Mr. Fu ran away again today

"This little brother?" Mo Chen came to the side of the boy, and asked while squatting halfway to avoid blocking others, "Can we sit at the same table with you?"

The young man spat out the melon seeds and looked back at Mo Chen. He was well dressed, but seeing the big bags and small bags helping the girl carry things, he was either a servant of a rich family or a husband afraid of guilt.

"Sit down." The boy continued to eat melon seeds, "But you have to pay for the tea."

"Okay!" Mo Chen agreed straightforwardly, and hurriedly turned his head to call for Aunt Bai to come over.

Bai Yanzhi sat down on the bench opposite the boy, Mo Chen put the bags and cloths beside him, and then called the waiter to order a pot of tea, Bai Yanzhi ordered two plates of dim sum, and the boy followed suit. A pot of tea and melon seeds and peanuts, and at the end he pointed out: "It will be charged to their account."

Bai Yanzhi was taken aback, her first reaction was that she was tricked.

Mo Chen lowered his voice and said: "Let's fight for other people's tables, so let's pack the tea and snacks."

"So that's how it should be." Bai Yanzhi said.

The waiter in the shop quickly brought tea and snacks, and the three of them ate while listening to the story of the rivers and lakes told by the storyteller. The storyteller had just finished telling the story of the master of the Fengfeng Pavilion being besieged by the demon sect, and one person escaped from danger with a hundred people, and then told interesting stories about the rivers and lakes recently .It is said that a young man called Molang who came from the desert and was raised by wolves came to the Central Plains. Later, he pierced his chest with a sword and killed the head of the First Escort Bureau.

Bai Yanzhi didn't believe it, and asked, "Didn't you just say that the master of the Fengfeng Pavilion can fight a hundred? How could he be cut off by a boy from the desert?"

The storyteller tapped the fan in his palm and replied with a smile: "Girl, in this Jianghu, some people can reach the pinnacle of martial arts in their teens by chance, and there are also people who have practiced martial arts all their lives and are still mediocre."

Bai Yanzhi gasped, and asked Mo Chen in a low voice: "How can he tell that I'm a girl?"

Mo Chen curled his lips: "Even a blind person can tell that you are a girl."

Bai Yanzhi rolled her eyes back.

Some people around sighed: "But that is the Pavilion Master of Fengyu Pavilion! He is not an ordinary person, how can you say that you lose if you lose?"

"The answer is still my last sentence." The storyteller asked again, "Do you want to know what that desert wolf looks like?"

A group of people nodded along, and Mo Chen also waited with interest for the storyteller to continue.

The storyteller took a sip of tea slowly, whetted everyone's appetite, and then slowly said: "The desert wolf grew up with wolves, eats raw meat with blood, and wears bark and leaves. He is a boy in his teens, but this person is as big as a bear, his complexion is as black as charcoal, and he is like a wild beast!"

The boy eating melon seeds asked curiously: "Then does he still wear bark and leaves?"

The storyteller replied: "Of course I don't wear them anymore. Can you go back to eat bran swallowed vegetables after eating white rice?"

The boy thought for a while, then nodded in agreement: "You make a lot of sense!"

The storyteller was triumphant, and said again: "Do you know, who is the fourth letter of war written by Molang?"

Everyone shook their heads together, Mo Chen held the cup and looked at the storyteller calmly, wondering if the old man really knew everything.

The storyteller raised a finger and pointed to the ground: "This sect is near our Bai'an City."

"Could it be Mochen Island?" A young man who looked like a scholar asked.

The storyteller pointed at the scholar with his fan: "That's right! The fourth letter of war was delivered to Mo Chen, the owner of Mochen Island!"

Bai Yanzhi blurted out: "No way?"

"Why not?" The storyteller glanced at her and said, "This battle letter was sent to Mochen Island on the first day of the new year, and the decisive battle will be on the tenth day."

Bai Yanzhi was stunned, she still remembered that Mo Chen said that he would compete with others in a few days, but she never expected that it would be a competition with that fierce and cruel Desert Wolf.

Bai Yanzhi looked at Mo Chen, and asked the storyteller if what he said was true.

Mo Chen drank his tea with his head down, and nodded slightly at her by the way.

"You said it as if you saw it with your own eyes." Mo Chen asked while holding the cup, "Then tell me where is the location?"

The storyteller smiled and waved his hands: "I can't say it, I can't say it. If I say it, there will be chaos."

