Ten miles east of the dry grass valley, less than three miles away from Wulin Town, there is a village called 'Zechang', although this Zechang Village is located in the middle of nowhere, but it happens that the entrance of the village is an official road extending in all directions, not only directly to the capital Yunyi and the neighboring Wulin Town.

Moreover, because some time ago, many forces recruited the villagers here to go into the valley to pick dry grass, so they opened up a sheep intestine trail that leads directly to the mouth of the valley.

It has also become the nearest populated place that came out of the valley of dry grass.

Because of the convenient transportation, most of the young people in Zechang Village, both men and women, have gone elsewhere to make a living, and will come back to see the baby when they meet the festival, and only the village where the elderly are left is generally relatively deserted, and there is only the 'Lin's Tea Shop' at the entrance of the village.

A simple log cabin, the canvas roof at the door was almost gone, and the yellow, brittle cloth was patched.

There were four or five tables at the bottom, and the only choice for them to settle down was to attract merchants in twos and threes.

Lin Ping'an is the owner of this shop, he is a little old man who is over the age of six, a little rickety, and the carving knife of the years seems to prefer to use more knives on hard-working people.

The scorched skin, coupled with countless wrinkles and scars, also made him look even older.

At the same time, this Lin Ping'an is also a poor man, his wife and Dumiao's son have left him one after another, and he has no attachment to the world and wants to die, but by mistake he met an abandoned baby girl in the place where he was looking for death.

With a soft heart, he dispelled the idea of seeking death and brought the baby girl back to raise, and took the single name of the word "Zhu".

And this Lin's tea shop has become the foundation of the survival of the grandfather and grandson, more than ten years have passed, the store has gradually had a stable resting customers, and the baby girl has also grown from the baby into a little girl.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old Lin Zhu is not very beautiful, but she also has the delicate temperament of a girl next door.

Originally, there was no problem with the relatively stable business of the tea shop to support the grandfather and grandson, but the situation changed a few months ago, and the revenue was bleak.

It's not that there are no guests, and the guests who have come in the past few months are only afraid that they will be able to top the people of the previous ten days in one day, but these people who come are very different from the previous merchants.

And today, it's another day full of friends.

Most of the strange guests carried all kinds of weapons, and many of them even wore colors on their bodies, all of them were murderous and wary of each other. So much so that although there are many people in the tea shop, it is more silent than when there is no one.

Several tables in the tea shop were wary of each other, and a tense atmosphere enveloped this small place. As time passed, table after table of guests departed, each glancing at the movements of the other tables as they left. And with weapons in hand, they are always on alert.

Only three or two people will leave a few copper plates on the table as a checkout, and most of the tables are empty except for the leftover dishes and chopsticks, and only Lin Zhu silently takes back the dishes and chopsticks and wipes the table.

The little girl was very serious, and kept looking through the cracks in the corners of the table that she was already familiar with, to see if any copper and silver had been left in them.

It just backfired, and not even half of the copper was found, except for some dust hidden deeper. On the puffing cheeks, the eyes were also slightly red, and there was a little moisture.

Lin Ping'an's cloudy eyes looked at these departing guests, his mouth slightly open, wanting to say something. But after all, he didn't spit out a word after smashing the atmosphere of this slaughter, and he could only sigh silently.

It didn't take long for the three guests at the last table in the tea shop to get up and leave.

"A few guest officers, a total of fifty...... Walk slowly!"

Lin Ping'an plucked up the courage to let the other party settle the bill, but was forced to change his head by a sharp look, and watched several people leave.

Lin Zhu, who was cleaning up on the side, finally couldn't help it, and put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand on the table, and the sound of smashing ping-pong was loud, and the chopsticks were scattered all over the ground.

The little girl said angrily: "Grandpa, they are too much, eating and settling the bill, it is a matter of course! Where did these all come from, don't look at the people who look like dogs, but they don't even want to give dozens of dollars." No, I'll have to reason with them!"

The girl angrily chased after the departing people, and before she could chase her out of the shop, she was pulled back by a crumpled hand that reached out.

"You don't want to die! Those are monks, they are all fairy-like characters, where can ordinary people like you and me provoke, they are probably not much more difficult to kill us than to crush an ant. Hurry up and say a few words, I heard that this land immortal has great skills, don't let people listen to it and cause the disaster of killing!"

The old man hurriedly stopped, and quickly dismissed the unrealistic thoughts in his granddaughter's mind.

"Woooooooooo......oo They...... What kind of bullshit are they, we are all so poor, we can finally earn some hard-earned money and still meet food...... How can there be such a hateful person!" The little girl finally couldn't help but be aggrieved, squatted on the ground and cried quietly, tears falling from her angry red face.

Seeing her granddaughter like this, Lin Ping'an was also bitter in her heart, but she could only pull her into her arms and slowly comfort her, and under the comfort of the familiar and generous palm, the girl finally stopped crying, and the remaining two eyes were red.

"Look at you like this, don't you just haven't made any money, why do you need to cry like this, you're really a money fan. Quickly wipe your snot and let the guests come and see what it looks like later. Old man Lin used an old but clean cloth to clean his granddaughter's pear blossom and rainy face, and joked with a smile.

Lin Zhu pursed his lips and said indignantly: "Hmph, if it's those people who still come, I won't entertain them, what's the big deal!" After speaking, he honestly cleaned up the remaining tableware.

Seeing this busy petite figure, Lin Ping'an smiled with satisfaction, but the smile only disappeared for a short time, and his eyebrows were furrowed, which also deepened the wrinkles on his slow forehead.

Pacing back to the shop, he squatted down with difficulty beside the counter, fumbled in it for a while, opened a secret compartment, and pulled out the contents of it.

On the palm covered with calluses and dead skin, there were a few broken silver, dozens of copper plates and some coins at this time, Lin Ping'an used his thick knuckles to open them layer by layer, counting very slowly and carefully.

"There are still two hundred and thirty-seven dollars left, if this is still the case tomorrow, this store will be closed for a while. There is not much money in hand, but saving a little money is still enough for the grandfather and grandson to stick to a year younger. He thought so.

At the same time, he looked into the boulevard, and since he saw the large fluorescent hood in the distance, there had been an endless stream of people coming from his shop, but most of them were unpaying owners.

Lin Ping'an knew that the other party was all people who cultivated the Immortal Dao Method, and he didn't dare to provoke him, so he could only suffer a loss in a muffled voice.

But he also found that there were far fewer people on the way back than there were people coming, and no one had come out of that path for a long time until the table had left.

What does this mean, although Lao Lin Tou is not a cultivator, the Tao in it is still clear.

He is timid by nature, not to mention that the entrance of this small road is guarded by monks, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. Even after the cover disappeared, he didn't dare to go in after the garrison evacuated, don't be too curious, it means that there is less possibility of death.

Therefore, he knew the fate of the monks who went to those places just by looking at this one intersection. Those who can come back are naturally the winners who have passed the cruel screening, and naturally they don't dare to talk a little bit about the checkout.

The boulevard, which had not moved for a long time, finally had some changes, which also attracted Lin Ping'an's attention. The shadows of the trees swayed, the figures flickered, the light footsteps rustled on the dead leaves between the roads, and the shade of the trees was also flashed layer by layer as the two people who came to this side approached, becoming clearer and clearer.

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