In early spring, Kunlun is deep in the mountains. The outermost hill of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info has just experienced several fierce battles, and the traces of the battlefield are clear and dazzling. There are disciples of the Juying faction stationed at the foot of the mountain, and from time to time there will always be one or two disciples of the Wumen who are more than a dozen people to provoke.

But they were all unbeatable creatures, but in a moment they were beaten and wounded and fled, and they were scattered.

Although the enemy was really scum, the disciples of the Juying faction were also exhausted and slacked off. Sometimes they waited for the outlaws to reach the gate before they went to fight, and a group of three or five people could beat the other party to the ground and defeat Huarong.

In this majestic Kunlun Zhongfeng, there is a tavern that is as warm as spring is hidden. The drinks are available at any time, and they are delicious, and the cook's skills are good.

The people inside were talking about the Kunlun war whether they knew it or not, and even children could talk about it, and then they were refuted by the adults and hid in the corner to eat peanuts.

But this lively scene cooled down with the cooling of the war, and there were few people in the tavern today, and everyone did not talk to each other. The shopkeeper also sat behind the counter with his neck bent, with a smile on his face, looking at the diners in the lobby.

"Shopkeeper, come to a pot of tea, two catties of cooked beef." The man in the whole black robe stepped in with a gray burden on his back, his figure was long, his facial features were three-dimensional and handsome, but he had no special expression.

It was Shang Junzhu, who had been away from Zhaozhou City for a few days.

Shang Junzhu picked a table in the corner and sat down, and those eyes that followed him aside.

The shopkeeper responded happily, and immediately asked the shopkeeper, who was about to doze off, to quickly serve tea and cooked beef. At the end, he also looked at Shang Junzhu in the corner with a pair of smiling eyes, coming to the tavern not to eat wine, but to drink tea, it was really a freak.

In vain, he grew a chic and handsome skin, and the shopkeeper secretly made an evaluation in his heart, and happily watched the others go.

Shang Junzhu, who was new to the tavern, was like a firefly in the night, flashing and disappearing. He quietly ate cooked beef and drank tea, and such a strange way of eating made no one around him want to sit for a moment.

Soon, everyone was no longer curious about this man in Xuanyi who was as beautiful as a lady but as cold as a sword unsheathed. Shang Junzhu knew that no one was looking at him, so he peeked at the neatly placed wine jar on the counter.

A long, light sigh streaked across the air, sticking heavily to the jar. If someone hadn't told him otherwise, he would have wanted to take a bite.

Outside, the sky was cloudy and raining, and none of the guests in the tavern went out, and no one came in. Shang Junzhu's gaze swept over the people inside, one by one, all of them were very distinctive.

The nearest one to him was an elderly woman with gray hair and a gray turban wrapped around her head. Her braids were neatly coiled behind her head, and she was sucking the food in her wrist with her toothless mouth, and beside her lay a brown wooden stick as smooth as jade, which she had used as a crutch for many years to sharpen like this.

The other is a glamorous woman sitting by the window watching the rain in a graceful and bewitching posture, with towering clouds and pink cheeks.

There is also a pair of twin teenagers who have been playing with each other as mirrors on the table and putting them away at the same time, fourteen or fifteen years old, and Song Yu is a good age, but much more lively than Song Yu, the two have a tacit understanding, and almost every action can be synchronized.

The last one is a strong man in terrifying armor. The stiff and thick black armor covered his heart and abdomen, and on the side of the armor on his shoulders stood two iron cones about five inches long, and there were eerie pestles like fangs.

There was not even a piece of cloth on the arm, except for the muscles that were thudging and powerful. He wears two thick chains around his wrists, and his fists are the size of a teapot.

Although the figure is very fierce, this person has a very "literati" face. The delicate eyebrows, the sparse and neatly combed beard, and the green silk carefully buttoned on the top of the head with a crown of hair are not messy.

However, his face is the same as the skin tone on his body, a healthy tan.

The rain was still falling, and the old woman finished the soup and wiped the corners of her mouth. She looked at the two teenagers: "You two dolls don't keep being like this, otherwise, even your father and mother won't be able to tell each other in the future!" ”

The old man's face was kind, but his voice was hoarse, like a breeze mixed with sand, which made his ears hurt.

"Daddy and mom are clearly separated." The two teenagers spoke in unison, and even the amplitude of the corners of their mouths was exactly the same. There was only one expression on the two jade-like faces, which was a lively and bright smile.

Shang Junzhu subconsciously remembered one of his apprentices, the young man named Wei Bizhi, seventeen years old, who also had a warm and bright smile.

He couldn't help but glance at the twin teenagers opposite, both of whom were wearing purple robes and black boots. The smile in his eyes is frank, and it is the most lively and beautiful age in a man's life.

"Two naughty little dolls, if my eldest grandson were here, he would be about the same age as you." The old man couldn't help but sigh, and his cloudy gaze leaned outside, "It's a pity, it's a pity......"

The bewitching woman by the window glanced at the old and young who were talking, but she didn't say anything, but continued to turn her head to look outside. It looked like raindrops were falling on the sky.

The strong man elegantly ate side dishes, squinting his eyes from time to time to taste wine. No one was going to leave, but they didn't know if they were waiting for the rain to stop or for something else. Shang Junzhu asked the shopkeeper to renew the hot water again, and added half a catty of roast pork.

Outside the tavern, the rain continued unabated, even darkening the sky. A flash of lightning suddenly tore through the rain curtain, and the people in the lobby were silenced, and even the shopkeeper who had begun to hum a little song cut the sound in his throat.

At some point, a figure wearing a hat and a cloak stood at the door. A green dragon knife was cold in the lightning, and there were four iron rings on the back of the knife.

The glamorous woman sitting at the front was so frightened that she screamed again and again, rubbed and swung her waist and moved her lotus step lightly to hide behind a little. The man stood at the door with a long knife, then took the hat, took off his coat and put it at the door.

It turned out to be a tall, thin and tough man, and when he came in, he didn't forget to take the Qinglong knife, and a pair of ice-like eyes glanced lightly at the lobby.

As he walked, the iron rings on the back of the knife collided with each other with a crisp sound. It sounds very pleasant, but as soon as it is paired with that cold and shining knife, it becomes uneasy and chills.

The man sat down at the table against the wall, and the Qinglong knife, which was more than a person high in his hand, also leaned against the wall: "Shop, two jars of good wine, two catties of roast pork, two catties of cooked beef, five steamed buns, and three dishes of side dishes, serve them immediately." ”

"This bad weather is really panicking." He dissatisfiedly slapped off the sealing mud, took off the oil paper and drank it at the mouth of the altar. (To be continued.) )