Xijiang City, the time is about to end, and the time has not yet arrived. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is the time for the defenders on the city wall to change shifts, and the soldiers who have just handed over the work will naturally not honestly return to the barracks to sleep.

A day's patrol is boring, and when you finally have some free time, you naturally want to have some fun.

It's just that the Qinglou in the west of the city has already been demolished by the Lord Guancanghai, and the delicate little ladies inside have also been filled by this god.

Looking at the entire Great Wei, except for the Taiwei who lives in Chang'an, no one dares to say that he is not.

These soldiers, naturally, can only complain in their hearts, but they still have to grovel to him and obey his words on the surface.

It's really called color-eating, too.

Without Mei Jiaoniang, there is only the desire for tongue over there.

It is also the blessing of watching the sea.

At this time, the business of those restaurants and restaurants in Laiyun City will be much better.

And the October noodle restaurant in the inconspicuous corner of the east of the city is naturally no exception.

Although this noodle restaurant is just a small business made by two old couples, the good thing is that the taste is authentic, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, the noodles are strong, and the soup is delicious. But they left a lot of repeat customers.

Qingluan, who has never cared much about eating, also dragged Su Changan here every once in a while to eat a bowl or two of noodles. The taste is evident.

No, it's just time to change shifts, and this small noodle restaurant is already overcrowded.

Naturally, the old couple had to get busy.

The old man was in the back kitchen, cooking noodles, and the old woman was in and out, delivering the food to the diners' tables one by one.

Although it was only April and the weather was still cool, the stove in the back kitchen was blazing, and the old couple was busy again, and soon their foreheads were covered with dense sweat stains.

But they had a smile on their faces.

After all, it is always a good thing to make a living by pointing to this business, and good business is always good.

The noodle restaurant is no better than a wine shop, eating side dishes, drinking sake, and listening slowly to the storyteller telling some stories of the old sesame seeds and rotten grains.

These diners come and go as fast as they come.

Two or three quarters of an hour passed, and only three or three diners remained in the still lively noodle restaurant, still eating noodles.

The old couple finally got free time and sat at an empty table, looking at each other speechlessly. They have said so much, so much that they have nothing to say. More often than not, it only takes a look to understand each other's minds.

They just waited quietly for the last wave of customers to finish their pasta, then clean the stalls and go home.

It's like every night they've been in Xijiang City for decades.

But at this moment, an incomparably bright starlight suddenly burst into the originally sparse starlight night sky, and the couple's brows furrowed at that time, and they both saw a look of shock in each other's eyes.

But before they could reflect, a cyan light comparable to Fang Cai's starlight shone down from the night sky again.

Xijiang City was illuminated as if it were daylight at that time.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths of time passed that the two starlights slowly disappeared again.

The diners who had not yet left were also stunned by this vision, and looked up at the night sky in a daze, long forgotten about the food in front of them.

"Haha. The old man let out a far-fetched smile, walked up to the diners who were still stunned, and said apologetically: "Everyone, everyone, I'm sorry. There is a vision in the sky, the little old man is terrified, and he wants to close down early, this meal is the little old man's invitation. ”

The diners were stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed disdain, and they muttered some mocking words about the old man's timidity like a mouse, but they still stood up and left in pairs.

In this world, the vision of the stars has always been a harbinger of great events.

The illumination or extinguishing of each star signifies the birth or death of a star. Naturally, it is also related to these sentient beings represented by the stars.

Although these diners are disdainful on their faces, they still have some drumming in their hearts, and they have no intention of embarrassing the old man.

Before the diners had gone far, the old woman beside the old man showed a dissatisfied face, and kept complaining: "I told you to keep that kid." ”

"You just don't listen. I saw the day my soul returned to the sea of stars, how did you go to see that kid Yuheng!"

The old man smiled bitterly when he heard this, he lowered his head, and began to clean up the tables and chairs in silence.

The old woman was still chattering, and he couldn't help but be a little irritable.

That kid's life is strange, he can't be real at all, how would he know that this will happen now, and the remorse in his heart is overwhelming.

Thinking of this, the old man could not help but feel a little distraught, he wiped the last table and chair, and was about to turn around and say something to the old woman, but at that moment, a very slight but powerful footsteps came, and a pair of black carved riding boots appeared in front of the old man's eyes at that time.

"This guest officer, the little old man is out of business. If you want to eat noodles, please come back tomorrow, I'm sorry. The old man said without raising his head.

But the owner of the riding boots did not seem to be aware of this in the slightest, and he continued to move forward, and sat down at the table and chair on his own.

The old man frowned, raised his head and was about to say something.

But when he saw the face of the comer, the words that came to his lips were swallowed back alive.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old, wearing a crow-blue Shu embroidered brocade robe, with a silver belt with the same cyan fairy pattern tied around his waist, his long black hair was naturally coiled up by him, and a pair of eyes that looked like hidden stars were deep and long.

"Looking at the sea?" the old man was a little surprised, but the tone of his words did not show any respect for this first god general of the Great Wei, and even called him by his name.

This is naturally very rude.

But Guan Canghai was not annoyed at all, but arched his hand towards the old man with a respectful expression, and said, "I have seen my predecessors." ”

The old man's face was a little depressed, and it could be seen that he was very displeased with this Lord Guancanghai.

"I have no contact with your court, what is the matter with me coming today?" he said, picking up the teacup on the table, pouring himself a cup of tea, and sitting down in front of the man.

Guan Canghai glanced at the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face, and he also poured himself a pot of tea like the old man, but he was not half annoyed by the old man's rudeness.

He just cleared his throat and said, "I want to ask Senior Ye to save someone." ”

The old man paused, and naturally knew who the person he was talking about in the mouth of Guancang Haikou was referring to. But he looked embarrassed, shook his head and said: "The boy's life is cut off, and he can't die anymore, how can the little old man be..."

"That piece of ancient artifact, Ruomu, is it still in the hands of the seniors. Guancanghai did not give the old man half a chance to shirk.

The old man's face changed suddenly when he heard this, and his voice didn't feel a little higher.

"If this wood is the inheritance treasure of my Cangyu Gate Nandou lineage, how can it be easily given to others!"

Guan Canghai seemed to have expected the old man's reaction, he took a sip of tea, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly: "Cangyumen Nandou is a lineage, and it has long been extinguished. ”

"......" the old man was silent.

"Things are dead, but people are alive. The South Dipper is extinguished, and the East and West Dips are even more hidden, and only the Beidou is still struggling to support. Which is more important, please think twice. With that, Guan Canghai put down the tea set in his hand, stood up, bowed respectfully to the old man, and then turned around and flew away.

Only the two old men remained silent in front of the dimly lit noodle stall for a long time.