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Ma Bentang's sword fell on the old snow of the little carpenter. He felt a powerful force suddenly attacking him, half of his arm was sore, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

After he stood still, he looked at the young man in front of him with a look of surprise, and finally realized why the other party's courage was so fat.

When you have great ability, you can't stop being arrogant.

This is a young man with real skills, so he is so tough.

However, Ma Bentang was not convinced. At first, he didn't think the other party was a powerful character, so he was not prepared enough. After hearing the Ma family's instructions that the other party should not be taken, he even regained his strength.

That's why he became weak and suffered a loss after the competition.

At this moment, his qi spread throughout his body, stimulating his meridians, and felt the explosive power return to his body. Then he grabbed the knife and rushed back again. However, the old swordsman with gray hair next to him shouted: "Okay, stop making trouble."

Ma Bentang was originally a rebellious and arrogant man, but he didn't dare to ignore the old swordsman's words and could only stop.

But he did not put down his knife, but asked with confusion: "Master Cui, what does it mean?"

The old swordsman said: "They have already given us a face, so there is no need to make such an ugly thing."

Ma Bentang felt aggrieved and couldn't help but say, "Are you afraid of him?"

The old swordsman's face suddenly sank and said, "I'm right. Our Ma Family Ji is also a place to follow the rules. Don't poke the backbone of the people on the Tao. Okay, go and pick up firewood, I'll make a fire..."

After saying that, he did not pay attention to the furious Ma Bentang, but walked up and bowed to the little carpenter and said, "Little brother, he has encountered something wrong these days, and he is inevitably a little irritable. Please forgive me."

The man was polite and looked quite generous. The little carpenter actually didn't want to offend the wealthy family in the northwest, so he also put his knife away and said, "It's okay."

After saying that, he passed by several people, came to the bonfire, and then quietly put the knife aside.

In front of so many people, it was difficult for him to take back the Luban secret seal.

He stirred the soup pot with a spoon. Seeing that it was already rolling and bubbled, he tasted it. It felt a little lighter, so he added some salt. After tasting it, it was just right, so he took the bowls and chopsticks next to him, served two bowls of soup, and specially added meat, and handed it to the old field and the boy next to him.

He said kindly: "Come on, try it. I bought it from the best mutton stall in Yange Town. It tastes absolutely authentic."

The little lion smelled the fragrant mutton soup and was so greedy that his saliva was flowing down. When Lao Tiantou saw that the two sides had reconciled, he became bold and bowed to thank him.

The little carpenter asked the two to sit down next to the bonfire, and the little lion took out three baked naan from behind and handed it to the little carpenter.

He said, brother, naan.

It turned out that he had always remembered the instructions of the little carpenter. Looking at the baking naan, he saw the people from the Ma family coming in a fierce manner, but he still remembered hiding the naan.

The little carpenter saw that the boy was dirty with his naan, but he didn't mind. He took one and said, "It's delicious, it's not enough."

The boy was obviously anxious and no longer as restrained as before. He squatted down and then took the naan and ate it fiercely.

The naan was made of thin noodles, and it was roasted crispy. After one bite, the mouth was full of noodles. Then, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the mutton soup. Oh, it was delicious, which almost made him bite his tongue. The only disadvantage of the soup was that it was a bit hot. The little lion drank two or three sips before he felt it burned his mouth. He quickly blew it, blew it twice, and was anxious to drink the soup. His eyes were bright.

Seeing him like this, the little carpenter couldn't help but think of himself before and couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, there's still something in the pot."

The little lion bit the crispy mutton stewed in the bowl, nodded vigorously, and said yes.

The little carpenter smiled, looked at the half-baby, picked up and took a sip of the soup - in fact, the mutton soup was not delicious, after all, it was just boiled, and it was incomparable to the fresh mutton soup that had been stewed for a long time.

The most important reason why the little lion eats so well is that there is too little oil in his stomach and he may not have eaten anything good since he was a child. The mutton I bought at this market was added with a lot of seasonings, so this is why.

But he could understand the other party's feelings, after all, he also came here like this.

Not to mention this hot mutton soup, when the clear soup in my stomach is weak, even if it is a bit rotten, meaty, it feels extremely delicious.

Several people were drinking soup and baking naan here, while the Ma family lady who was waiting for a fire was a little hungry to see it - she was born in the Ma family in Qinghai and loved by the old man. She had been frugal since she was a child, and her food and clothing were first-class. However, in this wilderness, she was so hungry that she was rumbling and she saw that others were eating so deliciously, and she couldn't help but be curious.

