Mo Chen stared at the three-legged and two-eared tripod of the Dingzhong world, after a long time, finally no more visions came out, consciousness slowly withdrew, opened his eyes and looked, it turned out that the outside world was already daylight, Mo Chen felt a trace of mana circulating in his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, he came to this world inexplicably, and now he has even learned to cultivate immortals, although he still doesn't know what the bamboo slip that brought him over is something, but looking at the bamboo slip these few manifest visions, it didn't harm himself, didn't he?

With the mana body, Mo Chen felt that the whole person had a feeling of relaxation from the inside out, from the body to the mind, Mo Chen got out of bed, walked out of the house, stretched his waist, felt that the sun was incomparably bright today, and touched his stomach, although he didn't feel hungry, but the habit of eating breakfast for more than 20 years could not be changed.

Walking out of his small courtyard and coming to a noodle restaurant not far from his small courtyard, a master was busy before and after, and when he saw Mo Chen, a big gentleman like Svenwen, coming to his shabby shop, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Does Mr. want to eat noodles?"

Mo Chen looked at the people in the noodle restaurant who were almost full, and then smelled the fragrance of lo mein, and said with a smile: "Please ask the old gentleman to have a bowl of lo mein." ”

Seeing that Mo Chen was so polite, the old master felt a little respected for no reason, in the past, which of those Sven scholars was not pretentious? How could he be so polite as this gentleman? At present, a smile bloomed on the old face of the old master who had some vicissitudes of life, and said: "Sir, please inside, just meet for a while." Ah Niu, come and lead this gentleman in. ”

A young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the hall, and it should be the old master who shouted Ah Niu, and the old master pulled Ah Niu, bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Go and help this gentleman find a clean table." ”

Ah Niu answered, took Mo Chen to find a seat, wiped the table and stool, and said to Mo Chen: "Sir, please take a seat." ”

Mo Chen smiled at Ah Niu and said thank you, after Ah Niu heard this, a smile also bloomed on his honest face, smiled at Mo Chen, and turned to leave. It didn't take long for the master to come over with a bowl of lo mein, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Sir, you use it slowly." ”

Mo Chen looked at the big bowl with more braised meat and noodles than the table next to it, and said to the old master, "Thank you, old man." ”

The old master smiled and didn't speak, and continued to cook noodles.

Mo Chen picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a pair of chopsticks noodles, and ate them slowly, I have to say that the taste of this noodles is very good, not like the later generations, all kinds of seasonings, this noodles eat in the mouth, only the purest pasta fragrance, even the braised meat is fat but not greasy, there is a unique taste, it seems to be an exclusive secret recipe marinated. It's a lot better than the one I ate last night.

"Is the gentleman a new tenant?"

A voice suddenly came, Mo Chen stopped his movements, turned his head to look, but it was a man in his thirties talking to him.

Mo Chen nodded and said, "Yes, Mo Mou just moved here not long ago, and he lives in the house north of Dongmian Road. ”

The man listened to Mo Chen's words and laughed a few times: "Haha, I didn't expect that there was such a big gentleman in our Qingyou Fang, sir, all the residents sitting in this restaurant are the residents of our Qingyou Fang, most of them are farmers Liba, and they are all your neighbors." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chen stood up with a smile, saluted to the people in the hall, and said: "As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. ”

When everyone in the hall saw that Mo Chen, such a gentleman, was so polite to them, the farmer Liba, they didn't dare to slack off, and they all got up to return the salute.

And the restaurant was suddenly so lively, I had already alarmed the cooking master, and when I rushed over, I happened to hear Mo Chen's words, and laughed at the moment: "It turns out that Mr. is a new resident of our Qingyou Fang, so I will give you free money for this bowl of noodles today." ”

When the diners heard this, they all laughed and shouted, and the big man who was talking to Mo Chen just now even said, "Old man Yang, what about our face money?"

Old man Yang glared: "Tomorrow, bring a pot of your family's newly brewed wine to the old man, and I will also give you free of your face money." ”

When the words fell, there was already laughter in the noodle shop, Mo Chen looked at this scene of neighborhood harmony, and had a faint touch in his heart, which was too rare in the city of later generations, and there was a sentence in a sketch that Mo Chen watched before said very well, "Look at people in the crack of the door, look at people flat; "How can we see such a harmonious scene in the future generations.

