Douluo's opening send-off system

In the imperial capital, it's still the same street, and it's still the same noodle stall. This time, not only Han Wuyi is eating noodles, but also one of the Eight Shangzhu Kingdoms in Liyang, the first passerby of the Spring and Autumn Period - Gu Jiantang.

Looking at Qing Shui Su Mian, who had no oil or water in front of him, Gu Jiantang stared directly at Han Wu Yi with dead fish eyes.

Han Wuyi showed no embarrassment at all, and said with a smile: "I believe in Buddhism, so I can't touch meat and fish. I can only feel wronged by Shangzhu Kingdom."

"It's okay. Master Tai is a monk. I'm serving as host today. Naturally, I do as I please. I just don't know which nunnery Master Tai is practicing in." Gu Jiantang smiled but didn't smile. Even Xu Xiao, it was amazing to just slap him in the face. I would never do this to myself.

Han Wuyi was not annoyed after being stabbed: "Gu Shangshu was joking."

"Thanks to Mr. Yu for your respect, I wonder what the Qinglian Sword Immortal invited Gu to do?" Gu Jiantang said the word "banquet" very seriously, and Han Wuyi couldn't help but tremble.

He is both a gentleman and a Sword Immortal, but he calls himself Gu and does not mention his identity as Shangzhu Kingdom and Minister of War. It is obvious that he is being promoted openly and covertly.

How can a mere bowl of clear noodle soup without any oil or water be called a feast? This is a blatant mockery.

Han Wuyi couldn't say anything. After all, he was responsible for the loss. He had the money, and it was a large banknote. But Jiuyuan, the little fool, didn't know if he was led astray by Xu Fengnian when he pretended to be himself again, and he wouldn't give him life or death. , saying that it was her money from selling herself and he had no right to use it.

Even threatening him like a fox fur is useless.

It can only be shabby.

"General Gu, are you willing to live a life of mediocrity?"

Gu Jiantang's face immediately darkened: "Did Xu Xiao ask you to come?"

Han Wuyi chuckled: "Why is General Gu so nervous? They can't hear our conversation."

Gu Jiantang glanced around. There were people coming and going on the street, but no one was frightened by Han Wuyi's words that were close to treason.

Clang!

The sword from his waist was drawn out, and the stool under him was brought down. He pointed it at Han Wuyi with a stern and stern look on his face: "You Yu Nianwei, you dare to bewitch me in the street. Xu Xiao's wolf ambition is already so obvious. Bring me to report to His Majesty..."

"I told you, but they couldn't hear me. Why don't you believe it?"

Han Wuyi clicked his tongue lightly, stood up with a straight face, ignored Gu Jiantang as if there was no one else around, walked into the kitchen, picked some chili peppers, and got some sauerkraut, then walked back leisurely, sat down, mixed it, and stirred up the noodles As they started eating, the owner of the noodle stall, the people at the next table, and the passers-by on the street all turned a blind eye to Han Wuyi and ignored the sound of Gu Jiantang bringing down the stool. Their expressions remained as usual.

However, when Han Wuyi stood up and added some seasoning, he was so frightened that he backed away. Gu Jiantang, who was holding the sword tightly as if facing a formidable enemy, put a sneer on his face and put the sword into its sheath: "If someone persuades you to rebel in the street, even if you have the intention, you still have to do it." Just to show off, right?"

"Can we have a good chat?" Han Wuyi put down his chopsticks and raised his head and asked.

"With your ability to maintain your beauty and longevity, as long as you are willing to send a few tips to the palace, no matter how rich or powerful you are, you will be more stable than fighting for your life with Xu Xiao." Gu Jiantang asked with some doubts after sitting down.

"Power, wealth, and honor are nothing compared to me. Who would let this world fail one person? I don't like it."

If Liyang hadn't been confused with the group of fishing people in the sky, which made him unhappy, I might have gone and fooled the national master Dangdang. After all, I have experience.

Gu Jiantang thought for a while and slapped his thigh: "No! Why are you women just staring at that Xu Manzi!"

"Xu Xiao? He's old and shabby, what do I think he's doing?" Han Wuyi's mouth twitched again. Xie Guanying ranked himself at the top of the rouge rankings. The comment was that the picturesque landscape was no match for a little cinnabar between her brows.

Although he and Wang Xianzhi did not actually fight in the East China Sea, they were evenly matched, but he did not give himself a martial arts review, which already gave him the urge to kill. Now Gu Jiantang thinks that he likes Xu Xiao, if not for the future Dingding The world still needs him, so Han Wuyi will draw his sword and kill him now!

"That's right. When you became famous, it was said that you were nothing more than a flirt. Now you are only a middle-aged lady. How could you fall in love with that bad old man Xu Xiao!"

Gu Jiantang was laughing, and Han Wuyi almost choked him to death with his next sentence.

"I'm almost a hundred years old."

It was rare for him to tell the truth, but Gu Jiantang was left speechless.

This was completely expected by Han Wuyi. Before he became an immortal, he had already been reincarnated for the second time. When he was an immortal, he was only in his early twenties. Because he was a martial artist, he looked younger. After he became an immortal, he became even younger. It's outrageous, not to mention that he had a breakthrough some time ago. This man is as tender as a young girl in his youth. Who would believe that he is a hundred years old?

Um? Is this adjective not quite right?

"Then why are you still willing to help Xu Xiao? I don't remember that in the Spring and Autumn Period, besides Wang Xiu, there was such a strange woman like you in Northern Liang, except for the late Princess Liang."

"Wu Su, I've been longing for you for a long time."

Gu Jiantang's eyes widened, looking shocked, as if he had heard something ridiculous.