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    [080] Grandmaster 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 sentence?"

    ? Yunhushan took a long breath and said solemnly:

    "The master is like a dragon, it is the luck of the Hua Kingdom, and it has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. It cannot be humiliated, and those who humiliate it will kill it!"

    Hearing this, Yun Feiyang's expression changed wildly, and he muttered to himself: "Grandmasterdon'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 forties. Years of fatigue have made him slightly rickety, smoky, and exposed to the sun and wind, making him look older than ordinary people.

    "There is such a delicacy in the world!"

    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 as he spoke.

    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."

    Lao Wang's face froze, and he quickly smiled again, 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 500 per month."

    Lao 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, "It's none of our business whether your daughter goes to school or not. There's no money for her to sell it!"

    In an instant, Pharaoh's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was holding the kitchen knife in his hand tightly, 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, dare not, you smoke."

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

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

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

    Just 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 Lao Wang's face:

    "Hurry up, if you don't see the money today, get out of here."

    Old Wang gritted his teeth and begged: "Brother Dao, you have a two-week grace period, and I will definitely give it to you next month."

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

    "Be forgiving and forgiving."

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

    "If you don't want to die, just shut up and eat your noodles." Xiao Dao turned his head and said sinisterly.??, until he saw Ye Xuan's face, he was suddenly startled, as if he remembered something, his face changed drastically:

    "That Lao Wang I will give you a month's grace, 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, the knife leaned against the corner of the wall, slumped on the ground, panting heavily: "Huh~ It's so dangerous, but 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 youthank you." Lao Wang looked excited and kept repeating in his mouth.

    "You're welcome."

    Looking at Lao Wang, Ye Xuan frowned slightly. At this moment, Lao Wang's body was full of evil spirits, and his whole face was covered with black air. This is the appearance of a villain.

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

    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 promising future, I will pack up and go back to my hometown."

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

    Yes, having a daughter who studies well is all his hope.

    Having said that, 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 as I was thinking, a respectful voice suddenly came:

    "Mr. Ye."

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

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

    Thanks to book friends Nian 1888, Gu Cheng 200, Yemu? Xinghe 115, Fuou, Wang, Ye, and Tianyu for their rewards.

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