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Xiao Yuesheng ate a few bites, put down the silver chopstick, frowned, and looked displeased. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These six signature dishes look full of color and aroma, but the taste is really average, far inferior to Ma Chunhua's cooking skills.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think of his eldest disciple.

And Ma Chunhua, who was far away in Tianchi, was also stunned, thinking about the master in the distance.

She sat on the edge of the Tianchi, looking at the Tianchi as clear as a mirror, reflecting her flower-like face, her face was full of melancholy, her eyes were confused, and she fell into a delusion.

At this moment, the master didn't know where he had gone, had he returned to the Taoist temple? According to his footsteps, if nothing else, he had already arrived.

Without himself by his side, he didn't know if he would eat well, sleep steadily, and whether he would starve himself.

Master is good at everything, but he is too picky about eating, and there is something wrong with the taste, so he throws down his chopsticks and stops eating.

And Master's cultivation is profound, and if you don't eat for a day or two, it's not a big deal, so when you encounter a meal you don't like, you will definitely not eat it.

In this way, before he knows it, he will not eat for a long time.

Thinking of this, Ma Chunhua came back to her senses, her heart was anxious, and she looked south, as if she was about to pass through many obstacles and see Master.

"Hey, little girl, come on!" Yuan Shixiao shouted, looking at the Yin Yin grass and waving.

Ma Chunhua said lazily and without energy: "Old man, I don't want to move." ”

"Come here!" Yuan Shixiao shouted, jumping to his feet, and said, "I'm not competing with you, let's go pick snow lotus!"

"I don't want to go to ......" Ma Chunhua said lazily, she only felt that the world was bleak, and she was bored and couldn't lift her spirits.

Yuan Shixiao shook three times and two times, performed light work, came to her close, his eyes widened, glared at her, and snorted angrily: "You little girl, you are really disobedient!"

Ma Chunhua smiled helplessly and said lazily: "Old man, I don't know what's wrong, I just don't want to move, I just want to sit." ”

Yuan Shixiao glanced at her, and suddenly let out a burst of laughter, with a strange look on his face.

Ma Chunhua blushed when he saw it, slightly hot, and hurriedly said: "Old man, what's the matter, look at me like this?!"

"I know, old man!" said Yuan Shixiao.

Ma Chunhua said: "What do you know?"

"The old man knows why you're like this!" Yuan Shixiao smiled mysteriously and looked her up and down again.

"Why?" asked Ma Chunhua curiously.

Yuan Shixiao smiled and said, "Do you have a sweetheart?"

"How's ?!...... Say nothing!" Ma Chunhua shook her head suddenly, laughed out loud, and glanced at Yuan Shixiao with disdain.

"You look like this, it's obvious that you are suffering from lovesickness!" Yuan Shixiao touched his chin, frowned, looked up and down, shook his head, and said: "Old man, I have lived half my life, and I still have this bit of eyesight!"

Ma Chunhua shook her head and smiled, cheered up her spirits, clapped her hands, and said, "I won't tell you!

She didn't think much of Yuan Shixiao's words, she was purely nonsense, she was thinking about Master, where is there any sweetheart!

It seems that when people get old, they will really become confused, and Old Man Yuan, who is so skilled in martial arts, is no exception.

Thinking of this, she felt pity, the old man was alone, lonely, living here, although the scenery was picturesque, but it was inevitable to be lonely.

Yuan Shixiao perked up and said busily: "Wow...... Fight one fight, the old man is afraid that you will not succeed!"

After that, the two immediately made a move, ping pong, fighting, fist to palm, very happy, for a while, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Chen Jialuo and Huo Qingtong appeared, and saw them from a distance, one old and one young, fighting fiercely, glancing at each other and smiling lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng picked up the silver chopsticks again, flipped over the red simmered meat, the meat was fragrant, smelling the aroma, it was very slanderous, but the heat was a little big, which made him quite dissatisfied.

The silver chopsticks poked the braised venison again, shook his head, the heat was also a little old, and it was smooth and tender, he shook his head and sighed, if the spring flowers are here, why is it like this!

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head, glanced ahead, and frowned slightly.

There were two people standing opposite, an old man and a young man, the old man was thin and slender, with three strands of hair under his chin, trim his eyebrows and eyes, although he was old, he still did not lose his graceful bearing, he must have been a rare beautiful man when he was young.

Next to the old man, a handsome young man, his face is like powder, his mouth is smeared with dan, and his nose is like a gall, which is really rare and handsome.

