Unconsciously, the old shopkeeper, who had been sleeping soundly for a while, opened his eyes again.

Li Mo shook his head and sighed in his heart, not to mention that when he was young thirty or forty years ago, it was the prime of life more than twenty years ago.

But now, Li Mo remembered a sentence he learned in his private school when he was a child, "Looking back on the past, the past is unbearable." ”

How could he, Li Mo, still be like back then.

Li Mo couldn't help but naturally deflect his head, looking in the direction of the square table in the corner, and realized that the place was not long ago, as if someone was sitting and drinking, as if he was still asking for lonely smoke.

The more Li Mo thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, and under the square table inside, there seemed to be a ranger with a knife.

Drinking his own solitary smoke in cans and cans, the key is not drunk.

Thinking about it, the old shopkeeper Li Mo unconsciously bent the corners of his mouth and laughed.

For him, where is the wine, it is obviously the silver tael of white flowers, or the kind in his Li Mo's pocket.

If this is the case, then he will be able to raise enough silver taels, and invite the best teacher in Linguan City, I heard that he is still the kind of official who has been a big official in the imperial capital, but he doesn't know who he upset, or who is in the way, so he was exiled to this side and left to fend for himself.

However, the cultural ability of that body is not fake at all.

Even the lord of the border city next door, who has been in office for the longest time and is known as Jintang Fudo Mountain, asks the old man who has been a private school gentleman every year for one or two couplets hanging on the main threshold.

So it's worth the money.

It's just that when the old shopkeeper looked at the side behind him that specially put wine embedded in the wall of the wooden cabinet, and placed it on the top three floors, from top to bottom, with five, six, and nine, a whole twenty cans of solitary smoke were arranged, and one can was a lot.

The old shopkeeper patted his head and let out a long sigh, didn't he just have a dream, and he sold several bottles of lonely smoke in his dream.

With a wry smile, the business during this period of time was really poor, so bad that he still wanted to sell two more bottles of Lone Yanlie in his dreams.

After the old shopkeeper calmed down, he remembered the burly boy who had died long before Li Yu and was called Xiao Mengzi by him, he hadn't seen that kid for a long time, and he didn't know what the situation was like recently.

But that kid can't help him, Li Mo is worried about it now, the thief kid is very capable.

Two people and a horse, dusty clothes, have gone through tosses and turns.

The man in gray leaned on the gray horse and looked at the somewhat mottled gray green city wall not far in front of him.

The young man in the green shirt on the other side directly put his hands on the horse's neck, and saw the three words of Linbian City engraved on the stone plaque in the center of the city wall, and even leaned directly on the gray horse, lying softly on the horse's side back.

The young man in the green shirt had a little chapped lips, his throat was hot and thirsty, and his voice was a little soft and collapsed: "Lao Zhan, it's a shame that you still say that you are an old Jianghu, this time you can't be wrong, you are wrong, even if you are wrong, I won't leave." ”

The gray-clothed man's face was a little embarrassed, and he smiled softly, and said conclusively: "It won't be wrong, it won't be wrong." ”

However, when he remembered the twists and turns of the previous trekking through mountains and rivers, the words of the man in gray were naturally a little empty-hearted.

He Zhan Yan is naturally an old man who has traveled under the secular mountains, otherwise the five princes of the emperor would not treat him, a martial artist who rashly joined him, as half of his own.

Of course, he Zhan Yan's set of using mountain methods under the mountain, and his tried and tested pretending to be a ghost naturally also took a lot of credit.

Just talking about the middlemen who are crawling in the secular world under the mountain, his Zhan Yan's experience in the rivers and lakes is even more high.

The gray horse with a scarred face, the two horse eyes on the left and the right squinted at one person.

The horse's eyes were full of contempt, disdainful of the light, but fortunately, the two of them were tired enough, even if they saw it, they were too lazy to care, or they were shallow in their hearts, and they were left for the time being.

The two of them rested for a while, and the border city guards at the gate of the Acropolis almost regarded Zhan Yan and Ran Lu as spies in the small country of Huang Kui, and took them back to inquire about it.

The purpose is naturally to work on the word "good".

However, the two of them rested and walked towards Linguan City.

The commander of the garrison at the gate of the city made up his mind to inquire about the two who had obviously traveled a long way.

It was indeed such an inquiry, but in the end, he let the two of them into the city with a smile on his face.

The commander of the garrison raised his eyelids lightly, looked at the two of them who were obviously a little confused and excited, and stood back in place.

A silver ingot, which is not light or heavy, in the palm of his hand, is quietly packed into the cuffs of the character.

As for the two people who were deliberately tested as Huang Kui's saucers, their identities have also been roughly determined.

The man in gray, with a full accent of the Central Plains in the hinterland of the dynasty, is naturally not misunderstood, as a veteran who was born in the hinterland of the Central Plains since he was a child, and finally spent the first half of his life on this side as a subordinate of the army.

As for the man in the green shirt, he didn't have to guess, he could ask about the strong smell of Zhumen wine, and he thought that he was also a wealthy official who had a small power in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

In today's frontier area, the three-fold town of Six-sided City, there is no shortage of this kind of child.

Why is it that this ordinary and rare son of the rich and official will suddenly gather here at this time, in fact, it is very simple, even if he has only studied for a few years, he can think of it with his feet.

The new emperor personally conquered the small country of Huangkui, which has long been no secret in the frontier areas.

Moreover, the commander of the garrison at the gate of the city also has a cousin of his maternal uncle who is a staff member in the city lord's mansion, so the commander of the garrison also knew a few days earlier that the new emperor Luan was already on the verge of the border.

Perhaps this time, the new emperor Luan, who was carrying 100,000 welders and tigers, might be galloping on the four-horse galloping official road that was specially designed for the training of the army.

Huang Kuiguo is not too strange to the commander of the guards, Mo has been there many times more than 20 years ago, when his father is not dead.

The commander of the garrison really didn't expect that Huang Kuiguo, which was famous for its beautiful scenery and peaceful culture, could have such a decisive decision among the many vassal states of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Could it be that the old king, who is especially known as the holy name, is a little mediocre, or one of the princes behind the old king, who has already secretly controlled Huang Kuiguo, and doesn't want to be the minister who bows his head and wants to raise his neck?