The old shopkeeper was actually happy when he saw Cao Meng's hesitant move, but in the end he didn't move.

Because this is how he has grown up, the border boy who used to only be able to drink at the side of the laughing man has grown up.

Just like Cao Meng's father, who died very early, if it weren't for the dart on the way, he was hot-headed for a while, and became one of those border swordsmen who drew their swords to help each other when the road was uneven.

Saved a group of people and drove away a group of border bandits who licked blood on the bend of the knife.

As a result, eight people, including Cao Meng and his father, did not survive that night.

So he, Li Mo, didn't want Cao Meng to be like his father.

Accustomed to seeing the twists and turns of the world's hearts, the old shopkeeper Li Mo actually prefers those legendary negative sword immortals.

If you are not angry, you will take out the sword, and the mountains and seas can be flat.

Thinking about it, the old shopkeeper felt sad for no reason.

Although he hopes that his family Li Yu can also look like Cao Meng.

But if Xiao Li Yu is really like Cao Meng at the moment, he Li Mo will only be like the lonely smoke in his heart.

I don't have a taste.

Even so, the old shopkeeper still hopes that Xiao Li can live a heartless life.

The old shopkeeper suddenly noticed that the corners of his shirt were pulled back.

Turning sideways slightly, looking back, he found that it was Li Yu, who was already quite tall, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to grow to his Li Mo's chest.

Li Yu saw the old shopkeeper turn his head, and continued to pull the corner of the old shopkeeper's clothes, and the old shopkeeper bent down familiarly.

Li Yu whispered to the old shopkeeper and deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Lao Li, leave them alone, these people are not easy to mess with at first glance, let's hide to the side and watch, anyway, this restaurant is not broken, even if it is broken, don't feel distressed." ”

With a "bang", Xiao Li was left with a chestnut with fifty percent strength on his head.

It's different from the stunt of "just listening to the thunder, not the rain" that I wanted to learn before.

This time the voice was muffled, but it hurt.

But the next Li Yu didn't care about the insignificant pain in his head, after all, he and the Zhao family kid in the corner of this alley, that time they fought, the fists and kicks on their bodies were not as painful as this?

For the old shopkeeper had already turned and walked towards the wooden counter, which was almost the same height as himself.

Although the small restaurant is its own restaurant, it has two worlds.

The one in front of the counter belongs to someone else, and the one behind the counter belongs to him Li Yu and the old shopkeeper.

Li Yu, who had no reason, remembered that the old shopkeeper often read and looked through the words left by a certain person who seemed to be a scholar.

It's like the flower box hidden deep in his heart.

One is hidden in the bottom of my heart, and the other is written in a notebook.

It's just that the book is really thin, not as big as the chatter box in my heart.

However, Li Yu especially likes the old shopkeeper to read a sentence in the book.

Hide in the small building and let him wind from east to west, north and south.

Li Yu felt that this small building was not the entire Jiuxian Building, but only the square inch behind the wooden counter.

It's not big, but it's good.

Li Mo turned around, stretched out his hand and touched Li Yu's little head, and blamed himself a little, did it hurt.

Yin Pi looked straight forward as if he were nothing.

Murong Yu looked at the Yin family man in front of him who had always regarded himself as a sworn enemy, but he didn't know that he didn't take the other party in his eyes at all.

In his Murong Yu's eyes, Yin Bi was just a nephew of a later life who was spoiled by the Yin family.

It was the woman in white of the Si family behind Yin Pi who made Murong Yu have more snacks and two more looks, although it was just a few faces, but Murong Yu would never believe that this woman in white in his impression would have any unnecessary contact with Yin Bi.

Murong Yu had heard of the top three of the six main veins that had been recommended by many monks in the Heavenly Sect more than once, but in his Murong Yu's eyes, in fact, the six main veins were different from each other.

But if he had to do such a thing as picking bones in eggs, he Murong Yu would choose the top three.

His own Yiyun lineage is naturally the first to bear the brunt, not because his Murong Yu is from this Yiyun Peak, but because of the fact that he is seeking truth from facts.

As for this second one, it is naturally indispensable to lose the money jar of Chenkun's lineage Fu family.

As for the third, or even the fourth, it will definitely not be the Yin family who is in the same vein, but the one in the dusty family who has always been willing to live in the tail hanging.

It's like the unique 10,000-year-old swamp in Dongzhou, which obviously looks like a small puddle, but when you step on it, you know that it is an abyss, and the ordinary Xuanwang of the Middle Three Realms can't make a few splashes.

Regarding the transaction between the Luochen line in charge of the Si family and the Yiyun line in charge of the Mu family about the secular world under this mountain, Murong Yu just read more classics and asked more old people who were old enough.

This can be regarded as knowing one or two of them, Yiyun Yimai suffered a big loss in this mustard seed world transaction, and Luochen Yimai took a big advantage.

It's just that from some other perspectives, the loss of Yiyun's lineage is particularly worth eating, as for where it is worthwhile, if he Murong Yu's cultivation is higher, whether it is the council hall or the small ancestor hall of the Yiyun Mu family, only five wooden chairs with support are placed on it, no matter which hall or which chair is for him to sit down, it is estimated that he can roughly know how worthy of the word worthwhile is.

Approaching the square table, Yin Bi stood, bowed his head slightly, and looked at Murong Yu with a smile on his face, quite condescendingly looking down.

Said: "Yo, who should I be? It turned out to be our Mu Dagongzi, what's the matter? The comfortable days on the mountain are used to it, and those immortal brews are tired of drinking, so they come to feel the inferior days here?"

In his Yin Pi's eyes, the ordinary people under this mountain were inferior to the mountain monks like him.

Among the two mortal-looking men behind Yin Pi, the one on the right was slightly shorter, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed on his face, especially when Yin Pi was waiting for the mountain in his mouth, but he remembered something and returned to his original state.

The slight change in expression in an instant is difficult to be noticed by others.

Murong Yu raised his head slightly and glanced at Yin Bi.

With such a light in his eyes, it was as if Yin Bi was just looking at everyone else in the tavern except Murong Yu.

It's just that Murong Yu looked at Yin Bi as if nothing was the other person.

Yin Pi looked at Murong Yu, and the expression on his face was extremely gloomy.

Murong Yu picked up a bowl of wine that couldn't be tasted, and took a sip.

There was a sudden joy in my heart.

Secretly, yes, yes, it's really good wine.