The old store of the Hu family.

Today's little guy Mancang since the old tears plopping down and kneeling, the work is very quick, these days the inn was wrapped by those few, basically there is no work to usher in, compared to the past years extremely idle, this rare idle young man is a little unable to sit still, it seems that in this way to mix up the kindness of the shopkeeper.

He wiped the inn inside and out with the water linen, sweating profusely and not stopping, the burly middle-aged shopkeeper took a nap, and his inn took a new look, so that the sleepy-eyed middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned, sitting at the counter and looking at the diligent young guy inside and out, his expression was extremely complicated.

The shopkeeper of the Hu family was angry and laughed, and smacked his tongue: "Damn, it's not profitable, but what I said is really right." ”

The young man didn't feel ashamed when he heard the shopkeeper's laughter and scolding, scratched his head and smirked, and the footsteps sounded outside the store.

The young man looked up and saw the white-clothed guest officer carrying a long box carrying several packets of medicine bags, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Guest officer, the matter of taking the medicine is handed over to the villain, how can there be any reason to let the distinguished guest go on a trip in person?"

I saw that the man in white who stepped into the door of the store had a solemn face, ignored the young man's words, and walked forward by himself with the yellow paper medicine bag, and walked to the stairs before he came back to his senses slightly.

Junyi Gongzi was stunned for a moment, and said that he didn't need to, and walked upstairs slowly.

Leaving the two masters and servants who looked at each other, this son was still alive when he went downstairs today, how could he go to Qingji Hall and lose his soul so much?

Could it be that the Chinese doctor who was afraid of his mother-in-law really learned what kind of evil method to trap people's hearts?

The master and servant looked dazed, but it was useless to think hard about what they couldn't understand, everything was the same as usual, three meals a day to send food upstairs, and now the four guest officers lived in four rooms, and the tray became four, today is the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, and the Lantern Festival is indispensable.

Since the boy in white woke up, the young man didn't have to be held by the aunt and grandmother with a long sword around his neck, nor did he have to taste the food to test the poison in person, and the clouds in his heart a few days ago had dispersed a lot.

Coupled with the magnanimity and benevolence of today's shopkeeper, the young man Mancang has a sense of joy like re-creation of life, and these kinds of things are mixed together, which is clearly the joy and joy in the storyteller's mouth.

The young man who cleaned up the inn and rejuvenated sat next to the shopkeeper, mentioning Mr. Storyteller, the young man was slightly stunned, looked at the extremely crowded crowd outside the door, and muttered: "Why has this little gentleman rested for so long this year? Seeing that the Shangyuan Lantern Festival is about to pass, there is no trace of the little gentleman." ”

At this time, it was noon, and after morning, there were no guests who came to stay in the hotel to ask about the room, and the master and servant were also idle.

The burly middle-aged shopkeeper of the old shop of the Hu family picked up the account book and added a few strokes to the accounts of Chen Changge and several people, just as the shopkeeper said at the beginning, a few people will record a day's money for a day.

The shopkeeper drew a few strokes in a row, and the burly man's brows full of vicissitudes frowned slightly, and he snorted, crossed out a few strokes, and completely crossed out the words of the wine, sending so many every year, although there are only four martial arts guest officers this year, but the rules can't be broken, right?

Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged man frowned

picked it up, laughed and scolded: "Damn, don't work hard for Lao Tzu, I think about listening to books all day long, what the hell is the reason?"

The young man grinned, scratched his head and said, "Don't scold the shopkeeper first, that little gentleman's waking wood is patted, isn't your old man more fascinated than anyone else?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper glanced at the young man and sighed: "You guy, how good should this little clever be in the right place?"

The young man threw a bitter smile at the barn.

The shopkeeper of the Hu family looked at the crowded crowd outside the door, and sighed again, "This little gentleman is too, he is used to being lazy, and if Xian and Liu Xian Tsing Yi don't go on stage for a day, he won't go out of the stall for a day, but he is really stubborn." ”

The young man Mancang came to his senses, and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, is Xian Qingyi really so pretty?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Who did you hear that Xian Qingyi looks pretty?"

"People in the market say this, saying that Boss Xian looks good-looking, and he is no worse than the concubines in the palace. The young man paused slightly, and told all the rumors in the world.

The middle-aged shopkeeper sneered and said, "Bah!"

The burly man continued to scold: "His mother's group of rough men, I haven't seen Xian Qingyi before!"

"That Xian Qingyi's voice is one and the same, but the fat powder and the costume are so heavy, how can they see it clearly?"

The young man was confused, and said in a daze: "According to what the shopkeeper said, isn't that Xian Qingyi a beautiful woman?"

The burly man's face was full of disdain, "If you say that you are a reckless man in the market, you still don't believe it, and you will be so disappointed when you say that Xian Qingyi is not a beautiful woman." ”

The man raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Lao Tzu has two more pairs of eyes than others?

