"Give! Your wine! ”。

After the shopkeeper put a jar of wine on the seat of the two of them expressionlessly, he walked directly to the other table.

The man in the cloak didn't seem to care about the quality of the wine, but he lifted the jar and began to pour wine into the bowl.

He asked calmly as he poured his wine.

"How much does the old shopkeeper give you a month?".

The little girl replied, "Three taels of silver."

Three taels of silver is actually very little, and a slightly better daughter red in the jar here costs five taels of silver.

The man in the cloak put down the wine jar, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip of wine before speaking.

"Less. If you give seven lectures a month, you can earn an extra three hundred taels for the inn."

He was right.

Don't look at this little girl telling stories to guests for free in the inn.

But at the same time, the officials in the inn would also buy wine and eat meat.

After a month, it is indeed able to help the inn earn so much more money.

It's just that in the eyes of this little girl, this account is not calculated like this.

She thought about it for a moment before she spoke.

"The old man takes care of my food and housing, and he has made me worry about food and clothing. Give me another three taels of silver, and I'll be satisfied."

Three taels of silver is not a small amount in her eyes.

One tael of silver can be exchanged for ten copper coins, which is always equal to ten coins.

And a meat bun, a night of spring noodles, but only two or three copper coins.

Therefore, the Fulai Inn solved her problem of food and lodging, and gave her three taels of silver, which was already very good for a helpless little woman like her.

The man in the cloak just felt that the money was less, but he didn't want to help the other party increase his income.

He was willing to come here for a drink, but he also wanted to ask about something.

"You are not from the rivers and lakes, why do you know so many things about the rivers and lakes?"

The little girl did not immediately answer the other person's question, but leaned her face forward and grinned.

"Can you put your hat down and talk to someone, shouldn't you look at the other person?"

She wanted to see what the other person looked like, and she wanted to see the other person's eyes.

Maybe it's because he drank other people's wine, or maybe he began to let down his defense.

I saw that he slowly stretched out his hand, lifted the black hat covering his head, and showed his appearance in front of the other party's eyes.

In fact, his appearance is not exquisite, nor is he very handsome.

The messy hair was casually draped behind his head, and the circle of beard at the corners of his mouth even gave people a sense of decadence.

It's just that he has a pair of deep eyes.

And it is this pair of eyes that really attracts the little girl.

She has followed her grandfather since she was a child, telling stories everywhere.

She's seen many, many people, too.

Gradually, she learned something.

That is, as long as she sees a person's eyes, she can find something in them.

From the other party's eyes, she saw a trace of lovelessness.

She believes that people are decadent because they have a sad past.

So, she smiled and looked into the other's eyes and asked.

"There is a story in your eyes!"

Looking at the big eyes, and the two deep dimples under the eyes, the man in the cloak actually smiled.

Although there was a hint of bitterness in his smile, he smiled anyway.

He had to admit that this young girl did have an aura that could make people feel happy.

He picked up the bowl and drank it all.

He put down the bowl and lowered his head, the smile on his face calming down.

He shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

"I don't have a story. Even if there is, it can't compare to the story in your head! ”。

After saying this, I saw him continue to lift the jar and pour wine into the bowl.

The little girl put one hand on her cheek, stared at her big eyes, and began to look at each other seriously.

"You're also from the rivers and lakes, right?"

The man in the cloak lowered the jar and said calmly.

"I'm just a man of the mountains, that's all."

The little girl frowned and said, "No, I think you are better than those who listen to my stories!" ”。

The people in the rivers and lakes in the Fulai Inn are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.

But she felt that the person in front of her gave her the feeling that she was a very powerful person.

The man in the cloak smiled self-deprecatingly, and said as he picked up the wine bowl.

"What's the best way to do it?".

The little girl held her cheeks, thought for a while, and then said, "Huh? … I think you're probably as good as the people in my story."

The wine bowl touched the table, and the man in the cloak said casually.

"As powerful as the three heroes of the rivers and lakes?".

As soon as these words came out, the little girl was immediately amused.

I saw her laugh cheerfully and say, "Do you know the three people I am talking about?" ”。

She always had a feeling that maybe the other party really knew these three people, and maybe she couldn't say.

Because, the age of the other party should be in his early thirties, maybe ten years ago, the other party may also be familiar with the three heroes of the rivers and lakes.

The man in the cloak shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The little girl's mouth made a 'tsk' sound.

Then, she suddenly brought her face forward, put a hand in front of her mouth, and whispered.

"I'll tell you secretly, in fact, the three heroes of the rivers and lakes in my mind are not those three people!".

The man in the cloak said, "Who is that?" ”。

The little girl turned her face sideways and looked at the crowd around the tavern.

It wasn't until she realized that these people weren't looking at her that she turned around and whispered.

"Have you ever heard of Shi Wuwei, Su Wushi, and Master Wunian?"

As soon as these words came out, I saw the wrist in the cloaked man's hand tremble violently.

The wine in the wine bowl dripped down the other party's fingertips and onto the square table.

When the little girl saw this, she was immediately overjoyed and said, "You've heard of them too!" Is that right? ”。

She roughly calculated the age of the other party, and it should be almost the same age as those ten years ago.

She saw the other man's hand tremble as she said the names of the three men.

I guessed that this person must have heard the names of these three people.

The man in the cloak immediately steadied his hand and put the wine in the bowl into his mouth.

The cloudy wine, full of impurities, poured into his mouth and swallowed it.

He only felt that he had drunk bitterness in this bowl of wine.

He raised his head, looked at the curious girl in front of him, and said, 'I've heard.'

The little girl's heart suddenly burst into flames.

She knows a lot of stories, but she knows very little about these three people.

Most of the people who came to the inn to listen to her stories were small people in the rivers and lakes, and few people had heard the stories of these three people.

So, she was curious to know more about the trio.

"Then do you know why the three of them, ten years ago, suddenly disappeared?".

She once asked the old shopkeeper why the three of them disappeared into the rivers and lakes.

But even the people of the Mo family have no news of these three people.

She believes that if these three people have not disappeared for ten years, then they are none other than the three heroes of today's martial arts.

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