Wang Anfeng nodded at Na Chong and the little Taoist priest, then turned around, looked at the smiling rich man, rubbed the hilt of the iron sword with the palm of his right hand, and asked with a smile:

"I don't know if Mr. ......"

The man clasped his fists and saluted, laughed so hard that the fat on his face trembled, and said:

"If you don't do it in the following, you can't be a gentleman."

"Only a pair of fists can still play, my father's surname is Zhou, and he is the third."

"If the little brother doesn't dislike it, just call Zhou Laosan."

Wang Anfeng sighed, his eyes swept over the man with a pound of oil and water on his face, and looked behind.

The wooden door of the inn was half-closed, and the Jianghu warriors on the first floor were rarely not drunk, and they looked in this direction one by one, not only the Yuedao Sect who had been stunned by Wang Anfeng with money before, but even the martial artists of the other sects, holding their breath and widening their eyes.

It was supposed to be a lively restaurant, but now it is deadly silent.

I can only hear the sound of wine flags waving and cheering.

The little Taoist priest with the posture of a dragon and phoenix frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, the fingers of his right hand were cocked, and he subconsciously drew something in the air, and he didn't like it more and more in his heart.

On the fourth floor, Xu Yulong looked at this direction fixedly.

He had a rare pot of good wine on the table, raised his hand and took a sip of wine, and looked down without blinking.

When he met Wang Anfeng two days ago, he was absolutely reluctant to wade into troubled water, but standing on the shore and watching others go into the water, he felt much more relaxed, and by the way, he could see this person's methods, and he could also see how deep the water was.

Whether it's raining, muddy puddles, or deep lakes that are so clear that they can flood people's brains.

The mud pit is easy to say, although it will dirty the legs of shoes and socks, but at most it will not reach the ankles.

Let some people who don't have a long heart stumble.

But if it's a deep lake......

Xu Yulong suddenly thought that when he was a teenager, he went out to wander, and the three thousand acres of blue waves and green lakes he had seen were extremely clear, if there were no ripples, it was almost impossible to detect that there was water here, and if a person traveled on the water by boat, it was like walking in the sky.

He was holding the wine cup, a little distracted.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze, looked at the fat man standing three steps away from him in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Then I don't know what Mr. Zhou has to say?"

Zhou Laosan waved his hand again and again, laughed so hard that his fat flesh trembled, and said:

"I can't talk about teaching, I can't talk about it, look at what you said."

"The third child, I'm just running errands for others, that gentleman saw that you come here every day to drink tea, and asked me to send something over, please don't dislike it, take it all."

As he spoke, he reached into his arms, as if he was digging for something, or maybe the thing was really a little small, and this man was indeed a little fat, and it was not easy to find for a while, with an apologetic smile on his face, he groped around on his body, causing pedestrians to laugh.

Mu Shanxue took another meatloaf in her mouth, looked at the sword she hung on the donkey, and then withdrew and looked at the chopsticks in the wooden tube on the table, thought about it, took out one and held it in her hand, feeling more steady.

Continue to gulp down the meatloaf.

The little Taoist priest got up and walked towards the old shop of the tea stall not far away.

After a pause, he happened to stand between the fat man and the old man.

Wang Anfeng's expression was still peaceful, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

The left holds the hilt of the longsword, and the thumb seems to unconsciously caress the hilt.

The fat man didn't notice anything, but still had a kind and sorry smile on his face, and his palms kept rummaging around his body, and suddenly a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he took his right hand out of his arms.

But it is a round bead, without a trace of flaws, but it is not dazzling, just warm, which is the third grade of the pearl and jade 'mermaid tears'. Hundreds of gold is difficult, since ancient times, just a tribute, rarely circulated outside, it shows its price, not to mention others, just simply look at it is also very beautiful.

Little Taoist Chonghe's eyes lit up.

Gently placing the bead on the table, Wednesday said with a smile on his face:

"That gentleman likes the demeanor of the little brother, and said that he has the demeanor of a celebrity and a gentleman, and when he is accompanied by a gourmet beauty, why bother to drink some weak tea in the cold wind?"

"If this bead is given to the little brother, it should be regarded as a good fate."

Wang Anfeng looked at the beads, smiled, and said:

"But I don't like it."

"The things sent by Mr. have never meant to be taken back, and it is better for the little brother to accept them."

"Even a few days ago, the brother of Yuedaomen provoked the expression of the little brother's door, don't be surprised."

Wednesday smiled, and the ball-like thumb lightly tapped on the 'mermaid tears'.

Without the slightest resistance, this jade bead was embedded in the wooden table, which had been weathered for more than ten years and had become more and more hard, and the table itself had not trembled in the slightest.

To put it mildly, it was as if the pebbles had just been pressed into the snow.

The fat man saluted Wang Anfeng again, as if he didn't have anything to say, turned around and walked towards the inn.