Mo Chen also laughed, and finally smiled: "Even if today's money is on Mo, it can be regarded as Mo Mou's invitation." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Man Yang hurriedly said, "I can't help it, I can't help it, Mr. Mo." ”

The rest of the diners also said "no, no", Mo Chen saw them like this, so he had to give up and said, "Then forget it today, when I have time, I will invite everyone to Sihailou to have a good meal." ”

When all the diners heard this, they all laughed, and the atmosphere was quite warm for a while.

After Mo Chen finished eating the noodles, he came out of the noodle restaurant in a "goodbye Mr. Mo", but the last noodle money was not accepted by Old Man Yang, and Mo Chen could only forget it.

After walking around the street for a while, Mo Chen came to the tea shop he came to yesterday, asked for a pot of tea, and sat in a corner, the storyteller in the hall was really telling some stories about demons and monsters, and the storyteller was eloquent, and soon Mo Chen was immersed in the story.

By the time the storyteller finished telling the story and it was already noon, Mo Chen stood up, walked to the street and bought some steamed buns, walked while eating, and bought some rice paper, ready to go back and practice calligraphy. In the end, he found a carpenter's shop, sent someone to build a reclining chair for him, bought a door plaque, paid for it, and asked two carpenters to help him send the door plaque back.

When the three of them walked to Mo Chen's residence, the two carpenters were already sweating slightly on their foreheads, Mo Chen saw this, hurriedly took out the kettle, poured two glasses of water, handed them to the two, and said, "It's hard work for the two of you." ”

The two carpenters took the water glass, and one of them smiled and said, "Sir, you are really polite, by the way, you can write on the plaque quickly, and we will help you hang it up later." ”

When Mo Chen heard this, he said hello, went back to the house and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and when he came out, the two carpenters had already put the door plaque on the stone table in the courtyard, and Mo Chen walked over and began to grind the ink.

Wait until the ink is almost grinded, close your eyes, sink your mind into the world of Dingzhong, look at the three-legged and two-eared bamboo slips on the extremely faint [Dao] word, feel the rhyme of the word, after a while, Mo Chen opened his eyes suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, Mo Chen dipped the brush with ink, and then wrote the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the plaque [Mingyue Xuan].

When the words were completely written, Mo Chen put down the brush in his hand, looked at the three words [Mingyuexuan], and looked satisfied.

The two carpenters were like this, and when they read Mo Chen's handwriting, one of them said: "Sir, your handwriting is really good, and our brothers have also seen many gentlemen with excellent calligraphy who inscribe on people's door plaques, but they are not as beautiful as yours." ”

When Mo Chen heard that this was not a sycophant, he was a little happy in his heart, but his face was quite modest, and he said, "It's ridiculous." ”

Just when Mo Chen's voice fell, suddenly, on the door plaque, a black and white entangled light lit up straight into the sky, and then, the sky of the entire Qingyoufang suddenly darkened, at this time it was obviously noon, but there was a full moon hanging in the sky, and a moonlight above the full moon fell down, falling on the door plaque where Mo Chen finished writing, and then the vision dispersed, and the whole process only lasted for a breath, which made people feel that it was an illusion.

"Sir, that was ...... just now" A carpenter swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked Mo Chen in disbelief.

Mo Chen was also helpless at this time, why did he make such a big movement every time he wrote?!Could it be that he couldn't write in the future?!Inexplicably, he suddenly felt a little tired. Then he looked at the two carpenters with a sluggish look, raised his hand and touched his eyebrows, and said, "Let's go back first, the ink on this plaque will dry for a while, and Mo will hang it himself." ”

The two carpenters didn't know what the number of this gentleman Si Swenwen was, just writing a word, and it was dark to make the sky dark, didn't he bump into the evil spirit, and he had to go to the City God Temple to burn two pillars of incense for a while, and the two listened to Mo Chen's words, and they all arched their hands at Mo Chen, and then left in a hurry, not daring to stay longer for a moment.