Chapter 1245 Lin Liuzhi, who knows the situation
"You're here to buy steamed buns too? That's great. You come here to buy steamed buns with so many people." Liu Jun looked at the elder with a smile.
The elder was stunned for a moment and laughed dryly, "Yes, this, this steamed bun is delicious, I will bring it and bring the disciples over to try it."
Liu Jun shook his head, "It's no coincidence, this The bun stall was just smashed by this person. By the way, this is your person?”
“It’s okay, I don’t know him.” Elder Da Luomen quickly cleared the relationship.
The "elder" blue-haired gangster looked confused.
The elder of Daluomen turned his head sharply and kicked the blue-haired gangster out: "Elder, what elder, is that what you call elder? You are not my disciple of Daluomen, don't call me elder! In my case You dare to bully the orphans and widowers in Daluomen’s territory.”
“Come here and drag me down to beat this Daluomen!”
The elder didn't give the blue-haired gangster a chance to speak anymore, and directly asked the Daluomen disciples to drag the blue-haired gangster out.
"Well, you continue to stroll here, and I will take people to look elsewhere first?" Elder Da Luomen asked cautiously.
"Are you going to leave without eating a few buns?" Liu Jun took out the Dark Sword and put it aside.
Why do these gangsters dare to be so arrogant? Isn't it the people from Daluomen who are behind them? If Liu Jun had let this Daluomen elder go away easily, it wouldn't be him.
“But, these buns have all fallen to the ground,” the elder said with some embarrassment.
"Is it dirty? Have you heard of the three-hour rule?" Liu Jun said mysteriously.
The corner of the elder's mouth twitched and his face turned dark. The three-hour rule of Shente Meow is called the three-second rule. If food falls on the ground and is picked up within three seconds, it will not be dirty. How come it still pops out? A three hour rule!
After three hours of picking it up, not to mention bacteria and flies, it was full of babies!
"You're kidding me. How about I wait for the stall owner to make another drawer of buns and I'll buy them at a high price? Do you think that's okay?" The elder discussed with Liu Jun with a grimace.
With a "swish" sound, Liu Jun waved the Hades Sword and put the Hades Sword back on the table.
This move made the elder tremble, and the Daluomen disciples not far away almost turned around and ran away.
Who is this person in front of me? This is the evil star who killed the Shaolin Temple Supervisor in the Western Regions and even slapped the Kunlun Sect and their Daluomen in the face. Their supreme elders have no temper. If they want to kill them, wouldn't it be easy?
"Sorry, there was a fly buzzing in my ear just now, as if saying that I don't want to touch these buns, so I chopped it off." Liu Jun paused. "By the way, what did you just say?"
"No, I didn't say anything. I want to say that these steamed buns cannot be wasted. Waste is shameful." The elder hurriedly bent down and picked up a steamed bun without wiping it, and ate it in big mouthfuls.
"Don't eat alone. Besides, you've eaten everything, so you're going to die. Say hello to the others," Liu Jun said with a concerned look on his face.
“Well, the people are the most virtuous,” the elder said vaguely.
Then he swallowed the bun and almost choked, "Ahem, what are you doing standing still? This elder has set an example for you, do you still want to waste food?"
"Yes, elder." A group of Daluomen disciples also obeyed and hurried forward to eat the buns on the ground.
"One hundred yuan for a bun. There were about dozens on the ground just now. Let me round it up for you. One hundred buns cost 10,000 yuan. Is that acceptable to you?" Liu Jun asked.
"Accept, accept." The elder nodded repeatedly and quickly took out 10,000 yuan and handed it to Liu Jun.
Liu Jun took the ten thousand and handed it to the mother and son. "Here, the buns I just ate are included in this."
"I can't use it, I can't use so much." The young woman who was protecting the child waved her hands repeatedly to say no.
"Take it." Liu Jun made a serious face and frowned.
The young woman was startled by this, and she quickly took the 10,000 yuan.
Through the actions of Elder Da Luomen, she also saw that this young man was a big shot. In her eyes, big shots were moody, and she did not dare to offend him.
"Hey, will the monks' conference be held tomorrow? Let me confirm the date." Liu Jun suddenly asked.
The elder's expression changed instantly. "You, you also want to attend the monks' conference?"
Liu Jun frowned, "Why, I don't count as a monk?"
