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Volume 8 The Legend of Chu Liuxiang Chapter 624 The Noodle Eater

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    He's not here to eat noodles, he's here to cause trouble.

    But there was no expression of surprise on the faces of the couple selling noodles. They just asked lightly: "Are you capable of eating it?"

    "I'll give it a try," the man in Tsing Yi said calmly, "I'll give it a try."

    Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and a three-foot green-edged venomous snake stabbed out from the hand of the man in green. Like a venomous snake, it stabbed the dull-looking noodle stall owner in the heart. The attack was faster and more venomous than the venomous snake.

    The noodle stall owner turned around and used a large bamboo chopstick to pick up noodles as an acupuncture point, diagonally tapping the Jianjing point of the man in blue.

    The man in green flicked his wrist, and the cold light became more intense. The tip of the sword had already pierced the noodle stall owner's heart, but it made a "ding" sound, as if it was pierced on an iron plate.  ===Fights to Break the Sphere comic chuicuime/cx16/===.

    The sword light flashed again, and the Qingfeng was sheathed. The man in Tsing Yi stopped chasing and just looked at the couple with a very calm attitude.

    The landlady smiled, and her face, which was originally ordinary and ugly, turned out to be very charming and charming when she smiled.

    "Okay, good swordsmanship." She moved a chair in the bamboo shed, "Please sit down and eat some noodles."

    The man in Tsing Yi sat down silently, and a bowl of steaming noodles was quickly delivered to him.

    There was no cabbage, shredded pork, hoof flakes, or even noodles in the noodle bowl, but there was a pearl about the same size as a longan.

    This small noodle stall in this shabby alley actually sells this kind of noodles. There are not many people who have the ability to eat this kind of noodles, but this person is not the only one.

    Hu Tiehua was the second one. He also walked to the noodle stall and asked for noodles. There were three bowls of noodles, three big bowls, also one bowl of golden flowers, one bowl of silver flowers, and one bowl of pearl flowers.

    The boss also wanted to test whether he could eat it, and then Hu Tiehua's crutch stopped in front of his throat.

    Although it was just a wooden stick picked up anywhere, no one doubted that Hu Tiehua could easily pierce the boss's throat with it.

    The boss even changed his face, but the wife of the boss smiled happily. She naturally gave Hu Tiehua a bowl of noodles. There was no noodles in it, but there was a pearl in it.

    Hu Tiehua did not pick up the pearl, but said: "Although this thing is good, it doesn't make me hungry. Bring me three bowls of noodles. I want real noodles, cabbage, shredded pork, and hoof flakes. Put more."  I'm hungry."

    His stomach growled again in a cooperative manner. The boss, boss Nian, and the man in Tsing Yi with a sickly face were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

    Of course Hu Tiehua ate the noodles he wanted, and after two large bowls of noodles, Hu Tiehua had a rare feeling that this ordinary noodles was so delicious at this time.

    "Hehe, it smells so good. From the look on his face, I'm hungry too. Yunmeng, how about we go have a bowl of noodles too?"

    When Hu Tiehua was eating, two people, a man and a woman, suddenly appeared in the alley, walking over as if they were taking a walk.

    Hu Tiehua raised his head and glanced at the two people, but with this glance, he couldn't move his eyes away.  Also attracted by these two people were the boss, his wife, and the man in green.

    That man looked very ordinary, nothing weird at all. He was the kind of man you wouldn¡¯t find in a crowd. The only thing that was special was his eyes, which were as clear as water and as bright as stars.  The woman wore a pale golden mask that covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes, bright red lips, and snow-white chin exposed.

    They are wearing black clothes, which is the color of night, as black as ink, without any light. In the world of martial arts, such clothes have a special name, called night clothes, which means that in the dark and windy night, those people  The kind you wear.

    They all wore swords. The sword the man wore was very ordinary. It was an ordinary long sword that cost dozens of taels of silver. It could be bought in ordinary weapons shops.  The woman's sword is an ancient sword. The scabbard is wider and thicker than ordinary swords, and the hilt is wrapped with strips of black cloth.

    What really caught the attention of Hu Tiehua and the others was that the two of them were actually doing it!  It was raining, and these two people had obviously been walking for a while, but there was no trace of rain or mud from top to bottom, on their heads, faces, bodies, and even on their shoes!

    "One feather cannot be added, and flies cannot fall!"

    Although it was at night and the two of them were wearing black, the phenomenon was not obvious, but among the four people at this noodle stall, none of them were skilled in martial arts and had good eyesight.

