On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

The Seven Nights of the Dragon reappeared in the sky, and all things sprouted.

All walks of life in Guangwu City have already returned to their original orderly state, and the New Year has emptied the pockets of many people, and also let them nourish their spirits.

Zhao Xiaoer, who welcomed the guests, shouted for a day, turned around and drank a sip of water to moisten his throat, wondering when he would be able to take a break.

I have raised some fat on my body during the New Year's Festival, and now I have only been doing it for a day and I am very tired.

I really don't want to do it.

It's better to borrow some capital and do a small business than to lose money and laugh at the bottom of the line......

Thinking like this, he looked back at a figure again, his eyes lit up, and what he had just thought was thrown directly behind his head, and he stepped forward with enthusiasm on his face, and shouted:

"This young man, this young man."

"Let's welcome guests to the New Year's celebration, play the top to live in the hotel, only use seventy percent of the price, the most cost-effective, if you order food, rice does not charge cashier, you see that it is late, why not rest and rest?"

The figure stopped, thought for a moment, seemed to decide something, turned around, and said:

"Then there is the second brother Lao, tell me where the stables are?"

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, a habitual smile appeared on his face, and he said with a smile:

"This kind of thing, how can you bother the honored guest, please come inside, leave this matter to the little ......"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to take the reins, and at this moment, the horse turned to look at him, and the little two's body stiffened in place in an instant, and at this moment, the young man patted him lightly on the shoulder, his eyebrows were clean, and he said gently:

"Thank you for your kindness."

"But you see my horse is ...... fierce"

A hint of warmth emerged from the young man's hand, dissolving the cold and stiff feeling, making Zhao Xiaoer shudder, took a step back, turned his head and didn't dare to look at the horse, and pointed out the direction of the stable with a dry smile.

Xiao Er was holding the doorpost behind him, and his legs were still a little weak.

Mother, what a fierce horse!

Swallowing his saliva, the pair of cold golden vertical pupils in his mind made his heart tremble.

I really don't do this job......

A regular customer called from inside the door:

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

A familiar smile instantly appeared on Zhao Xiaoer's face, and he shouted:

"Okay!"

After a while, the guy who ran the hall saw a young man in Confucian clothes sitting on the empty table, so he took the initiative to greet him, and said with a smile:

"This ......"

The man's eyes fell on the piano case next to the young man, and he wanted to call him son, but the young man with a sword seemed to be called Shaoxia.

After hesitating for a moment, he simply greeted with a smile:

"This guest officer, I don't know if I'm going to be a top boy or staying in a hotel?"

"I'm tired of the store, stay in the store."

The guy picked up the teapot, scalded the teacup with boiling water first, and then poured the tea in, while pouring the tea, he introduced familiarly: "The guest officer is coincidental, we still have a few upper rooms here, I don't know what position the guest officer likes......"

Wang Anfeng had a little apology on his face, and said:

"A normal room is fine."

The young man looked slightly stunned, then smiled and agreed, and shouted loudly as usual:

"One room is ready!"

Someone over there agreed to come down, and only then did he turn around and look at Wang Anfeng and said:

"Do you want anything else to eat? We still have the lamb we just killed today, it tastes delicious, the river has not been thawed yet, and if you eat fish, you can only eat dried fish......"

“…… Annoying, serve a vinegared cabbage. ”

“…………”

After a while, Wang Anfeng ate the rice with vegetarian dishes, and followed the guy into the guest room with the piano box, the guy was still enthusiastic, saying that he would send him over to wash warm water when he came out, and when he came out, he brought the door with him, and the smile on his face was slightly retracted, and he was going to greet other guests.

After only two steps, Sven's voice came from his ears.

"Li Jia Saburo."

When the man heard this, he looked over and saw a middle-aged man with a clear face, who was looking at him with a smile, and the latter walked straight over, wiping the table with a white cloth, and smiled, and greeted:

"Why is the sixth master here?"

"I haven't seen you in a few days, and it's still the same today?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and then casually talked to this guy, said a few words about the things in the first month, and then changed his words and laughed:

"I think that the young man's family just now seems to be quite rich, so he should have earned some rewards......

"Why don't you have a drink?"

Speaking of this, the guy smiled on his face, and complained:

"Ah, you can mention it."

"Look at the young man's clothes and guqin, each of them is a valuable object, but people pick and search for it."

"Don't say what kind of tip, don't mention any rooms. Let's talk about the dishes, I only ordered a vinegared cabbage of more than a dozen yuan, and ate five large bowls of rice, and there was nothing left.

As he spoke, he shook his head and smacked his tongue:

"To be honest, the kid has been working here for a few years, and he has never seen anything so edible."

"It's not right, those masters who practice martial arts eat more, but not all of them are big fish and meat tonic, who eats white rice, isn't it ......"

The man complained for a while, and then the cook called him to stop, and went back to get the food, and the middle-aged man poured himself a cup of tea, holding the warm tea cup in his hand, and his gentle gaze fell on the guest room, wandering for a moment, chuckling, and drinking the tea.

The warm tea was like a snake in a sleeve, struggling and stirring in its mouth, and flowing down its throat.

Wang Anfeng sat on the bed in the guest room, pressed the bed, only felt soft and comfortable, and couldn't help but marvel.

This is still an ordinary guest room, I don't know how comfortable the upper room should be?

He set out yesterday, originally planned to follow the map given by Mr. Jiang, and rode a horse quickly, although it was said to be thousands of miles away, but if he took the official road, according to the terrifying speed of the green horse, it would only take five days at most.

But Mr. Win wanted him not to take the official road and walk along the mountain and forest paths.

Slow down and enter every city.

Contrary to the norm, the other two masters did not have any objection to Mr. Win's request, but rather agreed.

Thinking divergently, thinking a little nonsense, the young man exhaled, gathered his thoughts, sat on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and the internal force of the golden bell jar slowly ran in the veins.

He has been practicing for a while in the first level of the golden bell jar, after all, he has the foundation of a Zen gong, the internal force has been full, only the run-in, breaking the second level, can be regarded as entering the ninth grade, but the last trace of fire is like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, difficult to touch.

Putting away distracting thoughts, running on Sundays, has been settled in a moment.

In the Shaolin Temple, Yuan Ci frowned slightly, Wu Changqing was still smiling, and the scribe's face was still cold.

"How many mistakes did he make?"

Wu Changqing stroked his beard:

"At least seven places, everywhere telling other people that this is a fat sheep."

Speaking the word fat sheep, the old man couldn't help but laugh lightly.

Yuan Ci's face was kind, and he said: "Before, he was either in a cloth coat or accompanied by the children of the family, and there was no such problem. ”

"At this time, he set off alone, walked on the path, and entered the city again, with the name Ma Baoqin, he was inevitably targeted......"

"However, it's also time for him to see the other side of the rivers and lakes, to be happy with revenge, and to whip the other side of the horse."

"Swords and swords, bloody rain and bloody wind."

The voice paused slightly, I don't know what I remembered, and sighed slowly:

"The rivers and lakes have been in turmoil since ancient times......"

The corners of the scribe's mouth hooked slightly, and he said casually: "The rivers and lakes have been like this since ancient times, anyone has to accumulate experience, and this kid's martial arts have achieved a little." ”

"It's time too."

Yuan Ci sighed silently, and Wu Changqing bowed slightly.

The scribe turned his hand behind them, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, ghostly.

It's time to see the blood......

PS: Thank you Diekreuzung for the reward, after the long chapter