I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 42

Da Tuanjie Noodle House.

Zhang Jun hugged the braised noodles and ate them with gusto. Zhang Jun didn't know if the steaming bowl of nourishing braised noodles was nourishing, but it was very satisfying.

The soup stock made from mutton stew is mixed with high-gluten noodles, and the soup is silky and full of flavor.

Sprinkle a handful of coriander, two or three wolfberries, a portion of softly cooked mutton, and the mutton oil chili, which makes it more and more delicious.

"Fat man, do you think there are really those anonymous outsiders in reality?"

Zhang Jun was eating braised noodles and remembered what Fatty Li had just said and couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm...I haven't seen it."

Fatty Li shook his head. Apart from the fact that the cripple he bumped into just now was a little suspicious, he had never seen those masters who looked like those in novels.

Maybe their old man has met him, but he left a few years ago.

"However, my old man did say something about him, which is a bit fantasy. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Just tell me, and I'll just listen to the story."

Zhang Jun held his chin, thinking: Fantasy?Can you be more fantasy than me?

Fatty Li closed his eyes and thought carefully for a moment; "Back then, my grandfather went to the city in disguise to purchase some supplies for the village. When he returned, it was too late, so he simply found a ruined temple and spent the night there, waiting to go back tomorrow morning... …”

Fatty Li imitated his grandfather's tone and talked about the original incident.

While sleeping until midnight, Mr. Li heard the noise. Although he was young at the time, he was already a veteran in the world.

He immediately got up and hid behind the stone statue.

Not long after, a bald man walked in from the door. The man held a tiger-head knife and thrust the knife into the ground.

"Boom!"

The blade of the knife was inserted straight into the ground for three inches without even a trace of shaking.

Mr. Li knew at that time that the bald man was a top expert, but he didn't know his origins and didn't dare to show up rashly.

The big man lit the firewood, took out the dry food and put it in his mouth to chew.

Not long after, two more people came outside.

An old man and a young man, both wearing long patched coarse cloth gowns and buns on their heads, like monks.

After entering the door and seeing the big man, he just smiled and nodded, then sat in a corner and stared at the big man intently.

The big man became impatient and couldn't help but cursed: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I got in on you!"

The old man and the young man looked at each other, and then the old man turned to look at the young man: "Disciple, what do you think?"

"Sparse eyebrows and reverse hair growth are signs of disordered nature. The hall is narrow and cannot accommodate two fingers. The life is bumpy and there is no one to raise the eyes. The mountains are deep and there are dark lines and erythema. There is also a risk of life, including sudden death. disaster."

The boy's immature voice echoed in the temple.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, which shone on the Bodhisattva's face, as if to verify it.

Mr. Li, who was hiding behind the Bodhisattva statue, was also shocked by the young man's words. He thought to himself, these young and old people must be tired of living. Aren't you afraid that the man will send you to see the King of Hell first?
Sure enough, the big man was stunned for a few seconds, and then he became furious: "What the hell are you talking about."

As he spoke, he threw away the dry food in his hand and picked up the big knife at hand.

However, these two people, who looked like grandfather and grandson, showed no fear in the face of the ferocious man. Instead, the old man pinched his beard and asked the young man, "When do you think he will die?"

"Countless deaths have occurred, but this calamity has already occurred in fate. No accident, it should be now."

The young man looked as usual, looking at the big man with an angry face in front of him, his eyes showed no fear at all, and could even be said to be extremely indifferent.

The old man on the side laughed even more: "What I said makes sense."

This weird and abnormal behavior frightened the big man.

I think these two people are not crazy.

Seeing that he was unpredictable, the big man still didn't dare to take action rashly. He just turned around and walked back to the bonfire to sit down.

At this moment, two more people came in from outside.

The big man immediately became alert, holding a big knife behind his back with one hand and looking at the door seriously.

Only when he saw that the two people who came in were actually an old lady and a yellow-haired girl about eleven or twelve years old, did the big man relax.

The old lady was carrying a package on her back, obviously trying to escape.

They were also startled when they saw the bald man holding a knife staring at them fiercely.

But when he turned his eyes, he saw an old man and a young man next to him. After thinking for a moment, he took the little girl and sat down beside him.

There are many jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests at this late night, and it is even more dangerous to travel in the middle of the night.

The big man didn't care, he just stared at the door coldly. He wanted to see how he died here tonight. If he was allowed to see the sun tomorrow, he would inevitably chop the old and young people into pieces.

"Master, what do you think?"

At this time, the boy stared at the girl and suddenly asked.

The old man pinched his beard and said with a smile: "In troubled times, only the best flowers can survive."

"What about the other one?" the boy continued to ask.

The old man squinted his eyes and counted with his fingers: "At the age of 30, I was full of high spirits. For 12 years, it was cold and the rain hit me. I lost my sword and picked up the plow. In the end, the prodigal son turned around and lived up to his youth."

