Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

Several shopkeepers followed the sound and saw a young man in white standing at the entrance of the alley, looking curiously at the direction of Shen Qingyan's shop.

This young man looked like he was in his early 21s or early [-]s at most, with a handsome appearance, and a simple white dress without a trace of pattern. It was obviously a dress that could not be found after being thrown into the crowd, but he carried a very special sword on his back. .

This sword is about three fingers wide and narrow, with a black sheath and black hilt, and a straw rope is tightly wrapped around the hilt.On the scabbard as black as condensed ink, there are two complicated small characters engraved in ancient script:

—— Yunfu.

This young man is actually a disciple of Yunfu Mountain!

Never expected that Hong Wenming's strategy would succeed so quickly, the shopkeepers couldn't help being a little stunned, seeing the young man walking towards Shen Qingyan's shop step by step following the scent, they didn't even think of going there for a while. Prevent.

It wasn't until he remembered the traps that had been set up in the small shop recently that one of the shopkeepers suddenly trembled and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, stay!"

The young man's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head hesitantly: "Are you calling me?"

"That's right! I'm calling you!"

Seeing that the young man stopped in his tracks, before the owner could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the young man ask:

"May I ask why you are staying at the next place? If it's nothing important, please wait for a while. I'll go to this shop and come back..."

When the young man said this, he lowered his eyes and smiled, with a little shyness: "...the smell coming out of this store is so delicious, I lack concentration, and I really can't hold back."

Shopkeepers: ...

Is he going to eat at Shen Qingyan's shop...

No!etc!You must not go now! !

"Fellow Daoist, please think again! This small shop is not open now...Why don't you come back another day?"

The shopkeeper who spoke first spoke cautiously. After hearing this, the young man said firmly: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day. Anyway, there are still people in the shop today. I came here at this time, and I returned with the joy, didn't I?" What’s the matter of happiness in the world, why stick to such small details as opening a store or not opening a store?”

"Here, you...but they didn't open a shop after all!"

The owner of the shop was completely dumbfounded, and he was so anxious that the young man still insisted on saying: "It would be fine if the shop owner made it clear that no one is allowed to enter the shop, but there is no such thing now, if I If you don’t go into the store and try it out, how can you know that the store owner is not from my generation?”

In desperation, the other shopkeeper had no choice but to say euphemistically: "Breaking in suddenly when someone's shop is closed, maybe someone will treat you as a strong beam to come to the door, put a sack on your head and beat you up violently, you said it's for a meal Is it wrong to be beaten for a meal? Isn't it because you don't have to eat at other times?"

Who knew that when he said this, the young man looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "If you can meet a bosom friend by chance, it will be covered in a sack, so what? If you get a light beating, it's like you don't know each other! "

"If he wants to beat me hard—" He patted the long sword on his back: "I also have my sword in its sheath!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword with black sheath and black handle let out a clear and long cry in the sheath, as if it was responding to the master's words.

Seeing this, the young man laughed loudly, turned his head and went to Shen Qingyan's shop, letting the shopkeepers behind him no matter how much they called "Fellow Daoist", they didn't turn their heads back.

Several shopkeepers stood in the alley and looked at his fading figure, feeling faint powerlessness deep in their hearts.

"...Well, do you want to send someone to talk to Mr. Shen first?"

One shopkeeper suggested it first, but after he finished speaking, several other shopkeepers gave him helpless looks in unison.

"Mr. Shen's shop is full of traps..."

One of the storekeepers said: "Think about the magic table and chairs in that store, and the dragon scale wall decoration! Mr. Shen wants to make a trap in such a store, what level of trap does it have to be? Don't dare to come forward!"

"If I had already crossed the Tribulation Mahayana, then I might have the guts to take a dip...but now..."

He gradually stopped talking, and the long South 23rd Lane was as silent as if there was no one there.

Several shopkeepers looked at each other for a while, and finally someone said: "Otherwise, we'd better resign ourselves to fate..."

...After all, he is a disciple of Yunfu Mountain, so he must be magnanimous, so he wouldn't be so easy to end up in Shen Qingyan's trap, right?

