A small inn, three glasses of light wine, two teas.

From south to north, there are thousands of water and land routes, and the path where this inn is located is just one of them, but because of the bumpy road and the dangerous swamp, the people come and go loosely.

Outside the mottled threshold grew an indescribable old tree, with branches like a dragon, and half of its body was charred black. An old crow stood quietly at the tip, its black eyes reddened and stared at the two or three figures in the inn.

"Well, it's going to rain." Xiao Er put the towel on his shoulder, leaned against the door and looked at himself and pondered for a few sentences, the crow whose eyes turned to the branch hurriedly cursed, raised the towel and said, "Let's go!" Where did the dirty woman come from! ”

The crow did not move, until the man rushed to him in a rage, and then lazily flapped his wings twice and flew to the higher branches, still guarding the old tree with deep affection.

The guy was not tall, and he was dumbfounded when he looked at the crow standing tall, and pointed at it and scolded it for a few sentences before returning defeated.

The person on the table next to the door saw the guy's actions clearly: "Heh, I've seen people fighting, but I haven't seen people fighting birds, northerners are frizzy." ”

The man who spoke had a gloomy complexion, as if someone had greatly offended him. But when I looked closely, I found that this person's face was born like this, and he looked like someone else owed him money.

Someone at the same table was not very happy when he heard his words: "Brother Xu, you are not overgeneralizing. It seems that this person should be the northerner in the former mouth.

"Humph!"

Two inconsequential quarrels, a crow that is not alarmed, but it makes the afternoon of the coming heavy rain seem less dull and unbearable.

The guy who didn't drive away the crow turned around and saw the people in the inn, and then looked at the sky, and suddenly the depression in his heart was mostly gone. Their land basically belongs to the barren mountains and mountains, and if it weren't for the fact that their boss was a nearby hunter, they wouldn't even have this only resting place. It had rained, and there were a few more guests in the house today, and for the sake of the silver, he decided to let go of the dirty woman who was not long-eyed in large numbers, and instead served the well-dressed big families.

"Guest, you see that your tea is cold, and the small one will add you a pot?"

The guests at this table are arguably the most well-dressed of the few people here, but they are also the strangest. a dignified, fan-like son-in-law; A young knight with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the two of them looked so out of place in this remote and humble inn. After ordering some water and wine, the young knight poured himself a drink there, occasionally sandwiching two peanuts and throwing them into his mouth, looking very comfortable and casual. His companion, on the other hand, sat motionless, without saying a word, with his mouth closed and his expression stern, glancing at the young knight from time to time, twitching his face, and then continuing to stare bitterly at the oil-stained table.

The guy watched the food be served, and felt that although the boy was acting strangely, the young knight was still a normal person, so he had the courage to talk to them. As soon as he spoke, Brother Gongzi slapped him suddenly, and looked up to the sky and roared: "Lao Tzu can't hold it back!! ”

The guy was taken aback by him, and even the people at the table leaning against the door also looked sideways, and the gloomy middle-aged man who complained earlier unconsciously pressed down on his cuffs, and he pressed it, and the tall man who retorted to him was also pressed into his cuffs, and shook his head gently.

Brother Gongzi looked up to the sky and roared, but he didn't make any other moves, but grabbed the cup and poured a sip of wine to wipe his mouth, then sat down with a puff, and knocked on the bowl with chopsticks and said very proudly: "Su Bubin, the time has come, I'll win!" ”

The guy was confused, but the few people at the door were a little relieved, on the surface, it seemed that it was just a rich boy with his own escort out to play in the mountains and rivers.

The person holding the chopsticks on his sleeve looked at the side twice, and said in a low voice, "Look again." ”

Su Bujian moved the tip of his ear while eating the meat, put down the chopsticks, and slowly took out a silver coin from his arms and handed it to Song Weiwen.

Song Weiwen snatched it from his palm with a smile, touched it and threw it to the guy on the side: "Little Er, I see that the heavens can't leave today, prepare the best room." Remember, to be the best, the bad master can't live. ”

In the barren mountains and mountains, there are inns that are already an eye-opener, and they have to go to a good room, but they don't live in it?

The man complained in his heart, but looking at the silver in his hand, the big complaint turned into a smile, and he replied repeatedly: "Okay, good! The best must be given to you! ”

Pick a general among the short people on the left and right, and you can always pick out a "good" one.

Song Weiwen rarely won Su Bubind once, and she was so happy: "Su Bubin, this time we are small, and next time we want to bet, bet bigger!" If you don't speak for a day, you will make a cow and a horse for me for a day, do you think? ”

After holding it for so long, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was like a surging river, Su Bujian couldn't bear to grab a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth: "Become a big-headed ghost for you!" ”

Since they parted ways with Qin Slow in Huizhou, Song Weiwen was clamoring to see if the new first beauty in martial arts was qualified to be her predecessor Lin Su, Su Bushu couldn't wait to get rid of this burden, but Song Weiwen was born with a dog nose, and she couldn't get rid of it wherever she went.

I insisted on pestering him to go north in the direction of the capital, and when he went to the capital, he went to the capital, but he didn't think that this guy would leave the road and not go, and he would drill into the mountains and wilderness where the smoke was scarce, and he had collided with the local sect family a few times and was almost not caught and fed to the dogs.

Seeing that he was finally about to arrive in the capital, he made another mistake and plunged into this nameless mountain col, saying that he was looking for a hidden master.

