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- Chapter 55 Opportunity
Xiao Yuesheng took a few bites, put down the silver chopsticks, frowned, and looked unhappy.
These six signature dishes look good in color and aroma, but the taste is really average and far inferior to Ma Chunhua's cooking skills.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of his eldest disciple.
Ma Chunhua, who was far away in Tianchi, was also in a daze, thinking about her master in the distance.
She sat on the edge of the Tianchi Lake, looking at the clear mirror surface of the Tianchi Lake, reflecting her flower-like face. Her face was full of melancholy, her bright eyes were blurred, and she was lost in confusion.
At this moment, Master is nowhere to be found. Has he returned to the Taoist temple? According to his footsteps, if nothing unexpected happens, he has already arrived.
Without him by his side, he would not know whether his food was delicious, whether his sleep was stable, or whether he would starve himself.
Master is good at everything, but he is too picky about eating. If something doesn't taste right, he will throw down his chopsticks and stop eating.
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If this happens, before you know it, he will not eat for a long time.
Thinking of this, Ma Chunhua came back to her senses, feeling anxious, and looked towards the south, as if she was going to see the master through many obstacles.
"Hey, little girl, come on, come on!" Yuan Shixiao shouted loudly, looking at the grassy lawn and waving.
Ma Chunhua said lazily and without energy: "Old man, I don't want to move."
"Come here! Come here!" Yuan Shixiao shouted, hopping on his feet and said: "I'm not competing with you, let's go pick snow lotus for fun!"
"I don't want to go" Ma Chunhua said lazily. She felt that the world was bleak, and everything she did was boring and she couldn't cheer up.
Yuan Shixiao swayed three times, performed Qinggong, and came to her. He opened his eyes wide and stared at her, and said angrily: "You little girl, you are so disobedient!"
Ma Chunhua smiled helplessly and said lazily: "Old man, I don't know what's wrong. I just don't want to move. I just want to sit."
Yuan Shixiao looked at her and suddenly let out a burst of laughter, with a strange look on his face.
Ma Chunhua blushed and became slightly hot when he saw him, and said hurriedly: "Old man, what's the matter, are you looking at me like this?!"
"I know, old man!" Yuan Shixiao chuckled.
Ma Chunhua said: "What do you know?"
"The old man knows why you are like this!" Yuan Shixiao smiled mysteriously and looked her up and down again.
"Why?" Ma Chunhua asked curiously.
Yuan Shixiao chuckled and said, "Do you have a sweetheart?"
"How can there be?!That's all nonsense!" Ma Chunhua shook her head immediately, laughed out loud, and gave Yuan Shixiao a disdainful look.
"You look like this, you are clearly lovesick!" Yuan Shixiao touched his chin, frowned, looked up and down, shook his head and said: "Old man, I have lived half my life, but I still have some good eyesight!"
Ma Chunhua shook her head and laughed. She forced herself to cheer up, clapped her hands and said, "I won't tell you anymore! Let's just have a fight!"
She didn¡¯t take Yuan Shixiao¡¯s words seriously. They were just talking nonsense. She was thinking about her master, so she didn¡¯t have a sweetheart!
It seems that when people get old, they really become confused, and Mr. Yuan, who is so skilled in martial arts, is no exception.
Thinking of this, she felt pity. The old man was alone and living here. Although the scenery was picturesque, he was inevitably lonely.
Yuan Shixiao perked up and said hurriedly: "Okay! Let's fight for one fight, the old man is afraid that you won't succeed!"
After saying that, the two men immediately started fighting, ping-ping-pong-pong, punching and palming, and it was a joy. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.
Chen Jialuo and Huo Qingtong appeared. From a distance, they saw an old man and a young man fighting fiercely. They looked at each other and smiled softly.
Xiao Yuesheng picked up the silver chopsticks again and turned over the red simmered meat. The meat was fragrant. The aroma was very slanderous, but the heat was a bit too high, which made him quite dissatisfied.
Yin Chu poked the braised venison again and shook his head. The heat was a bit old and it lost its smoothness and tenderness. He shook his head and sighed, if spring flowers were here, why would it be like this!
While I was thinking about it, I suddenly raised my head, glanced in front of me, and frowned slightly.
There were two people standing opposite, one old and one young. The old man was slim and slender, with three strands of clear beard under his chin, and slender eyebrows. Although he was old, he still had a graceful air. He must have been a rare beauty when he was young. man.
Next to the old man, there is a handsome young man, with a face as if it has been powdered, a mouth painted with elixir, and a nose as if it is hanging from gallbladder. He is really rare and handsome.
He is about 11 years old, and his appearance and expression are similar to those of the old man.There is a vague resemblance to him, he must be his junior.
