Slime from the Marvel Universe

Chapter - Draw your sword and give it to the landlady, plus a suite in the city

When Ding Xian took off from the Siberian ice sheet, he saw the great rivers and mountains of China. Ding Xian thought about the mythical figure Sun Wukong in China, and he had just seen the god-king Odin in Nordic mythology. He couldn't help but wonder: Do characters from other mythological stories also exist? "There's nothing I need to do at Marvel Labs. Brother Monkey's invitation hasn't passed a day, so why not go to their store and have a look."

Ding Xian took out the business card given by Sun Wukong before and looked at the address: No. 233, Taoyuan Hutong, Jingtao City. "This alley is really long." Ding Xian used the recoil of his complaint to fly to his destination, and two gifts appeared on the way: a basket of tender peaches and a pair of couple's rings.

The former is Sun Wukong's favorite, and the latter was prepared by Ding Xian himself based on observation. Ding Xian thought that the two people who came that day should be lovers. Although the young man and the beautiful woman had no matching accessories, he planned to give them a pair of rings made of sound-absorbing metal.

Jingtao City on the coast of the East China Sea is prosperous but not noisy. When Ding Xian landed in front of Taoyuan Hutong, he saw a scene like this. There was a queue neatly lined up in a long and narrow alley. The queue occupied half of the alley. There were both men and women, but most of them were under 45 years old and over 20 years old. People, some of them are well-dressed and have oily hair and face, some are greasy and obscene with fat bellies, and some are young, beautiful, and suave.

Ding Xian didn't know what these people were doing. He wanted to go around them with a puzzled expression, but was blocked by a middle-aged greasy and wretched man at the end of the queue. "Young man, don't jump in line, wait in line at the back."

"I'm going to the bun shop inside, do I need to queue up?" Ding Xian was puzzled.

"We are all going to the bun shop." More than one person replied this time.

Ding Xian looked at the uniform crowd with a confused expression. "Brother Monkey's steamed bun shop is so popular? Does he sell steamed bun-shaped elixirs?!" Ding Xian couldn't help but complain secretly. Just when he was about to queue up, a voice came out from the alley: "Call Ding Xian at the entrance of the alley to come in! Which one is Ding Xian?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ding Xian suddenly wanted to say: "The humble minister Ding Xian received the decree." Unfortunately, he was afraid of being beaten by passers-by who were like eunuchs delivering the decree, so it was better not to cause public outrage, and no one would be offended. he.

Ding Xian calmly replied: "I'm here." Then he glanced at the person who stopped him at first, and walked in with a swaying step, which made the teeth of the person at the end of the line itch. .

Ding Xian walked deeper into the alley under the gaze of everyone. Now he didn't need to carefully identify the house numbers, he could just go to the head of the queue. What's more, from Ding Xian's perspective, he could see a place with extremely abundant energy from a distance.

Ding Xian walked closer and saw that the energy gathering place was an elegant two-story wooden building. It looked very retro, and all the materials used were full of treasure. The large flag standing outside the door was not ordinary. It read: " "Shuiliandong Baozi Shop" is written in big characters, and once you enter the door, you can see that the interior decoration also has a unique ancient charm.

Then Ding Xian, whose eyes wandered, saw a Monkey King dominating a table in the lobby full of guests, waving to him.

Ding Xian suddenly felt like he had something to say, but he still resisted the urge and hurried to Sun Wukong to remind him that his true identity was exposed. But he put down the fruit basket in his hand and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Sun Wukong.

"I, Mr. Sun, know what you want to say. I am keeping up with the times and role-playing to generate income for the store. Don't make such a fuss." Sun Wukong was eating the peach brought by Ding Xian while pointing to a small stage behind him. He said to Ding Xian: "Today the store is having an event, the steamed buns are half price. If you buy five cages, you will get my autograph. If you buy ten cages, you will get a chance to draw the sword. The sword is there. You can also try it when the time comes. My steamed buns here You don’t take money from people you know, so you don’t have to think about counting.”

