In the early morning of yesterday, Shen Gui had just been taken away by Ma Liubao, and Liu Banxian walked to the street in the middle of the river with the hexagram banner in one step. This look looked like he wanted to get out of the hexagram stall, but he didn't go long before he sat on the steps at the door of the Beiquan Tea House, and he didn't pay attention to the greeting guy who was staring, and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

It didn't take long for the earth-shattering snoring sound to sound at the door of the tea house, gritting his teeth with hatred from the distraught young man. Because of this, there are many differences between Beiquan Tea House and other teahouses. In this Beiquan Tea House, from the shopkeeper to the artists who borrow money from the hall, they are all divided into accounts according to the overall proportion of income and expenditure. In other words, the business quality of the whole tea house is directly related to the actual income of each staff member and partner.

However, it stands to reason that the tea house in this world has never had a rule that forbids people to enter the door, but now Liu Banxian, who is blocking the door of other people's shops, is really out of dignity.

It is said that this person who eats with each other by fortune-telling, whether it is a monk, a Confucian, or a shaman, who does not deviate from his sect, belongs to the Changchun Huimen. There are eight trades in the Changchun Society, divided into four at the top and four at the bottom; The so-called 'golden skin color hanging, flat group and willow adjustment', this Jianghu people who live by fortune telling and fortune are the heads of the four gates, which is the so-called Golden Gate!

The reason why the disciples of the Changchun Society are divided into upper and lower four sects is that many people say that they are distinguished according to the way of expression and the elegance and vulgarity, but in fact, this statement is not accurate. People who walk the rivers and lakes, whether they are gesturing, dressing up, or dealing with the people in the government on the ground, are the most polite and decent groups. Therefore, their division of four up and four down is actually divided according to the degree of decency when making money. And this kind of Xiangshi, who can play with the "empty man (layman)" in applause with just one mouth, is obviously the most decent type, and naturally has become the leader of the Changchun Society.

This group of Jianghu artists who travel in the north and south of the Huayu continent is actually the lowest group in society. They have long been blackmailed and humiliated by government officials and even local ruffians and hooligans, which is why they pay so much attention to the word decency. The reason is not complicated: if you want to earn the respect of others, you must first respect yourself.

But now Liu Banxian, who is sitting at the door of the Beiquan Tea House, as the president of the Changchun Society, although the clothes are not broken, the whole person looks a little down, his hair and beard are unkempt, the hexagram flags have not been carefully cared for, and the calligraphy font is extremely ordinary, even slightly rusty. Judging from the appearance alone, this Kinmen Keeper and President of the General Assembly is not much different from the "Water and Gold Ministers" (poor and poorly dressed scholars) in the Kinmen.

The Beiquan Tea House is not a "teahouse in the city" (a gathering place for all walks of life to pass on news to each other)," but an elegant place that specializes in high-end tea. Now there is a "hungry" Xiangshi sleeping at the door, what is going on?

This young man couldn't help it, but when he looked at Liu Banxian who was snoring, his gray beard and messy hair, he couldn't bear it anymore. So although he raised his legs, he also used three points of strength, wanting to kick the old man awake and drive him away, so that he could continue to solicit business.

Unexpectedly, he had just exercised force on his leg, and when he was about to kick Liu Banxian's ass, he was kicked into the teahouse by a kick flying from behind him.

The young man shook his dizzy head and looked out closely. When he saw clearly who was kicking him, it was even more strange:

"Owner, this old man sleeps at the door of the tea house, how much business is disturbed! I wasn't trying to kick him, I just wanted to wake him up and put him to sleep somewhere else. Why are you kicking me? ”

This 'owner' who kicked the guy turned out to be Shan Qingquan, who had disappeared for a long time! It turned out that this Beiquan Tea House, which was kept secret by the storyteller 'Wujiang guest', turned out to be Shan Qingquan's industry!

At this time, Shan Qingquan's face was pale, and he stared at the aggrieved young man, and his whole body trembled with anger. I can't stop dripping cold sweat on my head, I was originally clean and refreshing clothes, but now I am attached to my body!

What a boldness! Just such a young man, he actually dared to raise his foot and kick a martial artist of the Heavenly Spirit Vein. If this really makes him kick it solidly, not to mention me Shan Qingquan, even if it is his own master Li Deng, and even the emperor Yan Hunt of Youbei Third Road, whether he can live until tomorrow depends on whether the other people are in a good mood.

Shan Qingquan didn't even bother to talk to this little guy, so he directly chased after him and made up for it fiercely, kicking the unlucky child out of his heel again, and then waved his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Get out!" Then he didn't look at the young man again, but took off his coat and carefully draped it on Liu Banxian, who was napping.

