"I brought the two of you to the noodle restaurant to taste the deliciousness of the mountains and rivers on the surface, not to let you sit on a high place and watch the beautiful women or beautiful boys, feasting your eyes. The Eight Sages King said with a smile, and while beckoning the shopkeeper to put down the steaming knife-cut noodles in his hand, he asked with concern: "The toppings are golden needle fungus egg marinade?"

"That's right, it's all in accordance with your requirements, plus cucumber shreds, leek flowers, and aged vinegar to ensure that the inner and outer tendons are soft and smooth, and they are absolutely delicious!" ”

"I haven't done anything in half my life, but I have walked around the north and south of the river, compared to Yandu fried sauce noodles, Shandong Yifu noodles, Shudi dandan noodles, and Jiangcheng hot dry noodles, I think the noodles here are more chewy, and the aftertaste is endless!"

"This lord, you have come at the right time, our noodles here are not only of good quality, but also pay attention to chance, because the bone broth needs to be stewed for a long time, and the process is complicated, so it can only supply two hundred bowls a day, and your bowl is just the last bowl sold by our store today." The shopkeeper leaned over to greet him.

Zhao Defang, the king of the Eight Sages, smiled, turned back to Qing Yu and Zihan and said: "Twenty-eight years, it's still the same old law! It seems that our luck today is quite good, I don't know if we want to meet a nobleman? Or do we want to meet a noble thing?"

In the store, diners are like clouds, and the shopkeeper is busy and scurrying back and forth. Tie Wuya saw that he was waiting for the top of the ranking, and was obviously a little impatient.

Jiang Sheng looked at the leisurely and leisurely touch, watching quietly from the sidelines watching the man in charge of the spoon shaving the noodles, only to see his left hand holding the kneaded dough, the right hand holding the knife, facing the soup pot, click, click, click, a knife to catch a knife, cut out the noodles and leaves, one leaf after another, just like a meteor catching the moon, drawing an arc of white lines in the air, the noodles and leaves fell into the soup pot, the soup rolled over the noodles, and it was like a whitebait playing in the water, it was very good-looking.

"Guest, I'm really sorry, we're going to make bone broth after noon, and after serving a few guests upstairs, the shop is ready to close—please make breakfast tomorrow!" said the head of the noodle shop as he walked out of the kitchen and bowed apologetically.

"Young Master, it's really a disappointment, as soon as I walked into the store, this noodle was sold out!" Tie Wuya said with some annoyance when he learned from the shopkeeper that the last bowl of knife-cut noodles had just passed in front of his eyes and sent to the attic.

"If you just didn't care about the idle affairs of the grain and oil store just now, I guess there would be no such thing. Jiang Sheng's tone was calm, staring at the curved knife resting on the kitchen board, and sighed lightly: "It's a pity that it's ......" It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Tie Wuya hurriedly added: "Young Master, you have always been a knife mouth and a tofu heart, we missed it today, just come over early tomorrow." Besides, it's nothing more than a bowl of noodles. What's the pity?"

"A leaf falls into the pot, a leaf floats, a leaf leaves the face, and a knife comes out, the whitebait enters the water, turns over the white waves, and the catkins fly and fall into the treetops. Jiang Sheng closed his eyes and opened them again, collected his thoughts, and explained lightly: "Appetite needs environment and elegance to tease. Just now, I saw that the man's wrist was sharp, the force was flat, the force was even, and the length of each noodle leaf was exactly six inches, as if enjoying an art performance, and I was immediately full of interest, and my appetite was quite good, and I was looking forward to the deliciousness of this small bowl of noodles - but unfortunately I was in a bad mood. Even if you come back tomorrow, even if it is delicious on the tip of your tongue, the mood is gone, and your interest in food will be eclipsed. ”

"That's really good, this friend downstairs, if you are still in the mood, can you consider stooping down to the attic to taste the delicious taste on the tip of your tongue?" Zihan has a bold personality and loves to make friends, although he has good martial arts skills and few opponents in the rivers and lakes, he has lived a life of fighting since he was a child, and he has not studied in a private school for a few years, so he especially likes the temperament type of elegance and erudition, and politeness.

