It's an ordinary inn.

The poplar table is all the same, with a few benches set up in the corner, and the wine jar is neatly stacked on the shelf next to the counter, and there is a large wine vat underneath.

There was a piece of paper pasted on the wall next to it, with five large ink-colored characters written on it: to be typed out.

The little girl in the goose-yellow dress lay on the counter with her head buried in her head, her white fingers crackling and dialing the abacus, sometimes showing a smile, sometimes frowning, and muttering a few words in her mouth.

With a towel on his shoulder, his back to the door, and one hand on his bent leg, he sat lazily on the threshold basking in the sun.

In the lobby, only a middle-aged scholar in a green shirt sat by the window, drinking alcohol.

After a while, the little girl put down her abacus and slapped the counter fiercely.

"It's lost again this month!"

The shopkeeper lazily turned his head to look at it, and then turned his head back. Every time at the end of the month, he had to come back like this, and he was no longer surprised.

The smashed pots and pans, the tables, chairs and benches that were brutally murdered, and the old flower carvings of the jars that were overturned in the middle of the month...... Oh, and the medical expenses and lost work expenses of the previous little two.

Su Muxian wanted to cry and stared at the several expenditures painted red with cinnabar in the ledger without tears, as if he wanted to poke a hole in it.

Obviously, the inn is on the right track, and in addition to these messy expenses, it can still have a small surplus, but it has extraneous branches every month, and it seems that it can't live up to its name without breaking a few teacups or folding a few benches.

Jianghu Inn.

Su Muxian looked at these four words wistfully, wondering if she would have to ask a master to change her name one day.

This broken inn doesn't know why thieves recruit martial arts people to patronize, and most of these martial arts people are short-tempered, and they often fight in the inn without saying a word. It's better to meet a measured one, if you meet someone who loves to play handsome, you can poke a hole in the solid wood table with chopsticks at every turn.

…… I don't know you people very well.

Su Muxian sighed heavily, and slammed his head on the counter with a bang.

"A bunch of silly roe deer."

……

The middle-aged scholar by the window was still drinking.

The wine is strong and burns the throat.

He looked out the window at the crowded street, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

For a long time, the pot was empty. He put down his glass in silence, did not look back, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shopkeeper, another jar of wine." ”

Hearing this, Su Muxian raised his head with burning eyes, and swept over the wine cabinet on the side very quickly, and asked fluently: "Baijiu, rice wine, yellow wine, bamboo leaves, green daughters, red flowers, pear blossoms, white ...... Which one do you want? ”

The scholar paused, and said with a wry smile for a long time: "It's still a rice bar." ”

You can't take a beating.

Su Muxian retracted his gaze with pity, and shouted at the shopkeeper who was hiding: "Jiang Yuanzhong, get up, hurry up and get the wine for the guest!" ”

The shopkeeper stood up slowly, grabbed a jar of spirits casually, picked up two wide-mouthed large bowls, and swayed towards the middle-aged scholar.

There was a muffled sound from the wine altar falling on the table, and the middle-aged scholar raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes inquiring.

Xiao Er pulled out the wine stopper, and filled the two bowls with wine one by one with heroic movements. The yellowish liquid poured into the bottom of the porcelain-white bowl with a loud bang, accidentally spilling a few drops, and blending with the dull yellow table wood.

His demeanor can be called rude, but the scholar is not surprised, his eyes moved from his face to the wine bowl in front of him, and suddenly whispered: "Everyone thought that you had gone to the Western Regions, but they didn't expect you to condescend to such a small place. ”

Xiao Er glanced back, Su Muxian was lying on the counter and fiddling with her account book, she didn't know what to say, obviously she didn't have the time to pay attention to this side.

So he said, "Everyone thinks you're in seclusion, but don't you have any?" ”

He played with the wine jar, his expression was as casual as ever, and he didn't seem to care about the "small place" in the mouth of the middle-aged scholar

"You know what I'm going to do?" The scholar asked.

Xiao Er replied: "Half of the people in the rivers and lakes know it. ”

He pushed a wine bowl in front of the scholar and said in a light tone: "The rice wine is too sweet, but it is still a strong wine." ”

The scholar took a sip of the wine bowl and praised: "It is indeed good wine." ”

Xiao Er said: "After drinking this jar of wine, you should go on the road." ”

His gaze looked through the window to the roof across the inn, where a man in a black oversuit sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, a sword crossed from his lap, seemingly waiting for someone.