He didn't move after he had done everything, but just stood in the direction where the wind was blowing, and he was actually blocking the wind for him, a "poor fortune teller". And the young man who had been peeking was shocked at this time: When did this kind of fortune-teller who drew lots and fortune-telling have a high social status like this?

In less than a quarter of an hour, Liu Banxian woke up slowly, and muttered: "This person is easy to get sleepy when he is old, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep!" After speaking, he stretched his waist, turned around and saw Shan Qingquan's figure, and startled himself:

"Who are you?"

"Senior, I'm a little single~"

Shan Qingquan's hidden illness caused his voice to be weird, but except for his voice and injuries, he was a very normal middle-aged man in other aspects. When he saw Liu Banxian at this time, he forced the corners of his mouth to pull out an ugly smile, and the tone of the whole person was a little rusty and flattering, which made Liu Banxian disgusting and shocked!

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you everything? I can't cure your disease! ”

"I am the owner of this tea house...... But if you don't want to see it, then I'll try to come as little as possible in the future......"

The solution proposed by Shan Qingquan sounded a bit aggrieved to Liu Banxian.

"You're the owner? I'm afraid it's your master, Li Deng, right? ”

"That's fine! What advice do you have for your predecessors this time? If there's anything that a small order can help, just ask! ”

Liu Banxian rubbed his chin lightly, with a hint of weirdness and obscenity in his smile:

"My Xiao Shen, and your family's Le'an...... You know that, right? ”

Shan Qingquan looked at Liu Banxian's face with great embarrassment, and said hesitantly:

"After all, I'm just an clerk with a foreign surname...... It's not easy to talk about your own lady's private affairs, right? However, when the little brother Shen gets married in the future, Shan will definitely go to ask for a cup of wine......"

Liu Banxian nodded:

"Early this morning, he asked Fengjing Mansion to take away Ma Liubao...... The old man is a Jianghu person, and he doesn't know much about the messy things in your Youbei Mansion. I'm here today to ask clearly, does your master care about him? ”

When Shan Qingquan heard this, his face was quite embarrassed:

"The master explained it before. Young Master Shen's trouble this time, the people of our Prime Minister's Mansion are neither allowed to ask nor help, so we can only stand by and watch! However, the situation of our Youbei Third Road is not complicated, since it is not our prime minister's office, it must be ......"

After speaking, Shan Qingquan stopped his mouth, used his chin in the direction of the capital, made an 'um' sound in his nose, and stopped talking with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Liu Banxian nodded, then held the hexagram flag in his hand, and then pulled out an iron plug from under the bamboo pole, and threw the hexagram flag into Shan Qingquan's hand:

"Send the old man's signboard back to the Shen house, the old man has to go out to do something.

Shan Qingquan carefully looked at the iron rod in Liu Banxian's hand - this iron rod as a whole has a lot of distortions, the appearance is dark and gloomy, and there is a gap at the head of the stick, plus the two side tips brought by the gap, this appearance is like a snake letter.

"Half-immortal, what kind of divine blade are you? Tell me about the little one? ”

Liu Banxian was just about to make a move, when he heard Shan Qingquan shouting behind him, he stopped, turned his head and slapped his palms twice with the snake letter iron rod in his hand, and said to Shan Qingquan in an extremely proud voice:

"At the beginning of the old man's walk in the rivers and lakes, he often complained that the tail of the bamboo pole of the hexagram flag was not strong enough. Later, it was reformed by a skilled craftsman and used this iron rod to block the bottom of the bamboo pole. In this way, it is usually more durable and durable, not to mention the weight of weight, and it is also extremely easy to hold. ”

When Shan Qingquan heard him, he only felt that he was perfunctory, so he changed his question:

"Then you 'magic stick'...... How to use the iron rod? ”

Liu Banxian thought about it, waved it a few times very casually, put it on his back, and scratched his neck:

"I haven't thought about this either, after all, I haven't touched a guy in years. However, this iron rod had another name before the blacksmith transformed it......"

As soon as Liu Banxian said this, Shan Qingquan concentrated his mind. In his opinion, all divine weapons will inevitably flash a cold metallic luster, and according to different forging techniques, there are also a small number of divine weapons, which will be accompanied by dreamlike cloud patterns. But his iron rod, the texture is black and dull, and the color is even more messy, after thinking about it carefully, he only thinks of the legendary Xingyun iron, and it can be similar to the texture of this iron rod by six or seven points.

Liu Banxian played with the iron rod in his hand and said proudly:

"The blacksmith said that before he straightened the rod, it had a name, called a crowbar."