"Who are you thinking of giving away the bill?" Before he saw the person, he heard his voice first. The mysterious woman who had appeared next to Sun Wukong when Ding Xian first arrived on Earth came out of the back hall. The meeting at this time was not like the fleeting glance last time. Looking at the fairy-like woman in front of him, Ding Xian couldn't help but think of a poem:

Enchanting and charming, slim and touching.

The flowers are in a delicate state, and the embroidered ribbons flutter like dust.

The cherry blossoms bloom in the half-smiling part, and the orchid and musk deer spray when walking slowly.

His head is covered with pearls and emeralds, and there are countless trembling hairpins.

There is a delicate fragrance all over the body, and there are delicate flowers and golden strands.

What about Chuwa's beauty and Xizi's charming face?

This poem is the four beauties transformed from the four illusions when Teacher Wu described the "Four Saints Testing the Zen Heart". Ding Xian felt that this poem was quite appropriate to use at this time. While admiring the beauty, he said hello politely: "Hello sister, I came in a hurry and only brought some small gifts. Please forgive me." Ding Xian handed over the small box he had prepared before.

"Well, Wukong has recognized you as his younger brother. It's okay for you to call me sister. But you can also call me boss lady in this store. That's what everyone calls me. Of course, it's okay to continue calling me sister."

The landlady took the small box from Ding Xian's hand without opening it, but handed it directly to Sun Wukong. "This is a gift from little brother Ding Xian. Keep it for me and give it to me when you can use it." Her tone sounded like she knew what was inside the box. Sun Wukong took the box and looked at the landlady with an apologetic look. The landlady responded angrily: "Don't always look like this. You don't owe me anything. What I want is not your apology." After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and walked to the back hall.

Ding Xian didn't know what was going on between the two people, and he had no experience in this area, but he saw that their reactions had something to do with the ring he gave him, so he didn't dare to get angry now. He decided not to be so reckless in giving away rings or other things in the future.

Sun Wukong did not chase the proprietress who left in anger, but first said to Ding Xian: "Wait for me for a moment, I will ask someone to deal with business matters." Sun Wukong obviously changed to a more modern way of speaking. Ding Xian nodded and said he understood.

"Xiaohong, you can host this event yourself." Sun Wukong called a young man who looked young and gave him some instructions. The young man responded: "I understand, Uncle Sun, go and do your work." Then the little boy Hong stood on the stage, holding a microphone and shouted: "Dear guests, you have been waiting for a long time! Without further ado, the annual sword-drawing meeting begins now! As per the old rules, when you draw your sword, you will give it to the proprietress, plus one from the city. For suites, you have to pull them all out to count. Please enter the order in order, so don’t rush..."

After arranging for people to handle the business of the bun shop, Sun Wukong called Ding Xian and walked to the back hall. Ding Xian heard the name between the young man and Sun Wukong and asked in surprise: "Brother Monkey, that person is..."

"Didn't you guess it?" Sun Wukong blinked at Ding Xian, then opened a door curtain with the word "water" written on it and walked in.

His face is as white as powder, and his lips are as white as red.

The temples are drawn with blue clouds to bully indigo dyeing, and the eyebrows are divided into crescent moons like knives.

The war skirt is skillfully embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and its shape is richer than that of Nezha.

With a powerful gun in both hands, Xiangguang's body guard came out.

The sound is like the roar of spring thunder, and the sharp eyes are as bright as lightning.

To know this Mozhen's surname, it has been famous for thousands of years and is called Honghai.

Comparing it with the Holy Infant King in Teacher Wu's original work, Ding Xian felt that his world view had been refreshed and that all myths were lies. Then he followed Sun Wukong's pace with a look of helplessness. The more contact Ding Xian had with characters in Chinese mythology, the more curious he became. He was curious about what the Chinese protoss in the Marvel world looked like, and what kind of new changes those originally bizarre myths and legends had after being combined with the Marvel worldview. Maybe there would be an answer behind this curtain.