    Especially, they could feel that there was a faint murderous aura in these two people, as if they had returned from killing in the Shura Field and had not yet washed away the blood on their bodies.

     "Two bowls of noodles, more noodles, beef, dried tofu and braised eggs." The two people sat down at the table beside Hu Tie's lace and said.

    The boss shivered and reached out to touch the chopsticks, but his foot was stepped on by the lady boss.

    "Okay, please wait a moment. Your face will be here soon."

    Although the landlady¡¯s voice was full of smiles, she couldn¡¯t help but wipe the cold sweat from her forehead as she spoke.

    The noodles came quickly, and they were covered with jiaotou. The hands of the landlady serving the noodles were even a little trembling.

    The men and women in black, or the couple in black, began to eat noodles. They did not eat quickly, chewed slowly, and seemed to enjoy the process of eating noodles. The feeling they gave people changed. If it was not a rainy day, when they came from outside, they would give people a different feeling.  The kind of shock it brings.  They look like two ordinary people now.

    But they were not the last customers, not even the second to last batch. There were more people coming to this noodle stall today than on any other day.

    "I want three bowls of noodles, one bowl of golden flowers, one bowl of silver flowers, and one bowl of pearl flowers."

    This time the visitor is a young man who seems to be well-behaved and wants to eat three bowls of noodles.  After hearing his words, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed couple. They looked at each other but did not speak. However, the tacit understanding and eye contact made each other understand what the other meant.

    Like the man in Tsing Yi, the boss also opened his mouth to test whether he can "eat it."

    So this young man drew his sword. Although his swordsmanship was as regular as his own, it was absolutely fast, accurate and effective. Moreover, the sword moves were continuous. When a sword is fired, there must be three consecutive strikes. There can be no more.  There will never be less. With a flash of sword light and three "ding, ding, ding" sounds, the boss's chest has been hit three times by a sword. The regular swordsmanship used by this well-behaved man is far faster than anyone imagined.  three times.

    The boss even changed his expression, but the wife of the boss smiled brightly. When the young man saw her smile, there was something in his eyes that a man of his kind should not have, and the wife of the boss smiled even more charmingly.

    But before the young man could put his sword into its sheath, a deep chill came from outside the shed. At some point in the rain, a one-armed man in black stood with a black bamboo pole slung across his back, holding an old hat.  The bamboo hat was lowered under his eyebrows, with only half of his left eye exposed. He stared at the young man like an awl and asked word by word: "Are you a disciple of Tie Jian Fangzheng?" "Yes."

    "Then come here."

    "Why do you want me to go there? What are you going to do?"

    "Come here and let me kill you."

    Dou Yi suddenly flew up and flew into the darkness in the distance. The dim light illuminated the face of the one-armed man. It was a face with striations like a butcher's butcher's butcher's case. There was also a "X" shape on his right eye.  The scar completely sealed this eye like an iron shackle, but it made the cold light in his other eye even worse.  Cold sweat broke out on the palm of the young man's sword, as he remembered who this person was.

    He could also tell what kind of sword technique the "cross" shaped scar was left on.

    The one-armed man had stretched out a big, bony, raised hand and used his backhand to hit the dark bamboo pole behind his shoulder.

    But the landlady suddenly crossed over and spread her face in front of him. She wrapped her soft arms around his neck like a snake, stood up on her tiptoes, and put her two soft lips on his ears, gently kissing him.  She said: "You can't touch him now. He is someone I specially found, and he is a very useful person. When this matter is done, you can do whatever you want to him. He can't run away anyway."  He said softly, "I can't run away either."

    Her voice and attitude were like a lover's whisper, as if she regarded her husband as a dead person. The owner of the noodle stall actually didn't seem to see anything at all.

    The one-armed man stared at her, suddenly grabbed her by the skirt of her clothes, picked her up like a chicken, carried her past the noodle stall, then slowly put her down, and then said one by one: "I  I want noodles, three bowls. Three big bowls."

    "Aunt Hua is still the same, sick man Huang, black bamboo pole. That young man should be Fang Zheng's disciple. Well, Black bamboo pole's left hand was cut off by Fang Zheng, but who are the couple in black? I haven't been out of the world for seven years.  You don¡¯t even know such a master anymore? Also, what kind of person deserves so many people?¡±

    Hu Tiehua's eyes flickered between several people. He didn't stare at anyone. No killer likes to be stared at by others. Those who don't understand this have already paid their price. Maybe this price is  Their lives.
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