When he saw Jiang Sheng's exit, he felt that in addition to the title of 'Tearless Jiang Zhongjing', he could at least take the test or something, so he blurted out to Jiang Sheng.

But as soon as the words fell, Zi Han immediately regretted it, and he remembered what he had said: The magic doctor ghost hand "Tearless Jiang Zhongjing" is a person who was young and gently sat in a wheelchair. How could he easily move from downstairs to upstairs?

"I'm not in the mood!" Sure enough, Jiang Sheng refused the warm invitation.

Tie Wuya Protector was anxious, thinking that the other party was deliberately provoking, laughing at Gongzi's crippled legs, he snorted heavily in his nose, and reprimanded loudly: "It's that turtle grandson who is here to pose and pretend to be an uncle, get out and eat me first, and then come back to eat your noodles!"

Zi Han blushed for a while, a little at a loss, scratching his forehead and anxiously trying to figure out how to explain, but in an instant, Qing Yu poked his head out of the handrail of the attic, and he had no good impression of Jiang Sheng and the others, he grew angry, and retorted unhappily: "You charcoal, I really don't know what to do! My brother spoke kindly, but you scolded him indiscriminately. Seeing that you were born with a leopard's head, but your heart is smaller than the tip of a needle, and your mouth is full of women's things, I don't know what else you can do except foul language?"

Tie Wuya originally had a fiery temperament, but when he was stimulated by Qing Yu's words, he was even more angry, and shouted again and again: "You stinky boy who has not dried up, with yellow hair and studs, and you are ugly and handsome, do you really think you are the golden lion king?"

Qing Yu hated to be told about his yellow hair and studs, so he immediately leaned sideways and picked up the six-foot pear blossom halberd that was resting behind him, jumped down from the six- or seven-meter-high attic with one stride, pointed his head straight at Tie Wuya's forehead, and shouted: "Look at your axe is hard, or my halberd is powerful? Who let you chew your tongue here." ”

Zi Han wanted to stop it, but as soon as his hand touched Qing Yu's shirt, Qing Yu was already full of anger and jumped down, only tearing off his shirt with one kick, he secretly blamed himself for not thinking about it and causing trouble, he wanted to quickly go downstairs to stop the fight between the two, but in the eyes of the subconsciously and the Eight Sages King, he saw that he hinted that he should not interfere for the time being, and he stopped moving, only anxiously watching the development of the situation.

Tie Wuya did not show weakness, raised the double axe over the top of his head, like a rainbow to meet it, the axe blade in the air swirling, whistling through, when the head of the stick really has hundreds of catties of strength, the green feather halberd waved, like a swimming dragon, the body is as light as a swallow to resist the sharp slam, a backhand, and began to swing the momentum of the counterattack, a move "Jiaolong out of the water" quickly retreated, the shot spicy.

Fortunately, it was close to the afternoon when the noodle shop closed, and there were not many diners in the shop, only the sparse twelve or thirteen people chatted leisurely or tasted dim sum after eating noodles, plus the shopkeeper and the buddies were only eighteen or nineteen people, they were a little caught off guard by the sudden fight in front of them, and there were three or four of them "huh" and "ah" shouted out, and then fled out of the shop in a panic, and more people sat aside with a little interest, crossed Erlang's legs to join in the fun, and from time to time sipping tea or melon seeds, cheering and shouting out a "good" word.

Two weapons a body width, a body length, the two sides butt to fight more than 50 moves, roughly evenly matched, the resulting air flow is larger than the other, shaking a big wine jar on the east side of the lobby "bang" a sound turned into dozens of tiles, the tiles are extremely sharp, like steel darts, flying knives in all directions in the rapid string, once touched the flesh, will be drenched in flesh and blood. There was a sudden exclamation in the lobby, and the rest of the crowd panicked, but it seemed that it was too late to dodge.