Yishan Inn, the name is quite rustic, from the inside to the outside at a glance can not get out the slightest bit of the place that makes people feel very noble, even if the post station is more elegant than this, the inn is not big, but there are a lot of people, the victory is better in the low price. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Chen Xibei's bag of more than a dozen taels of silver is still the leftover from the original purchase of firewood in Jindongliang, it is ashamed to say, it is not much better than the hungry Huazi under the window, and there is nothing else to covet the barren mountain thieves except for a small set of clothes.

By the flickering light of the candle, he lifted his waist and wore the first line of the sky, drew the sword, unsheathed, and knocked the spine of the sword with his index finger slightly, without a sound, not as good as in the past, just in response to the words of the old man Yang Huai, this sword is rusty, and it needs to be sharpened and sharpened.

The sword does not forget to give the sword, but there is no origin in the first line of the sky, and it is not like Yang Huaipei's mountain and water stream, which has a historical site that can be sung and cried, and it is enough to give it to the storyteller of the tongue lotus for two days and two nights, and it is difficult to compare with Jiang Nan's Changhong. But after all, there are little deeds of his own, and the worst thing is that he has broken Zhongli's arm, and when he is snowy and frosty in the future, he will sit on the cool stone and hold this sword, so he can tell a story or two to make money.

A line of sky, as the name suggests, takes the gap between the two mountains as the first line, and the word heaven is given by Jiang Nan unintentionally looking up at the sky, which is not difficult to listen to and not good to hear. I often hear the older generation of Jianghu characters say that naming a sword is a big deal, which is much heavier than marrying a daughter-in-law and naming a child.

The name was taken by Jiang Nan, and the sword was given by Yang Huai.

The day of the sword was a summer, Yang Huai was sweating profusely against the scorching sun on the horizon, and everyone was watching, so he gave the sword to Chen Xibei, and his memory was still fresh in his memory.

"Relying on the sword I gave you, you want to enter the rivers and lakes, and it is not a matter who you want to fight for for you."

"The sword is not as strong as it should be, but fortunately, the master is a character in Jindongliang, and it is absolutely indispensable to make up for the reputation of the sword in the future."

"This sword, with the same reason as children, would rather be broken in the battlefield than abandoned."

"The heroes in the rivers and lakes are in the ring, how can they not report their own sword name first, and quickly call it a name."

"A glimmer of heaven, a good name, the same as the sky, not the same as Tai Sui, you have to make a difference."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the name of the sword is good or not, everyone is wasted, keep the sword, at most have nothing to do to take a look at it, compared with the old man's sword, there is really too little anger of the new blood of the desolate.

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Sleep peacefully for the night.

At the end of the next day, Chen Xibei adhered to the regular costumes, sat on the bamboo couch, looked at the cool wooden table without a book, and developed the habit of studying in Jindongliang very early, and now stared at the clean wooden table, but did not know what to do.

After a while, it will be the new year, even if the sky is not yet bright, the people in the neighborhood around the inn will work early, regardless of the heavy snow, and they want to earn more silver taels as soon as possible to buy some clothes and rouge powder for their relatives.

Pushing the window and taking a bird's-eye view of the busy people under the window, Chen Xibei found that he was living an extremely leisurely life, and it was inevitable that he would not be adaptable.

I flipped over the Taiping Shenghui Fang in my hand, glanced at it a few times, and still didn't feel bored, and waited for the morning glow to shine out of the window, and then I remembered to go downstairs for breakfast.

The upstairs is strangely deserted, and the downstairs is lively.

Xiao Er is not a diligent master, after wiping the wooden table and sweeping the floor, the broom is dusted behind the door, the whole person is holding the front steps, a wet and smelly linen cloth hangs around his neck, and from time to time he rolls up his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and he doesn't dare to complain.

I thought there were not many visitors at this hour, but the inn was already full, and the stalls were about to go to the alleys outside.

Xiao Er bumped into Chen Xibei, recognized him as the young man who moved to the inn last night, and was even more worried about the heavy broken silver in the bag, and immediately smiled and said: "Guest officer, it is already full, and there are a few places outside, why don't you go outside, in fact, the outside is not necessarily worse than the inside, you see, the Jiao Bao on the bridge opposite, the yellow flower girl, is more suitable for the scene, and they are happy even if they drink porridge." ”

Chen Xibei didn't pay attention to Xiao Er's thoughts, don't look at the smile, in fact, he has practiced, otherwise how can he talk like a river exit, he looked out to find a foothold and immediately sat down, took off the grass hat and said: "Make a pot of tea, two bowls of porridge, peanuts and beans." ”

Xiao Er Nunu mouthed, reluctantly, thinking that the oil money for these two bowls of porridge with peanuts and beans was too small, and he wanted to nag, but looking at the young man's face, he didn't dare to shout, so he finally lowered his head to serve tea.

At this time, an old man pulling a horse came close from the side with a black horse that he didn't know where to grab, and went around the surroundings, and found that only this inn was full of customers, and he wanted to have an excellent reputation. ”

Chen Xibei looked at the old man at the next table, the quail clothes were knotted, the people were old and yellow, the small eyes and big white lips, and the messy black hair was sticking to a few pieces of mud, which was really more depressed than calling Huazi.

Facing Chen Xibei's gaze, the old man didn't look too far to measure the amount, grinned, and let out a burst of laughter like a yellow-haired wild dog snoring, which was uncomfortable.

But the horse was quite strange, blind in one eye, leaving a scar, I don't know whether it was a knife or a scar from his own emotional fall, and there was also a scar on the side of the horse's mouth, and from the horse's head I knew that the old man was a master who did not cherish wild horses.

