I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

The early morning sun is not as harsh as after noon.

The shadows of the trees among the big banyan trees at the door, three or two bits of gold-like sunlight rise in the big iron pot, the noodle stall owner uses bamboo chops to catch the sunlight from it, puts it in the bright red soup, and adds a few rubs of green onion .

The boss is a native of Chu, and they love spicy food, so Li Xuantian comes to eat noodles every morning.

I'm lucky, and I have beef noodles.

"Speaking of this, the first cloud sword of this step is missing two, and when he was young, he was full of spirits, and when Lidu had no time to close the city gate that day, he waited quietly outside the city, only to help a prostitute get half back. money......."

The spit of the storytellers in the bazaar flew across their mouths.

"Snoring, snoring—"

Li Xuanfu was on the old elm wooden table, sucking noodles, and just raised his head, he realized that he was a man in front of him.

With a grin, Lao Zhang could see the missing die.

"Lao Zhang?" Li Xuan stared, looked up and down, and choked back in the middle of speaking, "Why did you go down the mountain?"

"Hurry up, come down and see Brother Li."

Lao Zhang ordered a bowl of noodles on his own.

Today, he seems to be very happy, and he looks ruddy, his eyes are dazzling, he doesn't know how much better he was than he was half-done in the soil a few days ago.

"Hey, eat noodles, eat noodles." Li Xuan didn't ask where to go.

Where else can I go, go to Xitian, this is probably a good time to return.

"From now on, we will never know when we will see each other again." Lao Zhang picked up the noodles with bamboo chopsticks and took a sip: "Huo, it's no wonder that Brother Xiao Li, you love this noodles, it tastes so delicious."

A few beads of sweat appeared on his old face.

"This world of delicacies, one bite is one bite."

"It's okay, I'll give you a few bowls when I have time, and give me a dream if I want to eat." Li Xuan's throat trembled, and he drank the soup a few times, sighing with satisfaction.

"Can you send it to me?" Lao Zhang's eyes widened, making one of the dark circles very obvious.

The closer he gets to Tianmen, the more he can feel how desperate the barrier between the two worlds is.

Then he reacted again, this supernatural power was so great that no one stopped him from going down to the world. He also sensed the heavenly power two days ago. It is estimated that there is someone on it. Maybe he can really send him something up.

"Is there someone on Xiao Li?"

Old Zhang pointed at the sky mysteriously.

"Yes, why not." Li Xuan was amused and vowed to say: "The Emperor of Heaven is my buddy, Lord Yan is the friend of my eight worshippers, don't worry."

"So that's it." Old Zhang nodded suddenly.

If others say such things, he will be bragging, but this is not necessarily true, maybe it is true.

Didn't you see the supreme Tianwei two days ago, did you want to give Xiao Li a little bit of noodles?

Looking at Lao Zhang who was eating noodles, Li Xuan never felt that eating noodles once could last so long.

He is not yet a cultivator, he has already realized the frustration of parting life and death. If he has hundreds of thousands of years of life, wouldn't he have to watch his family and friends die one by one?

In the end, only myself is left, pursuing the illusory road that does not exist or not.

"It's good to be a mortal...."

Li Xuan murmured.

"Brother Xiao Li said that." Zhang Queer sighed.

In the past, the cultivation base was not enough, thinking day and night, dreaming also want to rise through the boundary, but before leaving, there are many reluctances.

Maybe one day, like Senior Li, I can sit in the world and watch the clouds rise and fall, looking at eternal life for a long time?

"Lao Zhang, what's the matter with your face?"

The doubtful voice interrupted Zhang Queer's cranky thinking.

The predecessor is still there, so he is distracted.

"Uh... it's nothing." Zhang Queer said with a smile, "When I was young, my dream was to be a ranger who walked north and south, and drew his sword to help each other. I couldn't let it go, so I went to find someone to fight."

"Listen to that storyteller." Li Xuan said speechlessly: "This kind of story is mostly made up to deceive young people and reward him with some silver to eat. You are so old, and you still believe this?"

