In the Yangfang Sheep Soup House in Heijie in Beijing, Luo Shizhi sat alone in a corner, although it was a corner, it did not seem isolated. Next to the window, Huang Huali's small square table separates the space from the noise around the store, the small hot pot on the table is steaming, he pours the freshly warmed rice wine into the emerald green wine glass, blows it gently, drinks, squints and enjoys it.

When he opened his eyes and was about to pour another glass, he found that an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in front of him, and the smile of enjoyment gradually disappeared, and it was the prince who lived in the capital.

"Alas, when I see your face, I don't feel good at all." Luo Shizhi poured the remaining rice wine into the hot pot, and the hot pot was steaming hot, wafting out a smell of wine.

"Tsk, you drink my family's wine, eat my family's meat, and don't give your father a good face, believe it or not, I just shout, at least one hundred and eighty little brothers will kill you!" Wang Zishi sat down and waved his hand to the shopkeeper, and the second child understood, and quickly brought up a pair of special dishes and chopsticks.

Wang Zishi ate to himself: "The mutton of this sheep workshop is tender, pay attention to the quality of the meat and have no smell, it is very tender, and I don't know the other names, only my family's number, all the sheep are transported from Xilin Gol." Don't get me wrong. There is no other meaning to say this, just two words, pay attention to it! ”

Speechless for a moment, Luo Shizhi looked at the mountains and sea drinks next to the prince as if no one was there, smiled, and looked out the window, tomorrow is Chongyang, the sky is in the water and the underground auction is about to open, at this time, there is only one kind of person who is still in the black street, that is, the same as him...

"Tian Zai Shui was originally half a Jiazi open market, it is said that this time to get three treasures, eager to get rid of it, so in the original ten years before the next market opening today will open again, however, can make the Tian Zai Shui group of old immortals also feel hot things..."Wang Zishi stopped his chopsticks, looked up at Luo Shizhi, his eyes were cold: "Anyway, get acquainted, you just don't get in the way, if you get in the way, the water in this capital is not comparable to the outside..."

Luo Shizhi smiled and sighed, did not speak, picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of mutton in the hot pot, shook it, and motioned to the prince to eat it too.

Wang Zishi's fat face also showed a smile, and he was about to put it in the pot, Luo Shizhi pressed the chopsticks against Wang Zishi's chopsticks, and lightly tapped on them: "I won't give it to you, will you take it?" ”

The smile on Wang Zishi's face condensed, and the atmosphere froze.

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The sky is in the water.

It was very dark in the bamboo building, an old man with hair and a little boy sat around the small stove, the child's face was red by the sparks flashing from the stove, and the boiling water was boiling on the stove, and the boiling water dripped on the stove from time to time, making a clattering sound.

"How's it going?" The old man sat still with his eyes closed.

"Master, the news has spread, and almost everyone has already arrived in the dark street."

"Almost?"

"Qingxu Mountain, Nanmeng, and Jiezhong Shannan have not sent anyone to come for the time being." The boy added a few pieces of charcoal to the stove, and his voice was flat.

"Palm Dreamer?"

"The dream envoy of this generation has not surfaced for the time being, until the eldest son of the Luo family and the prince of the prince family met together in Shannan."

"How many sons are there in the Luo family?"

"The third son of the main house, the only son of the prince, the prince."

"Heh, that's interesting, this time, who robbed whom, Luo Shi... Prince's Division..."

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In the sheep mill.

"Why do I have to get what I want?" Wang Zishi said, with a flip of his wrist, the chopsticks stood up to get out of the suppression of the Luo Shi, and stabbed the Luo Shizhi in the eye with his backhand.

"If you don't take it, you have nothing." Luo Shizhi turned his head sideways and grabbed the chopsticks that stabbed him, and slowly pressed them into the hot pot: "What I gave you, you can take it." ”

Wang Zishi secretly tried his strength, but the chopsticks did not move at all, leaned back and kicked under the table with his foot: "What I can't get, you can't get either." ”

With his free left hand, he gently put it on the table, and the table that was about to tip over made a creaking sound and fell back again.

"I can't turn over the plate in my own territory, let alone in the land of heaven and water."

Wang Zishi let go of his chopsticks and closed his eyes: "I don't know, how is Luo Zizhao doing recently?" ”

Luo Shizhi slowly looked up at Wang Zishi, and some images flashed in his mind...

"Don't, keep going. It's going to die..."

Wang Zishi sneered disdainfully and got up to leave, and stopped when he passed by the door of the store: "You did the matter of the Lake Tower." After asking, he didn't listen, and went out.

Luo Shi sat alone by the window, and the table was in a mess. Xiao Er wanted to come forward to ask, but was pulled aside by the steward.

Sigh lightly. Chess pieces, there is no room for choice. Jade flute, where is the room for it.

Yamanan noodle restaurant.

Huang Simiao felt like he was in a dream, but the characters in the dream were extremely vivid, everything seemed to be still in front of him, and the laughter of Li Dashi was still echoing in his ears, and he even felt that when he opened the door, he could see the Tang Dynasty coming from all directions.