Although the horse's head is ugly, the horse's hooves are carefully cultivated, every inch of skin seems to have been hit with iron, revealing a violent force, leading the battlefield is estimated to hit several war horses, in addition, only the fur is interesting, brown is not like brown, black is not black, and a little vermilion and orange orange are involved.

Chen Xibei hadn't seen it through, Xiao Er had already served tea and thick porridge, cut off his thoughts, and the old man on the side called out: "Xiao Er, give me a big bowl of noodles, and two pancakes, more oil and green onions, some chicken to chop up, and bring a jar of good wine by the way." ”

The shopkeeper is an old man up and down, and his lower lip is about to be curled. Covered in mud made of potholes, he sneered and said, "Does the old man have any silver?" I'll take it out and serve you some food. ”

The old man pondered, patted the wooden table and pointed to the old horse tied with a hemp rope behind him, and said: "Don't worry, if the old man lies to you, this old horse will leave your shop." ”

To do this line of serving tea and delivering wine, which eye strength can be bad? It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a sharp eye, the shopkeeper squinted his eyes and stood up and paced around the old horse several times, and finally slapped the horse's ass and shouted: "Okay, this horse is not bad, if you really don't have any money, just take this old horse." ”

The old man was obviously hungry and faint, and he didn't understand the old horse's temperament at all, so he touched his shriveled belly and raised his hand: "Hurry up and serve the food, if you want meat or not, you won't be short of money." ”

Xiao Er stroked his head and melon seeds, circled with linen, and blew the most popular song in the kiln, not ashamed, and ran to the back kitchen.

Poor old horse didn't say a word, and sold it to his master in a daze.

Chen Xibei chewed a spoonful and swallowed slowly, slowly, chewed for a while and a half, and the wine and meat were on the table where the old man crossed his legs. Immediately the old man saw that the old man's five fingers and chicken feet were like a large piece of greasy fat pot meat on the plate and threw it to the old horse, although the strange horse was blind in one eye, but the eye strength was still proper, and the fat meat did not land in the air, and immediately the horse's hooves took a step forward and grabbed a bite, chewing and humming over and over again, and enjoyed it very much.

"It's weird, old man, your horse still eats meat?"

Xiao Er didn't know much, stared at the little eyes, more and more felt that the horses were fresh, and he was thinking about approaching, the old horse didn't appreciate it, kicked the hooves, scared and scared, Xiao Er didn't dare to kick his hands, and looked at the old horse who continued to gnaw on a piece of fat pot meat.

The old man stuffed his mouth full of shredded meat, and said vaguely: "Hey, what a big, the old man's horse eats everything, but he doesn't eat grass, what's wrong?" ”

Xiao Er looked at it and asked, "Can you afford it?" I'm afraid that I eat a lot of broken silver every year. ”

"If you can't raise it, you have to raise it, whoever makes it run fast, I also gave it a name, Shenxing Taibao." The old man grinned, grabbed the pancakes with his bare hands and rubbed them desperately, not caring about the green onions sprinkled all over the ground, and said: "Actually, it's not too difficult to raise, what haven't you done with me all these years?" Stealing other people's pheasants, gnawing on the hare digging radishes in the mountains, once, but with a tiger consumed, dead or alive, biting the limp Siberian tiger roared and screamed, a gray head back to the cave to find its daughter-in-law help. ”

"Oh my God." The shopkeeper bit his index finger and looked at the old horse who hung his head and gnawed on the meat with ill intentions, the old man was not stingy at all, he just watched it if he liked it, and he didn't disturb him to eat and drink.

Chen Xibei drank the first half of the pot of tea on the case, the two bowls of thick porridge were not much, and he was full for seven minutes, and he couldn't eat anymore, he looked back at the horses intentionally or unintentionally, thoughtfully, and then called: "Little Er, settle the bill." ”

When the old man heard this, he was carrying half a chicken, his palms were greasy and greasy, and he was rubbing his shirt hard, screaming, and suddenly straightened up and shouted again and again: "Little brother, don't worry, look at me, I forgot to bring a sachet when I went out today, why don't you give me the money for this meal?" I can't go back and make up for you. ”

Yes, when Xiao Er heard it, he was stunned and laughed, it was clear that the poor sour man liked to make excuses, and he knew that he would play this game, so he wanted to scold a few words, but he looked at the old horse, and he was angry a lot, and said: "Old man, if you leave this horse, you will not be able to use the food money, what is the matter?" ”

"I can't do it." The old man blinked and changed into another look, it was a pity not to go to the theater, shouting and crying, his hands swayed like a pennant, and said: "I still need to rely on it in the future, I really take this horse as a horse, how to live in the future." ”

This business, how can there be a reason to suffer, and the inn is small, every penny is coolie money, Xiao Er disagreed, and refused to let the old man take half a chicken in vain, shouting: "This shop buys and sells, you can't afford to lose half a chicken in your mouth, let alone on credit, old man, otherwise you will make up enough money for food, otherwise you will be a good horse." “

The old man who was in the year of Ben Huajia smiled embarrassedly, shouted I know, put down his legs on the table, squeezed his eyebrows and looked at Chen Xibei: "Little brother, you see that this little two is about to pick up the stick, you just pay back the food money for me, I don't miss your money when I look back, people in the rivers and lakes, you have to do more good deeds and accumulate virtue." ”

When it came to doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, Chen Xibei immediately frowned, tired of these four words, glanced at the old man, kept his mouth shut, and picked up the straw.

The old man didn't care, he smirked, and when he had laughed enough, he raised his hand and shook it, and said with a smile: "Little brother Sensei Monkey is leaving in a hurry, let's see what this is first?" ”

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