Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 32

It was almost noon, and the courtyard of the Sword Control Hall was crowded with people, almost every seat was full.

All the guests were chatting in high spirits, and at this moment they heard a loud voice: "My good friends are invited! The noon time is just right, let's have a feast!"

As the old housekeeper Feng Bo shouted, I saw a group of young servants carrying food boxes from the back kitchen in a row, quickly flipping through the plates of delicacies to the table, and the fragrance was overflowing for a while, making the People can't help but move their index fingers.

The guests who came to celebrate the birthday this time are all prominent figures in the rivers and lakes, including the chef in charge of the birthday banquet. old lady.

This old grandfather Liang is not only superb in cooking, but also quite good in martial arts. It is a pity that in recent years, he has wanted to retire from the sword. If he hadn't seen the face of his old friend Xing Zhenliang this time, it would have been a real challenge for others to ask him to take action. Difficulty.

Xiao Lei's eyes slid between the dishes of various colors, clearly looking like a coveted old eater, Mu Yun looked at it with a smile, and lowered his voice: "I said, Xiao Lei, don't look like you haven't seen it before. The way the world looks, it's plain to show people a joke."

Xiaolei glanced at him, and sure enough, he saw the disapproval on the faces of the three immortals in Zhongnan, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Who has never seen the world, Chef Liang is actually tired of eating this soup. Willing to use chopsticks is still rewarding his old and unpromising face."

Hearing this young master speak flamboyantly, even the four disciples of Zhongnan Sanxian showed contempt on their faces, but Xiaolei didn't care, he picked up his chopsticks and wanted to pick up the plate of Babao Sauce in front of him. Meat.

Seeing this, Yu Bing couldn't help laughing, and quickly patted the back of his hand. Xiaolei didn't dare to make trouble after all, so he could only cough and shyly retract his chopsticks, which made Mu Yun even more unable to help laughing.

The food has already been served, but Feng Bo cleared his throat and sang loudly again: "Please—Shou Xing Gong~"

When everyone heard the words, they stood up and applauded and cheered, and there was a lot of joy in the commotion.At this time, the door of the main hall was opened, and a stunning girl in a pink dress walked out pushing a Wolong cart.

Sitting in the car was a spirited, white-haired old man. His face was kind but dignified, especially his pair of eagle eyes were sharp like hooks, making it hard to forget at first sight.

This old man was naturally Xing Zhenliang, the owner of the Sword Management Museum. Mu Yun applauded and whispered to Yu Bingru: "Senior sister, look, Elder Xing's eyes are a bit scary. Fortunately, Miss Xing's eyes are so scary. I didn't follow him at all, otherwise the word 'ying' would really have to be spelled differently."

Yu Bingru also lowered his voice and said: "Xing Laoyi became a member of the ancient Tianshan School, and he won the reputation of 'Iron Wing Falcon' when he debuted. Some scumbags can't sleep at night."

Mu Yun was fascinated when he heard it, and nodded again and again: "A man who acts chivalrously and deters evil spirits should be like this. But Mr. Xing, is he not good at walking? Otherwise, why would he still rely on chariots for transportation?"

Yu Bingru sighed lightly: "In those days, when the Jingyu Demon Sect ravaged the martial arts, Xing Lao once fought the demon king 'Afterimage' Xin weeping blood, but unfortunately he lost. After that, he was imprisoned in an underground water prison, and his legs have been soaked in water for four years. In icy water, this is not good enough."

After listening to Mu Yun's heart, he saw Xing Zhenliang, the longevity star, clasping his fists with both hands, and said with a smile: "My good friends can take the time to come to support the old man today, the old man is really honored and grateful. Very well, I thank you all my good friends with Yingyao here."

Although the voice was not very loud, the words were still clear in the midst of the noise, which showed that the depth of this old skill was not just a vain name.

At this time, Xing Zhiying also stepped forward lightly, and said generously with a smile: "My uncles, seniors, brothers and sisters, Xiaoying'er is very polite. Today, everyone will come to my grandfather to wish my grandfather's birthday today. The Zhijian Pavilion will always remember that we have prepared a little wine to thank everyone during this banquet, and if there is any inappropriate reception, please be sure to thank everyone.”

Although his grandparents and grandson had different words, they had the same meaning of hospitality. Naturally, everyone cheered and cheered, and they only listened to the congratulatory speeches such as "Fortune is like the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan", "Youth is old and young" and so on. The echo echoed throughout the audience.

There is no shortage of elegant young masters and scorching young men among them, who took the opportunity to flatter Xing Zhiying, making this Feixue Jiaoying feel shy and happy at the same time, with a tender face that was rosy and charming, making her even more like a Begonias are just blooming, and they are so pretty.

While responding to the crowd, Xing Zhenliang gestured to Uncle Feng to continue the charter with his eyes. Uncle Feng naturally understood and sang again with a boost of energy, "Don't be rude, my good friends. I invite you to appreciate the craftsmanship of Chef Liang. ."

The guests resigned again, and finally took their seats again. After several cups and changes, the atmosphere in the venue became more enthusiastic.

Everyone has let go of their restraint without realizing it, no matter whether he is a famous family elder or an elder, when he arrives at the dinner table, he cannot avoid the innate firework atmosphere.

This match between Mu Yun and Xiao Lei can be regarded as a match between a chess opponent and a good talent. The kung fu between cups, plates, spoons and chopsticks has obviously reached a perfect state. In a short while, the two of them are both eating their stomachs and looking at each other. There is also some sympathy between them.

Mu Yun didn't expect that Xiao Lei could eat as much as himself even though he was small in stature. He sighed and said with a half-smile, "Xiao Lei, didn't you say that you are tired of the dishes made by Chef Liang? Why do you still eat so vigorously in the end?"

Xiaolei hiccupped and said stubbornly: "Little Master just didn't eat Chef Liang's dishes for a while, so I just missed it for a while, otherwise if it really depends on craftsmanship, Chef Liang will be in Xiaoye's eyes. I can't even rank here."

Hearing this, Mu Yun was laughing at himself, but at this moment he heard someone on the other side say in a frenzy: "You little ruffian, you eat so many dishes and still talk slander, haven't you heard the allusion of Kong Rong giving pears, or you don't at all. Do you know how to respect the elders?"

Xiaolei took a quick look and found that the person who dared to speak out was Chang Jing, the youngest among the four disciples of the Zhongnan Sect. He saw that the cup and plate in front of him were empty, and the corners of his mouth were not even slick. ' model.

It's just that the situation of his three senior brothers didn't seem to be much better. At best, they only got a few chopsticks of loose vegetables and delicacies. On the contrary, the three Zhongnan immortals headed by the colorless real person showed the demeanor of the elders, and they seemed to be barely self-sufficient up.

Xiao Lei saw it clearly, and he immediately smiled and said: "The little Taoist said it right, after all, Xiao Ye has read books, so he naturally knows to respect the elders. Come and come, the colorless real person is welcome, this chicken leg will please You have enjoyed it."

(End of this chapter)