The old man stretched his neck and stared at Xiao Hei, while Xiao Hei rolled his dog eyes at the old man.
What did the old man just say? This drunk spare ribs was eaten by a dog, is it reckless? Is it a waste
Xiao Hei immediately became unhappy, why can't dogs eat drunk ribs? What's wrong with the dog, you old man
So Xiao Hei grinned fiercely at the old man, with shreds of drunk pork ribs still stuck between his teeth...
"Hehe, this dog is so funny, why are you baring your teeth? I can't bite the old man?" The old man shook the fan made of some spirit animal feathers in his hand, and suddenly laughed freely.
"Hey, it's a pity that the drunken ribs are gone." The old man looked at Xiao Hei's bowl of drunken ribs that had been almost finished, sighed lightly, and turned to leave.
But at the moment when he turned around, a huge pressure suddenly fell on the old man. The steps that the old man just took suddenly softened, and the whole person almost knelt on the ground.
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked around in disbelief. This terrifying coercion... almost made his soul tremble. He is a long-established seventh-rank battle saint, and he almost knelt at the door of this small shop.
If he really knelt down, it would be an embarrassment.
Xiao Hei stretched out his tongue and licked his small and exquisite dog paw, snorted, then raised the dog paw and waved it lightly towards the old man.
The old man didn't know what happened at all, his back was facing Xiao Hei at the moment, and he didn't know where the pressure that seemed to gather from all directions came from.
boom! !
The old man's face that was full of ravines trembled, his whole body seemed to be crushed by a big mountain, and with a bang, he fell on the ground, as if deeply embedded in it...
I go! what's the situation! What the hell is going on here
The old man raised his dusty head, with a dazed expression on his face. He really didn't know what happened, but somehow he was forced to lie on the ground by invisible coercion. Should he be so weak? Has he offended anyone? If you have the ability, what the hell... come out and fight!
The old man wanted to cry but had no tears. The fairy-tale temperament he had created with great difficulty was destroyed in this way.
A look of arrogance flashed across the little black dog's eyes, and he licked the dog's paw with his tongue again. He dared to speak ill of Mr. Dog in front of you. You wouldn't even know Mr. Dog's surname was black unless you were taught a lesson!
Afterwards, Xiao Hei continued to gnaw on the porcelain plate in front of him and ate all the drunk ribs in a short while.
The old man got up from the ground in a dusty state, with an ugly face as if he was constipated. This small shop is poisonous... Could it be that there are supreme powers sitting in the town? But I didn't say anything bad just now, did I? It’s just that it’s a waste to feed drunk ribs to dogs…
dog... huh? dog
The old man seemed to have remembered something, turned his head suspiciously, and glanced at the black dog wagging its tail and continuing to lick the drunk ribs...
The more the old man looked, the narrower his eyes became. He didn't look at the black dog carefully before, but now after careful observation and perception, he felt a very terrifying breath slowly flowing on the big black dog.
This dog... is not an ordinary dog!
He glanced at the big black dog with some apprehension, and the old man turned around and stepped into the small shop.
As soon as he entered the small shop, the strong aroma of vegetables in the shop wafted into the mouth and nose of the old man in an instant, making the old man tremble all over.
"Smells so good! Such a scent... I haven't smelled it for many years!" The old man said with a full face of astonishment, his ashen head resting on his face.
Ouyang Xiaoyi walked up to the old man pretty and asked, "Grandpa, what do you want to eat? Fangfang's shop has always been operating with integrity, and the price is reasonable. You can take a look." The recipe behind you, and then tell me what to eat."
The old man was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at the recipe. It didn't matter if he didn't read it, but after looking at it, the old man's expression became funny again.
"As a ghost chef, I don't dare to sell the dishes at such a high price. This small shop... dares to put such a terrible price?! And the price is reasonable, no one cheats?" The old man was dumbfounded, unbelievable, any first time Anyone who sees this recipe will be shocked by the terrible price on the recipe.
"You little girl is not authentic, you still pay a reasonable price like this, no deception?" The old man said dissatisfied.
"The price is very reasonable. Even with this high price, don't everyone enjoy eating?" Ouyang Xiaoyi said.
The old man froze for a moment, looked at Fatty Jin and the others who were feasting, and his expression suddenly became a little weird. He just looked at the price of drunk pork ribs, a plate of drunk pork ribs, fifty yuan crystal...