Both of them wore three-foot-long swords at their waists. The scabbards were simple and the hilts were wrapped with purple silk ribbon to prevent their palms from getting sweaty.
Xiao Yuesheng heard people whispering in his ears: "It seems to be someone from the Ziyang Sect!"
"Well, looking at the swords they carry, they should be from the Ziyang Sect!"
"He should be here to compete for the leadership!" "Hush, be quiet, don't let him hear him and cause trouble for you!"
"Hehe, the current Ziyang Sword Sect is not as majestic as it used to be. It is no longer good enough. It doesn't dare to be so arrogant!"
"Young hero, please come!" The old man smiled slightly, fisted at Xiao Yuesheng, and showed a flash of white teeth.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and clasped his fists.
The young man next to the old man frowned, his eyes flashed, and he was angry in his heart. This boy has such a big air that he can't even move his butt.
However, the old man smiled kindly, held his fists in his hands, and said with a smile: "Young hero, can you make it easier and take two seats?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down."
"Thank you, thank you!" The old man cupped his fists, sat down, and said with a smile: "Huaming Tower was not so lively before!"
"Grandpa, when have you been here?" The handsome young man sat down and raised his head and asked.
The old man stroked his three strands of clear beard and looked into the distance. He looked out of the window, his eyes gradually drifted away, and he looked toward the sky. He seemed to have lost focus, and said with emotion: "It's been more than forty years!"
"Oh, grandpa, you haven't started teaching yet?" the handsome young man suddenly said.
The old man nodded, sighed, and said: "At that time, our Ziyang Sword Sect was unparalleled, and we deserved to be the number one sect in Huainan!"
"Grandpa, when did that happen! The so-called thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, how can there be an everlasting sect?" The handsome young man disagreed and shook his head.
The old man¡¯s face suddenly sank, he glared at him and hummed: ¡°Nonsense, Shaolin Sect, Wudang Sect, why are they so bad?¡±
"Yes, yes, I made a mistake." The handsome young man hurriedly begged for mercy, his face full of helplessness.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled secretly. This young man must have been spoiled to be able to talk to his grandfather so casually.
But he was also sure that these two people were indeed from the Ziyang Sword Sect.
Four more dishes were served, and the waiter came over in a hurry. While serving the dishes, he smiled flatteringly at Xiao Yuesheng, but ignored the other two.
The young man was very unhappy. He glanced at the waiter, snorted softly, raised his eyebrows, but in the end he held back and just turned his head away.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head secretly. He was young and energetic, and it was inevitable for everyone in the world to be like this.
The old man smiled at Xiao Yuesheng, picked up the silver chopsticks, pointed at the four steaming dishes in front of him, and said, "Young hero, why don't we come together?"
" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and showed a smile. He had a good impression of this old man. It was rare for him to be so humble. Even with his grandson, he would not use his status to pressure others.
"Okay, you're welcome!" The old man nodded and started eating without forcing himself.
The grandfather and grandson were like wind and clouds. In the blink of an eye, the four dishes reached the bottom of the plate. They were as fast as holding the plate and pouring the dishes directly into their stomachs.
" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and laughed. He was quite envious. The six dishes in front of him were not touched a few times and were about to get cold.
"If it's okay, help me eat these." Xiao Yuesheng pointed with silver chopsticks and said warmly.
The old man hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, thank you."
He put down the silver chopsticks and said with a smile: "My grandson and I traveled all night, and we were so hungry that we made the young hero laugh."
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled.
The young man had always been quite dissatisfied with Xiao Yuesheng. He felt that he was arrogant, as if he was the king of heaven, and his own grandfather seemed to be a head shorter in front of him.
He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, snorted softly, and turned away.
The old man hurriedly turned his head, glared at him, turned to Xiao Yuesheng and clasped his fists, saying: "I'm sorry for bothering you, young hero. I'll go ahead and say goodbye!"
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "No need to be polite, please¡ª¡ª!"
The old man chuckled and nodded, got up and went to the counter to check out. He led the handsome young man out of Huaming Building and disappeared into the sea of ??people.
The discussion started loudly, and the surrounding voices were loud and buzzing, like hundreds of bees flying overhead.
Xiao Yuesheng listened attentively and heard the sound of discussion.
"Do you know who that is? One of the Three Purple Sun Swords of the year, the Scholar Sword Zhang Yiming!"
"Three Purple Yang Swords?"someone asked.
"The Ziyang Three Swords were all-powerful back then. The Three Swords once fought against Zhang Zhaozhong, the master of the Wudang Sect, Firehand Judge, and they were on par with each other!"
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