Looking at Mo Wunian's appearance wearing a sugar gourd, Lao Su felt strange at the same time, but he couldn't help laughing, not only him, but everyone except Murong Xiu had such thoughts......

It's just a string, obviously the simplest thing, but in his hands it is so serious and rigorous, it took him a long time to string four hawthorns, but a closer look, the four hawthorns are almost the same size, and he almost found their most central position to tie.

So this string of sugar gourds is as straight as a sword.

The little girl couldn't help laughing first, she took the unfinished skewer in Mo Wunian's hand, and the little hand Lisuo quickly finished threading the skewer and said with a smile: "It's very simple!"

Mo Wunian shook his head and did not speak.

For them, they just need to sell the good strings, but for him, all he thinks about is how to be one—ask about oneness!

"Are you in such a hurry?" Murong Xiu saw that he was going to ask Guiyi urgently, and asked in a cold voice.

"I met someone I hated so much, so I was in a hurry. Mo Wunian said, but he put his eyes on the basin full of hawthorn in front of him.

He had to pick out a few more hawthorns of the same size.

"You're used to pretending to be sophisticated!" Wu Mu couldn't understand what they said, but remembering the way he looked when he talked about himself in an old-fashioned manner, she stared at him with apricot eyes and said.

With that, she handed over the skewers she had put on in her hand to Lao Suo, who poured sugar liquid on them and handed them back to her.

It's rare that she didn't continue to get angry with him, but quietly ate the sugar gourd.

"Brother Mo, in fact, I think the quality of a string of sugar gourds is not how it looks, but what kind of hawthorn you want to choose, and the way you pour sugar on it. Lao Su glanced at Mo Wunian and said.

Originally, he was also called Mo Wunian Immortal, but Mo Wunian said that it was more customary to call him by his name directly, and Lao Su felt that it was inappropriate to call him directly, so he called him like this.

Mo Wunian thought for a moment and said: "It is indeed to see what kind of method to pour, then I will pour it." ”。

After speaking, he took the iron spoon in Lao Suo's hand and poured sugar on the skewers, just as he was rigorous and serious when he stringed hawthorns, and he is the same now.

Lao Su couldn't help but laugh again after reading it.

But this time he was very fast, and soon a string of sugar gourds was ready, and the sugar liquid on it was evenly wrapped, like a layer of crystal frost, which was very beautiful, and it seemed like a work of art.

"It's so beautiful!" the little girl looked surprised, before she had always thought that the sugar gourd was for eating, and never thought that it could be watched...... It's bizarre, but it makes sense.

But after Mo Wunian held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, he shook his head and seemed not very satisfied, and he was going to make another one on the table.

"Bring me two strings of sugar gourds!" At this moment, a voice sounded on the field, a young man with a few freckles on his face, and he had a very childish face.

"Okay!" Lao Suo was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that it has been really lively these days, and there are always people who come to his monster's stall.

didn't think about it, took the string from the little girl's hand, and he was about to do it.

"I want him to do it. The young man shook his head, and pointed behind him.

"Don't. Then another voice sounded crisply, without the slightest hesitation.

The young man was Luo Tianbei, and he was referring to Mo Wunian.

"You're going to do it. Luo Tianbei was unrelenting, and seemed to be determined about everything, and even did it on the bench of the stall.

"Then you will definitely die!" Mo Wunian rarely showed his temper, but the person in front of him made him hate it to the extreme, and most of the uneasiness in his heart came from this person.

"Oh?" Luo Tianbei's frown on his childish face, this is not the same as he thought, you must know that he has eaten anywhere along the way in the past few days, and those inn and hotel owners will also rush to make it for him.

But this is also the terrible thing about him, Yan Bai, who was following him, kept thinking about the scene when he was at the ancient ferry of the Changhe River, and when he saw him frowning, his body couldn't stop trembling, and he drooped his head very low.

But then Luo Tianbei thought of the familiar aura on Mo Wunian's body, and he smiled and said, "Do you want to hear a story about me?" ”。

He has a childish face, showing the innocence of a child. Yan Bai didn't see him laugh, but after he laughed, his body was lower and he almost knelt on the ground.

"I don't want to!" Mo Wunian replied more simply, and then ignored him, and busied himself with the hawthorn skewers in his hands.

"Once upon a time...... How long? I don't know. There was a sect that cultivated swords and lost a sword...... Throw it on the nine hills......"

Luo Tianbei also told it on his own, the story was not attractive at all, the language logic did not match, and it could not even be called a story, but he told it with relish.

"How high are the nine hills? How many birds and people are there in the mountains? I don't know. He was also very able to say, until Yan Bai behind him really knelt down, his head hit the ground, and his whole body kept trembling.

Even Wu Mu couldn't stand it, she hadn't seen Luo Tianbei, but she also knew Yan Bai, thinking that they might be brothers in the same sect.

But now it doesn't seem to be the case, she has also heard of Yan Bai's pride, but now she kneels on the ground like a dog, what is this?

"Hey, are you done chattering? Stay here again, believe it or not, this girl beats you! Yan Bai, you are still not a man, kneeling casually to a person, what is your pride?" Wu Mu scolded Luo Tianbei is head and face, and also said a few words of whiteness by the way.

Originally, a person couldn't like or hate any stranger, but Wu Mu really hated Luo Tianbei for no reason now.

"Haha! Born Dao is really interesting...... It's a pity ......" Luo Tianbei smiled at first, but then he regretted again: "But the fish in the river can only be the fish in the river! It can only be eaten by people and served on a plate!"

Yan Bai heard Wu Mu scolding him, and his bow on the ground twitched a few times, and it turned out that he wanted to get up.

But Luo Tianbei glanced at him ruthlessly and indifferently and said: "Climb down on your knees, don't think about getting up again." ”。

After these words, as if the last line of defense in Yan Bai's heart was broken, he was a big man, and he actually crawled on the ground and jerked and cried.

cried heartbreakingly, just like the rain that was falling in the sky, and cried away all his dignity!

"I should continue to tell the story......" also seemed to remember something important, Luo Tianbei patted his head and said: "By the way, after talking for so long, what is the name of that sword?"

didn't hear such boring words as "I don't know", he said with a hippie smile: "Jiucang!".

After these two words, Mo Wunian stopped all the movements in his hand, and his face, which had always been indifferent, was unprecedentedly dignified!