Doraemon: Rebirth of Mushan Yingcai

Chapter 275 Enlightenment Sword Mountain

Among the endless stream of people, two figures, one big and one small, were very inconspicuous, they were Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao.

Putting the black scale sword on his waist in a scabbard he just bought, Xiao Shan looked at Zhao Wudao and said, "How powerful is this sword of yours?"

Asking questions with unclear intentions, Zhao Wudao smiled and said nothing.

Xiaoshan's question was not explained. Although he didn't continue to ask, it was obvious that he would not give up a few words written on his face.

This is a small town, extremely prosperous, everyone's face is filled with smiles, it seems that life is good, although it is very busy, it is very fulfilling.

"Come and see! The big apples just picked are delicious! The price is favorable, buy more and get a discount! Come and see!"

"Wonton! Fresh and delicious big wonton, delicious. Yo!"

"Buy, buy! Take a look! The newly imported monster fur is absolutely comfortable, come and take a look!"

The sound of hawking is endless, and there are countless tricks and inexhaustible goods, forming a hot trading street, and the business is booming.

Zhao Wudao folded his arms in front of his chest, looking at Xiaoshan with a strange look on his face.

On the opposite side, Xiaoshan, with a kebab in one hand and chopsticks in the other, was eating noodles with big mouthfuls.

"Woo!.Really!.Woo! It's so good! Eat it!"

Zhao Wudao shook his head and said with a sigh, "You'd better swallow it first and then talk about it."

Hearing this sentence, Xiaoshan chewed quickly, took a big mouthful, and directly swallowed a bunch of roast meat into his stomach.

The mouth is bulging, filled with food, like a frog.

pharynx!
Throat surged and swallowed the food.

He picked up a bowl of soup next to him and drank it straight up.

Gudong!Gudong!
Putting the sea bowl directly on the table, Xiaoshan wiped her oily lips with her sleeve, and said, "Daozhang Zhao, why don't you eat it?"

The table was a mess, but every plate and bowl was clean, as if it had been licked.

"Are you sure you still have my meal?"

When Zhao Wudao asked this question, Xiao Shanzai looked at it carefully, and said very seriously: "It seems not!"

Standing up, Zhao Wudao walked out with a gloomy expression.

"Guest officer!"

With an exclamation, a young man who looked like a waiter quickly blocked Zhao Wudao's way with his feet like the wind.

Zhao Wudao frowned, today is really unlucky, even a small person dares to stop him.

The body exudes a weak momentum, directly pressing on the young man in the shop.

His expression changed, but the young man in the shop stood up stubbornly, looked at Zhao Wudao and shouted loudly: "Guest officer! It's only right and proper to pay for meals."

Zhao Wudao seemed to understand something, and turned to look at Xiaoshan.

whee!

Xiaoshan picked something in his mouth with a toothpick, looked at Zhao Wudao with a smile, and returned Zhao Wudao with a look like I have no money.

Stretching out his hand to grope on the chest, a kitty money bag appeared soon, and Zhao Wudao handed it over with a face full of heartache.

The young man in the store has quick eyes and quick hands, quickly snatched it, counted the money, took out the meal expenses, and quickly threw the rest to Zhao Wudao.

"see you next time!"

After leaving these words, the figure of the young man in the shop has long since disappeared.

Holding the flat purse, Zhao Wudao felt ready to cry, looked ahead, and said, "It's still an old man, afraid that I'll regret it, he acted so fast."

Zhao Wudao and Xiaoshan continued to play in the food street, tasting delicious snacks, although Xiaoshan mainly ate, Zhao Wudao paid for it.

With several special snacks in his hand, Xiaoshan smiled contentedly, Zhao Wudao behind him was full of murderous intent, the money bag in his hand was constantly dumped, but it was completely empty.

"What would you like, little brother?"

At a street stall selling monster bone soup, a man dressed as a peddler looked at Xiao Shan and asked.

Xiaoshan said with a smile: "I want a bowl of Maverick bone soup!"

"Okay! A bowl of Maverick bone soup!"

The hawker was very fast, and immediately a bowl of steaming big bone soup was served.

The eyes signaled Zhao Wudao to give the money, but the other party returned a shy look.

Xiaoshan frowned and thought for a while, then he frowned, showing a treacherous smile on his mouth.

An index finger pointed at Zhao Wudao's shoes, and he kept gesticulating on his face, it was self-evident what he wanted to express.

"My little ancestor, just let me go. This is all I have saved over the years."

Zhao Wudao looked at Xiaoshan pitifully with a mournful face, hoping that he would hold his hand high.

Ordinary people probably agreed, but Zhao Wudao sadly met Xiaoshan, who is a stone milker, and after the milk is squeezed, there will be a waste utilization.

His hands quickly reached for the shoes, his face was very serious.

"do not want!"

With a cry of grief, Xiao Shan took a handful of money and gave it to the peddler, behind him Zhao Wudao was crying, with blood dripping from his heart.

It stands to reason that with the strength of Da Luo Sword Immortal in the middle stage, there is no need to be afraid of Xiaoshan who is only half a step Da Luo Jinxian, but his back is too strong, Zhao Wudao wants to discuss life with Xiaoshan for his own sake, but he has no courage unless I want to suffer the punishment of burning my soul for many generations.

Drinking the bone broth in your mouth, enjoying the rich deliciousness, everything in the bone marrow is blended into the soup, it is really a pleasure.

The discussion of people around made Xiaoshan prick up his ears.

"Are you going to Wujian Mountain too?"

"Of course, Wujian Mountain is open today. If you can comprehend something, you can use it for life."

"You are still chatting, there are too many people today, don't hurry up, don't talk about Wujian, even if you are watching, you may not have a seat."

Seeing some sword cultivators in a hurry, Xiaoshan summed up some information from the scarce information.

"Wujian Mountain? Wujian? It's really interesting."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Xiaoshan looked at Zhao Wudao and asked, "Where is Wujian Mountain, Daoist Zhao?"

Zhao Wudao glanced sideways at Xiaoshan, turned his head away without saying a word, and ignored Xiaoshan's existence.

The corner of Xiaoshan's mouth twitched, and the two eyeballs rolled quickly.

"I think I need to reflect to the Sword Immortal, a certain Flowing Sword, has a small belly."

The seemingly unintentional words shook Zhao Wudao's body.

Zhao Wudao sighed and said: "Wujian Mountain is where the sword intents of countless powerful sword cultivators and the sword marks left by them are gathered. It is only allowed to enter, watch and comprehend every hundred years today. This mountain is my sword. Lord, one of the many training places under Lord Sword Immortal."

(End of this chapter)