With such thoughts in mind, these shopkeepers all turned their attention to Shen Qingyan's small shop.

At this moment, Shen Qingyan had already baked several plates of chicken wings, scallops, etc., and put them all in the place he had reserved in advance.In order to create opportunities for the thieves, he even deliberately shifted his eyes to other places, looking intently at the brazier, and only stared at the few barbecue plates from the corner of his eyes.

Once someone—no, there is a creature—enters the range of those barbecue plates, the trap in the store will be triggered immediately!When the time comes to catch the thief and get the stolen goods by yourself, a trap will be the best of both worlds.

As Shen Qingyan thought about it, he grilled the lamb chop in front of him more and more carefully.

In the soft sound of "Zi Zi", the color of the lamb chops gradually turned into a beautiful burnt yellow, and the rich fragrance came out little by little.Shen Qingyan carefully held the mutton chop, and was about to turn it over, but suddenly heard a burst of long laughter from outside the small courtyard, and at the same time, a sword light seemed to pass before his eyes:

"Hahahaha! It's fate to meet today. Fellow Daoist has such a good hand, and I also have a good sword. The two of us are sitting here facing each other, enjoying the sword together. Isn't it very gratifying-oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh!!!!"

In an instant, all the traps inside and outside the store were triggered. Shen Qingyan stood up in shock, and watched a few puffs of mist spray out from the top of his head, and then a ball of sacks fell from the sky, and was caught by the people flying out from all directions. The ropes and nets of various materials were tightly packed, and when they fell into the metal deep pit dug on the ground, there was a muffled "boom".

"……Who are you???"

Shen Qingyan asked subconsciously. After asking this sentence, he ran to the trap in two or three steps and leaned over to take a look. Just as he saw the sack wriggling in the deep pit, he heard a muffled sound. the sound of:

"...The store's anti-theft measures... are really perfect..."

Then the voice fell silent, and when he spoke again after a while, he was a little more inexplicably terrified: "Shopkeeper, what did you put in this trap?? Why do I feel like my sword has melted?! Why do I feel like my sword is like Is it melted???"

Shen Qingyan was silent for a moment, then shouted outside the courtyard:

"Hong Wenming!!!"

"Who did you let in from outside the store??"

"What? What? I didn't let it go..."

Hong Wenming ran in from outside the store with a dazed expression on his face, and as soon as he raised his head, he shouted in astonishment: "Senior Brother Shen! Pay attention behind you—"

Shen Qingyan didn't even have time to turn around, and without even thinking about it, he threw the long-handled iron tongs that turned the grilled lamb chops viciously at the place where the plates were placed.

There was only a "dang" sound in his ears, and when Shen Qingyan hurriedly turned to look, he saw that the place where the plates were placed was already empty, only the lamb chops on the brazier were still there.

The iron clip was deeply poked into the scorched lamb chops. Shen Qingyan walked over in silence, grabbed the iron clip and lifted the lamb chops. , pulled out a small piece of white paper that was soaked in moisture.

The sack in the trap was still shouting: "My sword! My sword can't be melted!"

Shen Qingyan stared at the blank piece of paper and said without looking back, "Hong Wenming, go and get him out."

"Hey!"

Hong Wenming agreed, and his round body trembled to the edge of the trap. After looking down for a while, he stepped on the flying sword and grabbed a few ropes and pulled it up.

While he was pulling, the man in the sack said, "My sword should be fine, right? Shopkeeper, can you tell me something? I've been sprayed to the point that it's not some kind of sword powder..."

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Hong Wenming mentioned him angrily and said, "There is no such thing as sword powder in this world!"

He put the sack on the ground and fumbled to untie the ropes.However, there were too many ropes and nets wrapped around the sack, and they were entangled in a mess. Hong Wenming had worked hard for a long time, but to no avail. It was Shen Qingyan who came over and swung his sword to untie the ropes and nets of different materials. The net is cut open.

"No, but I feel something tidal..."

