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Chen Gong didn't even say hello, not even a sign, and turned to leave.

Those eyes stared at his back, the colder it became, and the hatred was like bone marrow.

"I don't know my fate." A soft snort.

But I didn't see where Mo Ming appeared from, and he was already kneeling on one knee.

A silver token was thrown down, like a feather, and smashed in front of Mo Zhiming without a sound.

"Take this token and go to the time-honored tea shop in the west of the city."

Hearing this, he put away the silver token on the ground, and the heavenly spirit cover touched it on the cold floor and retreated gently.

He didn't ask why, he didn't ask what to do in the west of the city, he always did things like this.

He doesn't care about anything else, he only does his part well, so he lives longer and is more nourished.

In the early morning, the red wheel is just hanging.

The flowers and birds in the west of the city are crackling.

Mo Zhiming, who was dressed as a businessman, came to the time-honored teahouse very early.

There are many time-honored teahouses in the west of the city, but there is only one time-honored teahouse.

There were not many people, about seven or eight people.

The teahouse is not big, with one or two floors, and there are only a dozen tables.

I didn't know that my fate was quiet, so I chose a window on the second floor, but it didn't look noisy.

There is silver to open the way, and naturally the hand will be caught

It is not unjust that this silver is spent out, and it is really quiet.

The field of vision is spacious, ordering a pot of good tea, two or three plates of small snacks, such a leisurely life, really makes Mo Zhiming's limbs feel a heart-deep comfort.

He was only twenty-five years old, but he had already walked a path that most people would not be able to walk in a word.

I have drunk the best liquor.

The most delicious food I've ever eaten.

The most comfortable bed I've ever slept in.

When he was a child, he didn't dare to think about this when he didn't have a home.

Now. It seems that everything has already been achieved.

The big butler of Huaihong Casino. Although it is only a small Huaihong casino. But no one dared to underestimate him.

This young man, who was only twenty-five years old, had a somewhat round face, a full and thick chin, and thick ears with beads, which, according to the ancient saying, was a great blessing.

Mo Zhiming had always been very steadfast in his trust in the wandering warlock's evaluation of his face.

Knowing his fate, knowing his fate, he is knowing his own life. That's why I take it for granted that I have everything I should have.

His thoughts were a little rippling, the tea was cold, and he sat down and left in a hurry after an hour.

Mo Zhifang did not have a trace of impatience.

His patience has always been good.

The smile has never been less, and it is the same for everyone.

The people who are waiting haven't come yet, the tea is cold, just change the pot.

Tasting the newly replaced hot tea, Mo Zhiming exhaled lightly, the tea was slightly hot, but he still drank it into his stomach.

Suddenly. The stomach and limbs are warm.

In autumn, Chang'an is already a little cool.

Drink some hot tea. It's really a lot more comfortable.

He drank a cup of hot tea from time to time, his eyes followed the window, looking at the traffic below, the vendors selling along the street, the sons of the family with brocade clothes and hanging swords, and the hurried subordinates, everything in the world.

Mo Zhiming seemed to be fascinated, those thick big eyes, reflecting the past figures, there were old people, children, and women, he just looked at it, watched, and time passed quietly for a long time.

After a long time, the tea changed a few more pots, and the chatting tea guests changed several batches.

Until a small footstep sounded.

I don't know how to move the roots of my ears.

But he didn't turn his head, still looking at the busy street, in a daze.

It was a thin body.

With gray hair and a red nose, he should be about seventy or eighty years old, exuding a strong smell of wine, walking a little bumpy, trembling and falling to where Mo Zhiming was.

Instead of sitting on it, he fell over like he was drunk and unsteady.

The loud noise caused by it made the other table of guests on the second floor frown slightly.

Those who can go up to the second floor are mostly quiet people, and as soon as the old man with the strong smell of wine appeared, he caused such a turmoil, and the little guy who ran the hall on the second floor hurriedly ran over.

At this time, Mo Zhiming turned his head, first glanced at the old man who smelled of wine, and then smiled gently at the little guy who ran over nervously, waved his hand and said, "This is my guest, it's okay, you are busy with your go." ”

When the little guy heard this, his heart was relieved, and he glanced at the old man with a strong smell of wine, and was a little surprised in his heart, he had been standing at the top of the stairs, why didn't he see this old man coming up?

