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The two walked up and soon reached a two-story building. The first floor was a spacious hall with six tables inside. The long tables were placed from the door to the opposite end, with hundreds of yellow-robed disciples sitting on both sides.

Hundreds of yellow-shirted disciples were all silent, lowering their heads to eat. Each of the eight disciples carried a wooden bucket and a big ladle, and kept going back and forth.

When someone sits down or wants more, they just stretch out their hands and they go over and eat whatever they want, as much as they want.

Li Muchan glanced at the eight wooden barrels, one was soup, one was rice, and the remaining six were vegetables, three meat and three vegetarian, which were quite rich.

Li Muchan watched and drooled. He swallowed hard and made a slurping sound. Zongxuan heard it clearly. He turned his head and glanced at him, and saw his eyes shining, staring at the three wooden barrels containing meat and vegetables.

Zongxuan said in a deep voice: "Let's go up and eat!"

Li Muchan hurriedly turned around and said, "Just eat here, it's pretty good!"

Zongxuan snorted: "You brat, it's better up there. You can eat down below if you want!"

Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Is there anything better? I haven't eaten meat for a long time. It's beef and mutton, and I'm still very greedy!"

He swallowed again as he spoke, with a greedy look on his face.

He was deeply involved in the play, and his strong spirit was fully reflected. He completely forgot his original self, and seemed to have really transformed into this Li Wuji.

"Okay, let's go up and take care of your hunger, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat!" Zongxuan walked upstairs.

Li Muchan followed closely and said with a smile: "Hey, Master, I'm a big-bellied man. Most people can eat three steamed buns, but I can eat ten!"

"Okay, let's see how much you can eat!" Zongxuan said casually.

The two quickly went upstairs. When they arrived, there was still a wide space, but there were eight immortal tables one by one. There were four Taishi chairs beside the eight immortal tables. There were paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. It was quiet and elegant, and the atmosphere was completely different from the one below.

At this time, two old men were eating. When they saw Zongxuan, they raised their hands and said, "Brother Zong, come over and join us!"

Zongxuan nodded with a gloomy face. When he got close to them, he turned to Li Muchan and said, "This is your Uncle Luo and Uncle Wu."

Li Muchan hurriedly clasped his fists and said loudly: "Disciple Li Wuji, have you seen Uncle Luo and Uncle Wu, have you eaten enough?"

These two old men are very good-looking, with a square face, a tall and burly figure, a plump nose, and bright eyes. Their eyebrows and hair seem to be dyed with a layer of frost, but they still retain their sharpness. Their eyes are open and closed, and their eyes are shining.

, has the tendency to be powerful without being angry.

The other old man was handsome and handsome, with clear black and white eyes, clear and lively, and three locks of fair beard fluttering under his chin. He looked very young, as if he was only in his fifties. Although he smiled, he still showed a cold look.

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"Haha..." The elegant old man stroked his beard and smiled, looking at Li Muchan: "Junior Brother Zong, is this the disciple you just accepted?"

"Senior Brother Wu, this kid is a fool. I hope that Senior Brother will give you more guidance in the future." Zongxuan showed a smile on his gloomy face.

"Haha..." Qingya old man stroked his beard and laughed, pointed at Zongxuan and said: "Junior brother Zong, ah junior brother Zong, you never ask for help, but you finally spoke softly for this disciple. After hearing what you said, I

But your life is not in vain!"

Zongxuan showed a smile: "Senior Brother Wu is laughing."

The old man with another face shook his head and said with a smile: "This disciple of yours is indeed not a worry-free person. I heard that, did you offend Mingqiu?"

"You are not overestimating your abilities. I have just learned the Little Vajra Boxing for a day and then I went to fight Ronaldinho. Isn't it just waiting to be beaten? If it were an ordinary person, who could do this!" Zongxuan shook his head and glanced at Li Muchan angrily.

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Li Muchan scratched his head and chuckled: "Master, you can't blame me for this. I was instructing everyone to practice Kung Fu, and Senior Brother Luo suddenly came out and yelled at me. I couldn't stand this, so we started fighting."

"You have just studied for a day and you are going to give instructions to others. Those are your senior brothers. You are so arrogant!...Okay, just stop saying a few words and sit down to eat!" Zongxuan waved his hand and said

He shouted with an impatient look.

Li Muchan sat down helplessly. As he sat down, he smiled at the two old men.

When the two old men saw this, they knew that he was a fool, and they felt happy. They didn't expect that Junior Brother Zong had such a high level of vision, and after so many choices, they actually picked such a stupid boy.

The square-faced old man chuckled, shook his head and said, "Mingqiu is really as knowledgeable as my junior brother. I will definitely punish him well when I go back!"

Zongxuan said: "Xiao Luo is senior brother Luo's son."

Li Muchan was immediately startled, looked up and down at the square-faced old man, and nodded: "No wonder I think Uncle Luo has a kind face, it turns out he looks a lot like Senior Brother Luo!"

"Haha, it would be troublesome if it doesn't look like it..." The old man surnamed Luo laughed.

Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Yes, it does look like it!"

Zongxuan shook his head, waved his hands and said angrily: "Go ahead and order your own food over there. You can order whatever you want and don't waste it. You can eat as much as you order!"