Until this time, the man inside the sack was still struggling with the "sword powder", Hong Wenming wordlessly removed the sack from his head, and the man quickly looked behind him when he saw the light. Only then was overjoyed and said: "Great! It turns out that this tide is not caused by swords, but my own blood!"

"...Don't you feel pain when you bleed yourself??"

Shen Qingyan asked in disbelief, the man smiled shyly, and said rather embarrassedly: "It still hurts a little bit, but my master once said that when you practice swords to the point of insanity, you can communicate with the sword. I thought that the pressure brought by the sudden attack just now made me break through, so I felt the pain of the sword, the pain of the sword..."

Shen Qingyan: ...

Hong Wenming: ...

"I've convinced you too." Hong Wenming said with a complicated expression.

Shen Qingyan shook his head, stepped forward to help the man up, and was about to ask him if he wanted some wound medicine, when he caught a glimpse of the sword on the back of the young man in white, his expression changed suddenly.

"Are you from Yunfu Mountain?"

Shen Qingyan asked in surprise. He originally wanted to ask, "Why did you come to our shop suddenly from Yunfu Mountain", but when he saw Hong Wenming standing aside and winking at him desperately, Shen Qingyan gave the second half of the sentence to him. Forcibly swallowed it back.

"is not it!"

The young man was about to agree, but suddenly thought of something and changed his words temporarily.Facing the strange eyes of Shen Qingyan and Hong Wenming, while carefully wiping the scabbard, he said with some embarrassment:

"My master said when I went down the mountain, if I did nothing wrong but was chased and killed by people, then it's okay to give us the name of Yunfu Mountain; I can't admit that I came out of Yunfu Mountain..."

He said, scratching his head: "I don't think it's particularly embarrassing today, right?"

Shen Qingyan nodded subconsciously, but then he realized that the young man was asking neither himself nor Hong Wenming, but the sword in his hand...

"Are all sword cultivators in Yunfu Mountain like this person?"

On the way to get the wound medicine for the young man, Shen Qingyan asked Hong Wenming like this.

Hong Wenming hesitated for a while, before he said with hesitation: "It should be... isn't it?"

"Senior Brother Shen, think about it, Yunfu Mountain's foundation is so big anyway, it's impossible for everyone inside to be like this...uh...upright..."

Listening to what he said, Shen Qingyan just shook his head: "If the people in Yunfu Mountain have such a personality, if you think about it carefully, they are much more attractive than the Canghua School."

Hearing what he said, Hong Wenming was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to agree with it or to refute it...

The two walked quickly into the courtyard with the medicine in hand, and Shen Qingyan saw the young man squatting in front of the brazier with his sword in his hands, looking at the only remaining lamb chop with longing eyes.

Seeing Shen Qingyan approaching, he stood up awkwardly:

"That... shopkeeper..."

"What do you want to say?"

Shen Qingyan handed him the medicine bottle in his hand, the young man took the medicine bottle with both hands, thanked him but did not take it immediately, but held the bottle tightly, hesitated for a while, and then opened his mouth in embarrassment ask:

"Excuse me, sir...is that the legendary Shen Qingyan?"

Seeing Shen Qingyan's astonished gaze, he quickly added:

"Please don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else! It's just that I have heard before that there is a Tianjiao named Shen Qingyan in the 23rd Lane in the south of Guangping City. I see that this is South Lane 23, your aptitude is indeed excellent, and you were just grilling this steak..."

"Lane 23, South of Guangping City? A genius named Shen Qingyan? Outstanding talent? Peerless cuisine??"

Shen Qingyan's brows gradually frowned, and he turned to look at Hong Wenming, who immediately shuddered, laughed dryly and said, "Senior Brother Shen, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, you two should talk slowly and I'll go first—— "

Before the words fell, Hong Wenming's figure had disappeared, only a sentence was shaky, and he came all the way from near the store door:

"You guessed it right!! He is Shen Qingyan!!! Not only is he talented and determined, he can cook good food without being a teacher! Where else can such a talent be found? If you pass by this village, there will be no such shop! Let's go Don’t miss it when you pass by——!”

Shen Qingyan: ...

