The three of them sat for a while, and the teahouse had already begun to come in one after another.

Sister Yu couldn't help but say sourly: "I didn't expect to come for a few days, your business is already so hot!" ”

Wang Qiushi smiled, didn't speak, to be honest, business is good thanks to Sister Yu's idea, if it weren't for her suggestion, Wang Qiushi wouldn't have recruited black tea to tell stories.

At two o'clock, the teahouse was already full, all the tables were full of people, Wucha also came, followed by Xiaomi Hu Die, and pushed Xiaomi over, Wucha said: "Boss, I brought you people, you look at the salary, not too much but not too little." ”

Xiaomi stood honestly behind Wucha and didn't say a word.

Wang Qiushi suddenly frowned and said, "I have to ask her for her consent on this matter first, and I will discuss the salary contract with her." ”

Wucha pursed his lips and said, "Then I'll go tell the story!" After speaking, he turned around and left, walked less than three steps and returned, and said in a thief's voice: "Boss, can you open a new book today?" Can "The Prodigal Son of the Border City" be said? ”

"It's only one out of you, you say?" Wang Qiushi couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"Why not?" Wucha asked rhetorically.

Wang Qiushi was speechless, and waved his hand for a long time, meaning that you are casual, Wucha immediately smiled and left, Wang Qiushi turned his head and looked at Xiaomi Hu Die in front of him, to be honest, the aesthetics of Wucha are no problem, although Xiaomi is not a beauty level of the country and the city, but it is also the temperament of a small jasper, she looks very standard, and she feels like a little sister next door.

"Did you tell you all about black tea?" Wang Qiushi sighed and asked.

Xiaomi nodded.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes."

Xiaomi's voice was calm.

"What is your relationship with black tea?" Wang Qiushi couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked, after getting along for a period of time, he found that Xiao Mi was desperately following Wucha, although Wucha always didn't have a good face for Xiao Mi, but it was not that kind of rejection, the inexplicable complexity between the two was not like the relationship between the ordinary young master and the gold worshipper. Wang Qiushi even made up gossip and came up with all kinds of strange ideas, such as: The two are actually enemies of life and death, and Xiaomi is close to Wucha to take revenge? Or Xiaomi and Wucha are from a family, and both of them are doll relatives forced by their parents? Or, Xiaomi is an orphan and a child daughter-in-law of the Wucha family? ……

However, a hint of gloom flashed in Xiao Mi's eyes, and she did not speak.

Wang Qiushi could only say helplessly: "Forget it, you go get busy!" ”

There were many people in the teahouse, and all kinds of sounds began to be very noisy, at this time, Wucha took a piece of written paper and walked under the price wall, and nailed the paper up, and there were obviously a dozen or so words written on the paper. Wucha's every move, everyone in the teahouse naturally saw it clearly, and immediately someone sitting next to the price wall immediately read it:

"The prodigal son of the border city!"

"Chapter 1: Kanto Manmado! Hey, this is a new book? ……”

As soon as the guest who read out the title of the book was surprised, the other people had already got up and came forward, and they all asked:

"Really? Got a new book? ”

"The prodigal son of the border city? It seems that the name doesn't have the sword power of the third young master, but the first chapter seems to be good, Kanto Wanmatang, this is the name of the gang......"

"Is it about gangs? Looks kind of interesting......"

Everyone discussed for a while, and finally someone asked, "Wu Shao, are you going to open a new book today?" ”

Wu Cha nodded and said, "The first scene is the eighth round of the Iron Banner Quick Sword of "The Sword of the Third Young Master", and the second scene is the first round of "The Prodigal Son of the Border City" Kanto Wanmatang!" ”

"Good! ——”

The crowd applauded, and then returned to their seats.

Wucha also sat down, patted the wood in shock, and began to say:

"Last time, I said that the little brother folded the dart flag of the Red Flag Dart Bureau, which is a great shame for a dart game, the honest man Zhang Bao of the dart head of the guard committed suicide by dereliction of duty, and the chief dart head Tie Kaicheng also had to take out the sword, and Xie Xiaofeng fought to the death, and used blood to wash away the shame of the dart board......"

"Iron riding fast sword, famous all over the world, one hundred and thirty-two serial fast swords, one sword is faster than one sword, one sword is more ruthless than one sword. As soon as Tie Kaicheng made a move, he had already stabbed out the three seven twenty-one swords, which was the first ring in the iron ring fast sword: chaotic strings, because when he used these twenty-one swords, the other party must block with a sword, and the two swords hit each other, and the sound was like a chaotic string, so this ring of fast swords is called: chaotic strings.

But now that his twenty-one swords were stabbed, there was no sound at all, because Xie Xiaofeng didn't pull out the sword, he just untied the ribbon tied on the sword, a glittering black ribbon......

"Good! ——”

As soon as the opening was a climax, everyone in the audience suddenly became excited and began to applaud the table.

"Whether it's a ribbon or a sword, in Xie Xiaofeng's hands, this is no longer an ordinary thing!" Wu Cha slapped the stunned wood, and continued: "The decisive battle has begun, Tie Kaicheng has no choice at all, there seems to be a strange power on the ribbon, which has driven his sword, he can't stop at all, and in the blink of an eye, it is the last ring of the Iron Horse Fast Sword, which is the essence of the Iron Horse Fast Sword, and the sword light flashes, and there is a faint sound of Iron Horse Jinge Battle Array!" ”

Wucha was emotional, and his voice was high-pitched, as if everyone was at the scene of the decisive battle, and then, as soon as the words changed, he began to introduce the old dart head of the dart game and the broken string style in the iron riding fast sword.

"Tie Zhongqi was very heavy in killing when he was in his prime, and he was experienced in a hundred battles, and the one hundred and thirty-two style of the chain fast sword usually only needed to use eight or nine moves, and the opponent would have been killed under his sword. If this last ring is used, it must be because the opponent must be too strong, so this ring of swordsmanship and moves are all suicide swordsmanship that does not hesitate to die with the enemy.

Every sword that pierces out leaves no room for anything, and never leaves any strength behind! Because after these two swords are stabbed, the strings have been broken, and the human sword is dead......"

Everyone in the audience also opened their eyes wide, looking at Wucha with full attention, listening to the sound in their ears, and in a short period of time, they were already immersed in the duel between Xie Xiaofeng and Tie Kaicheng, and they were silent.

"The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and in the blink of an eye, two and one swords have been stabbed, each sword is stabbed, it is like a warrior killing the enemy, brave without hesitation, its tragedy and tragedy, there is no kind of swordsmanship can compare."

Wu Cha's emotions became agitated again, and his voice became high-pitched again: "But after these twenty-one moves were stabbed, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news, because his opponent was a ribbon, and he had followed Tie Zhongqi's old department, and when he made his last move, he couldn't help but sigh, and the famous Iron Cavalry Fast Sword was finally defeated!" What everyone didn't expect was that after Tie Kaicheng stabbed out the last sword, it was a sword move, changed the sword style, and suddenly stabbed with a fluttering sword, but Xie Xiaofeng, who had been silent, shouted in a lost voice: "Okay! Good swordsmanship! ’……“

Syllable! A shock! Only the agitated voice of black tea was left in the teahouse:

"This is the swordsmanship of the invincible swordsman Yan Thirteen in the world - the Thirteen Swords of Death!"