But she also knew that she had just had a fight with the young man who lost his horse. Now that she was in a hurry, she might not be able to eat any good results.

However, where is the so-called "the best mutton stall in Yange Town"?

She is really curious...

The little carpenter ignored the movements of the people on the left, and finished a pot of mutton soup with Lao Tiantou and baked a few more naans, and finally fed the half-baby's belly. Then Lao Tiantou rushed to clean up, but he didn't stop him.

After a simple washing, he brought some straw and spread it next to the campfire. The few people from Majiaji opened the fire there, but it was not as hot as here. They just had dry food and some jerky meat, and they were choking when they ate.

The little carpenter didn't know why the people from the Ma family appeared in the mountain temple in the middle of the night, but he felt that he had left in a hurry because the water in their skin was drunk and swayed for a long time. When the Ma family was eating the cake, he rolled his eyes.

When Ma Bentang saw that there was water to wash dishes here, he was a little surprised. He wanted to come over and asked for a little, but he was embarrassed.

After a long struggle, he didn't want his eldest daughter to be wronged, so he walked over with a tough bullet.

But he did not ask for it, but said to the little carpenter in a rough voice: "Hey, my surname is Gan, do you have any extra water? I'll buy it with you."

The little carpenter glanced at him and said nothing.

Ma Bentang suddenly became anxious and took out a ingot of silver from his pocket and said, "I'll offer a high price, okay?"

The little carpenter smiled and said, "A friend of mine told me that there is a slang in the West, "Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands." This principle is the same for us. Take the water away and keep the money yourself."

After saying that, he took out a skin bag from the pile of utensils placed beside him, unscrewed the hole, poured some water, took a sip, then covered it, and threw it to Ma Bentang.

Seeing that this man was not old, but his demeanor was extraordinary, Ma Bentang also put away his anger, bowed his hand at him, and turned back.

The lady of the Ma family got the water and poured it into her bag. Then she hurriedly took a few sips, took a rest, and then turned around.

She looked at the little carpenter through the jumping bonfire.

Because of the angle, she could only see the side face of the little carpenter.

A little handsome.

This little man seems to be different from the peers she had known before...

He treated people in a twisted manner - he treated the villagers like the grandfather and grandson as he was as kind as his family; but he seemed particularly strong to those with backgrounds and refused to bow his head at all.

Even if you draw your sword toward each other, the same is true...

Why?

Just as the Ma family was thinking about it, two uninvited guests came to the mountain temple.

The little carpenter had already cleaned up and was about to go to bed. However, when he heard the movement at the door, he subconsciously turned his head and saw a young man dressed in Western style, with a greasy and pink face, following a tall black-clad swordsman, walking into the temple.

The young man was wearing a white suit and white leather shoes. Not to mention in this wilderness, even in a land like Jinling, it was strange. It seemed very inconsistent to appear here at this moment.

However, the man didn't feel it at all, but was quite content. After coming in, he looked at the field and then walked to the Ma family and the others.

He shouted enthusiastically: "Cousin Xiaoxia, it's really a coincidence that you were here."

Then, he greeted the other two: "Uncle Cui, my cousin."

The old swordsman at Ma's family was a silent man. He looked at him and did not speak. Ma Bentang stood up and asked, "Hu Helu, why are you here?"

The young man in a white suit said a place name, then made a fool of himself, then raised his hand, but saw the tall and big black-clad swordsman behind him brought a wooden food box. The white suit asked eagerly: "Have you eaten? I brought some food here, come and eat together."

He took out the wine and food from the food box and placed it in front of him. The little carpenter took a look and realized that the young man named Hu Helu should have followed him specially.

Obviously, he is also one of the suitors of Miss Ma's family.

But could he be the guy who stole the white horse and borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?

The little carpenter had already put aside the matter, but just watched coldly, and ignored it. Hearing the cups and drinking, eating and drinking, he didn't care. The grandson of the Tian family next to him also rushed for a day, and had enough food and drink, and he was sleepy and narrowed his eyes.

There are many people here and it is difficult to meditate, so he held the knife and was dozing beside him, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Of course, in front of so many strangers, he must not be able to sleep to death like the grandson of the Tian family.

I don't know how long it took, but the little carpenter felt that he was really going to fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard a strange movement of the tiles on his head, and then there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air and suddenly fell down below.
Chapter completed!