"It's really nonsense."

Lao Zhang thought of something, depressed.

"There is nothing unfettered in the world. The so-called freedom is just the restraint given by others, and it is a knife for people to instigate."

Then, following Li Xuan's posture, he drank the noodle soup all at once.

Frozen is the feeling of being heroic and free and easy in the restaurant, and the momentum of going up to the mountain after drinking three bowls of wine.

Wiping his mouth, said: "If you can do it again..."

"Pull it down, do you still want to be Li Bai?"

Li Xuan took the tableware slowly. "I will give you another poem before I leave."

"Okay." Zhang Queer responded with a grin, and didn't ask who Li Bai was.

Which fairy is it estimated?

If you have too many lice, you don’t have to worry about it. If you have too many debts, there are too many debts to Brother Xiao Li. Anyway, I don’t know how to pay it back. It’s not bad this time.

Li Xuan cleaned his hands in the basin.

Since Lao Zhang likes the style of rangers, he copied another poem to satisfy his wish.

Well, this is not for pretending to be forced, can it be called pretending to help a friend?

The storyteller next to him also had a dry taste at this time, so he just sat over to drink water and watched Li Xuan holding a brush with a serious expression, and then joked:

"Brother Xiao Li, don't open the door to sell pork today and switch to a career as a literati?"

They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, but there are not many who have actually entered the Li Xuan's inner hall. In the eyes of the neighborhood, he is a handsome pork guy.

"It's not bad to be able to write two-handed limericks, to add some ink to the pork."

"Brother Xiao Li looks so handsome, I think it's a material for reading."

"Don't dare to compare with the gentlemen."

The neighbors around, when they heard that Li Xuan was going to write a poem, even the little kid who was lying next to him playing in the mud came close.

At this time, Li Xuan turned a deaf ear to these discussions and slowly wrote down.

The ink is scattered everywhere.

Uninhibited pens flow on the rice paper.

""Xia Ke Xing""

"This handwriting..." The storyteller's pupils shrank, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning into an unprecedented solemnity.

The so-called layman is watching the excitement and the expert is watching the doorway. He has read books, and Buyunshan has a small number of places, so he has not been selected for more than ten years.

But the cultural heritage is there. Seeing the unruly brushstroke of the mad grass, he immediately spit out, and his eyes were filled with surprise. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was surprised and unbelievable.

"Why, Brother Xiao Li didn't write well?" The noodle stall owner just finished washing the dishes and stepped forward and patted the scholar on the shoulder.

Also, Brother Xiao Li doesn’t know who he is, and he doesn’t speak formally. Although he is good-looking, everyone will have fun at every scholar’s ​​appearance, and he didn’t really think about what he could write. Good poem.

Looking at the expression of the storyteller, it is estimated that the writing is unsightly.

The storyteller ignored him and watched Li Xuan write down, reciting word by word:

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming."

"The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor."

When everyone heard it, their hearts shook slightly.

Although they are all townspeople with little culture, they don't necessarily know the characters, but they can still be heard by listening to the ancient quatrains.

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles.

Hello. "

The noisy air fell silent for a while, and people seemed to be able to see the figure of a knight with superb swordsmanship and awe-inspiring murderous spirit.

Even the children eating candied haws blinked and dared not make a sound.

"I'm free to drink Xinling, take off the sword knees and cross.

Will Zhi Zhu Hai, hold on to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of Turanuo, Wuyue is light.

After the dazzling ears are hot, the mood is suddenly born.

Handan was first shocked when he rescued Zhao with a gold gavel.

Qianqiu two strong men, Xuhe Daliang city.

It's not ashamed to be a hero in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra. "

After writing, no one spoke for a long time.

The fat boss of the noodle stall grabbed his head and asked, "Is this poem well written?"

"Excellent, excellent." At the end of the story, the storyteller said, shaking his lips, tears in his eyes: "This is this song, this is this song, who said that I am far from Wuxia, I will leave first..... I'm going to the college and carve this poem on the wall."