In the middle of the night, outside the factory gate in the suburbs, in the damp and gloomy alley, the wanton noodle stall was still lit with gazi lights, red oil tea eggs, wanton noodles, and a dish of vinegar mixed beet shreds. Adding a bottle of cheap beer is a satisfying meal. A few night shift workers just got up and checked out and left. With a gloomy look, the gray-haired noodle stall owner crouched and sat under the light, beckoning them to put the money in the box and then find the change by themselves.
The place where Bai Qi encountered He Dong was in the alley. When he left, He Dong told him that he would wait at this stall for two hours.
Why did he just hurt Baiqi? Why did you stay and wait for these two hours
Li Muye came to the wonton noodle stall with doubts. On a table were the three treasures that had been lost in vain, and the middle-aged man with short hair and thin hair was sitting there, eating his noodles. A stick was placed beside him, black and slender, slightly curved, like a poisonous snake.
"Please sit down!" He Dong looked up at Li Muye and said, "Would you like a bowl?"
"I'm not here to eat noodles." Li Muye didn't like the calmness of the servant pretending to be mysterious and unrestrained, so he walked over and pressed his hand on the three treasures.
He Dong didn't say anything, and said: "It's a pity, the taste of this noodle is good, although the chicken soup is not as good as your Japanese insect master's method."
Li Muye said: "You lead me to come, I am here, what do you want, you might as well just point it, or I should go."
He Dong sighed softly and said, "It's really impatient."
Li Muye said: "I just don't like to chat with people who pretend to be forced. Your routine lacks sincerity." Picking up the Sambo, turned around and left.
He Dong followed, and the two of them walked into the depths of the dark alley.
"You can take things away, but people must talk to me!" He Dong strode to catch up and said softly.
Li Muye said: "I took things with my ability. If you want me to talk to you, I have to use my skills!"
He Dongdao: "Li Muye, if you don't follow the rules, you are not afraid of going back and having no way to explain?"
Without answering Li Muye asked, "What price did Bai Wuxia sell Laozi?"
He Dongdao: "Hall Master Bai hopes that the Mississippi River will flood for a few days after the rainy season." Then he asked, "What? Hall Master Bai didn't tell you?"
Bai Wuxia did not say anything, but Li Muye had actually guessed that this matter was related to her. From when Bai Qi was attacked and injured, to this lady who deliberately talked about the things that happened in the world, especially when he introduced Xunlongmen in detail, Bai Wuxia once told him not to kill him against He Dong, which is even more important. It's not in line with her always domineering and decisive style. Li Muye had vaguely doubted at that time. By the time He Dong was waiting here, Sanbao Ju was completely certain that Bai Wuxia had arranged this matter.
"She is afraid that I will not give her face on the spot." Li Muye said: "I took things away. If you want to keep me and talk to you, it's useless to move out of Bai Wuxia. In the end, you have to rely on your ability."
He Dong stopped talking and leaned forward, holding the stick in his left hand and the hilt of the stick in his right hand, locking onto Brother Xiaoye with his aura.
Li Muye held the Three Treasures in one hand, with his right hand behind him, and calmly said: "Drawing a sword is easier and harder to collect it. Let me remind you that once I take a shot, I don't know what holding hands is. You can think clearly before you do it."
He Dong held the sword in his hand, the blue veins bulging, he stared at Li Muye with good eyes, always looking for a chance to shoot. Li Muye's breath was gentle and even, and the rhythm was not within the momentum of his painstaking efforts. After facing off for a few minutes, he couldn't find a chance at all.
"Meng Qingfu gave me one million a month. I have no reason not to even dare to pull out the sword." He Dong gritted his teeth.
Li Muye said: "You do not have the upper hand in physical strength or spirit, so you can barely draw your sword and you will die!"
He Dongdao: "There is a word from Hall Master Bai as a talisman, I don't believe you dare to kill me!"
The sky was beautiful, the clouds were overcast, and it suddenly began to rain.
A sword light lit up!
Ding!
A steel ball hits the blade accurately.
Li Muye followed the steel ball and the shaken sword to He Dongjin, and punched him on the bridge of the nose.
The sound of broken bones entered his ears, and He Dong's nose soared blood, and the moment he turned and leaned back, he stabbed him like a sword poisonous snake in his hand.
In this case, this sword can still be pierced. This man is worthy of the name of a contemporary kendo master. Li Muye gave up the pursuit, floated and then withdrew a step.
He Dong's sword has been sheathed, his sword does not have a blade, only the sharpest thorn, hiding the blade in the sheath is the most threatening.
"Do you still want to try to stab the second sword?" Li Muye looked at his left hand on the hilt and said, "It seems that you have more confidence in your left hand sword?"
He Dong shook his head and said, "You have made things complicated, so I have more confidence in the gun in my right hand."
"It's a coincidence, so am I." Li Muye suddenly raised his hand when He Dong turned his wrist and flashed his pistol, and the universal pistol in his sleeve slammed first, hitting He Dong's right wrist with a bang!
He Dong's pistol landed, and Li Muye ejected an invisible head-cut flying chain.
"Please be merciful!" An old voice came from behind in the dark, and said hurriedly: "He Dong, don't move!"
Without looking back, Li Muye praised: "Good eyesight!"
The master of the old voice laughed and said: "It's better than Mr. Li. The unique skill of cutting the head and flying chain has been lost for many years, and you can't expect it to be practiced by you."
"It's just familiar with your hands. It's the same thing to cook well with your wonton noodles." Li Muye said: "If you do one thing countless times, fools will master some skills."
