Chapter 116 Chapter 45 Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles

"Oh? I really don't understand what the Bridge Crossing Rice Noodles mean." "It is said that in Jiangnan in the Qing Dynasty, there was a scholar who obtained fame every year and failed every year. In order to wash away his shame, he built a small wooden house on a small island in a small lake, and he studied hard every day in it. . His wife knew the hardships of Xiucai, so she had to pass a small single-plank bridge every day to deliver rice noodles to Xiucai.Finally, the hard work paid off, and in the following year, this scholar went to high school.In order to thank his wife, he asked the emperor to name his wife's rice noodle.The emperor was very moved when he heard the story, so he named it Cross the Bridge Rice Noodles.Crossing the bridge means crossing the bridge every day. "

Yin Hui suddenly realized and nodded, and then gave Yin Hui a thumbs up: "It's amazing, you deserve to be a graduate of a college, and your knowledge is so profound." "Cut, take a look." Ouyang Xue gave Yin Hui a contemptuous look, and then picked up a discarded bridge rice noodle packaging bag from the ground: "Look at it! You illiterate, see what is written on it .” Yin Hui looked at it, mother, what was written on it was exactly the same as what Ouyang Xue said. Only then did he know that Ouyang Xue had been staring at what was written on it and memorized it.

"Rice noodles for the two of you." The young man had already cooked the bridge rice noodles and delivered them to them. Looking at the delicate and smooth Tommy Noodles that were neatly arranged, Yin Hun actually felt intoxicated, as if what he was in front of was not just a snack, but a work of art. "Prickly and stably." No longer caring about Yin Hui, Ouyang Xue ate like a hungry ghost who had been hungry for several days. "Hey, can you be more elegant." Yin Hui dissuaded Ouyang Xue, who had no time to care about these things, and finished talking and drinking the bridge rice noodle.

Yin Hui looked at the bright layer of oil floating on the bowl, frowned, then bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood into the bowl. Blood dripped on the bowl, and the oil seemed to be boiled, crackling and bouncing, and began to boil. Seeing Ouyang Xue who was eating vigorously, Yin Hui was so angry that he snatched the bowl of cross-bridge rice noodles from Ouyang Xue's hand and wanted to fall to the ground. "Yin Hui, what are you doing?" Ouyang Xue stared at Yin Hui with resentful eyes, and then stretched out her hand to eat Yin Hui's portion of bridge rice noodles.

"Don't eat, Ouyang Xue." Yin Hui glared at Ouyang Xue, and then threw the two bowls on the ground. Clap clap. The two bowls fell into pieces, and the rice noodles inside rolled to the ground, looking like the intestines of worms. "What are you doing?" Ouyang Xue jumped up, glaring at Yin Hui. Yin Hui didn't care about Ouyang Xue, but directly came to that young literary youth, grabbed his arm, and pushed him down on the table: "Tell me, why do you want to hurt people?" "Sister Ouyang Xue, help me." The young man yelled loudly, looking so weak.

"Xiaobin. Yin Hui, what are you doing, let go of Xiaobin." Ouyang Xue hurried up, stepped on the rice noodle and almost didn't fall down. "Yin Hui, stop, Xiao Bin is my godbrother, how could you treat him like this?" Ouyang Xue stepped up and wanted to pull Yin Hui away, but how could Yin Hui's strength be compared to that of a little girl like him, so Even though Ouyang Xue tried his best, he still couldn't shake Yin Hui in the slightest. He even wondered where Yin Hui got such strong power. He didn't see that Yin Hui's hands were wearing a pair of black gloves, that kind of very old black, and the black light that emanated was even close to the human eye, with a horrible smell.