In a trance, Huang Simiao suddenly remembered the hero sigh in his arms, and subconsciously took it with his hand, but found that he was still holding the ancient sword in his hand, and the old man's smile appeared in front of him.

Where is it? Not a dream?

The boss seemed to see Huang Simiao's doubts, and he was not in a hurry to explain to him, but he first grabbed the hero sigh, opened the wine stopper, put it under his nose and sniffed it deeply, and the whole person fell into intoxication, this is the wine he has not found for decades, he was still young that year, and promised a person to find the three kinds of wine, but the promise was not completed, only the red candle and the green ant were found. This is the biggest regret of his life. Tomorrow, go and make it up to her, she must be happy.

This wine is nothing else. Only sacrifice this floating life, and it has been a hundred years in a hurry.

"The ones you see are okay, but it's been the years that have changed, and the vicissitudes of life have passed." The boss put the wine away and was very emotional.

Huang Simiao struggled out of the chaos temporarily, trying not to think about it, and didn't reply when she heard this: "The two of us have cleared our accounts, the wine is given to you, and you can't regret it." ”

The boss smacked his lips and felt a little lost: "You got a lot of good things from memory, tsk, that sword is in your hand, I'm afraid you have also learned that swordsmanship." ”

"What I learned by my own ability is none of your business." Huang Simiao thought to herself that this was to blackmail him, and he had to find a chance to slip away.

The boss also saw Huang Simiao's thoughts: "You don't have to run, I don't have to send you that money." As soon as Huang Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, he heard it again: "However, you have to call me senior brother in the future, I also learned from the old man." ”

Huang Simiao almost suffocated to death when he didn't come up in one breath, just like you, you are still a senior brother, a bear!

"That boss, you can't talk nonsense, I have a sword to prove myself, what do you have, what do you have."

The boss didn't speak, turned to enter the inner hall, there was a commotion, and after a while, he walked out with a rusty slag sword.

"This was given to me back then, but it's useless lately, and it's rusty."

Huang Simiao is about to vomit blood, it's useless lately, fooling the ghost, it can rust like this in a few days, don't want this thing to collect waste. Huang Simiao thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to say, clasped her fists with both hands, and signaled that you won, I will give up.

The boss smiled wickedly and threw the broken sword aside: "How is the old man, can you still hold the sword?" ”

Huang Simiao thought about it, and in the last scene of his memory, the old man who watched the boss dance the sword was the old man at the Yuelai Inn, but there were too many traces left by the years, and it was really difficult to identify.

"Grandpa is very old and can't hold a sword." Huang Simiao didn't say that everyone else is now using qi to control the sword.

The boss's hand paused slightly, and in a blink of an eye it returned to normal: "Calculate the age, the old man is almost two hundred years old, and he is almost a god." ”

Huang Simiao shrugged her shoulders, you are a senior brother, you are right about everything.

"Boss, I still have this." As he spoke, he took out three hundred Tao Te Ching and Tang poems, as well as Ma Xiaotair, who drank too much.

The boss threw Ma Xiaojian from the counter into the trash can, picked up the Tao Te Ching and looked through it carefully, and nodded.

"This is the original version, the annotations on it are harmless, you don't need to read it, just memorize the text, and in addition, all 300 Tang poems are memorized..."

Huang Simiao wanted to run away again, so he quickly interrupted the boss: "Why don't I remember the swordsmanship I learned at all." Grandpa can only remember when he uses it. ”

The boss picked his nose and rolled his eyes: "That's right, that's why you have to memorize 300 Tang poems and the Tao Te Ching, and you will remember it after memorizing." ”

Huang Simiao looked suspicious, really, I feel like you're lying to me...

"Senior brother, since we are a family, what about senior brother, I can't treat you badly and give you a fat difference!" The boss said with a smile.

Huang Simiao thought to herself, why don't you give me money directly, it will save you so much trouble: "Boss, I've been very busy lately, I really haven't..."

"Take this card, go to the capital to buy something, and the rest of the money in the card after buying it is all yours!"

Huang Simiao opened her mouth, looked at the card and didn't speak.

"Wow, ha, ha, that boss, how much money does Kari have?"

The boss looked mysterious: "When you buy something at the auction, you say how much money is in this card." With that, he held out a finger with his hand.

"100 million?"

"..."Boss.

"That's a lot of money, how many things do you have to buy? Oh yes, boss, what are you asking me to buy? Huang Simiao thought about it, no, don't you buy such an expensive thing in person, don't worry about leaving it to me?

"You go to the capital, find someone called Heijie, and participate in tomorrow's auction. Just buy the most expensive one. ”

Capital... I didn't think I would really have the opportunity to go to the capital in this life, ah yes, isn't the fat man there?

"Tomorrow, when am I leaving?"

The boss blinked: "Of course now." After speaking, he pushed Huang Simiao with his hand, and he instantly reappeared the feeling when he woke up from his memory, in a trance...

"Huang Simiao! Little bastard, you can run for me again! ”

This is the voice of the landlord's eldest sister?? Huang Simiao looked back, no, the landlord's eldest sister was panting in the back, and she stopped at the mouth of the alley, holding a bunch of things, Tang poems, Tao Te Ching, ancient swords...

Really?