Kung Fu Soldier King

"Immortal Mao, why did you come to Baoguo temple? I remember you learned the ability to subdue demons and demons. When did you learn to read fortune telling?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise.

In front of him, there was a small table with Yin-Yang eight diagrams, sign boxes, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

There is also a cover beside the table. On the left is "Nineteen generations of disciples of Maoshan sect" and on the right is "Sanmao Zhenjun Fu Zhuan immortal method". It says in the middle: no money.

Behind the table, Bruce Lee stuck a fake beard and wore stone glasses. Wearing a black robe and a melon skin hat.

Hearing that someone called him immortal Mao, he was frightened. He turned around and didn't even want the stall. He wanted to run directly.

Xiao Yan grabbed him and shouted, "Mao Xiaolong, you're not fucking interesting, are you? At least get to know each other? You don't have to invite you to dinner. Do you run so fast?"

Only then did Mao Xiaolong hear something wrong. Turning around and looking at it, he felt that he couldn't see clearly. He pulled down the stone mirror. Then he saw clearly that it was Xiao Yan.

"Who is Yu Dang? It's master Xiao Jiuye. Haven't you gone to the northwest? Why are you free to hang out in the capital?" Mao Xiaolong relaxed. He looked like he had just stolen someone's chicken and dog. He looked around carefully and looked like a thief.

Xiao Yanshan smiled a few times and said, "I came to the capital to do something. I came here with nothing to do. I wanted to come and count a divination, but I didn't expect to meet a real person."

"The name of a real person must not be mentioned again. Just call me Bruce Lee. Come on, this is not a place to talk. Let's go elsewhere." Mao Xiaolong quickly put away the stall and followed Xiao Yan to leave Baoguo temple.

When passing by the door of a copper pot Shabu, the guy's stomach made a rumble and swallowed a burst of saliva when he looked at the door face.

Xiao Yan saw that he was hungry and said, "in the evening, DongLaiShun me as the host. At present, we might as well find a place to drink tea first."

At this moment, it was less than three or four o'clock. It was quite a long time before dinner. Bruce Mao finally couldn't help it. He raised his legs and walked inside and said, "what's the meaning of drinking tea? The more we drink, the more hungry we get. It's better for us to drink some wine with fat sheep. That's interesting."

Xiao Yan knew that this man had a good face, so he said, "immortal Mao is right. Please come inside."

This is a small shop on the upper and lower floors. After entering, only a few waiters are cleaning the table. The landlady of more than 200 kilograms is ordering behind the counter.

The cook left work long ago. When he came in, he said he would not cook and had to wait until 5 p.m.

Xiao Yangang cashed in cash on the way. He was good at this kind of thing. He slapped two stacks of Grandpa Mao who had not been opened on the counter and said, "one stack is the money for this meal, and one stack needs two bottles of Wuliangye."

The landlady answered without saying a word. While warmly greeting them upstairs, she took out her mobile phone and called the cook. "Hurry back to work. A distinguished guest is coming. I'll give you a tip of 500 yuan. Stay sharp."

Seeing that Mao Xiaolong was staring at her, she immediately changed her mind and said, "I'll give you a thousand expenses and come back in ten minutes, otherwise don't come to work."

In this kind of small shop, two people can eat two or three hundred, and they die of five hundred. It's strange that Xiao Laojiu doesn't treat him as a grandpa.

Soon, the kitchen downstairs was busy. The dishes went up to the top. At first, they were all the accessories in front of the Shabu Shabu, but Mao Xiaolong's eyes almost jumped out.

If Xiao Yan were not here, he would have eaten it raw. But this man is also very particular. Although his clothes are simple, they are washed very clean.

Xiao Yan knew that he could not get any answer when talking to him at this time, so he waited patiently. He lit a cigar and took out another one and handed it to the opposite side.

But Bruce Lee didn't care about his cigarette. Seeing a bubble at the bottom of the pot, he immediately stuffed it with slices of raw mutton.

That is, after passing the chopsticks, take them out directly and eat them with mahjong.

Xiao Yan breathed out his breath, the smoke was swirling, but his eyes were a little red.

Basically, he could guess that the expert had broken his halberd and sank in the capital. I'm afraid I haven't eaten enough for days, otherwise I wouldn't look like this.

He sighed. It's really not easy to get ahead in the capital.

Ten bricks fall from this place, which can hit nine managers, and the remaining one is old Dong. There are powerful people everywhere, and they may offend at any time.

With regard to Mao Xiaolong's domineering strength, he had guessed today's result when he separated from him in Gufu.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, we'll have it again." Xiao Yan said to him with a smile.

Mao Xiaolong said vaguely while eating: "our family is not in a hurry. It's this mutton slice. It's cooked in water. We should fish here and there, or it's old and tastes bad."

"You should be from Sujiang province. I've lived in Jinling for so long. I haven't heard that people there are good at instant boiled mutton?" Xiao Yan said with a smile.

Mao Xiaolong blushed and buried his head in the heat. He probably hid. Then he said, "since he came to the capital, he has eaten too much DongLaiShun. He found that he can't do without instant boiled mutton."

Xiao Yan said no more and asked him to fill his stomach first.

The goods are really hungry. It's estimated that they will eat five or six kilograms of mutton. Ordinary people have to vomit, but this guy doesn't seem to have enough, but it seems that he can't eat any more.

Xiao Yan asked for two bottles of Wuliangye and drank with him. After three rounds of wine, dishes and five flavors... Er, Xiao Yan didn't move his chopsticks at all.

"Immortal Mao, I just called you immortal in Baoguo temple. Why didn't you answer? Instead, you ran?" Xiao Yan thought it was necessary to ask, although it might touch his wound.

Mao Xiaolong looked a little embarrassed, but he still said: "Alas, the silver lantern at noon has a hook on the wall, and the clock tower of the temple is full of smoke. Sixty Jiazi rotate in turn, and people's transportation is different every day. I went to recite words a few days ago, offended a rich and young man, and finally I couldn't come to Baoguo temple to set up a stall. As a result, there was a Da Yuanliang, an elder in black robe. He had a group of dog legs under his hand, and asked me to pay the stall tax first. I thought the urban management didn't care, These people didn't take anything seriously. As a result, they said that my Maoshan ancestor was a real king. I said that the real person didn't deserve it and had to run on me. I didn't want to argue with him, otherwise the mere black robed elder would be nothing... "

Xiao Yan basically knew about it, but he didn't worship the mountain, which annoyed the black robed elder. Finally, he sent someone to collect the protection fee. Seeing that he didn't go to the road, naturally, there was no good result.

Today, it is estimated that he came out quietly to set up a stall. No wonder he wore this strange makeup. When Xiao Yan called him, he thought it was the other party who was looking for trouble, so he slipped away very quickly.

Xiao Yan is funny. He vaguely remembers that Yue Wuyou once told him that this black robed elder is a famous master of Baoguo temple. He does have a way and is a guest of power in the capital.

He thought for a moment and said, "let's take care of the Baoguo Temple later. First, what kind of memorization did you do? That's why you got so mixed up?"

"Oh, it's hard to say!" Mao Xiaolong roared, as if he wanted to spit out his depression.