After only ten steps, his ears moved slightly, as if he had no intention, and he took a step to the side.

A strong wind brushed his ears past.

With a soft sound, there was a small crack on the red doorpost of this restaurant, Zhou Laosan squinted his eyes, and looked forward, the thick walls of this restaurant were also broken, and the wine jar on the table on the first floor was shattered, and the aroma was thick.

The restaurant is 33 zhang 3 zhang 3, exactly 100 meters, and a yellow-orange-orange copper plate has been deeply embedded in the opposite wall.

There are cracks in the bluestone, and the copper plate is not deformed at all, which shows how strong and domineering it is.

At the tea stall under the restaurant, Wang Anfeng withdrew his right hand and said lightly:

"I bought this bead."

"A copper plate, is it enough?"

Zhou Laosan didn't reply, just turned around and saluted Wang Anfeng with a smile, nodded, meaning that the business was done, and then pushed open the door of the inn and walked in, closing the wooden door casually.

The group of warriors without blades had reverence in their eyes, and they wanted to get up and salute, Zhou Laosan raised his hand and pressed it weakly, carried his hands on his back, and walked up, until the sound of his footsteps dispersed, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief in this building, and even the atmosphere was much more lively.

At that moment, a man couldn't hold it back, slapped the table with his right hand, and shouted:

"Shopkeeper, serve the wine!"

Zhou Laosan went up to the fourth floor, glanced at his room, did not stop, and continued to walk to the top.

The highest floor of this restaurant is elegant, and it has made a pavilion-like thing, known as the highest in this city, and can take the scenery of a city into the eye, and it is best to enjoy the wind and moon, please write a plaque, and the scholar asks for a word of 100 gold, which is to write only one word.

Call it 'Ya'.

Zhou Laosan pushed the door and walked in, and there was a person inside with his back to him, who was looking at the scholar Taoist priest of the tea stall below in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, when he heard the voice, his neck shrunk, and said:

"He refused?"

The fat man who came up nodded and said with a smile:

"But it's been a little bit of a trial."

"The hidden weapon kung fu comparable to a crossbow arrow, where to fight, the ordinary seven-grade good hand is not within 100 meters, I am afraid that it will be planted."

"This kind of fierce and domineering kung fu, used to exchange for 100 gold merman beads, this transaction is really not a loss at all."

The man with his back to him nodded.

At the tea stall, Wang Anfeng didn't do anything, but Mu Shanxue took the chopsticks for a long time, pulled out a big hole in the table, and took out the beads, thinking that this table had been beaten by wind and rain for more than ten years, but at this time it suffered in the hands of this lazy Taoist priest.

Mu Shanxue played with the tribute 'mermaid tears' in her hand and threw it to Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng took it in his hand, and didn't take it to heart at all, but he also bought it himself, threw it away, felt distressed, thought about it, turned around and handed it to the little Taoist Chonghe, and said with a smile:

"Little Taoist, since you have called me my lifelong senior brother, then this is a greeting gift."

The old man next to him knew some scenes and was dumbfounded.

The little Taoist priest Chonghe hesitated.

Wang Anfeng smiled again, holding the jade bead in his right hand that was enough to cause a rich woman in Yizhou to scream, and sent it forward, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you see it too, I bought it for a penny."

"Why, you don't want to accept a penny gift?"

Chonghe no longer hesitated, took the jade bead, held it tightly in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Mu Shanxue couldn't hold her face a little, coughed lightly, and said:

"You kid, it's not those yellow flower girls, what do you want this bead to do?"

Chong He put away the jade bead beautifully, and didn't look at his lazy senior brother, and said:

"Hit the slingshot."

"This bead is the best to use when you see how to urinate."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then Lang laughed out loud, as if he was quite happy, Mu Shanxue collapsed on the wooden bench, tore a piece of meatloaf and threw it in his mouth, chewed, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"You, that bead is only worth a penny?"

Wang Anfeng nodded, and said as a matter of course:

"What you get in exchange for a penny is naturally a penny."

Mu Shanxue swallowed the meatloaf and asked again:

"And how much is your sword worth?"

Wang Anfeng lifted the iron sword in his hand, looked at the lazy Taoist priest, thought about it, and said seriously:

"Originally, it was nine hundred and seventy."

"I've been working diligently for the past two days, and I'll sell it for a tael of silver."

Mu Shanxue was dumbfounded when she heard this, but she didn't object, raising her hand and rubbing her chin.

The old man over there was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

He hadn't been so angry for a long time, but looking at the polite and natural young man in green shirts, he rarely had the idea of taking off his shoes and pumping his big mouth into the other party's face.

He really wanted to grab this kid's neckline and spray this ruined thing for his father.

A jade bead of the boss is worth a penny.

That broken sword is worth a silver or two?

Together, there is just a piece of iron, and two wooden blocks nailed together can be used as a scabbard, and something is worth a thousand shining jade beads?

