Ye Xian and Xiang Fang were on the table of the wonton stall like this.

The two of them didn't have any polite thoughts about this old-timer who was the same generation as his master.

Ye Xian was okay, the only thing he was interested in in Jinling was this Wonton Confucian who only knew the surname Zhang but didn't know the name.

Even if Gao Zhenhui, the first martial artist in the world, and the emperor of the Xia family, the co-owner of the mainland, are difficult to enter the master's eyes, but he is particularly favored by such an unserious or even old and unserious Wonton Confucian student, and even praises him, which makes Ye Xian's interest in the old man even stronger.

As for Xiang Fang, his expression was a little strange.

Although the conversation between the two just now was face-to-face on the street, what the two sides said would not be heard by ordinary people, because Xiang Fang was there, and the voices of the two of them were set within a half-foot radius of the two of them, so Xiang Fang was a little strange that the old man could hear what the two of them said.

"Uncle Zhang, please come with two bowls of wontons, my senior brother is a person who can't stand hunger. ”

Ye Xian said with a smile.

The old man seemed to have anticipated the arrival of Ye Xian and the others early, and the wontons that had been put into the boiling water in advance had already floated up at this time.

The dough rolled by the old man himself is extremely delicate, and when the wontons are cooked, the dough is so transparent that you can see the meat filling wrapped in it.

The cooked minced meat looks like a mahogany bead.

It can be seen that the materials are sufficient.

The old man first scooped a large spoonful of old turkey soup into the bowl from the chicken soup pot that had been boiling next to him, and then scooped fifteen wontons into each bowl, and sprinkled them with chopped green onion and coriander.

The old man dragged a bowl in one hand and placed it in front of Ye Xian and Xiang Fang respectively.

Even if the old man is already at the age of sixtieth year, his hands are as dry as tree bark, but his hand strength is not small, the blue and white bowl is comparable to the size of a human head, the old man does not tremble at all, even when he puts it on the table, it is so casual and natural.

It was full of chicken soup with a bowl of noodles eighty percent high, and not a drop was spilled.

The old man put two bowls of wontons on the table.

did not sit down to accompany these two juniors, but first picked up the signboard of his wonton stand.

According to the rules, after taking off the signboard, it is natural that you will not be able to entertain guests on this day.

Even though the streets on both sides at this time are no longer as crowded as last night, thousands of scholars blocking the river and waiting for phoenix boats, at this time, on the banks of the Qinhuai River, not to mention people, there is not even a single rooster crow.

Then the old man still did not approach the table where there were only the two brothers at this time, but came to the white table behind his countertop, picked up the rolling pin and did not know what he was tinkering with on the board.

It doesn't matter if the old Confucian is not idle, even his mouth is so refusing to stop.

"Ye Ting, this old immortal, I can arrange it with my apprentices behind my back, and I have to send my two apprentices to come to me to cheat and cheat, how can there be such a good thing in this world, but he is called Ye Ting to catch up, it is really shameless enough. ”

Ye Xian heard someone scolding his master, who had been regarded as a god since he was a child, and he didn't get angry at all, but laughed heartlessly.

And Xiang Fang on the side was originally swallowing wontons one by one on the side, but it happened that there were more spicy seeds in the bowl, and Xiang Fang's eating appearance was really ugly and ugly at this time.

However, when he heard the old Confucian suddenly talk about his master, Xiang Fang stopped his not very elegant appearance, his eyes were full of suspicion, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

I don't know if the old Confucian who was patiently making pastries on the side didn't hear Xiang Fang's big mouthful of swallowing wontons like a waterfall, the old man deliberately stopped the rolling pin in his hand, looked up at Xiang Fang, who was full of red oil, and said.

"In this world, it's not only the avenue of martial arts that can prove immortality. ”

After listening to the old man's words, Xiang Fang suddenly understood one thing, and he had more respect for the old man, wiped the red oil on his mouth, and said very respectfully:

"The younger generations didn't know that among these three sects, there was a true saint like you. ”

His master said that this Confucian scholar is not good at martial arts, and he is a Confucian scholar with a very authentic cultural context, so a literati who does not understand martial arts can easily see the internal force of Xiang Fang isolated from nothing, and he can hear the conversation between the two brothers before, which proves that the old gentleman who sells wontons in front of him is a real saint realm of the three religions, and it is a rare or even once-in-a-millennium saint realm in the world, which has to shock him.

How could I have thought that this old man, who was higher than Emperor Wu Gao Zhenhui in terms of realm alone, just smiled slightly.

"Is it true to scold people? Among the three religions, it is not said that Buddhism and Taoism are the tigers, what kind of things does my Confucianism do? If I don't seek for heaven and earth but for the common people, why can't I be a saint?"

Xiang Fang was a little restrained in front of a saint, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Even if this group of scholars has a little less backbone now, it is for themselves and not for the way of heaven, and it doesn't matter if you look down on the remaining two lackeys, you don't want to scold me together. ”

Although the old man's words were heavy, his tone was relaxed.

Xiang Fang could only smile bitterly.

"What the master taught me was. ”

The old man cared about this, but said with a big smile:

"It's okay for you to talk nonsense like this in front of me, it's not a big deal to look down on the people in the three sects in your heart, it's just a matter of saying it in front of your little master Gu Xihua, if you dare to say it in front of Qiu Xin's mother-in-law, I'm afraid you will lose half your life." ”

Ye Xian looked at the steaming wontons in the bowl and said with a smile:

"It is estimated that it is more than that, because after the second senior brother let the master receive the family law without concealment, it is estimated that you will lose half your life again, senior brother. ”

Xiang Fang thought about that picture by himself, and couldn't help but feel a chill behind his back when he thought of the domineering woman of his master Niang Qiu Xin, but he thought of the second half of his junior brother's words about his master, and felt a little funny.

"Uncle Shi's profound cultivation is admirable, even if it is not martial arts. ”

Xiang Fang has always been good at talking in front of the people in the sect, and he is like this to Ye Xian, in addition to the senior brother who has never been very good with him, and even more so with the elders of the sect, he is well-behaved, not like the rumors in the rivers and lakes that are unruly and unruly.

Unexpectedly, this time the old Confucian student became inexplicably annoyed.

"You are in this later life, and you are scolding, my half-hung realm is considered high? Your master was in this realm when he was eighteen years old, and I am a literary saint, and I can't beat your master himself in ten fights, you guy just can't speak. ”

Ye Xian forcibly held back a smile, beckoned to his senior brother, and made a rude gesture.

Seeing that his most unruly and righteous senior brother in the rivers and lakes was dripping down by the sweat of this old Confucian student, it was really speechless and funny.

Ye Xian thought to himself, Second Senior Brother, you are a martial artist from a farmer's background, why do you have to reason with a guy who can be regarded as the ancestor of the world's scholars?

People are Confucian saints, how can they explain it clearly?