The winter in Tianjin is very cold, and it snowed for several days in succession, and the whole city is covered with silver. People coming and going are wearing thick winter clothes, gloves, and scarves, wrapped tightly inside and out.

Reality.

During the Chinese New Year, most migrants return to their hometowns to celebrate the Chinese New Year. This bustling city is much quieter than usual.

The restaurants in Chelian Hutong are not like big restaurants or tourist areas, and there will be many customers during the Chinese New Year, so most restaurants in the Hutong are closed. There is only one Shaanxi noodle restaurant with doors open.

The boss is Chen Zhong. He has been in Tianjin since Shaanxi for more than ten years and has been opening noodle shops here. His best bets are Shaanxi biangbiang noodle and Qishan sauce noodles.

There were no customers in the noodle restaurant, and the boss was bored and rubbed his hands to keep the fire warm.

A heavy footsteps sounded, and then a tall and burly old man walked in.

Chen Zhong smiled and said, "One pound of biangbiang noodles"!

The old man nodded at him and sat casually at a table.

It is said that it is an old man because his hair is gray and his face has a faint wrinkle. If it weren't for these characteristics, it would be difficult to tell that he is an old man. In the cold winter, all the people who go out are wrapped in only the rest.

With a pair of eyes, the old man was only wearing a single dress. He was tall and burly and had a bulging muscles. His figure was enough to make most young people ashamed. He had an amazing appetite and could finish a pound of noodles each time.

Chen Zhong has been running a noodle shop in Chelian Hutong for more than ten years, and has never seen such a tough old man.

He knew that this person's surname was Huang, a fellow Shaanxi native, and spoke with a strong Shaanxi flavor. He opened a Chinese medicine shop in the alley three months ago. His medical skills were pretty good. He cured several old patients who had not been cured in large hospitals.

.Everyone who knows him calls him Lao Huang.

The average bowl cannot hold a pound of noodles, so Chen Zhong specially prepared a large wash basin for Lao Huang.

Lao Huang doesn’t talk much, so he should be very few. Although he has eaten noodles here for three months, the words they said are no more than ten.

Chen Zhongtou sat on top of the store, and there were no customers in the store, so he sat opposite Lao Huang. He had many questions in his mind, such as how old Lao Huang is? How to maintain his figure at such an old age? And his

Is medical skills really clever?

Old Huang ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, chewing them, and asked lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Chen Zhong laughed and said, "Old Huang, where are you from Shaanxi?"

Lao Huang paused for a moment, frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he slowly replied: "I live in Shanxi and haven't been back for many years."

"Oh, Lao Huang, how old are you? Your body is not as good as a young man of seventeen or eighteen."

"It's almost eighty."

Chen Zhong's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he was amazed in surprise, "Oh my God, it's so incredible"! "Old Huang, how did you take care of it? It's so amazing. I'm only in fifty years, and I don't even look younger than you.

”!

"Exercise more and live in the mountains for twenty years to breathe fresh air, and your health will naturally be better."

Chen Zhong shook his head in surprise, "I can't imagine that if I reach your age, I'm afraid I'll only have a handful of dry old bones left."

Lao Huang smiled and said, "Don't envy me. The reason why I understand medical skills is because I have long illnesses and become a good doctor."

Chen Zhong looked at Lao Huang carefully, with a strong body and a rosy complexion. "No, I see that you are rosy and have such an amazing appetite, not as if you are sick."

"Like a person knows how warm and cold water you drink, many things cannot be just on the surface."

The two were talking. A middle-aged man who was a little shorter than Lao Huang, but was equally burly and strong, walked into the store. Although the man had a smile on his face, Chen Zhong felt a palpitation. He was so scared that he stood up immediately.

He got up and asked timidly: "Do you eat noodles sir?"

The visitor shook his head, waved at Chen Zhong, and signaled him to move aside.

Chen Zhong quickly retreated to the kitchen. For some reason, seeing the man made him feel extremely frightened and subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide.

Old Huang still lowered his head and ate the noodles, saying lightly: "I am fully imposing in front of ordinary people, but I am still so arrogant and domineering."

The middle-aged man restrained his momentum and sat opposite Lao Huang.

"Master, when you taught me the first day, you told me that external martial arts practitioners should be brave and have a momentum that looks down on the world. I have always kept it in my heart."

"Shut up! I don't have your disciple"!

The middle-aged man smiled, "Master may not recognize me as an apprentice, but those who are apprentices will never forget the master. I have all my skills taught by the master, so why can I forget it?"

Lao Huang snorted coldly and slapped the chopsticks on the table.

"Aren't you afraid that I will clean up the portal?"!

The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face, "Master, you underestimate me too much. When you reach our level, can you still be able to beat me or escape?" He paused and smiled. "What's more, twenty years have passed, and the boxing is afraid of being strong.

, How did the master know that I am not better than the best”?

"Uh!!" "Then you say you're here to kill me." Lao Huang said coldly.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Master, you are joking. Even if I don't think I am not as good as a master now, I'm afraid no one in the world can do it if I kill you quietly in such an imperial capital. What's more, I'm going to do it if I bully my master and destroy my ancestors.

How could I do things?”

"Did you still do little to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?" "Chenlong treated you like a brother back then, but you betrayed him"!

The middle-aged man's smile gradually disappeared, and he was replaced by his gradually cold face, "Twenty years have passed, Master, you are still so partial. How can Lu Chenlong be better than me? Just because he is the eldest brother before me, just because he is your benefactor

His son, he should be high and I should be a dog by his side”!!

As he said that, he sneered again, "What's more, I just didn't help him back then, and I didn't kill him with my own hands. I've done my best."

Old Huang clenched his fists and thought, his veins burst, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. Chen Zhong, who was hiding in the kitchen, suddenly felt a suffocating pressure, and was so scared that he lay on the chopping board and shivered.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Master, you won't want to attack me here, right? If we fight, we can demolish this alley."

"roll"!

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Do you think you are here and we dare not send masters to find my precious nephew? Master, you taught me that martial arts are just to assist others, just by your way of doing one or two martial arts."

, Can you beat scholars like Mr. Nalan? No matter how strong your martial arts are, you will be confused by those people. Even if you have great power, you don’t know where to go. Chenlong’s fate is the best example

”.

"I'll tell you to get out"!!!

The middle-aged man stood up, turned around and walked out of the door, and when he reached the door, he slowly turned around and bowed deeply to Lao Huang.
Chapter completed!