Xiao Er heard that someone was driving him, and subconsciously raised his neck and shouted at Ye Liancheng: "Okay!"

But when he saw Ye Liancheng's tattered outfit, the smile on his face froze, and he still walked over with excellent professionalism and didn't drive people directly.

Xiao Er took a closer look, although Ye Liancheng was dressed in tatters, his skin was indeed delicate, very much like a child of a family who had fled and was in distress, so he patiently said to Ye Liancheng: "This master, there is another tea fee upstairs." ”

The tea fee is actually another way of saying that the second floor is extra charged, Ye Liancheng only thought it was funny when he heard it, and after throwing Xiao Er's silver ingot, he swaggered towards the stairs at the corner of the counter on the first floor.

Xiao Er wiped the silver and put it in his arms, walked up to Ye Liancheng with a smile on his face, and led him to the vacant seat on the second floor with a hunched waist.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, with square pear blossom wooden tables, and diners are enjoying the scenery outside the window and chewing slowly on the food on the table.

Ye Liancheng sat in a window position, which was not bad because he could see the scene on the main road of Black Rock City outside the window.

Without waiting for Xiao Er's recommendation, Ye Liancheng said: "Give me all your signature dishes here, by the way, another jar of aging wine." ”

Xiao Er answered, and went to the back kitchen to tell the chef to serve the food.

After a while, Ye Liancheng's table was full of fragrant dishes, and Xiao Er also brought a jar of wine sealed with yellow mud.

"This master, this is a twenty-year-old daughter red, guaranteed to be fragrant. With a silver ingot as consumption, Xiao Er's smile was particularly flattering.

Ye Liancheng took the chopsticks and nodded at Xiao Er, signaling him to open the mud seal and pour himself wine.

On weekdays, his own people in Ye Mansion are strictly controlled, and Ye Liancheng finally went out of the door, of course, he had to have a good drink.

A bowl of fragrant wine was drunk by Ye Liancheng.

Ye Liancheng wiped the corners of his mouth without caring about the image, "Ah, this wine is really good, give me another jar." ”

Xiao Er praised the good amount of wine, and ran to hold the wine.

After Ye Liancheng quenched his thirst, he began to use chopsticks to pick up vegetables and eat.

Just looking at the appearance, the color is very attractive, and after the mouth, it almost makes people bite their tongues, and this piece of braised pork is good.

Although it is still a little worse than Lian'er's craftsmanship, it is still delicious.

Ye Liancheng no longer restrained, holding a wine bowl in one hand and vegetables in the other, and began to feast.

At this time, there was a sound from the first floor, and Ye Liancheng frowned, but the diners on the second floor all looked downstairs, and Ye Liancheng was also interested.

It turned out that there was a storyteller with a goatee, and as soon as he entered the store, Xiao Er diligently brought a cup of tea and a stack of fennel beans.

Huayulou can have such a large flow of customers, and the credit of this storyteller is indispensable.

The storyteller did not put on a stand, but opened the folding fan, fanned it, and picked out a fennel bean from the plate and put it in his mouth to taste.

"Mr. Gu, you can talk quickly, my brother can't hear what you are talking about, and our food is not fragrant. The man closest to the storyteller urged, and the few people behind him should also coax him.

At this time, almost everyone's eyes on the first floor converged on the storyteller, the storyteller known as Mr. Gu, put away the folding fan, and said with a smile: "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient..."

After half a pillar of incense, the storyteller was ready to start the official lecture, "Hey, where did you talk about it last time?" The storyteller with his beard seemed to be a little forgetful.

The disappointing crowd hurriedly said in unison: "After the ninth game of the Sword Battle, the Yandao Gate is already one point ahead of the Iron Sword Gate. ”

The storyteller patted his head, "Look at my bad memory." Then Zhengsheng began to speak:

"That Ye Liancheng is a real person in the dragon and phoenix, just the oppressive power on the field is full, but the person who fought in the Yandaomen is indeed an unknown boy, it is said that he only joined the Yandaomen the day before the sword battle, you say it's strange..."

The storyteller's subdued voice seemed to restore the scene of the sword battle, and everyone in the audience listened to it with relish.

Seeing that it was about a battle between himself and Xiao Fan, Ye Liancheng also listened with his ears pricked up for a while, but then he shook his head, although it was said that it was a picture of the voice, but this storyteller looked at it as a part of hearsay and made up part of the content, but a few people in Huayulou really went to see the sword battle, and they could listen to it.

The storyteller's voice was pleasant with the wine and food, Ye Liancheng squinted his eyes, and he almost choked after hearing the storyteller's next sentence after eating the food.

"After Ye Liancheng won Xiao Fan's half move, he actually stabbed Xiao Fan to death with a sword, and the scene instantly became chaotic, fortunately, Ye Qingfeng wiped Ye Liancheng's buttocks..."

Some people in the audience couldn't sit still, although Ye Liancheng's wind was bad before, but there were also some admirers, and one person said: "Mr. Gu, it's not right for you to say that, the sword has no eyes, and being in the ring is naturally divided into both superiority and life." ”

As soon as these words came out, several people reunited, and the rivers and lakes in their eyes were so bloody and ruthless.

The storyteller glanced at the man, just looking at his clothes, he was a person with a solid family, so he changed his words and said: "Ye Liancheng may have killed Xiao Fan because of Xiao Fan's defection to the sect. ”

People die and die, and the fact of innocence has always been in the hands of the winner, so Mr. Storyteller said that in the end, Ye Liancheng took the lead.

When the storyteller saw that everyone was interested, he pretended to be mysterious and whispered, "Actually, I have a little news here, I don't know if you want to hear it." ”

Everyone was aroused, but Ye Liancheng himself shook his head helplessly, and took a big chopstick dish, it seems that his own is about to be taken out again.

"Ahem, it is said that Ye Liancheng made it easy for Xiao Fan to form a beam before that..."

"Knock~" A silver ingot shot out from the second floor, passed through the wooden plank, and landed steadily on the bench made by the storyteller, and sunk into the wooden bench.

The storyteller was shocked, and he was afraid that he would be a cultivator just because he had said something that he shouldn't have said.

The crowd coaxed: "Why don't you talk about the ancients." ”

The storyteller wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled out the silver and put it in his arms, and said with an innocent face: "What are you talking about, I don't know, don't make fun of me." ”

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Everyone was discouraged, but they no longer persuaded them.

Seeing this, the storyteller smiled and said, "After talking about the sword dispute, I have heard a strange thing recently, I don't know if you are interested." ”