his heels, and the ancestor of the Great Dao who has mastered the fragments of the Jade Disc in the Zixiao Palace, I am afraid that even the Fuxi clan who holds the Hetuluo Book cannot be regarded as himself.

If this is the case in his life, the juniors can't talk about it, and they have nothing to say, but if they talk too much, they will lose their seniority.

The predecessors were either Dao Ancestors or Demon Ancestors, raising eyebrows, and the so-called Three Thousand Great Dao Demon Gods were killed by Pan's axes without seeing them.

Now among his peers, he can also say a few thoughtful words to Yi Bo Yuntian's Zhenyuan Daoist, if it weren't for the fact that the Hongyun Daoist, who was a good old man in the early years, was attacked to death by Kunpeng, how could he now have two good friends who are good enough to wear the same pants.

Thinking about the circle of fellow Daoists he has made, the living ones are Yuqing Sages, Zhen Yuanzi and others, and they are as low-key as old Taoists, and they can't help but feel a little lonely like snow.

"Really?"

The old man in the purple robe raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't calculate any useful information, but he learned from his friend's hexagram that there was indeed a place called the Purple Void Cave Mansion in Kunlun Mountain, and the rest couldn't be calculated.

"There is a saying in Shamen that the family does not speak, although a certain person has no name or surname, he is also a foreign scholar, and he will never talk to others."

The purple-robed old man ate pasta and replied that it was called a serious one.

"Once acquainted, what the Taoist chief said, Jiang believed it."

For the time being, there is no conflict of interest, and there has been no conflict of ideas, and the old man of the Jiang family, who has no intention of digging deeper, is happy to have a nodding friendship with others after a shallow taste.

"Speaking of which, there are a few offspring in this noodle stall who are good, so the old man can't help but feel a little moved by his love for talent." Lao Dao casually threw out a popular topic.

The old man in the cloth glanced at Forget Qiu, and saw that his luck was steaming and the five dragons were coiled, and he raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his vicissitudes of life, which seemed to be a little dim.

"I don't know what you see?"

I only saw that Forget Qiu was a purple-robed old Taoist who was born a god and raised the Holy Fetus and asked tentatively.

"The afterlife is terrible."

The old man in the cloth pretended to comment calmly, but the bottom of his heart was beating the drum.

What the hell, the Five Dragons Emperor Fortune, the First Emperor's Destiny, when will Jingle, as one of the Shangyue of the Four Directions, be able to cultivate such a young and handsome man.

Ah, this, he wants to discover the available materials in the four continents and bring them back to the Fire Cloud Insight to cultivate carefully, but that is only to cultivate the materials of his subordinates, so that future generations can reproduce the Ninety-Nine Human Emperors and reappear in the prosperous era of the Human Emperor.

It's good now, coming to the Jingle investigation talent who is still in the name of Shangyue, but as soon as he entered the WTO, he was looking at the local customs and customs for reference, and casually saw a man on the side of the road who told him that this son was destined to become the emperor in the future.

It's like heaven and man have directly pasted the cheat sheet answers on their faces, and if they follow it, they must be full marks.

Anyway, the old man of the Jiang family thought it was outrageous, and the whole person was as stable as a rock on the surface, but it was rare to be a little suspicious in the bottom of his heart.

I always feel that there are little ghosts in my life this year, such a proud son of heaven has appeared in the world, and the luck of humanity should have been completely reversed and jubilant when this son was born, and it is impossible for an existence like him that is closely related to humanity to be unchecked.

Strange things, strange things, humanity has no reaction, the mountain ghost copper coin that Fu Xi handed over to his own calculations does not move at all, and there are no heavenly soldiers and generals around, and there are few great heavenly masters to plan, this son was born with such grand luck, the one in Zixiao Palace should not be unresponsive, how can it be dark under the light.

In the face of such strange things in the world, it is unheard of for the old man to be the emperor of a generation, but since the Lich Measuring Tribulation, he has no time to pay attention to the four mountains of the human race, how can he know that since the beginning of the Human Emperor's Tribulation, the Lord of the Pure Happiness Country has drawn the ground as a prison, and the sky above his head is no longer the orthodox heavenly way of the desolation.

"Good seedlings, this kind of good seedlings would be good if they were my apprentices."

The purple-robed old man's next words summoned the Jiang family's old man's drifting mind back on the spot.

"Those who have grown up in the Tao and attained the Tao, are they still worried about whether the seedlings will not be successful?"

The old man of the Jiang family narrowed his eyes, and there was a touch of murderous intent in his eyes.

The seedlings who are destined to become emperors in the future want to dig back to the cave to be a fairy Taotong, and break the arrogance of the human race.

"The disciple of the opening mountain is three points heavier than his net worth, and I still expect someone to inherit the past and the future in the future, and this son of the god bone fairy is born a god and a god."

The purple-robed old man, who didn't notice anything wrong, was still smiling.

"Really?"

The old man of the Jiang clan smiled coldly.

"Friend, do you have to compete with me for disciples?"

Seeing that the old man questioned his vision, the purple-robed old man was a little unhappy.

"In the end, it's up to each person."

The old man of the Jiang clan glanced meaningfully at the purple-robed old man.

And outside the sleepless city at the moment.

The young Taoist who had let the monk escape was rather dull and put the divine sword in his hand into the lotus-patterned scabbard behind him.

Looking at the two centurions and more than 20 Jingle soldiers patrolling the door, he suspected that the monk had run into the Nightless King City, and he stepped into the Nightless King City, and the left and right soldiers did not notice that the Taoist was coming, so he let him come and go freely.

And outside the noodle stall at the moment.

The woman who stepped on the bluestone slab touched the white catkins falling from her forehead, and just raised her autumn water and smiled.