Although she has backbone, any backbone is meaningless when she is hungry.
What's more, Ling Xiaoxiao also helped Ye Qingyun.
It is reasonable to eat something from Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun brought Ling Xiaoxiao to the Shaolin Temple.
He could see that Ling Xiaoxiao was injured and had not eaten for three days, so he had no strength to walk up the mountain.
Just eat something and rest in the Shaolin Temple first.
Ling Xiaoxiao was very surprised about Shaolin Temple.
Even more at a loss.
"It's okay, everyone here is my acquaintance, it's just like going home."
Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao's embarrassment, Ye Qingyun said with a smile.
When Ling Xiaoxiao saw Huikong and other monks respectfully paying respect to Ye Qingyun, she became even more confused.
What is Ye Qingyun’s identity?
Why are these monks so respectful to him?
And call him the Holy Son?
Ling Xiaoxiao was filled with doubts.
But at the moment she just wants to fill her stomach.
As for other things, wait until your stomach is full before you think about it.
Ye Qingyun borrowed the kitchen of Shaolin Temple and didn't do anything fancy.
Just cooked a pot of noodles.
Garnish with simple chopped green onion sesame oil.
Then it was brought to Ling Xiaoxiao, who was already hungry.
"Xia Xia, eat quickly!"
Ye Qingyun wiped his hands and said.
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the noodles in the bowl and couldn't help it.
Without even bothering to say thank you, I just picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Xilihulu!
It can be seen that Ling Xiaoxiao is really hungry.
She completely drank in this steaming bowl of noodles.
Didn't even chew it.
A big bowl of noodles, I finished it in as little time as I had to fart.
When Ye Qingyun saw the way she hesitated to speak, he knew she wasn't full.
Fortunately, Ye Qingyun was prepared and cooked a big pot.
He served another bowl to Ling Xiaoxiao.
Ling Xiaoxiao said thank you this time.
Then continue to eat noodles.
Ye Qingyun was watching from the side.
He's not hungry.
I went down the mountain after eating a lot.
A big pot of noodles, not a single noodle left.
Even the noodle soup ended up being drunk into Ling Xiaoxiao's stomach.
Ye Qingyun was shocked when he saw it.
I was afraid that Ling Xiaoxiao would burst her belly.
After all, I haven't eaten for three days, and if I eat so much all at once, I'm afraid my body won't be able to bear it.
fine.
Although Ling Xiaoxiao's cultivation level is very low, he is a cultivator after all, and he is born with supernatural powers and his body is different from ordinary people.
So there won't be any problems.
“I’ve never had such delicious noodles!”
Ling Xiao sat on the chair with a satisfied look on his face after having had enough snacks and drinks.
Ye Qingyun smiled.
"Compared with the steamed buns you ate three days ago, which one tastes better?"
Ling Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth.
"Your noodles are much more delicious than steamed buns."
It's strange to say.
After Ling Xiao had eaten her fill, she planned to exercise to heal her injuries.
She was injured by Gou Li before.
Although the injury is not serious, dragging it on will become a big problem.
but now.
Ling Xiaoxiao discovered it after some luck.
I don’t know when my injuries were completely healed!
No injuries at all.
Not only that.
There was even a surge of warmth in my body.
Let Ling Xiaoxiao's cultivation level slowly increase.
This shocked Ling Xiaoxiao.
She didn't know why this happened.
But it's a good thing anyway.
Not too entangled either.
at the same time.
Gou Buli was sitting on the roadside with a few close beggars.
The more Goubi thought about it, the more he felt that something was not right.
He took out a message slip.
"Master?"
He called out softly to the jade slip.
It didn't take long.
The messenger Jade Slip responded.
"What's the matter?"
"Master, I have something to report to you, old man, that is..."
At that moment, Gou Li told his master what had happened before in a respectful tone.
"Ouyang Feng? Gang leader Hong's friend?"
A surprised voice came from the jade slip.
"Yes, Master. This disciple feels something is not right, so I want to ask Master, does he know if Gang Leader Hong has a friend named Ouyang Feng?"
Gou Li said.
The messenger jade slip was silent for a moment.
It took a while before the sound came again.
"I have never heard that Gang Leader Hong doesn't have many friends. It seems that none of them are named Ouyang Feng."
Gou Buli was startled: "But that person seems to know Gang Leader Hong very well."
"I'm going to ask about it for my teacher."
"Okay Master!"
The other end of the message slip.
A mountain range far away in the Fengwu Dynasty.
This is a branch of the Beggar Clan.
The person sitting here is an elder from the Beggar Gang.
This person's name is Song Youliang, and he is the most senior among the elders.
It is said that he will be promoted to the elder of Nine Pockets soon.
And this Song Youliang is the unfavorable master.
Song Youliang is about seventy years old, with sparse hair and only a few white hairs on both sides.
The space is completely bare, and it reflects brightly under the sunlight.
Perhaps it was because he was bald that Song Youliang chose Gou Buli, who was also bald, as his disciple.
Song Youliang held the jade slip in his hand and frowned.
"Ouyang Feng? Ouyang Feng? This name is very unfamiliar, but he is so familiar with the gang leader? Could it be that he is really a friend of the gang leader? But he is not known to us?"
Song Youliang also felt that this matter was a bit strange.
He thought about it.
Decided to ask someone as well.
Song Youliang flew directly out of the helm.
All the way to the west.
About an hour later.
Song Youliang fell down in a dilapidated village.
There are beggars everywhere in the village.
Seeing Song Youliang's arrival, the beggars quickly saluted.
"Meet Elder Song!"
Song Youliang nodded and looked around: "Where is Elder Ma?"
"Elder Ma is at the east end of the village."
"good!"
Song Youliang immediately came to the east end of the village.
I saw an old figure sitting cross-legged under a tree and practicing.
It was Elder Ma who Song Youliang wanted to meet.
Elder Ma has nine cloth bags on his body.
He is clearly the elder of Nine Pockets.
Among the elders of the Beggar Clan, the one with the highest status is the Elder Nine Pockets.
He is the elder of the elders of the Beggar Clan.
Both in terms of qualifications and strength, they are extremely top-notch existences.
Song Youliang looked respectful and did not dare to disturb him.
"Is it Elder Song?"
Elder Ma had already noticed the visitor and stopped practicing.
"Elder Ma, I have something to ask Elder Ma for advice."
Song Youliang said respectfully.
The reason why he is so respectful is not just because Elder Ma is the elder of Nine Pockets.
Especially because Elder Ma is one of the two most trusted elders of Gang Leader Hong.
Gang leader Hong is currently traveling abroad, dealing with some extremely important matters.
As for the affairs of the gang, they are basically handled by the two elders.
Elder Ma is one of them.
Even other people who are also elders of Jiubao must be controlled by Elder Ma.
"Say it."
Elder Ma asked.
"It's like this, I have a disciple, he..."
Song Youliang also told Elder Ma about the matter.
After hearing this, Elder Ma's expression suddenly changed.
"Ouyang Feng? I seem to have heard Gang Leader Hong mention this name before..."