A dog just ate a dish of fifty yuan crystals.
The old man always feels that stepping into the small shop seems to have started the series of people are not as good as dogs...
"Give this old man some drunken pork ribs." The old man thought for a while, and finally ordered a drunken pork ribs. In fact, the first dish he saw was drunken pork ribs, and he had already been captured by the aroma, so he If you want to have a good taste of this drunk pork ribs, so what if it is fifty yuan crystals
As a ghost cook, the old man is not short of money.
"You sit down first." Ouyang Xiaoyi said, then turned around, came to the window of the kitchen, and called to Bu Fang, order some drunk pork ribs.
Bu Fang nodded and continued cooking the dishes in his hand.
The old man looked at the environment in the small shop. This environment was completely different from the restaurant he built in Qingyang Town. The former had a winding path leading to a secluded atmosphere, and the latter had a mysterious atmosphere because the customers he received were all enthusiastic adventurers. There is no similarity at all.
"This is?!" The old man's gaze focused again, because he seemed to have seen something extraordinary.
After taking a few quick steps, the old man came to the place where the khaki flowerpot was, and squatted in front of the flowerpot, his face full of solemnity and solemnity.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the young leaves on the branch exuded a faint spiritual energy, which made the old man intoxicated involuntarily.
"This... is this the five-pattern enlightenment tree? But... Didn't Awei say that the owner of the shop just got this reward? What's the situation with the branches of the five-pattern enlightenment tree?" Can't understand this world.
A few days ago, Boss Bu got the seeds of the Enlightenment Tree, but it has only been in the ugly flowerpot for a few days, and a seed breaks out of the cocoon and develops into a branch. Tender leaves densely covered with five-pattern spiritual network.
"He... he actually planted the five-pattern Enlightenment Tree alive? The boss... who the hell is this step!"
The old man was already so shocked that there was nothing to add, he suddenly wanted to see Shang Bu Fang.
"The survival of the five-pattern Enlightenment Tree is no small matter. Emperor Changfeng has obtained the seeds of this spirit tree for many years. He has picked and cultivated the seeds for so many years, but he has not seen any sprouts. Now, Bu Fang has only planted them in the small shop for a few days. In time, the new and tender five-pattern enlightenment leaf will break through the ground."
The old man took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. If the name Wuwen Enlightenment Tree is spread, the small shop may stand on the cusp of the storm all at once.
And this time it will be even more dangerous.
The five-line enlightenment fruit tree will bear fruit. This five-line enlightenment fruit is not comparable to the ordinary three-line enlightenment fruit. Once you eat the enlightenment fruit, you have a great chance to gain enlightenment.
In particular, when the Five-pattern Enlightenment Tree is growing, it will exude a mysterious aura anytime and anywhere, and it will be easier for people to break through if they are shrouded in that mysterious aura.
So almost all the monks are very clear about how precious the five-pattern enlightenment fruit is.
To give a simple example, the five-pattern enlightenment fruit is a terrible elixir that can help the seventh-rank war saint touch the barrier of the eighth-rank war god. If nothing else, it can only help the seventh-rank war saint touch the eighth-rank barrier. This five-line enlightenment fruit will make many people crazy.
Looking at the Enlightenment Fruit Tree at this moment, the old man even felt a hint of greed in his heart.
He is also a seventh-rank battle saint, and he is also very eager to touch the barrier of the eighth-rank...
How many seventh-rank war saints are there in the entire continent... How many war saints are stuck between the seventh-rank and eighth-rank. At this time, a five-pattern enlightenment fruit will almost give them a sense of hope that they will be saved from desperation. This will naturally attract the coveting of many strong people.
"In a small shop in the imperial capital, there is actually a living five-grain Enlightenment Tree... Everyone is innocent, but he is guilty of conceiving a jade. I am afraid that this small shop will soon cease to exist." The old man murmured.
After Bu Fang cooked the drunk pork ribs, he wiped off the water stains in his hands, and slowly walked out of the kitchen, just in time to see the old man in gray robe squatting in front of the khaki flower pot, staring at the little sprout in a daze.
This made him stunned for a moment.
This old man... staring at the future greening of the small shop in a daze seems to be what's going on? Does this old man know the variety of this tender bud
Bu Fang has always been curious about the species of this small tree, if the old man can know, Bu Fang can ask.