He had also heard those things from his grandson, and it was rare for the rich and noble to have a family, and at least a hundred taels of gold had to be sold.

According to what this young man in green shirt said, a sword in his hand can be compared to 100,000 taels of gold?

The old man scoffed.

But Mu Shanxue is also a matter of course.

Stretched out his hand into his arms, touched it, and took out a small bag with two ducks embroidered on it, the lazy Taoist priest opened the bag, counted it, shook his head with some pity, and said:

"Tsk, there's not enough money."

"Otherwise, I really want to buy your sword for fun."

"The two of us have known each other for almost three years, discuss and discuss, nine hundred and sixty Wen, sell it to me?"

Wang Anfeng laughed, shook his head, and said with a bit of ridicule:

"As the saying goes, a small business is not discounted."

"I don't even have a business that I have, so naturally I don't have it."

Mu Shanxue regretfully withdrew the bag in her hand and muttered:

"Who said that?"

"Since ancient times, the Jianghu guests, the battlefield generals, have counted the most profitable businesses without capital."

The little Taoist priest Chonghe pulled the cuffs of the senior brother and said in a low voice:

"But senior brother, didn't the master say that there is still half a sentence below."

"Fame and fortune, vain hard work."

"It's a horse in a gap, a fire in a stone, and a body in a dream."

There is no fire in the stone, the body is illusory in the dream, and the white horse passes through the gap, and it is all of a sudden.

Mu Shanxue raised her eyebrows, and her right hand unceremoniously landed on the top of the little Taoist's head, but when she pressed it, she was not willing to use force, but just rubbed it with her big hands, and scattered Chong He's neat bun, which was finally cleaned up, and saw that the latter's cheeks were slightly bulging with anger, and the mood of being demolished became much better.

Wang Anfeng laughed out loud.

He held the hilt of the iron sword in his left hand, leaned over, took a cup of tea from the table with his right hand, drank it all, played with the tea cup with two fingers, and said freely:

"It's not a good time, if there's a chance, let's make small talk."

"Farewell."

With a shock of the wrist, the tea cup fell back to the table steadily, Wang Anfeng smiled at the lazy Taoist priest and the little boy who wanted to play with the slingshot with jade beads, picked up the sword and left, popped out five copper coins from his arms, and landed on the table, dripping and spinning.

The old man at the tea stall widened his eyes, not understanding what this meant.

Mu Shanxue rubbed her chin, laughed, and said:

"It looks like it should be the tea money for the bowl of tea you just drank, so you can accept it, old man."

"Little junior brother, it's time for us to go."

Chong He was trying to figure out how to straighten his hair, and when he heard this, he stood up, wanting to raise his hand to get the large and small luggage packages beside him, but he was already held in his hand by Mu Shanxue.

Mu Shanxue took two steps quickly, and while the gray donkey was not paying attention, she threw the big bag and small bag directly.

The donkey barked unpleasantly.

Qingjun Taoist stood on the right side of the donkey, raised his left hand, lazily put on the simple Daomen Cloud Seal long sword, picked it at will, the sword even sheath flew up, and when it fell, it happened to penetrate the back sword belt behind the Taoist, although it was a lazy appearance, so people couldn't help but scream chic.

Chonghe raised his hand to arrange his hair bun, and walked over, ready to raise his hand to lead the donkey's reins, but a big hand had already landed on his collar, and then his body was empty, and his feet were off the ground.

Mu Shanxue threw it directly on the donkey's back and rose up.

The donkey croaked twice and went out of the city.

The old man looked at the little Taoist priest on the back of the donkey and saluted him with a fist, but he didn't know if he had just lifted the collar and slipped up, lost face, his face was a little red, and he smiled, and his heart was really still a child.

There were a few people here, but now it's empty.

The old man sighed, and the anger and liking in his heart all dissipated, and he stood still, turned around and went to the back to get a rag, and wiped the wooden table, which was already a little old.

Seeing the five copper coins lined up on the table, thinking of the bowl of tea that Wang Anfeng had drunk just now, an inexplicable thought suddenly rose in his heart.

He put down the rag and put away the five copper coins, and did not put them where the silver coins were placed in the past, but found the wooden box again, threw the five copper plates into it, and jingled the bell.

After putting the iron box away, he was slightly stunned, realizing that what he had just done was really redundant.

These days, the young man has come every day, and Ming'er will definitely not be absent, but after hesitating, he still put away the iron box carefully, and only said in his heart.

He collected all his copper coins, but he wanted to see what the future of this bigged young man would be.

But to do so was only a little thing that the old man himself found interesting, and if it was meaningful, it was far less than an extra round hole on the table.

I had to find a plank to repair it.

The old man muttered to himself.

PS: Ushering in the plot flashpoint...... Today's two-in-one, tomorrow's update may be a little late, but it shouldn't disappoint everyone, or can you look forward to it a little? (Fist hugging)