Mo Laosan said: "At least, they left a praise for the past generations. Unlike this Iron Cavalry, they were in a grand and prosperous battle, but they ended up as unknown. This period of history is so silent!"

When the two saw that Mo Laosan was talking pretty well, they thought that this old man was indeed an excellent storyteller. He was moved by himself to make up stories and had a strong sense of substitution. It was not easy for a blind old man. He no longer had any difficulties in the moment, looked at each other and stopped talking.

At this time, a person on the table next to him said, "Since that's the case, how did the father-in-law know?"

Zi Yang and others looked back and saw that Uncle Li and his group had already sat beside each other at some point. A few times along the way, they met Uncle Li, and they just nodded to each other. They did not know each other. They said they were different and did not plan for each other.

At this moment, the group of people were looking at the table attentively. It seemed that they were very interested in the blind man's nonsense. I don't know how many people heard about the blind man's story. Although there were many loopholes, these people seemed to be addicted to it and seemed to feel a little unsatisfied.

Mo Laosan stretched his neck and tilted his head and said, "This guy is like a big bell, full of energy. He is not an ordinary person when he hears it, and he must be handsome..."

These words were almost exactly the same as the words he said to Zi Yang and Lao Wang just now. It seems that Mo Lao San's skill in flattering has become a routine... If it weren't for the two sides being far apart, Mo Lao San might have started to show off his unique skills!

Uncle Li and a short, burly middle-aged man with scars on his face and looked up. The two of them came over with a few dishes and a pot of wine and said to Zi Yang: "Brother, can you just put together a table?"

Lao Wang has always been disgusted with Uncle Li, thinking that he has an evil face and is not a good person. He said angrily, "You are standing here, saying no, okay?"

Zi Yang smiled and said, "My brother is kidding you, it's okay, sit down."

Uncle Li and others didn't mind, and sat down openly. The scarred face squeezed beside Lao Wang, looking indifferent. Lao Wang was about to take a break, and Zi Yang quickly stopped him with his eyes. Lao Wang snorted and moved his butt to sit next to Zi Yang. At such a table, Zi Yang and Lao Wang sat together, Uncle Li and the younger generation were one side, and Mo Lao San occupied a corner, and three people were dressed in four ways, and the scene was unspeakable.

Uncle Li waved to the waiter and asked him to serve food again. Mo Laosan was not polite, and shook his cheeks and chewed it. It seemed that he hadn't had enough food for some days. Fortunately, the price in northern Shaanxi was low. Although Lao Wang was unsure of who would pay the bill in the end, he thought these foods were not worth much. At worst, he could talk to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li poured a glass of wine for Mo Laosan and put it in front of him. Mo Laosan groped and picked up the wine glass, swallowed it down, and signaled to come back. The waiter walked over and said, "Don't listen to this blind man's nonsense. This blind man has been here for many years. He has been stealing all day long and doesn't do serious business, so he just cheats on food and drink with one mouth."

Mo Laosan finally got a chance to live a personal life. When he heard someone reveal his true feelings, he said with a mouth full of juice: "You treat the loss as a dumpling, my ancestors are also well-known..."

The waiter was generous and did not argue with him. He spat out of the window and turned his head away. He made Mo Laosan's old face look dark and purple.

Uncle Li laughed and said, "Don't be weird. Beauty is old and hero is short of breath. It's understandable that you make up some words for others to hear in order to survive..." He said this and said a sigh of relief, as if he was waiting for Mo Lao San to take the lead.

Zi Yang was very disdainful of Uncle Li’s provocation, but he hoped that this move would work and could bring out some truth from Mo Laosan’s mouth. Although he felt that Mo Laosan’s unofficial history was full of flaws, it was not like people in the martial arts world who could make it up casually, and he vaguely felt that it was not simple.

Mo Laosan was holding his veins on his neck, and he muttered in anger, "What are the tigers falling into the sun and being bullied by dogs, heroes being ridden by others, it's really terrible that the country people are not educated. My ancestors sacrificed their lives for you, and they were so frightened...

After hearing Uncle Li say this, he snorted in his nose: "The old man is blind, but his nose is smart. You are covered in fishy smell, and you are not a good thing. If you can hide it from others, you can't hide it from me..."

Uncle Li's face changed and he immediately returned to normal. Zi Yang saw all this.

Uncle Li laughed again and said, "Although the story is wonderful, there are inevitably some unrealistic things. There are many flaws in it, and it is okay to deceive the poor people in the countryside. Those who travel around the world, have experience, or have read books like the two guys, are difficult."

The Mo Laosan was almost full of food. At this time, he didn't give him any face and said, "I like to say or not, do you believe it or not."

Uncle Li said, "I like to be serious. If you can have any evidence to prove that your story is true, then... man, I have bought your wine and food this week!"

Zi Yang thought to himself, this old fox is so powerful. With Mo Laosan's appetite, he might have to eat a cow in a week. He spent so much money, it seems that he would force Mo Laosan to take out his old fortune.

When Mo Laosan heard about this good thing, he became interested and said, "I want to tell you, but it's a huge secret. I'm going to tell you, I don't know the situation of the two guys next to me. I can smell your identities."

When talking about the last sentence, he even emphasized his tone. Zi Yang thought that Mo Lao San was not simple and he could bargain. It seemed that Uncle Li gave too few benefits. He didn't have enough food for a week. I wanted to listen to more content, members, etc. - I guess Uncle Li would support him for the rest of his life.

Uncle Li smiled and said, "I am a man who is curious. If you can tell me something, I will not only care about your delicious food and drink spicy food for a week..." He lowered his voice and said, "I see that you look like this, and I have never touched a woman at some point, right? If you convince me, I will find you the best kiln in the city..."
Chapter completed!