In the middle of the valley, there is only one attic, and the only one is a three-story attic. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This attic is an inn, originally a place stained with copper stench, and this inn has a very straightforward name: Money Inn.

Let every inch of this inn be stained with the smell of copper.

In this copper-smelling place, money is naturally paramount.

It was a strange inn, and three days before the valley had been empty, except for piles of overgrown weeds and a few shrubs.

But when the people of the money gate came, in one day, the place was already neatly tied, and there were even attics towering here, which were led into the valley and interspersed with streams through the valley.

The road is paved with bluestones, and the sides are full of bright flowers, like a paradise.

Once you've entered the inn, you'll find this inn even more strange.

Now it is the season of autumn breeze, the autumn breeze in early autumn is very cool, some people have worn thick cotton clothes at this time, but the autumn sun is also very hot, wearing so many clothes, in the day will be unusually stuffy.

But here, you don't have to worry about what kind of clothes you wear.

The temperature here is just right, even if you are wearing a thick cotton shirt, you will not feel half a minute of heat, and you will not feel the slightest cold if you are wearing a thin silk coat.

Now the sun has risen three poles, and the dazzling sunlight is shining all over the earth, making people feel dazzling.

But in this inn, the light is so gentle, like the sun that has just risen, not dazzling, but warm.

In the inn, there will be no shortage of wine, let alone delicious meals.

There are thousands of kinds of wine and thousands of dishes, but here, only if you have money, you will drink any kind of wine and any kind of dish in the world.

Casino?

It's not a casino, but it's not a place to gamble.

However, if you want to bet here, you must not bet small, and if the bet is small, the master will not let it.

Women, how can there be a lack of women on the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes without women are like a plate of delicacies without seasonings, although they can be eaten, they are very unpalatable.

Men like beautiful women, and women like beautiful women.

So as long as you have money, you will see the most beautiful sword dance in the world, feel the most charming delicate body, and hear the most moving music.

Hear this, you understand.

At the Money Inn, as long as you have money, you have everything.

If you don't have money, even the dogs that can't bark at the gate will bark at you.

The hall is boxy and separated by screens, except for the side inside.

In the center of the hall, there were nine tables, eight outside and one inside, and everyone's eyes were all focused on these nine tables, or rather, the people gathered at the table.

A man dressed in a blue cloth robe and a black cloak sat at the table in the northeast corner.

A silver spear leaked out of the cloak, a heavy and sharp silver spear, the head of which rested against the table, the blood-red tassel trembling with the gasping of his chest.

The white underwear had already been soaked, it was not sweat, let alone the wine left along the corners of the mouth, but a woman's saliva.

His blue cloth was open, revealing his white underwear, and a woman with a graceful body was lying on his chest, licking and licking through his underwear with that ruddy snake-like tongue.

The sharp tip of the spear was pressing against the woman's ribs, but she didn't seem to feel it, and there was a smile on her pretty face, and she still licked and licked hard.

This man with a gun is called Zhao Wusheng, who has a delicate gun.

Zhao Wusheng was a very tall man, burly and strong like a giant, but he had a pair of very dexterous hands

His arm was thicker than the waist of the girl who sat on his arm, but he skillfully hooked the flask with one finger, and with the slightest touch of the other, he poured himself a glass of wine.

However, when he kills with a gun, his hands become more dexterous.

Because when he usually kills people with that seventy-six pound silver spear, the spear in his hand is like a real dragon, which can be big or small, thick or thin.

In the southwest corner of the hall, opposite Zhao Wusheng, sat an old woman, who had pale hair and bent waist, and was eating.

She obviously ate a lot, the table was full of empty plates, and there were still seven or eight plates of dishes that had not been eaten, and it looked like it would take a long time to eat and eat in large gulps.

The most peculiar thing is that there are two large jars at her feet, the altars are painted with black lacquer, but the mouth of the altars is open.

When she took a bite of food, she threw a mouthful of food into the jar, and she ate a mouthful of food, and she threw down a mouthful of food in the same way.

The more she eats, the more nature she throws away.

This is a weirdo, but an extremely terrible weirdo.

Although this old woman is weird, she is not the strangest in this room.

The strangest of all is a big man sitting in the south.

He was also strong, but short, and his unkempt hair was always tied with a white cloth band.

No one knows where he is, no one knows where he came from, only that this person is not a monk, but he doesn't like to eat meat, and only eats vegetarian food.

Not a woman, but also likes men.

He is not an uncivilized savage, but he likes to wear a tiger skin and does not like clothes woven of cotton.

There was a wooden stick next to him, which was his weapon, and it also made him look more like a wild man.

But no one dared to call him a wild man, and it is said that several people who had asked him had been beaten with sticks and their brains were shattered, and they could no longer say a word.

For the dead cannot speak.

Su Shijun walked through the table and chairs, walked to the counter, took out a silver ticket from his arms, slapped it on the counter, and said, "I want two people." ”

The shopkeeper behind the counter glanced at the numbers on the silver ticket, the shopkeeper, who was already very kind, had a more amiable face, bent his waist and limbs, and asked with a smile: "Guest officer, who do you want?" ”

Su Shijun smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course it's a woman." ”

The shopkeeper smiled the same, showed a look that I understood, and said, "What kind of woman?" ”

"One is tall, one is thin, the other is slender, as if a gust of wind can blow it down, and the other has a graceful figure, big where it should be, and small where it should be small.

A delicate and lovely person, so that people take a look, they feel pity, and they can't wait to take care of it in their arms.

One looks mature and charming, with all kinds of style, so that people can't wait to pick up a gun and get on the horse immediately, and gallop well.

Is there such a woman? ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Master, are you sure?" ”

Su Shijun slapped the table and said, "Do I seem to be joking?" ”

The shopkeeper put it on the silver ticket and walked away, pulled it back without leaving a trace, and asked, "Master, what is your surname?" ”

Su Shijun smiled and said: "Don't be expensive, your surname is Su, and your name is Shijun." ”

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