"Smart people are the most terrible to work like fools." The old voice came from the noodle shop owner, and he sighed and said, "It's a pity that few smart people can understand such a simple truth, and they have let their talents down for nothing."
He Dong said ashamed: "Uncle Master, I was wrong."
The noodle stall owner said: "It's not too late to know that you are wrong."
Li Muye said, "Are you here to talk to me about buying and selling, or to teach my nephew?"
The noodle stall owner coughed a few times and said, "It depends on whether you want to talk or kill."
There was only a single voice between the heaven and the earth in the night rain.
Li Muye felt like a thorn on his back at the moment. The stall owner was hiding in the dark, and the whole person seemed invisible. Brother Xiaoye tried to sense and lock him many times, but found that this person seemed to move his position every time he said a word. Pistols and steel balls are afraid to shoot easily.
"Old sir, listen to the voice, your age should not be young anymore."
"A hundred years old is a demon, easy to be jealous of the sky, and the old man spends his ninety-ninth birthday eight times."
Li Muye was surprised secretly. After his ninety-ninth birthday eight times, this old ghost is actually one hundred and seven years old
"Why are you still rolling in the dust at such an age?"
"There are still elders in the teacher's door, and they have to come out and show their faces." The noodle stall owner said: "Mr. Li, is the old man qualified to talk to you about business?"
Li Muye flexed his fingers, cutting his head and flying chain away from He Dong's neck, and said, "I don't know what business the old man wants to discuss with me?"
The noodle stall owner said, "Old Chang Nan, please come to my shed to speak."
Xunlongmen people do not have the concept of a family, a country, and a world. If they have no family, they have no surname. For the convenience of walking around the rivers and lakes, those who often spend time in the Yangtze River have their surnames, and those who dig dragon mud in the Yellow River have their surnames. The names are often simple, the southeast and northwest, spring, summer, autumn and winter rain, come easily and unremarkably.
Under the shed, Li Muye sat opposite the owner of the noodle stall, and He Dong stood behind Chang Nan.
"What business does the old man want to discuss with me?"
Chang Nan said: "Big business, the old man wants to ask Mr. Li for help to rescue a person in a secret realm. As long as I can succeed, I will definitely have a generous thank you when I look for the Dragon Gate."
Li Muye said, "The experts in the Dragon Gate come out in large numbers, but there is no way to enter this place to bring people out?"
Chang Nandao: "Not long ago, Hall Master Bai personally led the Baiyuntang elite to go there, but he couldn't bring people out."
Li Muye said, "Why can you do something that she can't even do for me?"
Chang Nandao: "There are many things in this world that can't be done with power alone. Taken together, your strength, wisdom, resilience and objective conditions, your chances of success are much greater than that of Hall Master Bai."
Li Muye smiled and asked, "On what basis did Mr. Chang make his judgment?"
"Just as you can force me to take the initiative and sit in front of me at the moment." Chang Nan said: "I have an agreement with Hall Master Bai. She deliberately didn't tell the game tonight. It's all on your own judgment. With a decision, you really did not disappoint us."
He Dong asked: "Mr. Li, I really want to know why you refused to talk to me in the first place?"
"It's very simple. You are not qualified to reach any agreement with Bai Wuxia." Li Muye said: "I have no reason to waste time with someone who can't be the master. I want to invite someone who can be the master. The simplest and most direct way is The way is to knock you down."
Chang Nan joined his hands and praised him, saying: "Hall Master Bai really recommended an amazing person, Mr. Li, I think we can continue talking."
Li Muye said, "I don't think so. Your old gentleman is satisfied with me, but I still don't know what you are going to use to impress me?"
Chang Nan said: "We dare not say anything else about looking for the dragon gate. If we want to say baby, it is more valuable than the three items in your hand. Dare to say that the vehicle is worthy of the battle."
With the beautiful mountains and rivers and the surging world, if you ask where is the richest in the world, there are bound to be different opinions and opinions. The imperial capital, the imperial city, condenses the wealth of the world, and the powerful ministers are in charge of the source of wealth in the world. Each has its own wealth and its own limitations. If this question is asked by an expert from outside the world, he will definitely get an unexpected answer. The richest place in the world is under the water. There have been ten treasures and seven out of water in the arena since ancient times.
The world's water systems are complicated, and let alone the small ones, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, from Kunlun, meander all the way and stretch for thousands of miles. No one can count how many treasures there are at the bottom of the river. No one knows how many unparalleled heroes died in the Eternal Waterway, Zeguo Water Mansion. The gold and silver vulgar objects are not counted, but the natural treasures such as the Qingling Baoyu, the strange clam pearl, and the dragon scale paste are enough to be worth the wealth of the world.
However, the bottom of the water is a vast ocean, and people are not fish and turtles, and ordinary people are often unable to find out even if they want to find out. But since the genius and the earth are fertile and the treasures are nurtured, they must be seen by those who know the treasures, so as not to lose the original bounty of the creator, so there is a dragon-seeking gate.
Chang Nan dared to boast about going to Haikou, and he naturally had the confidence to impress Li Muye, saying: "The old man heard that Mr. Li has a young wife and two brothers and sisters, but there is no holiday. Iraq has a sense of body, and he needs a genius and a classic talent. Continue your life... ”
Hearing this, Li Muye waved his hand to interrupt him, and sighed: "The old gentleman has done enough homework, and Li Mou is reluctant to deal with it. Please tell me, where do I need to go and who will be rescued?" (End of this chapter) )