The fat man, Kui Xue, was also frightened, and he held the oysters in his hands and stared at the fleet of cars with his eyes in his arms.

The upper body is the same movement, but the legs have already made the move to escape.

Coincidentally, Wang Lang, who was holding a string in his hand, also had an action.

"Waiter, come and have a bowl of porridge and add a chopstick to pickle." An old man's voice came from beside him, which shocked Wang Lang and Nanmen Chuxue were both shocked.

The two looked at each other and found that the other party's moves were exactly the same as their own, and they all thought they met too late.

When he turned his head, an old man sat next to him.

In ancient costume, he was hunched over his back, his eyes were covered with mist, his withered face was full of wrinkles, and a long braid was left behind his head.

This dress made Wang Lang and Nanmen Chuxue unable to help but stand up and stare at the old man with vigilance.

The waiter didn't hear what the old man said, and the old man lowered his head, "Waiter, please have a bowl of porridge and a chopsticks and pickles."

The waiter still didn't hear it, and Wang Lang and the fat man shouted at the waiter in unison.

After the waiter came over, Wang Lang took the lead in speaking, "A bowl of porridge, and a chopstick of pickles."

The waiter looked at Wang Lang and said, "Brother, stop making trouble. We are a barbecue restaurant. Where do you ask me to get it for you."

Nanmen Chuxue took out a few hundred-dollar bills from her pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's arms, "I didn't think of a way to do it, hurry up! A bowl of porridge and a chopstick pickled vegetables!"

The waiter smiled when he saw Qian Mei, "Brother, wait, I'll buy it for you now." After saying that, he ran away happily.

The old man nodded slowly and murmured to himself, "It turns out that he doesn't call the waiter or the waiter."

The waiter is called from what era? It is only the age of people who are the ones. Wang Lang always feels that he has seen this old man, but he just can't remember where he has seen it.

"The Qing Dynasty has perished, and the world has changed." The old man sighed softly.

Not to mention anything else, just by this sentence, this old man lived at least one hundred years old.

Wang Lang wanted to escape, but he couldn't move his legs at all, because there was a strange thing invisibly that imprisoned the entire space. This kind of thing is invisible and cannot be seen, but it exists. It is equivalent to something like aura, and the source of this thing comes from this old man.

The same is true for Kui Xue from Nanmen next to her. She couldn't escape. This fat man was fat, but he was a flexible fat man with no fat on his body and was round. The fat man just matched him.

The old man stopped talking, and looked down on his head and didn't know what he was thinking about.

A few minutes later, the waiter came back happily with the porridge and placed it carefully on the table.

"Brother, porridge, the boss said there was no such thing as pickled vegetables, so I just got a plate of pickled vegetables."

"Go down."

Wang Lang and Nanmen Chuxue looked at each other. One of them was holding porridge and the other with pickles, and they tried to approach the old man.

"Senior, you want to clean the porridge and pickles." Wang Lang handed over the porridge.

The old man slowly came to his senses, and a pair of chopsticks slid down his sleeves. One end of the chopsticks was a spoon. The old man held a bowl of porridge, put his mouth on the edge of the bowl and blew the air, holding the bowl for a week.

Skip!

The old man turned the bowl again, and this time he took a bowl of porridge while turning, and drank a bowl of porridge in one breath.

There was a little left at the bottom of the bowl, and the old man used a spoon on the chopsticks to scrape the porridge at the bottom of the bowl.

Put the chopsticks in reverse, put the pickles on the chopsticks in your mouth and chew them slowly, just like eating snacks.

After a while, the old man swallowed the pickles and turned to look at the waiter, "Waiter, please ask for a bowl of water."

The waiter looked at it and found that it was the direction where Nanmen Chuxue and Wang Lang were. He ran over with a smile, took a bowl of tap water and ran over.

"You can use it slowly."

Who knew that the old man shook his head, "This water is not clear, change it."

The waiter was confused. The water was all drinking water. What kind of water was not clear?

"Didn't you hear the old man say that the water is not clear? Why don't you go and change it!" Nanmen Chuxue scolded.

The waiter left with a bowl of water in confusion. After a while, the waiter brought another bowl of water that had passed through the purifier and placed it on the table, "You can use it slowly."

I originally wanted to escape, but I didn't expect that the water had not been completely put down, but the old man still said, "The water is not clear."

"Go and change." Wang Lang glanced at the waiter.

The waiter frowned and held the water bowl, "Uncle, this water is pure water, why can't it be clear? What kind of water is clear?"

The old man didn't say anything, Wang Lang and Nanmen Chuxue glared at the waiter at the same time, and the waiter left in aggrieved manner.

After a while, the waiter brought another glass of water, "Old man, two brothers, this is the rain that it was raining a few days ago. If this is not clear, I really don't know what kind of water is clear. You can go and find it yourself."

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the water in the bowl, shook his head slightly, "It's not clear enough."

The waiter quit and put the money on the table, "I can't do this work, you guys do it yourself." After saying that, he left.

Wang Lang suddenly had an idea and thought of a verse, "The Buddha saw a bowl of water, and 84,000 insects. If he did not recite this mantra, he would be like eating the flesh of sentient beings."

Could it be that the old guy said that the water is unclear because there are microorganisms in the water?

"Can you recite the water drinking mantra that bald donkey recited before drinking water?" Wang Lang turned to ask Nanmen Chuxue.

The South Gate Blowing Snow had an idea. He brought the water bowl to himself and silently said in his heart, "Abusiporamani Saho."

I recited it silently three times before I handed the water bowl to the old man.

"Senior, is the water clear now?" Nanmen Chuxue asked with a pious face.

The old man didn't say anything, gently put his chopsticks into the water bowl, took a foot-long bamboo tube from his waist, and "filled with clear water."

The waiter hesitated for a moment, first picked up the money, then picked up the bamboo tube.

After a while, the waiter came with a bamboo tube. Nanmen Chuxue took it and recited the water-drinking mantra three times and respectfully handed it to the old man.

The old man slowly hung the bamboo tube around his waist, "The little guy from Longmen, the last time he saw you, it was still in the early stage of returning to the country."

Wang Lang felt a stern in his heart. Before he could report himself, he could see through the fact that he was from Longmen.

The old man looked at Wang Lang, "Tulongsheng wants to eat you, but he is afraid of retribution and dare not come by himself, haha."

Wang Lang was confused.

I want to eat Dragon Slayer?

I'm so thick-skinned that I can't swallow it even after seeing it. Can he fucking him?

Nanmen Chuxue glanced at Wang Lang, "Are you from Longmen?"

Before Wang Lang could speak, the old man turned his head and looked at Chuxue, Nanmen, "I heard that your master, Qinghe, is only one step away from ascending in the sun, right?"
Chapter completed!