"Lao Tzu is different from your class of laymen, Lao Tzu listens to the tone of Tsing Yi, not like you, and focuses on the girl's appearance. ”

The young man smiled brightly, and was speechless.

The burly man didn't quarrel with the young man about this matter, and sighed slightly: "I don't know if the old man has found it." ”

"The shopkeeper said that he lost that old man today?" the young man shook his head slightly, and continued: "The old man has no news, and I heard that the old woman is also hanging by a thread. ”

The middle-aged shopkeeper of the Hu family's old store was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you say that that kid from his family invited Hua Yigong to go?"

Although the young man is busy today, but this chatting ability is not a day or two, in his spare time he always likes to talk to passers-by, shook his head and said regretfully: "Please go, but it seems to have returned in vain, and the people who saw it said that they had never seen the old doctor so dignified." ”

The shopkeeper of the Hu family scolded: "Dog's day, this sky and the government have never sheltered good people." ”

On the first floor, there were constant shouting and scolding, and on the second floor of the inn, three of the four trays were taken into the room, but only one was placed in place and no one paid attention to it.

The tray is a side room, in recent days, this inn has been wrapped by Chen Changge and a few people, the corridor is extremely clean except for a few people no one walks at all, it seems extremely peaceful, in the air, even the hustle and bustle rolled up when traveling is not noticeable.

Although the corridor is so quiet, if you look closely, you can detect the qi in this closed space

The flow of information is extremely fast, as if it is being pulled by someone, and the source of the traction is this side room with a tray at the door.

A young man covered in scarlet blood was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands dusted on his knees, his eyes tightly closed.

Bursts of mottled spiritual power slowly came from the sky and wilderness, and most of the spiritual energy merged into Liu Yuanshan's body, and the rest of the scattered scattered qi machines merged into the red dagger on the square table on the side.

The Yu Emperor who almost slain the first emperor of the dragon was divided into two, the Rakshasa held the yin mantle, and Liu Yuanshan held the yang mantle.

The master and apprentice under this fate have some unknown tacit understanding.

Why Emperor Yu divides yin and yang, is because of the texture of the two divine weapons, the yang is extremely strong, and the man in black and the appearance of dying on the official road of Tongjin are quite similar, the yin and the power of the rakshasa are faintly compatible.

Because of this, Shen Anzhi will have one yin and two stalks, and the master and apprentice will each hold a handle.

The Yin and Yang Twin Claws have been handed down for 700 years, during which they have been seized by many masters of the rivers and lakes, but it is the first time that they have been baptized by the blood of the master and apprentice at the same time.

Now this world-shaking evil weapon is becoming more and more psychic, and after swearing by blood, this move is the slightest, and both claws are with the two of them.

Now, Liu Yuanshan has practiced the Rakshasa exercises, and the same is true of the Yin and Yang Twin Claws, nourishing his body with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and injecting a more powerful edge into the rare aura in this world.

Liu Yuanshan's surging thoughts in his heart have been interrupted since he returned to the inn on the fifth watch today, and he originally wanted to slap himself a few hard times to distinguish the dream, but he still couldn't do it after thinking about it for a long time, and he couldn't take out the courage of Tuoba Yan, a one-eared boy in the north who fought in the official road of Tongjin that day.

Carefully pressed the wound that had burst yesterday because of many ups and downs, and grinned at the severe pain to realize that everything last night was not a dream.

If this person's heart is small, it is not easy to sleep if it is stained with some joy, anger and sorrow, when he was in Xiongzhou as soon as possible, Liu Yuanshan was extremely greedy for money and lustful, and his heart was not big, although this trip to Tianmen had changed, but the old saying that the country is easy to change and difficult to change is the final conclusion for the young master of the Liu family to cover the coffin.

No matter how depressed Ren is, the feeling of excitement in his heart always lingers.

Simply, if you can't sleep, you won't sleep, Liu Yuanshan condensed his luck according to the words of the Rakshasa that he had admired for a long time and now suddenly, and experienced the taste of martial arts for the first time.

There is a world of difference between martial arts and martial arts, and at best Xi Wu is a mountain and wild man who is good at using knives, and martial arts is truly mysterious.

When Liu Yuanshan first entered the meditation, the appearance of the yin and yang twin claws rotating rapidly in the moonlight appeared in the man's mind at all times, as if it was that turn, and the deep taste of the world was turned out.

The more this happens, the more silent the mind becomes.

At noon, the hustle and bustle of the morning in Jianyang Mansion came to an end, and the two meat shops and noodle restaurants on the roadside were almost overcrowded.

The faces of the people on the streets who took advantage of the situation to set up stalls to make a living had mixed expressions of joy, some people sold the goods they brought in the future tense, and they were counting their fingers to study when to go home, while others looked at the utensils in front of them that few people looked at in a daze.

Among the three religions and nine streams, this Jianghu show is not a show of face, it is all for the sake of begging for a livelihood and to fill the stomach.