Li Muchan immediately got up and trotted to the counter on the west side. The layout here was like a restaurant outside. Sitting behind the counter was a round-faced middle-aged man with a chubby face and a kind smile. He looked like he was trying to make money by being kind.

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"Junior brother, if you want to eat something, just order whatever you want." He stood up and said with a smile.

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As soon as he stood up, he suddenly showed his short stature, with a round face and a round figure, exuding a sense of joy.

Li Muchan looked up at the bamboo chip stuck on the wall. There was a dish written on it. Li Muchan asked about the specific ingredients of each dish one by one, and then opened his mouth and ordered eight dishes.

The round-faced middle-aged man didn't say much. He wrote them down one by one and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, we will do it right away."

Li Muchan nodded, turned around, sat down next to Zongxuan, and said with a smile: "Master, it's really rich. It's so good up here."

Zongxuan was talking to the two of them, and when he heard the words, he glanced sideways at him. Li Muchan immediately sat upright, sitting upright, without saying a word, and his face sank.

The two old men looked at him with smiles. The old man surnamed Luo said with a smile: "Mingqiu told me that Xiao Li's Little Vajra Boxing has penetrated deeply into Samadhi. He is really a genius. Junior Brother Zong really has a good vision. If you think about it carefully, in the future we will be our Vajra Master."

The pillar of the door!”

Zongxuan shook his head and sighed: "His martial arts talent is good, but his temperament is really troublesome. He doesn't understand anything about human nature. He offended Ronaldinho on the first day, and he will inevitably cause trouble again in the future."

The old man surnamed Wu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "No one is perfect. People like you, Master Zong, who are both sophisticated and skilled in martial arts are foreigners after all. I don't think there is anything wrong with Xiao Li's temperament."

Zongxuan shook his head and sighed: "He is straight-minded and rough-tempered. Even if he has practiced martial arts, he will inevitably suffer big losses once he enters the martial arts world."

"Master..." Li Muchan opened his mouth unconvinced, but Zong Xuan glared back.

Zongxuan said: "Senior Brother Wu, please help me teach him."

The old man surnamed Wu chuckled and said: "What can I, a disabled person, teach him? When it comes to martial arts, no one among the ten of us can match you."

"Help me teach you how to behave in the world." Zongxuan said.

The old man surnamed Wu stroked his beard and smiled, looked at Li Muchan, and nodded slowly after a while: "That's all, Brother Zong, you never ask for help. Now that you ask, how can I refuse."

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Wu!" Zongxuan was overjoyed and stood up, cupping his fists and saluting.

The old man surnamed Wu waved his hands hurriedly: "It doesn't have to be like this. You teach him martial arts, and I will tell him stories and teach him Chinese writing."

He turned around and said, "Xiao Li, can you read?"

Li Muchan nodded hurriedly: "Of course you do. How can you learn martial arts well if you don't know how to read?"

"Well, that's good." The old man surnamed Wu nodded and said, "That will save you a lot of trouble. Come here every afternoon and I will tell you some stories."

"But I still have to practice martial arts." Li Muchan shook his head and said, "I practice Little Vajra Boxing in the morning and Vajra Boxing in the afternoon. I don't have time to listen to stories."

Zongxuan stepped forward and slapped him: "Shut up!"

Li Muchan quickly shrank his head, but failed to avoid it. He grinned and nodded helplessly: "Okay, okay, just listen to the story. I'll practice Vajra Boxing at night."

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The old man surnamed Luo chuckled and said, "He is really lucky to be taught by Junior Brother Wu."

The old man Wu shook his head and said: "It's easy to change a person's temperament, but hard to change his temperament. His temperament is rough and straightforward, and he can't change it no matter how much he teaches. He can only gain more knowledge and suffer less losses."

The old man surnamed Luo said: "Xiao Li is really lucky to have two junior brothers to train him!"

Zongxuan smiled lightly: "You and Brother Feng trained Ronaldinho, too."

The old man surnamed Luo shook his head and said with a smile: "That incompetent brat."

Although he was laughing and scolding, his face was full of pride and pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with Luo Mingqiu's achievements.

They chatted some more. Li Muchan sat upright and said nothing, like a statue. He just looked straight in the direction of the kitchen opposite and moved his nose from time to time.

After a while, fourteen dishes were served together. Zongxuan frowned. These fourteen dishes were all served on large plates, and the portions were huge. They were martial arts practitioners and their appetites were larger than ordinary people.

The fourteen dishes were brought up and placed on the table, almost filling the table. Every plate was full of color, flavor and flavor. Li Muchan swallowed his saliva and looked at Zongxuan eagerly: "Master, let's eat quickly?

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Zongxuan said: "How much did you order?"

"Eight ways." Li Muchan said hurriedly.

"Have you finished eating?" Zongxuan frowned and hummed.

Li Muchan nodded hurriedly: "Eat until you finish! Eat until you finish!"

Zongxuan turned to look at the two of them: "Senior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Wu, let's start eating?"

"Okay." The old man named Luo smiled and nodded, so everyone picked up the silver chopsticks and started eating.
To be continued...