The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The waiter brought two bowls of noodles and placed them in front of Li Muchen and Lin Manqing.

Lin Manqing ordered skin belly noodles, and the strong aroma overflowed, entering people's noses like a thief, and penetrated into the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

The little monk twisted his nose and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

The old monk said: "Don't look or smell. Your face is in your heart. If you smell what's outside, what's in your heart will run away."

The young monk said: "Master, let's go beg for alms."

"What kind of fate can we change? We have all returned to secular life and there is no chance to change it."

"Then we have no money, what will we do in the future?"

"You are still young and you have the strength to make money."

"What about you, Master?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you to earn money to support me."

The little monk remained silent, not sure whether he was thinking about something or because he was afraid that the face in his heart or the beauty would run away.

At this time, two more people came in, one old and one young, but their clothes were much more gorgeous. The old man wore a dark Tang suit with gold trim and silver threads, which was elegant and noble.

The young man was wearing fashionable clothes and carrying a long and thin leather package.

Li Muchen could tell at a glance that the bag contained swords, and they were two good swords.

Recently, martial arts people gathered in Zhumen Town. Not to mention carrying swords in special leather bags, there were also quite a few people holding swords. The people in the town were not surprised.

When the two people came in, there were no empty tables in the store.

The waiter brought them to the corner, and then went to collect the bowls from the two monks' tables.

The old monk said: "Hey, wait a minute, I haven't finished eating yet."

The waiter said: "Your bowl is almost empty, how long do you want to eat? I just ordered two bowls of vegetable noodles and plan to eat them as the sun sets?"

"I bought it with money, so it's a waste if I don't finish it."

The old monk held the bowl and moved it aside as if he was afraid of being robbed.

In fact, this table has three seats facing each other and can seat six people.

The monk moved aside so that the old man and the young man could sit down.

The waiter curled his lips and said helplessly: "You two, why don't you share a table first?"

The young man in colorful clothes seemed very impatient. He glanced at the two monks, frowned and said, "They are so dirty. I won't share the same table with them. Let them go. We want a separate table."

The waiter said with some embarrassment: "They should finish eating soon, please sit down first."

"Fart, these two people smell so bad, who can sit down? Either let them go, or find me another table." The young man said angrily.

The waiter became a little angry when he heard what he said, and said: "I run a restaurant, not a brothel, and I have to pick and choose where to sit. It's like this in every restaurant in Zhumen Town these days. If you want to be clean, For a big meal, go to a big restaurant in Jinling City, don’t come to my little shop.”

The young man in fine clothes was furious. He grabbed the waiter by the collar and picked him up like a chicken: "What did you say? Believe it or not, I will destroy you!"

The waiter was shocked. He didn't expect this young man to be so gentle and so angry.

The old man in rich clothes had no intention of stopping him. He had a slight smile on his face and seemed to appreciate the young man's temper.

At this time, the young man in rich clothes saw Lin Manqing, his eyes lit up, he threw the waiter on the ground, ignored him, and said to the old man: "Grandpa, let's sit at that table."

The old man just nodded. It seemed that he doted on his grandson and would obey him in everything he said.

The two of them walked towards Li Muchen and Lin Manqing and sat down beside them.

As soon as the young man sat down, he stared at Lin Manqing and said with a flattering smile: "Miss, please make a friend. My name is Huangfu Xi, from the Minglu Huangfu family in Yuzhou."

When Huangfuxi introduced himself and talked about the Minglu Huangfu family in Yuzhou, a look of pride appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Little sister, what should I call you?"

Huangfu Xi said and leaned over.

Lin Manqing suddenly felt nauseous. This Huangfu Xi is about the same age as the young monk next door.

The little monk was staring at her just now, but there was pure admiration for beauty in his eyes, without any evil thoughts. But Huangfu Xi's face was full of lust, and he looked like a veteran in the flower field.

At this age, he has become like this, which shows how much his family loves him.

Lin Manqing has seen many children from aristocratic families, many of them dandy, but those like Huangfu Xi are really rare.

It is said that the Huangfu family in Yuzhou is an ancient martial arts family and has always kept a low profile. It is rumored that there are unparalleled masters hidden in their family.

I didn't expect it to be such a tutor.

Lin Manqing didn't even want to look at Huangfu Xi, and tapped her fingertips twice on the edge of the noodle bowl.

Huangfu Xi suddenly let out an ouch and covered his chest. His face was extremely painful, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The old man quickly supported him and asked, "Xiao Xi, what's wrong with you?"

Huangfu Xi felt as if his heart had been hit twice with a big hammer. It hurt so much that he was completely speechless.

The old man glanced at Lin Manqing and Li Muchen next to him, and felt suspicious. He cupped his fists at them and said:

"I, Huangfuyan, am the second head of the Huangfu family. I wonder what you are called, and on which road are you from? If my grandson offends me, please forgive me. Don't argue with children. I am here to accompany you."

"Such a big naughty kid?" Lin Manqing smiled softly, stood up, and said to Li Muchen, "Let's sit over there."

Li Muchen didn't say anything.

He remembered that Huangfu Xian seemed to be an external branch of the Huangfu family.

I heard that this family is quite powerful. I wonder if this visit to Zhumen Town is for Huangfuxian?

Huangfu Xian is Tong Hao's apprentice, so are Huangfuyan's family related to Tong Hao?

He was going to wait and see what would happen. Anyway, what Lin Manqing did just now was enough for Huangfu Xi.

If he is not treated, he will die of heart failure in about seven days. Even if the Huangfu family has a panacea and wonderful exercises to save his life, he will most likely be a cripple in the future.

The two stood up and sat at the monk's table.

When the waiter saw that they had helped solve the problem and seemed approachable, he became enthusiastic and helped them serve noodle bowls and wipe the table.

Li Muchen and Lin Manqing sat down.

The little monk's eyes were still wandering on Lin Manqing's face, but his eyes were very simple, the kind of pure admiration a young man would have when he sees beautiful things.

The old monk blew his nose and kept sniffing.

"Oh, I've heard that Jinling belly noodles are delicious. It's so delicious!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he finally couldn't help but said: "Donor, I think you look familiar!"

Li Muchen smiled and said: "Master is not a monk at Baotuo Temple, so why did you come to Jinling?"

The old monk said: "Oh, it really is you! You are so lucky, sir. Every time you are surrounded by beauties, they are all different and stunning."

Lin Manqing opened her eyes wide and looked at the old monk and Li Muchen curiously.

Li Muchen curled his lips and whispered to Lin Manqing: "Sister Mei."

Lin Manqing said "Oh" but said nothing.

"Pingbo, do you know what is the most beautiful thing in life?" the old monk asked.

The little monk Pingbo shook his head.

The old monk said: "After a long drought, there is rain. It's like meeting an old friend in a foreign land! You see, today we are meeting an old friend in a foreign land."

Pingbo didn't understand, how could these two people who met by chance become old friends? But he just listened to what the master said.

"Pingbo, do you know what is more beautiful than meeting an old friend in a foreign country?" the old monk asked again.

Pingbo remembered the other two sentences and replied: "The night of flowers and candles in the wedding room..."

Before he could finish his words, Ban Cun was slapped on the head by the old monk.

"It's just your random thoughts!"

"What is that, Master?"

"What's better than meeting an old friend in a foreign country..." the old monk said with a smile, "Of course it's an old friend meeting in a foreign country, treating us to a bowl of skin belly noodles!"