The four kinds of monks, nuns, and beggars are all people who are not liked by ordinary people, but they are generally people who do not want to be provoked.

Therefore, when the two of them came over, the faces of the guys in the store were pulled down at that time, but they were not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he greeted the person to a table with a stiff face, and greeted him impatiently.

"Bang" The man put a piece of silver horn on the table, and the man's face immediately changed, and he was much more diligent in wiping the table.

"I said sir, you two need something. Don't look at our small shop, braised beef is a must, and other side dishes, as long as they are in season, can also be made for you first. Would you like to bring you a pot of wine, two plates of peanuts, and a pot of braised beef?

We are all ancestral secret recipes, no matter what the guests want to eat. ”

The Taoist priest did not speak, but the beggar with white hair and white beard said, "We just smelled the smell, so let's do as you say, hurry up." ”

"Okay," the man shouted as he put away the towel that was wiping the table, "a pot of wine, two plates of peanuts, and a pot of braised beef." ”

The voice was subdued, not like announcing the name of the dish, but like a folk song in some place.

At this time, there were four or five tables in this restaurant at the entrance of the village, and there were only three tables with people sitting at the table, and the rest were waiting at the door to take away the beef.

Of the three tables of guests, one table is Gu Qiu, Xu Ying, Zhao Hongfei, red beans and green bamboo, and the other table is Xue Shutian, who came out of his own initiative.

The rest of the table, naturally, was the Dao and the beggar.

The guy originally thought that the two of them would be arranged in the most corner position, so that it would not be too eye-catching, and it would not affect other passers-by to get out of the car to buy food.

Who would have thought, but these two people didn't stop at all, and it can't be said that they didn't stop, they talked too energetically, and people at several tables could listen to it.

Even some people who originally just wanted to pack and take away the food changed their minds and stayed in the restaurant to sit and eat.

What are you talking about......

The beggar took a sip of wine and began to talk: "If you want to say that among the several families in Jiangnan, Zhao, Gu, Wang, and Xie are the most famous. When Xiao Lao'er went to Gusu the year before last, he passed by the Zhao family. Obediently, Zhao Guogong's east and west mansions occupy a whole street, a full five miles. ”

The other two tables of guests stopped by with envious expressions in their eyes, and wanted to listen to the beggar continue.

Zhao Hongfei was noncommittal, Gu Qiu's eyes were a little strange, he looked at the pigtail for a while, and looked at his cousin Zhao Hongfei with bad intentions for a while.

"No, no, Zhao Guogong's eastern and western mansions are now sparse, and they can't compare to the previous situation."

The beggar stared at the Taoist who was eating at the same table with him, and almost threw his chopsticks and left, "You will be nonsense."

Although there is no one in front of the gate of the east and west mansions, but looking at it through the wall, the pavilions and pavilions inside, the carved beams and painted buildings, are beautiful, and the back garden is also full of trees and rocks, which are scattered, where is it like a decayed home? ”

The guests who stopped at the two tables ordered a few more dishes and a few pots of wine, and began to listen carefully to the conversation between the beggar and the Taoist priest.

Gu Qiu had already sat down beside the pigtails, and used a clean handkerchief to wipe off the rice grains and soup stains sticking to his face and clothes.

The pigtails are very cooperative, but the mouth is pouting.

On the table here, Qingzhu and Hongdou had finished eating early, one went to the carriage to wait, and Hongdou went to the kitchen door to prepare something to eat on the way.

Zhao Hongfei didn't move at all, as if the conversation between the two had nothing to do with him. Xu Ying was very curious, listening to the conversation between the Taoist and the beggar.

She wanted to know why Zhao Hongfei was obviously from Qingshan County, Luzhou, why after becoming an official at that time, he took special care of Zhao Guogong and the two mansions of Gusu.

The Taoist priest continued: "You old man, you have traveled from south to north, and you have even been to places like the Celestial Planet Tower, and you have seen the five products and four realms of martial arts, why is it so unpopular." ”

The old beggar was not annoyed when he heard this, "It seems that you have not experienced it, and what are you doing with those things." You can tell Xiao Lao'er about the affairs of Zhao Guogong's east and west mansions now. ”

The two of them spoke in a casual manner, but the guests at several tables were thrilling. Among the guests who stopped temporarily, there were those who brought followers, or who were themselves martial arts students.

When they heard the three words of the Celestial Planet Tower, they all pricked up their ears, and then they heard the masters who had seen the five grades and four realms. There was a flash of shock and disbelief in his eyes.

Even Zhao Hongfei and Gu Qiu had some changes in their faces.

The pigtails didn't change much, yawned, and said to Gu Qiu: "I'm sleepy, go back to the carriage and sleep." ”

Before Gu Qiu could speak, he heard a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing up among the temporary guests at the next table and scolding: "I really don't know how thick the sky is, I've been to the Celestial Planet Tower, and I've seen the masters of the five grades and four realms?"

It's really shameless the older you get, and you dare to ...... this kind of nonsense."

The boy suddenly stopped, a look of fear on his face, and his eyes fixed on his saber. The sword was placed on the table, without a sword holster, and this time I followed my brother to find a sword holster from the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Unexpectedly, just now, I only felt a burst of sword qi attacking, and my sword, which was as sharp as clay, was actually cut off from the middle.

What's even more terrifying is that the half of the sword that fell to the ground turned into pieces the moment it landed, and there was only a peanut on those fragments.

The young man's brother was used to walking on the rivers and lakes, of course, he knew that the two of them were hidden masters, so he hurriedly went over to apologize, and then, without even finishing the meal, he didn't take it away, so he hurriedly got into the carriage.

Xu Ying took a closer look, and there was a word "Cui" written on it, as well as the pattern on it, thinking that it was a child of the Cui clan in Qinghe.

As if the episode had not happened, the priest and the beggar continued to chat.

"Haven't you heard of a hundred-legged insect dying without stiffening?"

The beggar flicked his sleeves, but unfortunately the sleeves were tattered, and he did not have the demeanor of an immortal, but directly saw the half of the arms inside, which was not as dirty as ordinary beggars.

"It's not like you don't know where I'm going to chew words like you rotten people. If you want to say it, just say it, don't talk about pulling it down, the little old man doesn't want to hear it yet. ”

The Taoist priest was not annoyed, "Although the Eastern and Western Mansions of Zhao Guogong are not as prosperous as they are now, the heritage of a hundred years is still there, and where it is decaying so quickly."

It's just that up and down this mansion, there are more and more teeth, and there are many people who are rich and noble, but there are few people who plan and plan. I think that the ancestors of Zhao Guogong were originally born in the army and established meritorious deeds.

After the peace, he thought about abandoning martial arts and literature, and wanted to be the same as Wang Xie. However, over the years, the children of the Zhao Mansion did not have a few outstanding literary talents.

The reason is that the Zhao family is neither the home of Zhong Ming Dingshi, nor the family of Hanmo poetry and books, but the fur of King Xie of Jinling, and the daily use of pomp and circumstance, but unfortunately the inner house is far away from it. ”