【080】The grandmaster is like a dragon

"Well said, worthy of being my grandson of Yunhu Mountain. ”

Yun Hushan's eyes showed a touch of praise, he had been fighting all his life, and naturally hoped that his descendants could join the army to win glory for the country, and then said with a straight face: "Do you know what kind of existence a martial arts master is?"

"What?"

Yun Hushan said: "This group is a national SSS-level secret, and even I don't have access to it. ”

Yun Feiyang was taken aback: "Grandpa is not qualified?"

Yun Hushan nodded, and said, "So, I asked the old chief, and the old chief only said one word!"

"Which one?"

Yunhu Mountain Chief took a breath and said with a solemn expression:

"The grandmaster is like a dragon, it is the luck of the Chinese country, and it has the divine power of the heavens and the earth, it cannot be humiliated, and those who insult it will be killed!"

Hearing this, Yun Feiyang's face changed wildly, and he muttered to himself: "Grandmaster... Thou shalt not be insulted, and those who insult him will be killed!"

Ye Xuan sat in front of a secluded stall with a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles in front of him.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties, and the perennial fatigue has made him slightly rickety, smoky, and exposed to the sun and wind, making him look older than ordinary people.

"There is only such a delicacy in the world!"

Ye Xuan swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, took a sip of wine, felt the smell of fireworks in the world, and only felt that life was so wonderful.

"Lao Wang, your Yangchun noodles are very special. Ye Xuan said as he glanced at the middle-aged man meaningfully.

The middle-aged person's surname is Wang, the name is not important, and no one will remember, let alone ask, the regular customer is called "Lao Wang", and the raw customer is called "boss".

The days are spent in the "old king" and "boss", in the firewood, rice, oil and salt, day by day, year by year.

Hearing Ye Xuan's inquiry, Lao Wang hurriedly raised his head, and a humble smile appeared on his dark face: "If you like it, I'll teach you how to do it, a handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of broth, a glass of water, five dollars of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce from my old Wang's family, and two crisp cabbages." That taste... Keep what you like. ”

At this time, the shop walked into four or five young people with colorful long hair, and there were stickers of "Double Dragon Playing with Pearls" and "Black Tiger Digging Heart" on their arms.

"Lao Wang, it's time to pay this month's protection fee. ”

Lao Wang's face stiffened, and he hurriedly smiled, and said in a low voice: "Brother Dao, didn't I just hand it over to you at the beginning of the month." ”

Xiaodao said very politely: "The beginning of the month is the beginning of the month, this is the end of the month, accept the next month, and from next month, the protection fee will be added to five hundred per month." ”

Lao Wang's expression froze, and a touch of coldness flashed on Xiaodao's face, "What, are you not convinced?"

"No, no. Lao Wang hurriedly smiled, bent over, and said in a humble tone: "Brother Dao, I beg you, my daughter still has to pay tuition next month, and she can't delay it any longer, and if she drags it any longer, she will be driven away by the school." ”

"Phew. The knife said, "Your daughter can't go to school and don't care about our." There's no money for her to go out and sell it!"

In an instant, Lao Wang's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he clutched the kitchen knife in his hand, and his five fingers turned slightly white.

The knife shrank his leg in fright, stopped again, and scolded: "Why, you dare to cut me?"

In an instant, Lao Wang's body was like a deflated ball, relaxed, his waist was bent even more, and the smile on his face was more humble: "Brother Dao, don't dare, don't dare, you smoke." ”

He hurriedly took out the King of Hibiscus on the table and handed it over.

This cigarette is twenty-five yuan a box, the price is too high for him, he is usually only willing to smoke five yuan of Honghe, and only when he entertains others, he will take out this cigarette.

The knife slapped the cigarette to the ground, and laughed: "What kind of person can Lao Tzu smoke your broken cigarette?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other thugs also laughed, and one of them took out a soft medium from his pocket, lit the knife, and spit a slow smoke ring on Lao Wang's face:

"Hurry up, if you don't see the money today, you can get out of here. ”

Lao Wang gritted his teeth and begged: "Brother Dao, you have a grace period of two weeks, and I will definitely give it to you next month." ”

"Kuan Nyima. The knife slapped Lao Wang's face: "I can't get the money today, let your daughter come over to accompany my brother." ”

"Be forgiving and forgiving. ”

Ye Xuan is not a nosy person, but he can't bear it anymore.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up for me and eat your noodles. The knife turned his head and said in a sinister manner, until he saw Ye Xuan's face, he was suddenly startled, as if he remembered something, and his face changed greatly:

"That's... Wang...... I'll give you a month's grace, and you'll have to pay it next month. ”

After speaking, the knife pulled the other little brothers and rushed out of the store as if they were fleeing.

After running out for a long time, the knife leaned against the corner of the wall, slumped on the ground, panting: "Whew~ It's dangerous, fortunately, the killing god didn't chase after him." ”

The younger brother was puzzled: "Brother Dao, why are you so afraid of that young man." ”

"Don't ask. Xiaodao said: "I once talked to Brother Biao, and I have seen how powerful that master is, in short, remember, if you don't want to die, don't provoke that master." ”

"Thank you... Thank you. Lao Wang looked excited, and his mouth kept repeating.

"You're welcome. ”

Looking at Lao Wang, Ye Xuan frowned slightly, at this moment, Lao Wang's body was full of anger, and his whole face was covered with a layer of black gas, this is the appearance of a villain.

"I'll make you a bowl of Yangchun noodles again. Lao Wang was a little reluctant, but he was just the owner of the stall, and the only thing he could express his gratitude for was this.

Ye Xuan couldn't figure it out, an honest middle-aged man didn't look like a villain, so he said: "As the saying goes, bullying the soft is afraid of the hard, the more you retreat, the more they have to advance." ”

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Lao Wang froze for a second, and then continued to start below, babbling while going down:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, we are doing a ninth-rate job, and we are outsiders, so it's good to find a job to make a living. ”

"We don't have the ability to live the life of those decent people, but fortunately, my daughter, who is in her third year of high school this year, is the first in the grade every year, and when she is admitted to college and has a future in the future, I will pack up and go back to my hometown. ”

When he said this, there was some sourness in his tone, but there was probably some hope.

Yes, having a daughter who studies well is all his hope.

As he spoke, a bowl of Yangchun noodles was placed in front of Ye Xuan again, "You use it slowly." ”

Looking at Lao Wang's humble little face, Ye Xuan sighed silently in his heart, yes! As a high-ranking Jiuxuan Tianzun, he can solve all troubles with his fists, how can he really understand the sorrow and sorrow of the little people.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a respectful voice came:

"Mr. Ye. ”

Ye Xuan raised his head, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt clasped his fists at him and said.

It was Zhu Changhe, who was seriously injured by Ye Xuan's slap in Tianya Pavilion.

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Thanks to the book friend Nian 1888, Gu Cheng 200, Yeluo?Xinghe 115, Fuou, ang, also, Tianyu for the reward.

I asked for a recommendation.

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