Fan Huachang had been wandering for a long time on this street that was still a little bloody, and he didn't know whether he should take that step.

Not far ahead, the big flag is bright red, and the phoenix dances on the flag for nine days, as if it is looking down on the world with its pride.

Under the big flag, seven small red flags were erected. Fan Huachang knew that this meant that Feng Wuwei had already determined seven places, and counting the leader Pei Qingzhu, there were not many opportunities left for him.

It's been four days since that big battle, and Bagua City seems to have entered tranquility again, but the hidden undercurrents in it are turbulent, making everyone feel palpitations.

When twilight fell, Fan Huachang still shook his head, turned around and walked towards a tavern on the corner.

What he lacks is not courage, but strength.

Feng Wuwei's requirements are at least a master of strength. And Fan Huachang is still a thin line away from this realm. He didn't know if he could support him to pass the review because of his little relationship with Lin Ruochen, but from his own point of view, he was not willing to accept this kind of care.

In his heart, in the ancient martial arts world, Feng Xiangwei and Feng Wuwei should be the beliefs of martial artists.

He has long been unable to find the direction of life, he wants to join Feng Wuwei, not to improve his strength, he just wants to give his lonely heart and find a home!

From the day when Lin Ruochen became famous in Bagua City, from the day when Lin Ruochen was on the red platform and slashed Zhongshan without hesitation, Fan Huachang's long-dead heart suddenly rippled. How he hoped that he could be like Lin Ruochen, he could find his own faith and shed his blood for it!

The tavern was dimly lit, and there were already more people.

Fan Huachang often came to this tavern, no matter how tired after a tiring day, he was used to finding a corner to sit down, drink a glass of wine, listen to those drunken martial artists, and reminisce about the dreams of his youth here. It made him feel like he was still alive!

Leaning on a wooden table in the corner, Fan Huachang picked up the wine glass in his hand.

A rich smell of alcohol fills the air, mixed with a mellow rouge flavor. This kind of cheap tavern, most of the people who entertain are martial artists like him, who have no identity and no future to speak of.

If you live one day at a time, you won't care about the money in your hands. Many martial artists will throw out all their belongings for a glass of liquor and a half-aged with heavy makeup. Sometimes, they even fight and squander their lives here!

Fan Huachang never participates in any of this, he is just a spectator.

Just like facing this ancient martial world, he knew in his heart that he was just a spectator.

He no longer thinks about where he came from, whether it is Hua Tianguo or the ancient martial arts world, anyway, he has no ability to interfere with all the grievances. Lock those memories in a corner of your heart, and quietly watch everything in this world, like a big show!

Some sadness, some helplessness, but this is the reality.

A woman in her thirties, twisting her waist like a water snake, entered the lobby of the tavern. The hair is tied in a bun on the top of the head, and a bright red moon flower is inserted in the hair. The loose thin shirt on her upper body couldn't stop the hot eyes of the men around her, but she didn't care, but threw out flattering eyes from time to time, giggling, causing a whistling sound.

Fan Huachang knew that the usual drama was about to be staged.

A big man laughed, stretched out his hand and took the woman who was walking by him in his arms, his rough big hand had already penetrated into the thin shirt, and the rose-red bandeau was almost broken by his fingers!

The woman exclaimed in surprise and twisted the big man's leg.

The big man laughed heroically, and with his other hand, he took out a large stack of banknotes from his pants pocket, slammed them on the table in front of him, and shouted: "Mei Niang, just accompany Lao Tzu here, this money is all yours!" ”

The woman grabbed the big man's neck with one hand, picked up the wine glass on the table with the other, raised her neck and took a big sip, and attached herself to the big man's mouth.

The big man rolled his throat, swallowed the liquor, and put his other hand under the woman's skirt.

The woman stretched out her hand and pushed on the big man's chest, got up with a smile, showed her fingers, and a banknote flew up, which was stuffed into her own bandeau by her, but she scolded with a smile: "Get out of your eggs, you earned a few bloodstained money, and you want to take advantage of the old lady?" It's better to stay and buy a coffin for your half-dead mother. ”

Twisting her waist, the woman turned around and sat on the lap of a thin old man, moved over the head that was licking her lips with her tongue outstretched, pressed it to her chest, and the residual wine in her hand fell down her neck, and her voice was so greasy that it gave goosebumps.

"Uncle Qiu, come, come to Mei Niang's place for a drink."

After rubbing for a moment, the old man was already red from his neck to the root of his ears, and the sound of saliva swallowing could be heard clearly even in the tavern.

The woman grabbed his thin hands, stuffed them into her bandeau and chuckled: "You earn so much money, if you don't spend it on Mei Niang, can you still bring it into the coffin?" Besides, your son-in-law, I am willing to spend any kind of money. Instead of cheapening his son, it's better for Lao Tzu to be happy here, Uncle Qiu, don't you say? ”

The surrounding warriors laughed, and for a while, the atmosphere of the tavern reached **. The bartender laughed, dressed like a butterfly, and poured wine for the guests.