"No, no, of course you count, you are also qualified to participate." The elder smiled with a smile on his face, but he was really bitter in his heart. He originally thought that this time the monk At the conference, he can show off his skills and gain the attention of the leader.
Unexpectedly, Liu Jun also participated, so why show off his skills? Saving his life is the most important thing!
"I see you are nervous, don't panic, I don't eat people" Liu Jun waved his hand, turned around and left.
The elder wiped away cold sweat and his back was soaked. Facing an evil god who could kill him at any time, he was under too much pressure. This Liu Jun doesn't eat people, but Liu Jun kills people, and his life is taken away by him accidentally.
“That’s right” Liu Jun suddenly turned his head.
The elder was suddenly frightened and stuttered as he spoke, "What do you, do you, have, something else to do?"
"It's nothing serious, I just want to tell you that this stall does it. The steamed buns are quite delicious. If I can't eat them next time, I have to ask you." After Liu Jun finished speaking, he turned around and left again.
The elder looked at Liu Jun's back and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, this bun stall will be Daluomen's canteen from now on, no one dares to touch it"
This is not a big deal, if you can sell Liu Jun a favor, that would be great.
"Remember, this stall is protected by Da Luomen, and no one is allowed to touch it! Do you understand?" After Liu Jun left, the elder immediately took out his identity as Da Luomen. The majesty of the sect elder.
"Understood" all the Daluomen disciples responded in unison.
"What about that? You sell steamed buns well. If you have anything to do, you can come to Daluomen to see me. My name is Lin Liuzhi." The elder said, looking at the young woman at the steamed bun stall.
I have never encountered this scene before, let alone such treatment. The young woman didn't know what to say, she just nodded her head.
The boy, when Liu Jun left, kept looking at Liu Jun's back until Liu Jun disappeared.
After everyone had dispersed, the boy raised his head and looked at his mother, "Mom, is this a practitioner? He is so handsome, domineering and majestic."
The young woman touched the boy's head. "The one who helped us is not only a practitioner, but also a strong one among practitioners. In the world of cultivation, only strength can be respected by others."
The boy clenched his fists, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes." I will definitely become like him, protect my mother, and make everyone respect me!"
"Okay, then Xiaojun, please do your best," the young woman said with a smile instead of hitting the boy.
Liu Jun, who had already left, didn't know that he had become a boy's idol.
For him, this is just an episode in his long life.
. . .
The next morning, at around seven o'clock, the largest square in Wucheng was crowded with practitioners who came to attend the monks' conference.
Most practitioners know the theme of this monks conference, which is to go to the dungeon.
But no one knows what exactly you need to do to go to the dungeon or how to get in.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, an old man wearing a gray robe, with gray hair and a smile on his face appeared.
As soon as the old man appeared, he attracted everyone's attention. Even the leaders of the major forces in Wucheng stood up to show their respect.
This old man is the casual cultivator who has been to the underground city. No one knows his name. Everyone respects this old man as Xiaoyao Sanren.
Xiaoyao Sanren are truly casual cultivators. They do not participate in or meddle in the affairs of any forces, and they have no relatives or friends. They are always alone and carefree.
"I heard that a young man came from the Nine Divisions recently. Is he going to participate in this conference?" Xiaoyao Sanren asked with a smile as soon as he arrived.
Everyone's expressions changed suddenly, especially Chongyangzi of the Kunlun Sect, Zhenren Daluomen Qianmu, and Abbot Kuqing of Shaolin in the Western Regions. These three people had the ugliest expressions.
Everyone knows that the day Liu Jun came, the three of them suffered a big loss and they were embarrassed.
Xiaoyao Sanren's words can easily make people think that he is rubbing salt on the wound.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Xiaoyaosanren laughed, "Don't get me wrong, I don't know the young man from the Ninth Division. The reason why I said this today is because I thought that young man would come here to participate."< br>
"Senior Xiaoyao, with all due respect, even if that money man comes to participate, you don't want to give him the qualification to participate. He is a moody devil. If he participates, there may be more casualties than expected in this monks conference." Chongyang Zi was the first to raise objections.
"Yes, this boy's temperament is unstable. If he is allowed to participate, there may be changes." Master Mianmu agreed.
"Hmph, according to my opinion, with such a demon, we should unite and get rid of him," Abbot Kuqing said with a cold snort.
(End of this chapter)