He looked at the young man with a complicated expression, but saw the young man smiled shyly, and asked him: "May I ask if Mr. Shen is free, so how about making some more fragrant things?"

Thinking of the young man being accidentally injured by himself, Shen Qingyan felt a little guilty, just about to agree directly, but suddenly noticed that there was nothing beside the brazier...

"...Did you see anything appear just now?"

He hesitated to ask, and the young man was stunned: "What? What's there? I didn't pay attention..."

He followed Shen Qingyan's gaze, and couldn't help being equally surprised: "Where's the meat here? I saw it just now, so much meat?? Why did it suddenly disappear?!"

"... Forget it, I have roughly guessed what did it."

Shen Qingyan smiled wryly, and signaled the young man to follow him to the store: "It seems that barbecue is not available anymore, please forgive me, let me make you something else."

After letting the young man sit down at the table, Shen Qingyan went into the kitchen alone and started cooking a pot of porridge.

The aroma of porridge and rice slowly diffused with the white mist, and every grain of rice was almost boiled to bloom, and when the lid was lifted, a thick layer of rice oil floated on the porridge.

Shen Qingyan sprinkled two or three goji berries into the porridge, switched to a low fire and simmered it slowly, and walked all the way to the chopping board, not daring to let the pot of porridge out of sight, but when he lowered his head to cut the bamboo shoots, he still vaguely listened. There was a noise in the corner—

"Whoosh!"

Shen Qingyan hurriedly raised his head, but saw that the kitchen was empty and there was nothing else, the pot of porridge was still sitting on the stove in good condition, slowly emitting the aroma of rice and heat.

"Probably I was wrong."

He frowned and said in a low voice, lowered his head to pick up the kitchen knife, and was about to continue cutting bamboo shoots——

"Whoosh!"

A white shadow seemed to pass by the corner of his eye!

Shen Qingyan quickly put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and walked to the pot in two or three steps to have a look, but saw that the pot was still full, and the pot of thick porridge was not missing a single bit.

Could it be that I was really wrong?

He turned around suspiciously, and before he took a step, he heard another familiar voice——

"Whoosh!"

Shen Qingyan thumped in his heart, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I hurriedly looked back, and sure enough... there was only an empty stove behind, the fire on the stove was still burning, and the pot filled with thick porridge disappeared at the same time!

Shen Qingyan:! ! !

... That thieves really came again! ! !

And this time, he has made some progress, and he actually knows how to use tactics! !

The young man outside didn't know what happened, so he asked Shen Qingyan suspiciously: "I seem to hear some voices... Did something happen inside?"

Shen Qingyan took a deep breath, and answered him calmly: "It's okay, it's just that the things I made for you may have to wait for a while."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the chopping board calmly, as if nothing had happened, and lightly chopped the bamboo shoots one by one. After cutting, he quickly blanched them with boiling water and put them into a bowl for later use. .

Just as Shen Qingyan lowered his head and was about to cut some more fat, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear——

"Whoosh!"

you again! ! !

It was too late and then too soon, Shen Qingyan grabbed the small jar of soy sauce next to it without hesitation, and threw it viciously in the direction of the bamboo shoots, and there was a "pop" sound, and the jar was smashed to pieces , where soy sauce was spilled all over the floor.

Shen Qingyan took two steps forward to check carefully, and found that the bamboo shoots had disappeared as expected, but it didn't matter, because Shen Qingyan saw a palm-sized gap between the soy sauce all over the floor at a glance.

Apparently, the thieves—that thing—had been splattered all over by the spilled soy sauce.

He bent down and searched carefully for a moment, and soon found two drops of soy sauce near the window.

Standing at the window and looking out of the window, you can see the whole long South 23rd Lane. There are almost no human traces on the clean bluestone road. Chu ground into a long line.

Shen Qingyan looked at the line, turned out the window directly, followed the dripping soy sauce all the way forward, and soon reached the end of the alley.

The last drop of soy sauce disappeared at the base of a high white wall. Shen Qingyan was about to climb over the high wall when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something. He immediately stopped, walked a few steps to the corner and bent over to pick it up.