Fan Huachang drank the wine glass in his hand in one gulp, and carefully felt the scorching heat like a knife, from his throat to his chest. He prefers to stay here rather than the big, upscale bars. At least, it seems so real.

He didn't think that the Mei Niang who wandered in the tavern all day long was more humble than those noble and elegant women who snuggled up to the powerful. Even, when Mei Niang pushed the big man away, he even had a tear drop in the wine glass without knowing it.

In the corner of the tavern, there were two neatly dressed martial artists, ordering a few side dishes, putting a pot of good wine, and drinking in peace, as if they hadn't seen this fragrant scene at all.

Fan Huachang's eyes swept over, and he didn't need a second glance at all to know that these two people were definitely coming to the tavern for the first time. He has been here for a few years, and most of the customers in the tavern are regulars, and there is no one that he Fan Huachang can't name.

Just like this Mei Niang, her husband turned out to be a guard in the City Lord's Mansion, two children, the youngest was less than three years old, and there was originally a house with a good location, which was a solid family in Bagua City.

Two years ago, somehow, the man died in the City Lord's Mansion. The news passed down, he was addicted to gambling outside, lost his house, owed a large number of gambling debts, and finally chose to commit suicide.

The captain of his guards, carrying his body, came to take over the property and belongings.

Mei Niang only glanced at the knife on his back, didn't say a word, turned around and moved into the slum with her two children. No matter how much the captain hinted at him, as long as he stayed, he was still the hostess, but she never looked back.

Then, Mei Niang forgot her name, and from that day on, she was called Mei Niang.

Because of this, the two children grew up little by little, and they did not wander the streets like wild children, but still had school, a house to live in, and meat to eat. Mei Niang's fame is also loud in this tavern.

Mei Niang climbed down from Qiu Changshun's lap, her face was already covered with a layer of redness, she was slightly panting, and under her scattered bun, fine sweat was dense.

After drinking a few glasses of wine in a row, Mei Niang was already staggering when she walked, hanging in the small bag on the crook of her arm, bulging.

"Bartender, bring the old lady a good drink. I didn't even see Brother Fan here, and let Qiu Changshun, an old immortal, take advantage of him in vain. I'm going to have a drink with Brother Fan! ”

Mei Niang staggered towards Fan Huachang, and the little bartender behind her laughed, turned over and ran towards the bar.

Nowadays, Mei Niang has become the sign of the tavern, and more than half of the martial artists in this hall are here to drink for Mei Niang, and the little bartender does not dare to offend, so he runs to pour wine.

Fan Huachang smiled, he came to this tavern every day, Mei Niang said that she didn't see him, it didn't make sense. He also knows that every time Mei Niang finishes business, he is willing to come to him and have a drink.

Unlike her and others' fragrant flower wines, she simply came to have a drink. Mei Niang felt that only in this corner, in front of this man with pure eyes but no disdain, could she be sure that she was still alive!

The footsteps staggered, and the passing drinkers stretched out their hands to her naked body from time to time, Mei Niang's eyes were like silk, and she stretched out her hand to pat these claws of Lushan, and walked towards Fan Huachang in the corner.

Passing by the two unfamiliar martial arts tables, he stumbled and didn't grasp his center of gravity, and slammed the table table crookedly. Mei Niang propped up the table with her hand, smiled apologetically, and shook her up.

A look of disgust flashed in the eyes of one of the martial artists, and he shouted loudly: "Slut, get out!" ”

The sound is not loud, but in this tavern, it is enough for more than half of the people to hear clearly.

Mei Niang paused for a moment, with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth, but she didn't make a sound, and still swayed forward.

She didn't know how many vicious words she had heard, and besides, she didn't think there was anything wrong with such an evaluation, but the sourness in her eyes would still flash in an instant, and then, she would turn back to normal beauty, her tongue spit out slightly, and she staggered forward.

Fan Huachang's heart suddenly rose with anger, scorching his reason like a raging fire, and he subconsciously stood up!

Mei Niang saw the sudden flickering fierceness in Fan Huachang's eyes, rushed forward, and said with a smile: "Little Brother Fan, are you going to get up and hug me?" Sister, tonight, I want you to be unable to stand up! ”

made a mistake in the busy, Mei Niang, who was already mixing garlic under her feet, in a hurry, tripped her right foot on the bench and fell down. In this way, it is still going to fall on this table.

The martial artist frowned, and the long knife in his right hand was sheathed and swept towards Mei Niang's waist.

"Get out of the way, don't mess up Lao Tzu's place!"

In the cold cheer, the martial artist had at least three or four percent of his strength, condensed on this sword. Not to mention a woman who has no power to restrain a chicken, even if it is a dark power grandmaster, she will be smashed on the bed by this knife and lie down for half a month!

Fan Huachang raised his eyebrows, kicked the bench in front of him away, and crashed into the martial artist's wrist!