Yu Xiaogang's Limited-Time Return (2)
The restaurant pattern on Heaven Dou City East Street is different from other restaurants.
On the street is a curved counter with several rows of coarse porcelain wine bowls.
Behind the cabinet stands a wine jar that is almost half a person's height. There is hot water in the cabinet so that you can warm the wine at any time.
Working men in short-sleeve clothes and passing merchants, doing casual work in the afternoon and evening, often took out a Copper Soul Coin, bought a bowl of turbid wine, stood against the counter, drank warmly and rested.
If you are willing to spend Gold Soul Coin, you can get good wine and good food, walk into the private room on the second floor, and sit and drink slowly. But most of these patrons are ordinary people with limited money, and they are probably not so generous.
Yu Xiaogang is the only one wearing a long gown but standing outside the counter drinking.
He is of medium build, with a skinny face and a bald head, leaving only sparse rings of gray hair on his temples, like gnawed corn cobs.
There is always a look of depression and frustration on his face, and there are old bruises on his cheekbones, from which creditor he was beaten.
The gown was originally black Gold Trial brocade, but now it has turned gray after washing, the cuffs are frayed, the collar is stained with oil, and it exudes a strange smell of old oil and sweat acid.
He always likes to quote scriptures when he talks, what [Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul] [theory guides practice].
The others were confused, so he became more and more enthusiastic, tugging on their sleeves and talking non-stop.
Just because his surname is Yu and he always likes to advertise it as "Grandmaster", the drinkers half-mockingly and half-jokingly call him "Grandmaster Yu"!
He didn't refuse. Whenever someone called him that, he would puff up his chest, as if he could really bear the words!
When Yu Xiaogang arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled.
"Grandmaster Yu, you have new bruises on your face!"
He didn't answer, just waved his hand towards the cabinet, "Warm a bowl of wine and ask for a plate of fennel beans."
Then he took out two Copper Soul Coin and pressed them on the counter.
Others deliberately shouted, "You must have gone to Goulanli again to borrow wine on credit!"
Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes wide and argued, "That's an academic exchange! There are also some down-and-out Soul Masters in the check list. I'm going to teach their Martial Soul how to practice, and I'll drink two drinks by the way, and I'll pay for it, do you understand?"
The words "[Martial Soul Mutation][Theoretical Revision]" came one after another, making everyone burst into laughter. The atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy.
I heard people talking behind the scenes, Yu Xiaogang was originally a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and had written several articles about Martial Soul Theory, and was somewhat famous in Soul Master World.
But for some reason, he fell out with the sect and was deposed by the Ye Hua leader Soul Power, and has been living in the market ever since.
Relying on the little ink he had in his belly, he initially copied documents for others and made a living.
But he has one bad habit, that is, he wants to save face!
After copying the book, I always add a few comments to make other people's designs worthless!
It seems that only his theory is authentic!
After several attempts, the number of people looking for him to work became fewer and fewer.
He has no income, so he can't help but do things like borrowing money and defaulting on debts!
Goulan paid for the wine on credit seven times.
The cloth shop is five months in debt.
Only Lao Wangtou, who sells fried cakes on the street, is enthusiastic every time.
"Grandmaster! Fresh Fried Yu Xiaogang, are you coming?"
Yu Xiaogang drank half a bowl of wine, and his skinny cheeks turned a little red.
Someone else asked again, "Grandmaster Yu, have you really studied the core theory of Martial Soul?"
He immediately put down his wine bowl and sat upright, showing an air of disdain to argue.
Others then asked, "Then how come you can't even protect your own Martial Soul, so you are easily destroyed by Night Alliance Leader?"
Yu Xiaogang froze immediately, and all the blood on his face faded away!
His lips trembled for a long time, and he muttered, "That's... that's an accident!"
"Academic research always requires sacrifices. I am here to prove it... you don't understand!"
Everyone burst into laughter again, and the sound of clinking wine bowls was full of joy.
At this time, the guys will laugh, and the shopkeeper will never blame him.
Yu Xiaogang knew that he couldn't talk to them, so he had no choice but to talk to his children.
"Do you have Soul Power?"
The child nodded slightly.
"Yes, I will give you a test."
"First Soul Ring, how many years is the limit?"
The child thought, does a person who is just begging for food deserve to take the exam for me?
Then he turned around and ignored him.
Yu Xiaogang waited for a long time and said sincerely, "Can't you just say it? I'll teach you, remember!"
"You should remember this knowledge and use it when hunting Soul Ring in the future!"
The child was funny and impatient, so he lazily replied, "Who wants you to teach me!"
"Isn't it the year 423?"
Yu Xiaogang jumped up, "Hey hey hey hey!"
"This is my theory! Do you know the Second Soul Ring limit?"
The child became increasingly impatient and pursed his lips, "But Tang San First Soul Ring, it's Thirty-Year Solitary Bamboo!"
Yu Xiaogang's smile froze.
Everyone laughed.
"You! What do you know!"
"The real Martial Soul research lies in theoretical derivation!"
"You roughnecks don't even understand [Martial Soul Mimicry Theory], how dare you talk to me about Soul Ring?"
After saying that, he actually took out several crumpled pieces of paper from his arms, which were densely written with words.
Just put it on the counter and start talking!
The drinkers laughed even more happily when they saw that he was serious.
Someone took the opportunity to take away his plate of fennel beans and gave it to the children next to him.
Yu Xiaogang was talking, and when he turned his head, he found that the beans were gone, and he immediately panicked!
Reach for that plate!
"Where are the beans? Where are my beans?"
"That's what I drink with--"
"Give it back! Give it to me!"
Grandmaster roars.
Everyone was laughing so hard that even the shopkeeper behind the counter couldn't help but look away.
Yu Xiaogang lingered for a moment, but no one paid attention to him.
He sighed, drank the last half of the bowl of wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and walked towards the door.
When he walked to the door, he bumped into two nobles in brocade robes entering.
People thought he smelled sour, so he frowned and waved his hands as if to shoo away flies.
"Go, go, don't block the way!"
Yu Xiaogang Sansan stepped aside, shrinking his neck.
The dirty gown rubbed against the door frame, leaving a streak of dust.
He lowered his head and murmured vaguely, "It's an insult to politeness" and "The world is declining."
One foot is deep and the other is shallow, disappearing into the twilight on the street corner.
But when you lower your head, you will eventually raise your head.
The moment he raised his head, he saw the figure who thought about it day and night!