Louwailou Inn is located on the shore of the West Lake, at the foot of the lonely mountain, which is close to the Crane Pavilion and Xiling Bridge, and is not far from the famous Yihong Courtyard in the industry, which can not only feel the beautiful scenery of the night moon in the West Lake and the sound of the pine forest in the mountains at close range, but also convenient for finding flowers and willows, and lingering among the flowers. Therefore, it has attracted countless literati and rioters to settle here. They are accustomed to being vassals and elegant, on the one hand, they often chant poems against each other, and regard themselves as talented people in the south of the Yangtze River, but on the other hand, they often sleep in flowers and willows, and evaluate beautiful women. If Chika Koizumi were a rich man, he should indeed come here to get drunk and have fun. But it's just that she's a girl, but she also dances with knives and guns, how can this get together with those young people who love dancing and writing and ink? This makes Zuo Han really puzzled.

When he came to the inn outside the building, Zuo Han first went to book an upper room. Then I came to the hall, chose a window position, and called a few special dishes of the Louwailou Inn, such as called Huatong chicken, fried shrimp, West Lake vinegar fish, etc., and planned to enjoy a big meal. Two days ago, he hid in the underground tunnel, gnawed on hard dry food, and the taste was completely gone, and he almost didn't break his teeth. Now that he sees the light of day again, of course he wants to eat and drink from the sea and comfort himself.

But Zuo Han's good mood was interrupted by a reader holding a folding fan next to him. The scholar looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with a face like white jade, a dignified appearance, and indeed a talent. But the gossip that came out of his mouth made Zuo Han's heart unhappy. The scholar pretended to be careless, glanced at Zuo Han, and said casually, "The way of the world has really changed, and even the bearded man has come to decorate the façade outside the building." What do you mean when I say we're here on purpose?" someone next to him immediately chimed in, "yes, yes." Hu Gongzi is right, the cultural circle is like this, there are few people who are unconventional, and most of those who follow the crowd. But the man quickly changed the topic, "But what does it matter? A handsome and dashing person like Hu Gongzi, who can write and martial arts, no matter where he is or where he is, is still a jade tree in the wind, and there are many admirers." And no matter how the big man gets rich overnight, he still smells of copper, and he can't change the vulgar smell. We don't need to be like these people. I'll just say one thing, just with Hu Gongzi's appearance compared to Pan An, no matter when you go to Yihong Courtyard, even if you don't spend anything, the top girl there has to take a look at us. And those big men who pick their feet, even if they spend a lot of money, they are afraid that they will not be able to buy a beautiful smile. ”

In normal times, if he heard others being so cynical and degrading himself as worthless, Zuo Han had to show his skills and teach the other party a painful lesson. But right now, he is indeed disguised as the image of a big man with his feet, and it is understandable that he appears on such an elegant occasion as the outside of the building, which is unsightly. Zuo Han could only hatefully put a shrimp in his mouth, using food to vent his resentment.

"Hahaha, Zhang Gongzi has a point. Hu Gongzi drank a cup of himself, and then said, "I have heard for a long time that the Yihong Courtyard in Hangzhou is the leader of the fireworks industry in the south of the Yangtze River, and is known for its national beauty and thoughtful service. If he doesn't see him today, he will return to the land of abundance one day, and he will not have the capital to brag. I have to go and see it at night. ”

Zhang Gongzi said with a smile, "I definitely want to go." I'm afraid that after Hu Gongzi went, he would be so happy that he forgot to go back. At that time, that Elder Xu didn't know what kind of rush he would become. ”

Hu Gongzi said disappreciably, "What's the matter." He, Elder Xu, wants to give me a look at him, and I will let him walk around without eating. People are not adulterous teenagers. I have now made up my mind to have a good time in Hangzhou. ”

The two of them said that they were happy to fly, and they didn't pay attention to Zuo Han, who was sitting next to them. But Zuo Han was thoughtful and smelled some unusual information. Judging from the conversation between the two, this Hu Gongzi is from Sichuan and belongs to the Wulin sect, but he can't even control the elders, and I heard that the current head of the Qingcheng faction is called Hu Renliang. Speaking of which, it is certain that this Hu Gongzi belongs to the precious son of the head of the Qingcheng faction. But the problem is that since Yu Canghai, the former head of the Qingcheng faction, and his cronies and disciples were slaughtered by Lin Pingzhi, who had learned the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, the Qingcheng faction, which was quite famous in the rivers and lakes in the past, immediately weakened, and its momentum was not as good as before. That Hu Renliang, who was originally a depressed disciple in the Qingcheng faction, was ordered to stay in Songfeng to watch the family and protect the courtyard because he was not treated by the head Yu Canghai, and just escaped the tragedy of destroying the door. After the death of Yu Canghai and his proud disciples, there were no tigers in Qingcheng Mountain, and naturally there were monkeys to dominate the king. Hu Renliang played the banner of revitalizing Qingcheng and established himself as the head of the Qingcheng faction, and for a time he became a laughing stock in the martial arts. But fellow martial artists pity the Qingcheng faction for this great disaster, someone can inherit the mantle, so that the Qingcheng faction will not die out of course, so no one has gone to make it difficult. Therefore, although Hu Renliang's martial arts are low, the head of the Qingcheng faction is doing steadily. Generally speaking, Hu Renliang is quite self-aware, never walks on the rivers and lakes, and even the gate of Songfeng Temple is rare to take a step. The other major sects, seeing that the Qingcheng faction was only an empty shell, of course they didn't bother to associate with it. Why is it that even the Qingcheng faction has come to Hangzhou now? Even if you want to take action against the Shanghai Gang, you don't need people from the Qingcheng faction to go into battle, right? Looking at the appearance of this Hu Gongzi who has no power to restrain the chicken, I am afraid that he is not even qualified to serve as cannon fodder, and what does the Shaolin Temple want to do when he invites the people from the Qingcheng faction to come over?

Zuo Leng watched from the sidelines, watching the two of them drinking and chatting, bragging and farting, but he also felt a little interesting. Sadly, however, the more the conversation between the two men became, the more shameless it became, and it did not provide any useful information other than to defile people's ears. After a long time, that Hu Gongzi finally lost his strength in drinking, became drunk, and began to speak incoherently. When Zhang Gongzi saw this, he had no choice but to shake his head, called Xiao Er to settle the bill, and went to help Hu Gongzi to the upstairs room to rest. Zuo Han also took out a silver ingot, threw it on the table, and quietly followed. These two wine bags and rice bags don't even have a little common sense in the rivers and lakes. Seeing that Zuo Han had followed up directly in the room, Hu Gongzi didn't know why, so he said stupidly, "This friend, this is not Yihong Courtyard, you probably went to the wrong place." As for that Zhang Gongzi, he was relatively sober, but he also looked even more stupid, and he even threatened Zuo Han, "What are you? Get out of here, or I'll have to give you a good look." ”

Zuo Han has always adhered to the principle of never moving his mouth if he can do it, and his shot was like electricity, and he pointed at the acupoints of these two people. Then on the faces of these two pigs' heads, they slapped each several times. He sat comfortably in a chair and asked the two sons with a smile, "Are you more sober now?"