That is the magic-sealing glove, which can instantly increase Yin Hui's strength by three or four times. "Ouyang Xue, don't you know you were cheated?" Yin Hui shouted angrily. "I was deceived by you." Ouyang Xue suddenly let go of Yin Hui's hand, quickly took out a pistol from his pocket, and then fixed his eyes on Yin Hui. Yin Hui noticed a strange aura emanating from Ouyang Xue's eyes, which gradually spread. He was stunned for a moment, and stared at Ouyang Xue for a long time in confusion. "Let go of Xiao Bin, or don't blame me for being rude to you." Ouyang Xue held a gun in his hand, and pointed the dark muzzle at Yin Hui's head. It was dark, and Yin Hui wanted to find out what was inside. think.

"Let go, or don't blame me for being rude to you." Ouyang Xue yelled again. Ouyang Xue is so strange at this moment, as if Yin Hui in front of him is just a passer-by, and Xiao Bin is his relative. Yin Hui looked at this strange Ouyang Xue, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth. Could it be that in his heart, he was really inferior to a small shop owner he just met? "I'll count to 123, don't blame me for being rude to you if you don't let go." Ouyang Xue began to count. Yin Hui looked at the shop owner, who was looking at himself with a smile on his face, as if he was mocking, sarcastic, and deliberately embarrassing him.

Snapped. Yin Hui's hands that were just about to dance stopped, because he felt a hot but hard thing penetrated into the depths of his arm flesh, making it difficult for him to even breathe. Yin Hui's eyes were blurred, and then he looked at his arm.A stream of fresh blood spurted out from the flesh through the clothes like a fountain, and a blood hole could be vaguely seen through the clothes, and the blood was flowing profusely. "Ouyang Xue." Yin Hui was stunned, and then let go of the hand that restrained the young man. First, he looked at the angry Ouyang Xue in confusion, then sighed, and finally turned away in a daze, even forgetting the piercing wound on his arm. heartache.

After walking two steps, he looked at Ouyang Xue again, his face was pale, his yin flourished and his yang declined, but the anger towards himself still hung on his face.Two bowls of cross-bridge rice noodles lay quietly on the ground, and the oily water that was still sizzling just now quieted down, as if feeling sad for Yin Hui. That's corpse oil!The oil and water squeezed from the corpse, smuggled in from the funeral parlor... How much he wanted to tell Ouyang Xue, but Ouyang Xue didn't even give him a chance to explain, so he just shot a gun mercilessly.Although he didn't hit the heart, he could feel the severe heartache conveyed by the heart.Covering the wound, he looked up, the sun still remained at that angle, and did not drop half a point because of his sadness, which made him feel that the world had abandoned him.

He smiled indifferently, and then exuded a burst of spiritual power, and took out the Xuan Mizhu from the bag. The white bead seemed to contain a river and lake inside. The strong wind and waves were roaring, struggling and roaring to break through the confinement of this small bead, and the turbid liquid was tumbling. Yin Hun held Xuan Mizhu on his arm, and the gusts of cold air felt like a wound hit by a bullet, and the original hot wound was not as painful as before. A golden metal lump slowly drilled out of the flesh, and then landed on the ground with a click. Looking at the distorted bullet, Yin Hui kicked him away angrily. Xuan Mizhu continued to emit a steady stream of white mist, cleaning the wound, and after a while, the pain of the wound disappeared. After tidying up the wound briefly, he walked towards Old Zhao's home. Squeak!When he came to Old Zhao Tou's house, there was a rancid smell permeating the air. This is a building bought by the old Zhaotou. It is estimated that the real estate agent has not had time to take it back. The items inside are as good as before, which finally relaxes the worried Yin Hui. It's just that no one has lived in it for such a long time, and the house is full of dust. On the table, sofa, and coffee table, there is thick dust, and there are even traces of spider webs. Looking at the familiar decorations, things have long been different. Touching the scene, Yin Hui once again thought of the kind expression of the old Zhaotou, as if the old Zhaotou was sitting quietly on the sofa and looking at himself. "Master, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. Regardless of whether the murderer of these massacres and the criminal officer who killed you are the same person, we will give you a satisfactory answer. You can rest assured gone." After three kowtows and nine bows, Yin Hui entered the bedroom of Old Zhaotou.