The people in the liquor store started drinking and eating or whispering again.

The atmosphere wasn't oppressive, just a little quirky.

There was still no one sitting in front of the window and in the middle position, and Ning Junxi sat at the table in the corner.

It's not that he doesn't want to walk, it's that both of his legs are numb now, and when he walks, he will leak stuffing.

The little grandmaster's deliberate difficulty, Ning Junxi is no matter how extraordinary the means are, it is impossible to retreat with his whole body, otherwise there will be no saying in the world that 'martial arts into the grandmaster, there is no one in ten thousand'.

Qi Yuanshan and the Qianli Gang didn't sit down either.

Sitting down means that you are all the way with Ning Junxi, although you are talking to the same rivers and lakes that there is a big backer behind the Qianli Gang, but you also need people to be willing, right?

Walking together for a day, they don't feel so familiar, but if it is because of this, if someone will find trouble with the Qianli Gang in the future, it will be offended.

This is a loss-making business, these men who have been walking around all year round are very clear.

Lu Bajin didn't care about anything, smiled and laughed with Ning Junxi, and teased Ning Junxi for drinking another glass, Ning Junxi didn't drink it anymore.

Of course, if you ask Ning Jun about the details, you can't ask it.

From time to time, someone glanced in the direction of Ning Junxi, wondering if they should say hello to the masters, it is best to be familiar.

It's just that the atmosphere on the master's side is the weirdest, so I stopped there.

The wind and rain outside the wine shop are still there, but everyone has no intention of staying for a long time, and some people have already gotten up to say goodbye.

Ning Junxi naturally won't stop him, he can't wait for everyone to leave quickly, he can rub his legs without pressure, and he doesn't have to hold a master's shelf.

What kind of bullshit breaking people, don't you know how to be a low-key person and do things in a high-profile manner?

What kind of bullshit is broken rivers and lakes, all of them are timid and afraid, don't you know what backbone is?

Damn it!

In the time of incense, the people in the wine shop are all seven, eighty, eight.

Qi Yuanshan waved his hand, and the members of the Qianli Gang immediately scattered to find a place to sit down, and some went to the counter to ask for wine and food.

Qi Yuanshan sat at Ning Junxi's table.

Ning Junxi poured him a glass of wine, and then lowered his head to eat peanuts.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man kept half of it.

Lu Bajin was still chattering.

His mind is relatively pure, in Lu Meng's words, he is very old in the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't care what the identity of this Ning Junxi is, he knows that this Ning brother doesn't know anything, and the reputation of Jiujian Villa in the rivers and lakes is not small, so he has to talk about it well.

Ning Jun was not annoyed, and listened with a smile.

Qi Yuanshan looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

Tiantai Peak knew very well what the place was, and the people living on it were all mountain people, at the beginning, if it weren't for the fact that the forces had Jiuhua Mountain as a backer, how could they move away so easily.

He exhaled, drank the bowl of wine, and put down the bowl with a snap, "Little Brother Ning, Lao Qi has a saying, I don't like it, but I have to explain it......"

"I'm going to go to Yaocheng first," Ning Junxi glanced at him and interrupted, "Changchun City and Yaocheng don't go way, so don't pass by." ”

He looked up and smiled, not paying attention.

Lu Bajin was stunned, "There is no village in front of here, and there is no store in the back, Brother Ning wants to stop following Duan Lu?"

Qi Yuanshan frowned, but didn't say anything more.

"Nope. Ning Jun rubbed his legs as he wished, although he didn't feel anything anymore.

He stood up, clenched his fists and said, "Two precious." ”

Lu Bajin blinked.

Ning Junxi had already turned around and left.

Lu Bajin reacted for a long time and praised, "Brother Ning is really chivalrous." ”

Qi Yuanshan shook his head and drank another bowl of wine.

At this moment, a sloppy old man suddenly appeared in the corner, and ran into the rain in a mad man.

The Qianli Gang was stunned.

......

To say that Ning Jun is depressed is ironclad and depressed.

Originally, I wanted to follow a caravan to Changchun City, inquire about the situation in the Quartet, and then travel all the way to Wudang Mountain in Yanzhou to have a look, but I was inexplicably involved in this matter.

The only thing that relieved him was that it was not someone else who drove him, but he walked by himself, although he didn't feel very comfortable in his heart.

"Is this the rivers and lakes?" Ning Junxi looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds and drizzle.

"It's boring. He pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered a certain man's words, and snorted, "The wine is the most difficult to drink." ”

The hairball rubbed Ning Junxi and babbled.

The mob in his pocket chirped too.

Ning Junxi lost a trace of the irritability in his heart, narrowed his eyes and smiled, touched the head of the hairball, nodded a little monster, and said to himself, "It's okay, we can go for a walk again." ”

The furball narrowed his eyes comfortably, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat.

The little monster pecked Ning Junxi's finger and chirped again.

The young man lifted the burden on his shoulders, and Shi Shiran walked in the spring rain.

The light rain hazy the spring scene, hazy in white, some smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

It just so happened that an old show passed by and felt that this scene was very good.

......

The cold wind was wrapped in a light rain, and there was no intention to stop, so the spring scenery was not as vivid and bright as in previous years.

In the distance, a dilapidated carriage came quickly, slowed down in front of Chu Ming City, entered the city, and walked towards an old noodle stall in the distance.

Driving the carriage was a young man with a young face with a young face, holding a bun, but sixteen or seventeen, with beautiful eyebrows and very beautiful eyes.

When he arrived at the noodle stall, the little Taoist priest stepped out of the carriage and took out an oil umbrella from under the mat and opened it.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a pale-haired old man came down, and the little Taoist priest reached out to help him, and looked up at the sky, "Master, be careful." ”

The old man in the pale cyan robe shook his head with a smile and said, "Let's go." ”

There were only five tables in the humble noodle stall, and three tables were filled with customers, and business was not booming.

The owner of the noodle stall was an old man with a kind smile, and when he saw an old man and a young man coming, he got up and greeted him.

The old man who got out of the carriage arched his hand and said with a smile: "Boss Chen." ”

The old man was slightly stunned, looked at Lao Su carefully, and made sure that there was indeed no such person in his impression, and said with a smile: "Hakka noodles?"

Lao Suo found an empty table and sat down, beckoned the little Taoist priest to sit at hand, looked up and said: "Come to two bowls of fried noodles, the most flavorful kind, and some shortbread, remember to add some sauce. ”

The old man sighed, "I don't make shortbread here." ”

After speaking, he reacted again and said with a wry smile: "It used to be made by my father, but now my father has passed away for more than ten years, and the craft of shortbread has declined." ”

The little Taoist priest said strangely, "Won't the old man do it?"

The old man became more and more bitter when he heard this, "I don't know that the shortbread process is complicated, and the most important thing is to pay attention to the strength of the technique, the little old man is young and playful, and he refuses to follow his father to practice these, so he lost this craft, but I didn't expect anyone to remember, ashamed and ashamed." ”

Lao Suo picked up the teapot on the table, made himself a cup of tea, and sighed, "That's it." ”

The little Taoist priest sighed.

The old man turned and went into the house to cook noodles.

The little Taoist priest looked up at Lao Suo, "Master, is he the deceased?"

"It's not. The old man shook his head and looked up at the sky, "This time, Master will go by himself." You stay in the city, and something strange may happen to you. ”

The little Taoist priest blinked and nodded.