You must know that with Sang Yuchu's kung fu, he is considered a top-notch master in the martial arts world. The old man lay quietly beside him and the others. If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak, the three of them would have remained silent.
His existence cannot be discovered. If he suddenly gets angry, wouldn't Yang Yanrong, who doesn't know martial arts, and Ke'er, who has low martial arts skills, have no power to fight back?
Thinking of this, Sang Yuchu's pretty face turned extremely pale with a "swish" sound, without a trace of blood, and the cold sweat on her back soaked the clothes behind her.
Ke'er pulled out the sword he had put aside, guarded it tightly in front of Yang Yanrong, and asked nervously: "You, who are you?"
Yang Yanrong looked at the extremely pale Sang Yuchu, frowned, and then immediately changed his mind and understood. However, his face was calm, and the pistol hidden in his arms was already in his hand. Because there was Ke'er in front of him.
Blocking the old man's sight, plus the fact that he was wearing a robe and hiding the pistol in his sleeve, no one could detect it.
With a smile on his face, he gently pushed away Ke'er who was blocking him, and said with a smile: "Old man, the ground is not very clean! How about changing to another place?"
The weird old man couldn't tell his age. His snow-white hair was messy and scattered on his chest, mixed with his long beard, making it impossible to tell which ones were beards and which ones were hair. Both were round and round.
The big eyes kept turning as Yang Yanrong spoke, presumably considering the feasibility of Yang Yanrong's suggestion. Although he looked very old, there was no wrinkle on his rosy face, like a baby's skin.
rosy.
He was wearing a set of coarse linen clothes that had been washed and turned white. On his feet was a pair of leather shoes. They looked old. Although they were shabby and torn, they were very clean. There was a pipe stuck upside down on his waist.
It has long since turned yellow, and the copper cigarette holder has also changed color due to years of oxidation. Apparently the old man often cleans this pipe. The yellow copper is a little gray. There is a small black cloth bag wrapped around his waist with a hemp rope. Inside
It was bulging, so it was obviously filled with either tobacco leaves or silver. Of course, from Yang Yanrong's point of view, most of the ingredients were from the former.
Dressed like this, he looked like an honest old farmer. If Yang Yanrong didn't have absolute confidence in Yuchu, he would really think so.
The strange old man thought for a moment, smiled, patted the ground, and stood up leisurely. The weight of the body and the law of gravity seemed to not exist on him. Yang Yanrong and the other three were all awe-inspiring. The old man is so old, but his skills are still there.
So awesome.
Although Sang Yuchu was confident that she could do the same action, she couldn't do it as naturally as the old man. At this moment, Yuchu's eyes became more wary. Seeing the bad guy walking away with a smile on his face,
When I got to the old man's side, the sweat from my nose flowed down involuntarily. I thought that this guy was too courageous. I had already gathered all my strength. As soon as I found that something was wrong, I would immediately rush to save people, even if I had to fight.
However, I must not let anyone hurt Yang Lang.
Ke'er also had the same thought and followed Yang Yanrong closely, with a worried look on his face, saying that even if he risked his life, he would still protect Brother Yang's integrity.
Yang Yanrong didn't have any consciousness at this time, and the smile on his face became even bigger. He stretched out his hand to hold the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Ke'er, why don't you add a bowl of soup? Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Since the old man
If you want to drink the soup we made, you are obviously hungry. How can we bear to let a respectable old man go hungry? Oh, old man, it is all my fault that you are always hungry!"
"Pfft" Master and disciple Sang Yuchu looked at each other and almost laughed out loud. This guy was really bad. Sang Yuchu rolled his eyes impatiently. At this moment, she also understood that the old man had no intention of harming them at all.
, Otherwise, why would you have waited so long for Yang Lang to shiver?
The old man gave Yang Yanrong a meaningful look. His eyes were like an unfathomable pool of water, which could directly reflect all the thoughts in people's hearts, making them unable to escape. Yang Yanrong was also surprised, and his heart
I know that I have really met an expert this time. You must know that in his previous life, he could be said to have met countless people. Those guys who call themselves experts all day long are all half-empty characters, and they often fight.
He goes around pretending to be an expert. People like the old man who dress in ordinary clothes, but as long as a discerning person can tell that he is extraordinary at first sight, are the real masters.
Ke'er was very well-behaved. In a short while, a steaming bowl of wild vegetable and mushroom soup was brought to the old man. He smiled sweetly and said: "Grandpa, please drink the soup."
Ke'er's appearance is exquisite, her voice is sweet and pleasant, and her big innocent eyes are looking at the old man, which makes the old man feel better, and he gently cleans the chin.
With a long beard on his chest, he said with a smile: "What a teachable little boy! It's rare for a girl to have a good heart, but I can't stand it for the old man."
The old man took the soup and didn't care whether it was hot or not. He tilted his neck and poured it all into his mouth with a slurp sound. Yang Yanrong secretly smacked his lips: What a great person! This is a real great person.
After drinking the soup, the old man smacked his lips and let out a long breath. He held his silver beard and praised: "What a good soup! What a soup. I have traveled all over the country for more than 130 years and have never drank it."
I have never had such a delicious soup." He looked at Yang Yanrong, nodded and said: "Boy, with your soup-making skills, you can do anything in the world."
Yang Yanrong curled his lips and said, "Go ahead and keep doing it. If you have more than a hundred and thirty years left, I think you will be seventy or eighty years old at most. However, he would not say this out loud, so he told Ke'er: "But
Son, hurry up and get another bowl for the old man. Yuchu, don’t we still have steamed buns in our bag? Let’s give two to the old man. We must not neglect the old man!”
This commanded Ke'er and Yuchu, as if they had become the masters of the family, issuing orders to their wives and concubines. Yuchu and Ke'er naturally obeyed Yang Yanrong's words. Soon, two pieces of steamed buns
and a bowl of fragrant soup came into the hands of the old man again.
The old man didn't refuse. He took the steamed buns handed over by Yuchu and the fragrant soup brought by Ke'er without any courtesy. He chewed the steamed buns and the fragrant soup. He ate them deliciously and sighed in admiration from time to time.
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Yang Yanrong stood aside with a smile and said nothing, letting the old man eat and drink as much as he could. Sang Yuchu made a look to him and asked what was going to happen next. He waved his hand gently, indicating that he would wait and see what happens.
Wait and see.
This made Yuchu and Yang Yanrong really understand each other. They could understand what the other was thinking with every movement and look.
After the old man had eaten and drank enough, without saying thanks, he took out the pipe from his waist, filled it with tobacco leaves, took out the flint, and sat cross-legged on the ground. When he was about to strike the flint, Yang Yanrong came up and said with a smile: "Old man
, let me, the junior, light your cigarettes."
"Hmm! Haha, not bad!" the old man said, handing the flint into Yang Yanrong's hand. Unexpectedly, Yang Yanrong didn't even look at the flint and threw it aside. The old man's eyes widened and he was about to scold him, but he saw
The smiling boy made a soft sound in his hand, and a snow-white flame burst out from his hand.
The old man had never seen such a battle before. He was so surprised that he almost jumped up.