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Chapter 80 Grandmaster Like a Dragon (please recommend tickets)
[080] Master Like a Dragon

"Well said, you are indeed my grandson of Yunhushan."

There was a hint of praise in Yunhushan's eyes. He has been a soldier all his life, and he naturally hopes that his descendants can join the army to win glory for the country, and then he said seriously: "Do you know what kind of existence a martial arts master is?"

"what?"

Yun Hushan said: "This group is a national SSS-level secret, and I don't even have permission to access it."

Yun Feiyang was surprised: "Grandpa is not qualified?"

Yun Hushan nodded, and said again: "So, I asked the old chief, and the old chief only said one sentence!"

"Which one?"

Yunhushan took a long breath and said solemnly:

"The grandmaster is like a dragon, with the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, he cannot be humiliated, and those who humiliate him will kill him!"

Hearing this, Yun Feiyang's expression changed wildly, and he muttered to himself: "Grandmaster...don't be humiliated, those who humiliate him will be killed!"

Ye Xuan was sitting in front of a secluded stall, with a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles in front of him.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his 40s. Years of fatigue have made him slightly rickety, smoky, and exposed to the sun and wind, making him look older than ordinary people.

"Only in the world can there be such delicacy!"

Ye Xuan swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, took a sip of wine happily, felt the smell of fireworks in the world, and felt that life was so wonderful.

"Old Wang, your Yangchun noodles are very special." Ye Xuan gave the middle-aged man a meaningful look while talking.

The surname of middle-aged people is Wang, and the name is not important, and no one will remember it, and no one will ask. Regular customers call it "Old Wang", and strangers call it "Boss".

The days are spent day by day and year by year in the "Lao Wang" and "Boss".

Hearing Ye Xuan's question, Old Wang quickly raised his head, with a humble smile on his dark face: "If you like it, I'll teach you how to make it, a handful of fine noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five qian lard , a spoonful of soy sauce from my old Wang’s family, and then blanched with two crispy and crispy Chinese cabbage. The taste... keep it to your liking.”

At this time, four or five young men with long hair dyed in various colors walked into the shop, with stickers of "Double Dragons Playing with Pearls" and "Black Tiger Pulling Its Heart" on their arms.

"Old Wang, it's time to pay this month's protection fee."

Old Wang's face froze, and he smiled quickly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Dao, didn't I just hand it in to you at the beginning of the month."

Xiaodao said very bluntly: "The first month is the first month, and it's the end of the month. Next month's payment will be accepted, and starting from next month, the protection fee will be increased by [-] per month."

Old Wang's expression froze, and Xiaodao's face flashed a gloomy coldness, "Why, are you not convinced?"

"No, no." Pharaoh smiled quickly, bent over, and said in a humble tone: "Brother Dao, I beg you, my daughter has to pay tuition next month, and I can't delay it any longer. If she delays school, she will be kicked out." gone."

"Bah." Xiao Dao said, "Whether your daughter goes to school or not is none of our business. We don't have the money to sell her!"

In an instant, Lao Wang's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was tightly gripping the kitchen knife in his hand, his fingers turned slightly white.

Xiaodao shrank his legs in fright, stopped abruptly, and scolded: "Why, you dare to cut me?"

In an instant, Lao Wang's body relaxed like a deflated ball, his waist bent even more, and the smile on his face became more humble: "Brother Dao, don't dare, don't dare, you smoke."

He hurriedly took out the Furong King on the table and handed it over.

This cigarette costs 25 yuan a box, which is too high for him. He is usually only willing to smoke Honghe, which costs [-] yuan, and only takes out this cigarette when entertaining others.

Xiao Dao slapped the cigarette on the ground, and laughed loudly: "What kind of person is I, who can smoke your poor cigarette?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other gangsters also laughed. One of them took out a soft bag from his pocket, lit it on the knife, and slowly breathed out a smoke ring on Old Wang's face:
"Hurry up, if you don't see money today, get out of here."

Lao Wang gritted his teeth and begged: "Brother Dao, please allow two weeks, and I will definitely give it to you next month."

"Kuan Nima." Xiaodao slapped Lao Wang's face: "I can't get any money today, let your daughter come over to accompany my brother."

"Have mercy and forgiveness."

Ye Xuan is not a nosy person, but he couldn't bear it any longer.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up and eat your noodles." Xiaodao turned his head and said sinisterly, until he saw Ye Xuan's face, he was suddenly startled, as if he remembered something, his face paled. big change:
"That...Old Wang...I will give you a one-month grace period, and you must pay it next month."

After finishing speaking, Xiaodao rushed out of the store with several other younger brothers as if fleeing.

After running for a long time, Xiao Dao leaned against the corner of the wall and sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily: "Huh~ It's so dangerous, luckily the killing god didn't come after me."

The younger brother was puzzled: "Brother Dao, why are you so afraid of that young man?"

"Don't ask." Xiaodao said: "I have been with Brother Biao before, and I have seen that master is very powerful. In short, remember, if you don't want to die, don't provoke that master."

"Thank you...thank you." Lao Wang looked excited and kept repeating in his mouth.

"You're welcome."

Looking at the old king, Ye Xuan frowned slightly. At this moment, the evil spirit on the old king's body was soaring to the sky, and his whole face was covered with a layer of black air. This is the appearance of a villain.

"I'll make you a bowl of Yangchun noodles again." Lao Wang felt a little sorry, but he was just the owner of the stall, and the only thing he could express his gratitude to was this.

Ye Xuan couldn't figure it out, an honest middle-aged man didn't look like a villain at all, so he said: "As the saying goes, bully the weak and fear the strong, the more you shrink back, the more they will push forward."

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Lao Wang froze for a second, then continued to go down, and said in a rambling manner while going down:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. We are doing low-level work and we are foreigners. It is not bad to find a job to make a living."

"We don't have the ability to live the life of those decent people. Fortunately, my daughter is in her third year of high school this year, and she takes the first grade every year. When she is admitted to university and has a future, I will pack up and go back to my hometown."

When he said this, his tone was a little sour, but he still had some hope.

Yes, to have a daughter who can study well is all his hope.

With that said, a bowl of Yangchun noodles was placed in front of Ye Xuan again, "Use it slowly."

Looking at Lao Wang's humble face, Ye Xuan sighed silently in his heart, yes!As the aloof Jiuxuan Tianzun, he can solve all troubles with his fists, but how can he really feel the sorrow and sorrow of the little people.

Just thinking about it, suddenly a respectful voice came:

"Mr. Ye."

Ye Xuan raised his head, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt cupped his fists and said to him.

It was Zhu Changhe who was seriously injured by Ye Xuan's slap in Tianya Pavilion.

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