The noise became louder and louder. Wang Lang also understood from the words that an old man came in to have a meal. After the meal, he calmly asked for a few words to write ink, paper and inkstone, and then told the waiter that he had no money, and these words were used to make the meal.

The waiter exploded at a glance, and it was clearly a tycoon meal, and he grabbed the old man and refused to let him go.

Wang Lang shook his head and took a drink.

Li Shitong had no intention of watching the excitement, but the movement outside was getting closer and closer. Finally, the curtain of the small single room with Wang Lang was picked up by people arguing with the aisle from time to time.

Wang Lang turned his head to look and found that an old Taoist priest standing at the door with his back facing him was an old Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe, gray hair tied into a lump and pressed against his head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted into white socks and cloth shoes.

"Donor, take this calligraphy outside, and you can sell it for tens of thousands of dollars at will. I won't lose money when I give it to you." The old Taoist priest shook the rice paper in his hand.

"You don't come, you can sell tens of thousands of dollars at will. Look at the torn clothes you are wearing, can you only wear tens of thousands of dollars?" The waiter contemptuously said. "Don't tell me that it's useless. Either find someone to bring you money, or I call the police and ask the police to arrest you."

"I don't have a cell phone." The old Taoist priest said aggrievedly.

The waiter sneered, took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to the old Taoist priest, "Don't have a cell phone, right? OK, use mine."

The old Taoist priest was even more aggrieved when he didn't answer his cell phone. "I don't have a cell phone number."

"I'll go! Old liar! You've come to us to cheat and drink, call the police!" The waiter grabbed the old Taoist priest and asked to call the police.

The old Taoist priest stepped forward to stop him but was pushed by the waiter, and staggered back and crashed into the single room of Wang Lang and Li Shitong.

The waiter hurriedly ran in, "Sorry, I've disturbed you two."

Wang Lang leaned over to help the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest smiled and thanked Wang Lang.

After confirming his eyes, Wang Lang let go and the old Taoist priest sat on the ground again.

Li Shitong hurriedly went to help her.

The old Taoist priest who stood up rubbing his butt looked at Wang Lang, and was amazed.

The waiter pulled the old Taoist priest away, but unexpectedly the old Taoist priest struggled away with his backhand.

"Don't touch me, he will pay me." The old Taoist priest pointed at Wang Lang.

"I don't know him." Wang Lang shook his head.

The waiter dragged the old Taoist priest out.

The old Taoist priest refused to obey, "I almost didn't recognize him in a bad manner. Hurry up and pay me."

Li Shitong's curious eyes wandered between Wang Lang and the old Taoist priest, "Do you know each other?"

Wang Lang shook his head and decisively denied it, "I don't know you!"

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest sat next to Li Shitong, "Miss is the boy's appearance, she looks pretty good, but she is wearing flowers on cow dung with this boy."

Li Shitong shook her head slightly, "We are not couples."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "It will be." As he spoke, he reached out to the plate and grabbed the food.

Wang Lang felt a toothache, "Cow's nose, can you get out?"

The old Taoist priest smacked his lips in satisfaction.

Bang!

The rice paper in his hand slapped the table, "Boy, you know the goods, I'll give you this word. You'll take it out and sell it. The money is all yours. How about you pay for my meal?"

There are four big characters written on the paper, and gold is worth a day.

There is a seal in the lower right corner, Song Buwen's seal.

Li Shitong stared at the seal in the lower right corner and looked at the old Taoist priest again. She always felt that she had heard of it, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Wang Lang seemed to remember something, "Big Nose, I can pay you the money for the meal, but you have to write a new letter for me."

"What do you write?" asked Bull Nose.

"Yue Fei's "Manjianghong" will pay for you after writing it, otherwise you will stay wherever you are cool." Wang Lang reached out and opened the old Taoist priest's hand that reached for another plate.

The bull rubbed his nose and said, "You guy, you really know how to get into trouble. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I finally saw you. If you don't invite me to dinner, you will also have to write a letter from me."

"Do you write?" Wang Lang was too lazy to get along with Niu Nose.

The bull's nose went to the house just now to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and squatted on the ground. His pen was vigorous, but he was floating out of the dust. He felt very comfortable just by watching him write.

A few minutes later, the bull's nose finally stopped and took out a tender green ancient jade seal from his arms. He licked it with his tongue and stamped it in the lower right corner.

Wang Lang picked up the words with satisfaction and whispered, "I'll pay for the meal, please leave quickly. I'm upset when I look at you."

The bull's nose stayed on his back.

"Boy, I can sell this calligraphy for at least hundreds of thousands of yuan. You can still be good at it if you have less money." Bull Nose reached out to grab the vegetables and eat it.

Wang Lang carefully folded the words and put them on, then put them on the four words on the table casually, glanced at the waiter, "I'll pay for his meal."

Li Shitong looked at Wang Lang and the bull's nose next to him with curiousness.

"What are you still lying on?" Wang Lang asked with a toothache.

"Look at how you kidnapped someone's big daughter." The bull wiped his nose.

"I am his child's head teacher, and we don't have the kind of relationship you think." Li Shitong explained.

Bull Nose smiled, reached out to pick up Li Shitong's hand and looked at the palm of his hand. After putting down his hand, he looked at Wang Lang again, smiling without saying a word.

He patted his butt and stood up, "Boy, see you in September in Fengtian Mountain."

"Go away quickly." Wang Lang pushed the bull's nose away like a plague god.

Li Shitong was still curious, "What's your relationship with this senior?"

"Enemy." Wang Lang said without thinking.

Li Shitong was stunned for a moment, smiled with a pursed lips, "But why do I feel like you are happy enemies?"

"Then you feel wrong. When I was a child, I was often deceived by him, so that my legs were broken countless times by my parents. I have a grudge with him, and I have a deep hatred for blood." Wang Lang snatched the bite and creaked.

Li Shitong couldn't help but smile.

"Song Buwen, this name sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard my father mention it." Li Shitong looked outside and the bull's nose was already gone.

Wang Lang drank a drink, "Those who are interested in calligraphy know him, the president of the last Calligraphy Association."

"He?" Li Shitong widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

Wang Lang nodded, "What's the matter? If you knew that the president of the last Martial Arts Association was a trash, would you still be shocked to fall off your chin?"

Li Shitong didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It feels so amazing." After a long time, Li Shitong sighed sincerely.

Wang Lang smiled, "It's like this, people in the world."

"What era is this? How come there will be a world of martial arts?" Li Shitong smiled.

Wang Lang shook his head and looked at the ink painting hanging on the wall, "No matter when, the world has always been there, and it has nothing to do with what era."

Li Shitong looked at Wang Lang's expression and was a little lost for a moment.

The curtain was opened, and a man came in, with a big gold chain and a small watch, and he was tall.
Chapter completed!