He is about ten ** years old, and his appearance and expression are faintly similar to the old man, presumably his junior.

Both of them wore three-foot long swords at their waists, the scabbard was ancient, and the hilt was wrapped in purple silk to prevent the palms from sweating.

Xiao Yuesheng heard people whispering in his ears: "It seems to be someone from the Ziyang Sect!"

"Well, looking at their swords, they should be from the Ziyang Sect!"

"I should be here to participate in the competition for the head of the house!" "Shhh

"Hehe, the current Ziyang Sword Sect, how can it have the original majesty, it has long been gone, don't dare to be so arrogant!"

"This young man, please!" the old man smiled slightly, and hugged his fist at Xiao Yuesheng, revealing a touch of snow-white teeth.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and hugged his fists.

The young man beside the old man frowned, his eyes flashed, and he was angry in his heart, this kid, such a big shelf, didn't even move his buttocks.

The old man smiled kindly, hugged his fists, and said with a smile: "Can the young man make it convenient and take two seats?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down." ”

"Thank you, thank you!" The old man arched his fists, sat down, and said with a smile: "Huaming Building was not so lively before!"

"Grandpa, when have you ever been here?" asked the young man who sat down and looked up.

The old man stroked the three strands of hair, looked far away, looked out of the window, his eyes gradually moved away, looking at the sky, as if he had lost focus, and said: "It's been more than forty years!"

"Oh, grandfather, you haven't been a teacher yet, have you?" said the young man.

The old man nodded, sighed, and said, "At that time, our Ziyang Sword Sect was the same in scenery, and the first faction in Huainan deserved it!"

"Grandpa, when did that happen! The so-called thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, how can there be a long-lasting and prosperous sect?" the handsome young man disagreed and shook his head.

The old man lowered his face, glared at him and snorted: "Nonsense, Shaolin faction, Wudang faction, what is the decline?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. The handsome young man was busy begging for mercy, and his face was full of helplessness.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled secretly, this young man, who can talk to his grandfather so casually, must be spoiled.

He also determined that these two people were indeed from the Purple Yang Sword Sect.

Four more dishes came up, and Xiao Er came over as soon as he slipped through the smoke, and while serving the dishes, he showed a flattering smile at Xiao Yuesheng, but ignored the other two.

The young man was very unhappy, glanced at Xiao Er, snorted lightly, raised his sword eyebrows, but in the end he couldn't bear it, just turned his head away and didn't look.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head secretly, young and vigorous, it is inevitable that everyone in the world will be like this.

The old man smiled at Xiao Yuesheng, picked up the silver chopstick, pointed to the four steaming dishes in front of him, and said, "Why don't you go together?"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, showing a hint of a smile, he had a good impression of this old man, it was rare to be so humble, even with his grandson, and he did not use his identity to oppress others.

"Okay, you're welcome!" the old man nodded, and began to eat.

The grandfather and grandson, like a whirlwind and clouds, in a blink of an eye, the four dishes saw the bottom of the plate, and the speed was so fast, it was like holding a plate and pouring the dishes directly into the stomach.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, quite envious, the six dishes in front of him didn't move a few times, and they were about to get cold.

"If it's all right, help me eat these. Xiao Yuesheng pointed and said softly.

The old man hurriedly waved his hand: "No, thank you." ”

He put down the silver chopstick, and said with a smile: "I drove with my grandson for a night, and I was really hungry and panicked, which made the young man smile." ”

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled.

The young man had always been quite dissatisfied with Xiao Yuesheng, feeling that he was arrogant, as if he was the king of heaven, and his grandfather was in front of him, and he was also a head shorter.

He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng with his eyes, snorted lightly, and turned his head.

The old man hurriedly turned his head, glared at him, turned to Xiao Yuesheng and hugged his fists and said, "I'm bothering the young man, the old man will take a step first and say goodbye!"

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "No need to be polite, please-!"

The old man smiled and nodded, got up and went to the counter to settle the bill, led the handsome young man, walked out of Huaming Building, and disappeared into the sea of people.

There was a loud chatter, and the surrounding sounds were steep and buzzing, like hundreds of bees flying overhead.

Xiao Yuesheng listened to it, and the sound of discussion came into his ears.

"Do you know who that is, one of the three swords of Ziyang back then, scholar sword Zhang Yiming!"

"Ziyang Three Swords?" someone asked.

"The three swords of Ziyang, they were powerful back then, and the three swords once fought with Zhang Zhaozhong, the master of the Wudang faction, the firearm judge, on par!"

"Ahh

(To be continued)