This restaurant is magnificent, the side facing the street is made into a double-angle eaves attic, and the attic is a gold-lettered plaque with a length of more than one zhang, and there are four gilded characters of "Xianju Blessed Land" on it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The restaurant is mainly based on various miscellaneous vegetables, and also operates a variety of special braised pork, with the main characteristics of mellow meat and low price, and has created its own name in Qianli Yunmengshan in less than a year. On the north-south traffic artery where there is a lot of people in Zhongzhou, this store really attracts countless customers to patronize, because the customers are mainly poor people on the road because of the low price.

In the hall dozens of feet wide, there are eighteen large vats lined up next to the counter, each of which is filled with marinated cooked meat, and on the vats are huge wooden steaks, which are piled with all kinds of braised meat, and the fat flowing from the meat has infected the wooden steaks into a deep black oil.

As soon as customers walk down the street in front of the restaurant, the rich aroma of meat will come to their noses. These dozens of beggars were probably attracted by the smell of braised pork, singing and dancing vigorously in front of the restaurant, plus the onlookers of pedestrians, the originally not spacious street was blocked by water. The strange thing is that it has been half an hour since the flowers, and this restaurant not only doesn't give a single child, but also doesn't even have a person who comes out to take a picture.

The hemp finch is still the old beggar who is missing a front tooth, watching the passion of the sparrows gradually cooling down, and coldly looking at the dozen or so large vats in the store and the fragrant braised meat on them.

Also, these beggars have no meals, how can they have so much strength to sing and dance when they are hungry and full, and under the lure of the smell of braised meat, the more they jump, the hungrier they become, and the two or three weak boys have collapsed to the ground, but they can curse and scold, the restaurant just ignores them, and even the pedestrians on the road can't stop pointing and pointing.

Jiang Liao and Wang Cuihua were also blocked on the road for a while, and they didn't figure out the situation inside until they squeezed into the crowd.

Wang Cuihua leaned over and picked up a young man on the ground who was already thin and only had bones left, put it on her knees, untied the water bag on her waist and poured two sips, and the young man woke up slowly. Wang Cuihua took out the pancake prepared before leaving from the package and stuffed it into the young man's hand, and the young man saw that it was a tall girl who woke him up, and he struggled to stand up reluctantly.

The Great Xia Dynasty was a patriarchal world, and a man being poured water on a woman's lap was a challenge to a man's dignity, so even at the risk of fainting again, the young man had to stand up, with a look of shame and gratitude on his face, and hugged his fist at Wang Cuihua to thank him. Even if he starves to death, he is unwilling to lose his dignity, which is very in line with the character of the men of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The young man was just about to share the pancakes with everyone, when a person jumped down from the attic with a bang and said, "Girl, it's not your turn to take care of the affairs of the Xianjia Restaurant." ”

Jumping down from such a high attic, like a ball of cotton, it fell lightly to the ground, without even a trace of dust on the ground, as if it appeared in front of the restaurant out of thin air. This kind of light-weight kung fu of true qi enhancement made Jiang Liao's eyes tighten.

Five short figures, but with a face of meat, holding a boning knife more than three inches long in his hand, he looked like the butcher in this restaurant. As soon as the boning knife was flipped over, the butcher looked at a group of beggars with a fierce look, as if looking at a group of cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, and an invisible murderous aura permeated. The beggars involuntarily stopped singing and dancing, and hid behind the sparrow in panic.

The boning knife pointed at the young beggar and said sharply, "Give back the pancake in your hand!"

The young beggar's eyes were full of fear, and the hand holding the pancake was trembling slightly, not knowing whether he was frightened by the bloody murderous aura on the butcher's body, or whether he felt that this person was too unreasonable, and did not return the pancake in his hand, and stood on the spot in a daze.

The young beggar with hair like a chicken nest walked out, still with a hippie smile, and the broken bowl in his hand suddenly stretched forward, and the young beggar suddenly felt that the pancake in his hand seemed to become as heavy as a stone, and the pancake fell into the broken bowl held by the head of the chicken coop.

"You want to grab the beggar's food too!?" said the head of the chicken nest with a playful smile on his face, and pointed the cane in his hand to the tip of the butcher's nose, and said bitterly.

The onlookers were frightened by the bony sharp knife full of greasy and shining cold light, although they did not dare to step forward to stop it, but the people of the Great Xia Kingdom had a natural sense of justice, and all kinds of discussions among farmers, merchants, and scholars unabashedly buzzed, "Wicked!" "If you don't give alms, don't let others give alms!" "Compete with sparrows for food, how can this be reasonable!"

A foul wind suddenly blew in the room, as if the raw meat in the kitchen had been dismantled, and the bones were stinking. The boning knife moved, drew a strange arc in the air, and stabbed it into the heart of the young beggar.

Jiang Liao's brows tightened, I am afraid that this young beggar will die on the street. The black cane in his hand slammed on the ground, like a black thunderbolt, and the last one came first.

Bite!

The sound of gold and stone colliding sounded.

The black cane was just in the path of the boning knife, the tip of which was an inch away from the staff. Jiang Liao felt a slight numbness in his arm, and a puff of dust rose under Zhenyuan's robe as he unloaded. Look at the butcher again, he took three steps back, and it took a mistake to stabilize his body with his feet, and his hind feet had already trampled a stone slab on the street.

"Good boy, you dare to take care of the affairs of the fairy tower!" said the butcher with an angry face.

Jiang Liao slowly withdrew the cane in his hand, knowing that this cane was not as simple as it appeared, and the sound of gold and stone sounded during the battle.

"People in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world, why don't you dare!" Jiang Liao said calmly. Next to her, Wang Cuihua looked at her husband, her eyes were full of appreciation.

The young beggar with the chicken coop on his head first glanced at the sparrow, and then said to Jiang Liao with a smile: "This little brother!

The face of the butcher who was shocked back was full of fierceness, the short knife was erected on the chest, and there was a condensation of true yuan between the fluctuations of the breath, as if he was inspired, and seventeen butchers with sharp knives in the restaurant jumped out in a row, each of them was full of murderous intent, the greasy face was stacked with meat, the face was vicious, and there were bare shoulders and black hair on the chest with dirty blood. There are also short shirts with red blood splattered on them, and some white meat tissue, as if they have just experienced a massacre.

Together with the butcher who jumped down from the upper floor, there were eighteen in total, and they stood in a row with horizontal knives, and a bloody smell that made people vomit immediately covered up the aroma of braised meat, and the scene seemed to be stuck in a slaughterhouse, and it was bloody.

Saving his life was at stake, and the onlookers scared away a large area with a bang, and the street suddenly seemed a little deserted.

The butcher with a short figure waved the boning knife in the air and said in a cold voice: "Brothers, here comes the work, first remove this nosy big man, and then clean up a group of sparrows behind!"

In the roar, eighteen boning knives were mixed with a fishy wind whistling, and a cold smell was faintly steaming on the street, and even the sunlight was greasy and greasy by this breath, as if the greasy board had not been cleaned.

Eighteen cold auras formed a strange formation to attack Jiang Liao, Jiang Liao was not sure to fight against these aura, his big hand stretched out to hold the green flower behind him, and the long black cane was on the stone slab, and the whole street was trembling, and the long arm waved the black cane and swept out with the tsunami-like wind.

Jiang Liao, whose realm has been improved, ushered in a sinister battle after descending the mountain, and it is also the first battle in the true sense of his monastic career.