readx; Xiao Fei and the mad monk walked slowly on the streets of Los Angeles, after a rainstorm, the whole ancient city of Los Angeles seemed to be washed, the roads were a little muddy, and the streets were full of potholes and stagnant water. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Occasionally, horse-drawn carriages passed by, splashing pedestrians in muddy water.

Xiao Fei's eyes swept aimlessly through the various shops on both sides of the road, but he couldn't find a noodle restaurant.

There were countless familiar scenes that came to mind, making Xiao Fei's heart mixed at this moment.

The brothel of South Street,

North Street snacks,

Pawnshop on East Street,

Casinos on West Street.

Qingyun Mountain is not far from Los Angeles, and it is only the time to ride a fast horse, when Xiao Fei was still the young master of the Qingyun Sect, the entire Los Angeles was his playground, and it was here that he lived a vain but happy life.

He can clearly remember the names of all the women in the brothel on South Street, which one is charming and coquettish, which one is gentle and virtuous, which one has a hot body, which one has small breasts and big buttocks, which one has good bed skills, which one has a very noisy voice, and even the red mole on Xihua's buttocks, he remembers it clearly.

Cherish the flowers. The woman he'd slept with the most.

He also won't forget the casino on West Street, where he almost lost half of the Qingyun faction's belongings, and the things used to pay off debts were all pawned one by one in the pawnshop on East Street.

Among those things that were discarded, there were all kinds of objects from his father's collection, swords, strange shapes, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and even the four treasures of the study, as well as his mother's headdress, and even a dowry.

Of course, he stole them out.

He doesn't know any martial arts, but he was born as light as a swallow, flying like a flowing cloud in the sky, leaving no trace, stepping on snow without a trace.

Finally, there is the snack street in the north, where he and Ye Wuxin met.

The first time they met, he was chased and beaten by Ye Wuxin, and almost smashed the shops on the entire street. The reason is also very simple, even a little funny: he can't stand Ye Wuxin's silence, and Ye Wuxin can't stand his noise.

Now, when he returns here again, he is no longer Xiao Fei, he is no longer the young master of the Qingyun Sect, he is no longer the son and brother who everyone respects, and he is no longer the wanderer who has empty eyes and spends money like dirt.

Maybe he's still who he is, or maybe he's changed.

He suddenly remembered how his mother had taught him so hard. I thought of my father Xiao Duan's hateful face, the little guy who followed him like a docile dog, and the sorrow of the night before my father's suicide.

Yes, he is the young master of the Qingyun Sect, and his father is a famous swordsman, he never needs to worry about anything, not at all! But now when he wants to care in his heart, everything is gone.

The world makes people, white clouds and dogs.

The Qingyun Sect was destroyed, and what was even more sad was that his mother, who was already old, was also missing, and the Murong family ruined everything for him, but was it their fault?

If I had practiced hard at the beginning, if I had worked hard to learn the way of management, if I had ......

Now, it's too late!

For a long time, Xiao Fei's cynical face shed a hot tear.

"You're crying. The mad monk said with a smile.

"Get out, you old bald donkey! Damn! What do you know? Lao Tzu, this is called hurting the present and nostalgia. Xiao Fei hurriedly wiped away his tears with his hands, extremely fast, but it seemed very unnatural.

"It's nostalgia for the past and hurts the present!" "Lao Tzu likes to hurt the present and nostalgia, and I don't accept you to bite me." Xiao Fei's face always became very fast.

"Everything is empty in the end, and everything in the heart is nothing, good! good!" The mad monk really looked like a monk when he spoke, but he ate meat, drank wine, and slept with women.

When the people you care about are killed, when the people you care about want to kill you, when the prosperity of the past is gone, when there is no support in life, people will grow up, and they will become old rivers and lakes.

The mad monk understood Xiao Fei very well, and he wanted to help the young man get out of this predicament. More importantly, Xiao Fei is also the "chosen person", and there are some things. He can't say it yet.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed on Xiao Fei's blank face, and the eyes that searched everywhere were staring motionlessly at the eye-catching signboard in front of him - Yangchun Noodle Restaurant.

He now needs a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and if the money is enough, he hopes to have two bowls.

Sadness is also a very physically demanding thing.

"Xiao Er, come to two bowls of Yangchun noodles, don't put chili peppers, put more vinegar. Xiao Fei's excited voice was also harsh in the hustle and bustle of the noodle restaurant.

"Come on!" the little second-hand dragged a white yellowed rag, and the enthusiasm on his face disappeared without a trace the moment he saw them.

"We don't entertain poor ghosts, we have to drink water, and the streets are everywhere outside. Xiao Er's tone changed to disdain and disdain.

"Damn, you're blind, I don't know you Grandpa Xiao!" Xiao Fei just finished saying this, and even he himself was stunned. A nameless fire was pressed into the stomach by the fire, and finally disappeared suddenly.

Look! Is this still the same young master of the Qingyun Sect back then? The moon-white robe had become tattered, and his hair was messy and irregular, like weeds in a kennel, gathered together haphazardly. In the past, there were people waiting for him to wash his face, but now he simply doesn't even wash his face, and his once white and tender skin is a little rougher, and the whole person looks sloppy, exactly like the old madman sitting opposite him.

"Trouble. Two bowls of Yangchun noodles. The mad monk took out ten cents from his bosom and stacked them neatly on the table.

"Wait!" Xiao Er quickly took the money away and turned to leave.

No matter how small a fly is, it is meat, and a ten-dollar business is also a business.

"These money-eyed dogs. From beginning to end, Xiao Fei only scolded this sentence, I don't know if he was hungry and had no strength, or if he had lost his former pride.

Wealth and fame can give any ordinary and ordinary person extra respect and care, but when all this is gone, what is lost is not only that, but even more.

The most reliable thing in the world is money. But the most unreliable thing is also money.

"It's nice to have something to eat!"

"Do you know? In the past, Lao Tzu could eat a few hundred taels of silver for a meal. Spicy chicken, crispy duck, braised lion head, 100-year-old bamboo leaf green, high-grade daughter red, the whole one is called flower chicken ....... Xiao Fei couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The delicious food, the things that he once disdained, now only made him more uncomfortable, stirring his sensitive stomach.

The mad monk didn't listen to him, his eyes were slitted and staring at a table near the stairs inside.

On that table, I saw a woman in strange clothes eating, and on the table next to her was a tightly wrapped long thing wrapped in cloth, looking up from time to time, her eyes looked casual, but they were full of vigilance, and even flashed with an imperceptible murderous aura.

It was as if the thing wrapped in cloth was her destiny and would slip away if she wasn't careful.

"The noodles are here!" Xiao Er threw the two bowls of noodles on the table and said coldly. The soup overflowed, spilled on the table, and steamed. "Did you see that person by the stairs?" the mad monk motioned to Xiao Fei.

"And have the heart to look at women, you flower monk. Xiao Fei's mouth was already stuffed with noodles, like a hungry dog.

"She's not an ordinary person, she's a "little water dragonfly". The mad monk's tone hardened.

"Oh, anyway, let me eat a bowl of noodles this time. With that, Xiao Fei buried his head in the bowl again, and the sound of eating noodles was very loud, so the crazy monk also picked up chopsticks and joined in.

In the corner, there is another group of people staring at the "little water dragonfly......