——It was a talisman bird splashed with soy sauce, surrounded by diced bamboo shoots.

Shen Qingyan had seen this kind of paper birds before. On the day of entering Guangping City, these birds shuttled between the roofs with bamboo baskets full of things, selling various items to those outside cultivators. .Now that he is opening a shop in Guangping City, there will still be countless talisman birds passing by the top of Shen Qingyan's small shop every night. Thief……

Shen Qingyan frowned, and he carefully checked the paper bird in his hand, and soon found that the splashed soy sauce had stained the dragon-like and snake-like pattern on the talisman bird.

Probably because of this, the talisman bird fell halfway to the bottom of the wall...

If not, he should be able to follow the traces of soy sauce all the way to the real thief.

Shen Qingyan sighed softly, folded the talisman bird neatly, carefully put it in his arms, turned and walked towards his small shop.Before he could take two steps, he suddenly noticed that Hong Wenming was standing with several shopkeepers, looking at his small shop like a goose with its neck stretched out.

Almost after thinking about it for a moment, Shen Qingyan realized what they were looking at, and immediately walked forward without a sound, and patted Hong Wenming's shoulder lightly.

"who!!"

Hong Wenming was taken aback and almost jumped a few steps away. When he turned around and saw that it was Shen Qingyan, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile, "Senior Brother Shen, why are you scaring me..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly remembered the current situation, Hong Wenming's face turned pale, and he whispered: "...Why are you here alone now? Could it be that the disciple of Yunfu Mountain was sent away?"

Shen Qingyan looked at him coldly, and asked bluntly: "Is he invited by you?"

"this and that……"

Hong Wenming tried his best to laugh: "Senior Brother Shen, you don't think I'm a capable person. Where can I find the connections to invite disciples from Yunfu Mountain..."

"Besides, who in the cultivation world doesn't know that Yunfu Mountain is a good place. If I have the ability, wouldn't it be happier to just send myself in there? Why do you want to take advantage of Senior Brother Shen?"

He said a lot in a mess, but Shen Qingyan just looked at Hong Wenming quietly, smiled after a long time, and said softly, "Thank you."

Hong Wenming suddenly became quiet. He was silent for a long time, and then smiled softly.

"Senior Brother Shen, you don't have to thank me."

He said like this: "Growing good causes, reaping good fruits... You can take in me, a homeless dog, and eat so many delicacies..."

"I said that I want to work hard to be a human being. If I don't even know the basics of reciprocating, how can I still be qualified to be a human being?"

Hong Wenming smiled and patted the shopkeepers next to him: "Senior Brother Shen, if you want to thank them, you should thank them. Everyone has put in a lot of effort."

"There's nothing there, it's just a few words to someone occasionally, so it doesn't take much effort..."

"It's all because Mr. Shen can stand up by himself, and we can only be useful if we work hard! There is nothing to thank for this, we are just adding to the flames and fueling the flames."

Almost subconsciously, several shopkeepers declined one after another, and Shen Qingyan waited for them to finish speaking, then lightly cupped his fists and bowed to them.

"In any case, thank you all... I know that you all have good intentions."

He smiled and said: "Anyway, it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. While the disciple of Yunfu Mountain is in the store, why don't we invite everyone here, and I will cook a good meal for everyone?"

"it is good!"

"I'm going to call someone now!"

Hearing that Shen Qingyan was going to cook "good food", several people were immediately overjoyed, and immediately rushed to various places in Guangping City.

Only Hong Wenming stood where he was, and asked Shen Qingyan with some embarrassment:

"Senior Brother Shen, if you say everyone, who are you? Anyone who has eaten in the restaurant counts?"

"Calculate!"

Shen Qingyan turned around and walked into the small shop, Hong Wenming shouted loudly behind him:

"What about those who have only eaten once or twice in the store? Are they not regular customers?"

"Calculate."

"...What about the commander of the city guard that you beat away? Does that count?"

"Forget it!" Shen Qingyan said without hesitation: "Anyone who is willing to come will count!"

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