Carefully stroking the blade in his hand, Zhuo Yifan was like stroking a peerless beauty, and he was faintly excited in his heart.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, and then at Xie Xiaoyun who had re-raised the wine jar on the ground, his robe was tattered, and he was unkempt, and the killing intent in Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed.

"This sword is very fond of it, is the Taoist willing to cut his love? In the next vow......"

"A stinky Taoist priest who can't even eat, why should Brother Zhuo talk nonsense with him." Tong Angong interrupted Zhuo Yifan's words and said to Xie Xiaoyun disdainfully, "Hey! Stinky Taoist! Uncle gives you the same money, how about selling this sword to my eldest brother? ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

Xie Xiaoyun, who was choked by the wine, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes to look at Tong Angong with an arrogant face, and then looked at Zhuo Yifan, who was silent on the side, and smiled slowly: "Don't sell!" ”

"Yo he......"

Tong Angong kicked the wine jar in Xie Xiaoyun's hand away, and viciously approached Xie Xiaoyun's ear and whispered: "My eldest brother is the Tianjiao of the Heavenly Sword Gate, you sold this sword, everyone is happy, if you don't sell it, this sword will naturally return to my eldest brother tomorrow, but at that time, you, hehe......"

After speaking, Tong Angong lifted the knife on his waist, revealing a hint of coldness.

"So, that's what Your Excellency meant?"

Xie Xiaoyun looked at Zhuo Yifan with a calm expression.

Being looked at like this, Zhuo Yifan subconsciously flashed a trace of uneasiness in his heart, but after all, greed still overpowered the uneasiness, he really wanted this sword too much, and the sloppy Taoist priest in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, was just a waste wood without the slightest martial arts, he simply didn't say anything, and only relied on Tong Angong to negotiate.

At this time, there were many pedestrians on the side of the street, pointing and pointing, but most of them were watching the excitement, and no one seemed to be willing to bother with this idle matter, after all, it was just bullying a sloppy Taoist priest.

"So, do you sell, or don't?" Seeing the increasing number of onlookers, Tong Angong was already a little impatient.

Xie Xiaoyun also looked at the gradually increasing number of onlookers, and said helplessly: "Since Your Excellency loves this sword of the poor road so much, then sell it to your Excellency, it has always been consistent, but the sword of the poor road has been used by yourself for a long time, if your Excellency is not used to it, I hope to return to the poor road!" ”

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed when he heard this, and made a wave of his sword: "Thank you to the Taoist for cutting your love, if you are not used to it, you will definitely return it to the Taoist." ”

"Humph! Count you as acquaintances! Tong Angong took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of Xie Xiaoyun.

Xie Xiaoyun picked up the silver, picked up another jar of wine, and drank it by himself, Zhuo Yifan and Tong Angong left with a group of people talking and laughing, and the onlookers also dispersed, everything just now seemed to be like a small pebble thrown into the lake, and the waves were not alarmed.

……

"The shopkeeper, just outside the door, the Taoist priest was slashed with his sword." Xiao Er threw the rag over his shoulder, leaned over the counter and whispered to Yun Bingqing, and then told him about the matter outside the door.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Although his sword is good, it is oily and black, and ordinary people don't bother to look at it, but there are really people who know the goods to recognize it? Yun Bingqing said softly, put down the abacus, and then asked, "Do you know who it is?" ”

Xiao Er glanced at the bookkeeper beside Yun Bingqing, and replied, "I heard that it is the Cloud Breaking Sword of the Heavenly Sword Gate, Zhuo Yifan." ”

"Oh? That fellow, with a good eye, bought such a sword for a tael of silver. Yun Bingqing suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh?" The account office behind the counter was also smiling: "At the beginning, he asked him to give me the sword, and after that, I invited him to eat and drink, but he refused, holding the sword in his hand like a treasure, saying that it was handed down from his ancestors, and today he sold it to others for one or two pieces of silver?" ”

Seeing this, Xiao Er smiled and said: "Mr. Zhuang, even if this sword is not easy for you, isn't the wine of our Yuelou not broken Xie Daochang, although the silver money is repaid from time to time, but after calculation, Xie Daochang owes almost two hundred taels, right?" ”

"Hmm! Five taels for a jar of wine, counting the ten taels of silver just now, it is already two hundred and thirty-six taels! If I want me to say that if he comes again in the evening, he will simply send him out, and Hugh will give him wine again! Speaking of this debt, thinking of the Taoist priest's cheekiness, Zhuang Yanqiao also smiled helplessly.

"Mr. Zhuang is not angry, he saved my life in Queensland, a little wine and meat, gave him it, besides, didn't you listen to Guangcai, the sword was taken away." Yun Bingqing comforted.

"I don't care if I don't care about it, it's okay, if I ask for that Zhuo Yifan when I turn around, this sword will be mine." Zhuang Yanqiao's smile became a little strange, and he subconsciously twisted the beard on his chin.

Yun Bingqing knew at a glance what he was paying attention to, sighed helplessly, and then looked up at the diners in the middle hall, and everywhere he looked, the diners were extremely excited.

"The cloud shopkeeper looked at me, and she glanced at me." A well-dressed boy picked up a wine glass, danced with his hands, and toasted in the direction of Yun Bingqing.

"Oh tui! She's obviously looking at me, you're so shameless! A fat man at the next table shouted loudly, a table of four people, all leaning on a five-foot knife in his hand.

"Where did you come from the countryside rough, with your pig-like appearance, the cloud shopkeeper can look at you?" Brother Gongzi slapped the table and got up, and several people at the same table also got up, showing unkindness.

"What? You wicker little sissy still want to do it? The fat man drank unhurriedly, but the knife slammed on the table.

"You pickled thing, how dare you insult me?" Brother Gongzi was furious, and when he saw that the little guy next to him had led the doorman to escort in, he immediately pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed directly at the fat man: "Today I will kill you thief pig." ”

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

A group of guards rushed up, the scene instantly got out of control, tables and chairs flew sideways, and a dry of diners avoided one after another, some took the opportunity to escape from the restaurant, and some watched the excitement from a distance.

"Guangcai, go and inform the patrol lord, the foot is faster." Yun Bingqing was not surprised, and ordered to Xiao Er in front of the cabinet.

"Hey, let's go for the little ones." Xiao Er, who was called Guangcai, responded exaggeratedly, flashed the broken bowl that flew quickly on his side, and ran towards the door with light steps.

"Mr. Zhuang, these damaged utensils and the diners who escaped, you have to remember them one by one, and you have to settle them well when you turn around." Yun Bingqing said to Zhuang Yanqiao on the side again.

"Don't worry, I'll remember it all." Zhuang Yanqiao smiled easily, his narrow eyes narrowed into a line, staring at the two sides fighting in the field, the pen and ink in his hand waved from time to time, and a trace of light flickered in his eyes.