Su Bujian looked coldly at the yellow sky and yellow land of this poor mountain and bad water, and couldn't guess which master had the leisure to live in seclusion here.

From the first day he met him, he knew that this person's words were going to be a fart nine times out of ten, and he let go of no trace. But outside of the □□, it is also worth believing and doubting one or two, which is very similar to Song Weiwen's senior sister in Su Bubin's opinion. That girl is also full of unreliable words, you listen to her say things like true, look back and look carefully, there is always such a layer of clouds and fog that seems to be true or false.

"Su Bubin, Su Bubin, I see that your eyes are empty, your face is full of spring, you must be thinking about which girl," Song Weiwen drank a few glasses of liquor mixed with water, and smoky chopsticks in his mouth to eat and laugh, "Let me guess, master, are you thinking about my senior sister?" ”

Su was silent.

Song Weiwen slapped the table and laughed wildly, arrogant: "Su is not bound!" I said it earlier! Is my senior sister a good girl who is rare in ten thousand, Lao Tzu asked you to show Xiàn Table Xiàn to beg for affection, and you still have a widow's face to show me Qiao? What's the matter, after seeing it, you will know how good my senior sister is! ”

As soon as he started to go crazy, he was full of energy, Su Bushu was used to it, but the other people in the inn were startled by him, and several people at the table in front of the door frowned, each picked up his baggage and got up, and the person with a broken face said coldly: "Xiao Er, find a shop bag that no one lives in." ”

There is only one shop in the inn, but there are few people coming and going, except for a few of them. The guy should be cheerful, and quickly led the few who didn't look easy to mess with into an inconspicuous wooden door next to the kitchen.

In these years, except for the idle boys, most of the people who come here are ruthless.

"Su Bubin, I sincerely advise you to plant trees and marry a daughter-in-law as soon as possible." Song Weiwen was still stunned, "The dead eunuch next to my senior sister is a powerful character, although my senior sister has a lot of eyes, but in the affairs of men and women, it can be said that a tendon leads to the end, and she does not turn a corner." I'm afraid, she was enclosed in a cage by herself and fattened up, and she didn't know that the other party had already set up the pot. ”

Su Bujian couldn't listen to it anymore when he heard this: "Steamed buns can't stop your stinky mouth?!" Sling the bull! ”

This Song Weiwen doesn't know if it's a lack of heart, how can he talk to a girl's family and a eunuch, Su Buxian felt that his mouth was full of unbearable ears, and after slapping the chopsticks and skewering a steamed bun directly into his mouth, he went to the second floor with his sword.

There was a thunderclap, and the rain that had been stuffy for a day finally broke through the dim sky in the evening, and the man arranged to stop the few good men who were not easy to mess with, and when he turned around, he saw that only the richly dressed boy and brother were left in the small hall of the inn with his back against the table, his feet on the stool, and he looked at the gray rain curtain outside the door.

It seems that the owner will not be able to come today.

He wiped the table, swung the stool, and walked to Song Weiwen's side: "Childe, aren't you going to rest?" The rain was falling urgently, no one came, and the small one was about to close the door. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the uneven row of boards by the door, and Song Weiwen looked at the rain and said, "Don't worry, little second brother." ”

Why isn't it in a hurry, it's better to close earlier and lie down in the bed early to dream about the spring and autumn season, isn't it?

The guy didn't want to offend the gold master, so he stared at him and looked at the colorless rain curtain with him, and suddenly Song Weiwen stopped the shaking stool with one foot, and said hehe: "Look, isn't this someone coming?" ”

The man looked at the rain curtain with wide eyes, he didn't see anything, but gradually, the silver silk rain curtain rippled, and the ripples slowly spread, and several gray figures from far and near, until they broke through the rain curtain, and rushed all the way into the inn.

The oil lamp that had just been lit was almost extinguished by the wind and rain that blew into the door, and after a slight struggle twice, he finally straightened his waist and stood up again.

The rain was dripping down on his coat, and the man looked at the group of uninvited guests in amazement, a little unsure whether they were sharp-hitting or robbing.

The tall man at the head took off his cloak, glanced at the guy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Er lives in the hotel." ”

……

Song Weiwen came to the room on the second floor where he and Su Bujian were located, and Su Bujian sat by the window and carefully wiped something. Song Weiwen got closer and saw that what he was holding was not his usual long sword, but a worn-out flute. The eyelets of the flute have been hairy, and a word is engraved on the end, but it is not easy to make out because of the perennial friction.

But Song Weiwen glanced at it twice, and still recognized the word, which was a cloud character with a small seal.

"Su Bubin, what do you guess I saw downstairs?" Song Weiwen said as she walked to the table and spread out a piece of paper.

Su Bujian didn't pay attention to him, because he didn't know that even if he didn't say anything, Song Weiwen would take the initiative to talk endlessly.

Sure enough, Song Weiwen picked up the pen and thought for a while while while writing, and said with a smile: "You must not have thought that the person I met is the second leader of the Liu family - Liu Du!" ”

There was a hint of smugness in his tone, but his eyes flashed with an inexplicable luster when he looked at the word "senior sister" on the letterhead.

I don't know why, maybe he had this premonition from the day Qin Slow left Shangqing Mountain, and he had a premonition that something that had been silent for many years was about to make a comeback......