It's strange, the little guy saluted Mo Zhiming, and thought about it as he walked, feeling more and more strange, but he couldn't figure it out.

That little guy's mind, I don't know the fate of the road, and I am not interested in knowing the way.

He only wanted to know now whether the old man in front of him was the one he was waiting for.

Mo Zhiming looked at the old man in front of him and speculated in his heart.

The old man looked around with his drunken eyes.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

Suddenly, Mo Zhiming said softly: "Old man, you are drunk." ”

The old man who was full of alcohol seemed to be really a little drunk, glanced at Mo Zhiming, and muttered, "Old gentleman, oh, who is the old gentleman?" ”

Mo Zhiming didn't care, his tone was slightly aggravated, and he repeated: "Old man, you are really drunk." ”

The old man's drunkenness seemed to have subsided, and he said to himself: "Drunk, yes, all drunk, almost mistaken business." ”

Mo Zhifang heard this, so he was a little sure in his heart and said, "The juniors have been waiting for a long time. ”

In response to Mo Zhifang, it was a big wine, and the old man said in a somewhat vague tone: "Play? Don't play, come and drink, invite the old man to drink? There is no silver taels, and there is no wine to drink. ”

Mo Zhiming's temper has always been good, and he is not angry, and his hand is gently tapped on the tea table.

"The drunkard is drunk thirteen, one of the most prestigious masters in Longxi forty years ago." Mo Zhifang suddenly said inexplicably.

"Kill the four heroes of the wolf soldier mountain, slaughter 300 people in the small soldier village, and the martial arts myth of forty years ago and disappear in a battle, I don't know if what the younger generation said is right?"

When the old man heard this, his hazy eyes seemed to be much clearer, and he put the empty wine gourd on the table, and said with a smile: "The kid has a bit of eyesight." ”

Mo Zhiming smiled even more at the corner of his mouth, and said: "The younger generation is also hearsay, the seniors have been famous for many years, and there are many rumors in the market, and the younger generations are just choosing a few points to relieve the fatigue of the seniors." ”

Drunken Thirteen heard this, smiled and said: "Even if you kid can speak, I can say a few kind words for you when I see your master in the future." ”

Mo Zhiming smiled: "Then thank you seniors." ”

But when he saw Drunken Thirteen's palm stretched out, he didn't know what he wanted, a touch of silver flashed in his hand, and the token he carried appeared in Drunken Thirteen's hand.

With the token in his hand, there is still a trace of alcohol on the body of the drunken thirteen, his eyes are deep and quiet, and he has a look.

"Now that the token has been handed over to the senior, the junior will take the lead." Mo Zhiming stood up respectfully and said softly.

Drunken Thirteen stared at the token in his hand with his eyes, waved his hand, like a fly, and motioned for Mo Zhifang to leave.

Mo Zhifang left lightly.

The other table of guests had already left.

The entire second floor of the teahouse was empty.

There are only thirteen drunk people who have not yet dissipated the smell of alcohol.

But I saw that his eyes flashed with a ray of essence.

Gazing carefully at the silver token in his hand and falling into some kind of thought.

The silver medal gradually melted in his hand until it became powder and dissipated.

After a while, he saw that he stood up crookedly, and returned to his drunken appearance.

Staggered downstairs.

When I came, I didn't know where the road came from, but when I left, I went down the stairs in a bright light.

Mo Zhiming just walked through the time-honored teahouse, and turned a corner along the street.

At a glance, a slender body suddenly attached to his body.

With a slump in his waist, although Mo Zhiming's face was indifferent, he was really shocked in his heart.

He's pretty confident in his skills.

Dozens of strong men can be easily knocked down.

And this man didn't even have a chance to see his face clearly, and the sharp dagger was already up to his waist.

"Brother, if you have something to say, why bother." Mo Zhiming is also a person who has seen the world, although he is horrified in his heart, he is extremely calm on the surface.

The slender figure seemed to be a little scared, and he didn't talk nonsense, and his palm was neatly chopped at Mo Zhiming's neck, Mo Zhiming only felt a pain in his neck, his eyes were dark, and he completely fainted.

Dragging Mo Zhiming's body, the attacker instantly broke the news around the corner.

Within a moment, the crumbling figure of the drunken thirteen appeared in front of the teahouse, but it was already a step slower, and he didn't realize it, and found a direction to leave. (To be continued......)