As soon as he said this, the bald man raised his head in confusion, looked at the old woman holding the baby girl in her arms, blinked, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahahahaha..."

The big man laughed so loudly that the cracked mud tiles on the roof began to loosen.

Not long after, tears were about to flow out. No wonder it was like this.

Even Mr. Li, who was hiding behind the Bodhisattva statue, found it ridiculous.

The old lady looked over fifty, how could she have been so high-spirited for 30 years? 12 years of cold weather and rain? ?
That's all, what follows is even more outrageous.

In the end, the prodigal son turned back and lived up to his youth.

This is really unbelievable and ridiculous to say to an old lady.

Now the big man couldn't bear it anymore and concluded that the old man, the young man and the young man were liars. His laughter gradually died down and his eyes gradually became fierce: "Okay, you two are just making fun of me. I won't chop you into pieces." Jiang, I’m sorry for my reputation, Zheng Kui’an.”

He is Zheng Kuian!
When Mr. Li heard the name, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Even if he had never seen this person, he had heard of his evil name.

Henan Mansion was a famous thief. He once killed an entire village by himself.

I saw Zheng Kui'an standing up with a cold face, but he raised the big knife in his hand, intending to kill the old woman and the girl first: "You said that I died an unexpected death, today I will kill these two first, let's see who Die here first."

As she spoke, she stepped forward quickly. The old woman's expression changed drastically, but she was unable to resist. She saw that the big knife was about to fall on her head.

"stop!"

Mr. Li, who was hiding behind the statue of Bodhisattva, felt angry in his heart. Although he was not a kind person, he could not see such a bully and indiscriminate murderer, so he shouted in anger.

It was at this time that I felt something push me behind me. I pushed forward with my hands, and the base of the Bodhisattva statue in front of me cracked with a "click". The two-person tall Bodhisattva statue tilted, and then It hit him straight down.

"Boom!"

The movement was so great that it felt like the ruined temple was about to collapse.

Zheng Kui'an was also frightened, and instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding the bodhisattva that fell down.When the Bodhisattva statue fell to pieces, he didn't even come back to his senses.
Suddenly, he saw Mr. Li hiding behind the Bodhisattva statue, and his eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent: "Damn, this is a trap set by you."

He yelled and raised his knife to kill someone.

Unexpectedly, with this loud roar, the loose glazed tiles on the roof came crashing down, and a brick hit Zheng Kui'an's Tianling Cap squarely.

"clang!"

Zheng Kui'an's eyes were bloodshot, his body shook a few times, and he fell straight to the ground with the big knife in his hand.

When Mr. Li stepped forward to take a look, he found that Zheng Kui'an had been hit to death by the brick.

In the noodle shop, Fatty Li spoke vividly.

Even the few young people sitting around eating were somewhat fascinated by what he was hearing.

"and after?"

Seeing that he had finished speaking, Zhang Jun couldn't help but ask.

Fatty Li licked his lips: "My grandfather didn't say what happened next."

"cut!"

Several young people who were still listening to the story suddenly booed: "You are really awesome. If you go to Qidian to write a novel, I promise to give you a monthly vote."

Fatty Li rolled his eyes, then lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. After taking a puff, he said to Zhang Jun: "But the old man and the young man were right. My grandfather only found out later that it turned out that the last one A prophecy speaks of him.”

"When my grandfather was 30 years old, he really became a great thief in Guanzhong, and his reputation spread far and wide. He also launched several sneak attacks against the Japanese and was called a grand thief by the people.

That little girl in the temple was my grandma.

However, when the war was about to end, my grandfather was arrested and sentenced to 12 years in prison. My grandmother did not remarry and took my father to earn a living. She died right after the first military parade.

After my grandfather was released from prison, he farmed honestly, obeyed the laws and regulations, and never did his previous business again. "

Zhang Jun also sighed after hearing this.

This story of the older generation would be quite exciting even if it were made into a TV series.

"Then did your grandpa ever tell you what the origins of the master and apprentice, an old man and a young man, were in that ruined temple?"

Zhang Jun was more interested in the master and apprentice, an old man and a young man, in the story than Fatty Li's grandfather.

"This one……"

Fatty Li scratched his head desperately. He remembered what his grandfather said, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He patted his head in distress, and suddenly he felt blessed: "Oh, yes, yes, I remembered."

"My grandfather said that he didn't know the identity of the master and apprentice, but he remembered that when they were leaving, the master called the apprentice next to him...Miao Zhen!"

"Cough cough cough!!"

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then he remembered that day on the hillside, when the old Taoist reported his name, Miaozhen, and almost choked to death on a spit.

His face turned red from holding back: "How could it be him!!"

(End of this chapter)