Someone in the back row asked: "Then tell me, can Island Master Mochen beat that Molang?"

The storyteller shook his head and sighed: "In my opinion, Xuanna!"

Mo Chen didn't like hearing these words anymore, he put down his cup and asked, "Why can't you beat me?"

"This judge is not from the rivers and lakes at first glance." The storyteller pointed Mo Chen's direction with his fan, "You have never seen the owner of Mochen Island, he is a thin and sick man! If you want to talk about this Mochen The island ranks seventh in the Jianghu sect, but this ranking was achieved by the old island owner in a battle while he was still alive, and this Mochen island owner has been a three-legged cat kung fu since he was a child. How many three-legged cats are there? Understood." The storyteller stretched out two fingers mysteriously, "He has competed martial arts twice with the apprentice of the master of the Fengfeng Pavilion, guess what? He lost all!!"

The storyteller said it with joy, and the spectators around laughed so loudly that they called hahahaha.

Bai Yanzhi also patted the table and laughed, and said while laughing: "No way? Can't even beat the apprentice of the master of Fengyu Pavilion? Isn't it too miserable?!"

"It's more than miserable, do you know why he seldom used force with others?" the storyteller asked again.

"why?"

"Afraid of losing!"

"Hahaha--"

The spectators laughed again, and Mo Chen followed suit, asking himself silently: who am I, where am I, what am I doing...

"You're talking too badly about the owner of Mochen Island?" The young melon seed eater spat out the skin of melon seeds, "I heard he's amazing!"

Storyteller: "Oh? Is he amazing?"

The boy nodded: "He is rich!"

Before the boy finished speaking, everyone in the teahouse burst into laughter.

Mo Chen really didn't know what expression to use to respond to this sentence, if money is also an advantage, he is simply too perfect, okay?

After the laughter died down, the storyteller asked again: "Do you want to know why the owner of Mochen Island is so rich?"

When they heard why there is money, everyone stretched their necks and nodded desperately. Everyone hoped that they could become richer.

The storyteller smiled mysteriously, and slapped the folding fan on the table: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

After listening to the story told by the storyteller, Bai Yanzhi was in a good mood, and decided to go to the West Market to see if there was any new yarn in a cloth store. The day was getting hotter and hotter, and it was time to make a dozen or so thin shirts.

Mo Chen didn't want to continue working as a coolie with big and small bags and cloth, so he asked Bai Yanzhi to go back to the carriage with him first, and asked the coachman to send all these things to the Bai Mansion first, and then he and Bai Yanzhi went to the West Market .

Mo Chen agreed to go to the West Market, not because he really wanted to continue shopping with Bai Yanzhi, but because he knew that there was a wine shop in the West Market, and the wine shop would sell some spirits that could not be bought in the Central Plains from time to time. He liked spirits .

The two returned their things to the carriage and walked towards the West Market side by side.

Bai Yanzhi wrapped her fingers around a strand of hair, looked sideways at Mo Chen, and asked, "Is it true what the storyteller told you just now?"

Mo Chen didn't want to mention this at all, but Bai Yanzhi continued to ask: "Is it? Is it? Is it?"

Mo Chen said: "The matter of being rich is indeed true. The matter of the sick child is absolutely false!"

Bai Yanzhi curled her lips: "You know I didn't want to ask this, I just wanted to ask if your martial arts are really that bad?"

Mo Chen said: "Before I became the owner of the island, my martial arts were a bit... Well, after I became the owner of the island, I practiced hard every day. Now if you ask that kid from Fengfeng Pavilion to compete with me, I will definitely beat him Looking for teeth all over the place!"

Bai Yanzhi smiled and asked, "Looking for your teeth?"

Mo Chen was speechless, he stopped and said: "I suddenly realized that there is still something to do on the island, so I will leave!" After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Seeing that he was really angry, Bai Yanzhi quickly grabbed Mo Chen's arm: "I was wrong! I shouldn't have ridiculed you! I won't talk anymore!"

Bai Yanzhi covered her mouth, indicating that she would not speak anymore, and Mo Chen continued walking towards the West Market.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had already seen the big wine banner hanging outside the tavern from a distance, he really wanted to turn his head and go back, but he was full of alcoholism.

Bai Yanzhi obediently walked a few steps without saying a word, but after a while she couldn't help asking: "I'll ask you one last question, okay?"

Mo Chen frowned and said, "You ask."

Bai Yanzhi asked seriously: "This time, will you win?"

Mo Chen thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."