The middle-aged scholar followed his gaze, and also found the man in black, and said with a low smile: "It's time to go on the road." ”

Xiao Er picked up the wine bowl and drank it up, and said, "Don't send it." ”

When the words fell, Su Muxian's urging voice immediately came from behind: "Jiang Yuanzhong, Jiang Yuanzhong!" Have you seen my new blue and white porcelain tea set? Why can't I find it? Hurry up and help me find it. ”

"It's coming, it's coming." Xiao Er answered, turned around to leave, as if thinking of something, turned around and bent his fingers to knock on the table, lowered his voice and said to the scholar: "I want to fight out." ”

The scholar paused, then smiled and bowed slightly: "Naturally." ”

……

Su Muxian poked her head out from under the counter with a dirty face, and the hem of her skirt was covered with dust on the ground

Last month, more than a dozen teacups and four wide-mouth white bowls were damaged, and then last month two sets of Ruyi moire white porcelain tea sets were broken.

Xiao Er threw the two gold coins given by the scholar on the counter, and the whole person lazily propped up on the edge of the counter, and said, "You forgot?" That set of blue and white was broken last month when a thief entered the store, where can you find it? ”

"Really?" Su Muxian looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that something was strange.

"Of course it's true." Xiao Er pointed to the two gold bills, "Put them away, the guest paid the bill." ”

After speaking, he picked up a rag, "I'll clean it up first." ”

"Is this too much?" Su Muxian looked out from behind him, and the only table with people was empty, with two empty bowls and a wine jar on the table, but the middle-aged scholar was gone.

"Eh, what about people? When did you leave? ”

Xiao Er wiped the table quickly, lowered his eyes and replied lightly, "Maybe I suddenly encountered something urgent." ”

Looking out the window again, the man in black on the roof had also disappeared.

……

Two days later, Xiao Er was dozing off on the table, and Su Muxian ran in from the door like a gust of wind.

This is not a meal, and Jiang Yuanzhong is lying on the table and dozing off alone in the lobby. Su Muxian shook his arm to wake him up, Jiang Yuanzhong yawned reluctantly, and before he could open his eyes, he heard her chirping.

"Did you hear that, did you hear that? A generation of heroes White Crane scholars were stabbed to death on the street two days ago and killed on the spot! Eh, wait, that hero's real name is Zhang Hehe? ”

"Zhang Baihe." Xiao Er shrugged the corners of his eyes, looked tired, poured a cup of tea for himself, and answered Su Muxian's question smoothly.

Su Muxian patted his head: "Oh, that's it." ”

"But let me tell you, we've seen that hero. And guess who? Su Muxian dragged out a stool and sat down next to Xiao Er, said that he was a little thirsty, took a teacup and handed it to him for him to fill it, took a sip, and couldn't wait to reveal the mystery, "Just the scholar who came to our inn to drink two days ago!" ”

Xiao Er dragged out his tone and said indifferently, "Oh. ”

"Why are you reacting like that?" Su Muxian glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and continued, "Now everyone is guessing who killed Zhang Daxia, he is strong in martial arts, and he is a well-known chivalrous and courageous person, and he rarely makes enemies. There are not many people on the rivers and lakes who can defeat him, and it is even more difficult to kill him with a sword. ”

"Maybe he doesn't have the fighting spirit himself?"

Su Muxian's eyes widened in disbelief and said exaggeratedly, "How is it possible? ”

Xiao Er shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fifteen years ago, in order to save his best friend, Zhang Baihe broke into the Medicine King Valley at night to steal the holy medicine, and killed the Queen of Medicine by mistake during the fight. Zhang Baihe has been an upright man all his life, and only this incident is his stain. Later, the matter was kept secret, but some people still knew the inside story. ”

As he spoke, his voice changed, "I heard that the couple of the Queen of Medicine had a son who was six years old when the accident happened. ”

"You're saying he's the murderer?"

"I didn't say that." Xiao Er denied, "But that kid later worshiped under Hu Xiangyu's door, calculated the time, and left the school three years ago." ”

Su Muxian nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly reacted: "How do you know so much?" ”

Xiao Er paused, and immediately said calmly: "I also heard the rumors in the rivers and lakes, and they are spread all over the street." ”

"Really?" Su Muxian was suspicious, and wanted to ask something else, but saw Xiao Er put down the teacup, looked at the door and stood up.

Almost at the same time, a timid voice came from the door of the inn.

"Excuse me, are there any rooms available?"