The drunken rain building and the Taoist palace are only two streets apart.

Maybe it's because of the light rain in Lingjiang, but today's business in Zuiyulou is a little deserted.

On weekdays, the busy Xiao Er has no guests to entertain, Xu Heng as the shopkeeper of the restaurant is even more idle, he is staring at the upside-down pen on the inkstone in the study, the strange thing is that the doors and windows in the room are obviously closed, there is no wind, but the pen has been shaking.

If there is a master here, he will understand that this is Xu Heng's qi machine on the pen with his true yuan, and he can control things with qi, which many monks who have just entered the Lingqiao Realm can do, and even the more talented monks of the Runian Realm can do it.

However, if you look closely, it is to shock the hearts of these masters, because not only is the amplitude of each swing of this pen the same, but the amplitude of each fine hair on the pen is exactly the same. The former is not easy to do, but the latter is to an incredible extent. The reason why the pen is called the pen is because the tip of the pen is made of countless fine hairs, each of which has a slight difference in weight, not to mention the ink that has not yet been washed.

This can already be called a miraculous skill, even a cultivator without a realm may not be able to do this.

However, Xu Heng took the trouble to do such a trivial thing, but he only came to relieve his boredom.

Suddenly, someone came outside, and at the moment when the man's finger was about to knock on the door, the pen suddenly stopped, and at the same time there was a knock on the door.

"Shopkeeper, there's a guest out there looking for you. ”

Xu Heng frowned slightly and said, "Let him in." ”

"Come in, the shopkeeper, I think that person is very popular, I'm afraid it's not small......"

"It doesn't matter. ”

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Ye Bufan didn't expect the shopkeeper of the Drunken Rain Building to be so calm, and what made him feel a little surprised was that the other party seemed to have expected that he would come to the Drunken Rain Building.

It seems that the other party is afraid that he has known that he has been exposed, but he has not done anything again, and this calm spirit makes him feel admired.

is worthy of being a lifeless person.

"My lord, the shopkeeper is in the study inside. ”

Ye Bufan nodded and pushed the door open.

Generally speaking, the study is very light and needs to be well transmitted, but he found that this study was not only dimly lit, but also a little eerie. I'm afraid that all the people who have seen Xu Heng will not believe that the boss who looks so kind would like to stay in such a strange study.

He squinted, looking through the dim light, at the figure on the dark wooden chair, dressed in a rich and noble manner, like the cultivation of the Nian Realm.

didn't seem to notice Ye Bufan's arrival, he just sat in the dark, put one hand in front of his mouth and the other on the armchair, hung his head, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

The atmosphere in the study made Ye Bufan feel uncomfortable, but Xu Heng, the shopkeeper of the Drunken Rain Building, made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This discomfort is a feeling that cannot be explained.

There are gains and losses in everything, although the Xuangang Holy Body is supernatural, but every realm is extremely difficult to break through, when he was still young, the national teacher who was unfathomable in both talent and cultivation was still worried that he was likely to stop in the realm of nothing, and it would be difficult to cultivate Yaozhen in this life. Some people were even worried that he wouldn't even be able to cross the realm and take out the spiritual treasure in his body.

However, Ye Bufan still did it, and when he cultivated to Yaozhen, the Xuangang Holy Body became even more supernatural, and he even had the ability to be invincible to all evils.

Ever since he stepped into Yaozhen, there were few people or things that could make him feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, this shopkeeper Xu is very special.

Ye Bufan frowned slightly, looked at him alone, and asked a question first: "You already guessed that I would come?"

Xu Heng still lowered his head and did not answer his question.

There was an extremely faint sound in the silent room, like a mouse gnawing on something, but Ye Bufan was very sure that there were only two of them in this room.

Ye Bufan squinted at him and found that Xu Heng was biting his nails, as if he was using this to dispel him because he felt bored. Ye Bufan's brows furrowed even tighter, he had heard a long time ago that most of the monks of the Wushengmen were crazy people who could not be reasonable, although they had been prepared for a long time, they still felt a little uncomfortable at the moment.

Ye Bufan was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Since you have expected me to come, then you should also know that your identity has been exposed. ”

"I'm not here to catch you or kill you, but to make a deal with you. You can continue to be the shopkeeper of your Drunken Rain House while maintaining a connection with the Immortal Gate. But in exchange, you have to do something for the Yonghui Dynasty. ”

"What's the matter?" the voice was calm, but the last trill was extremely strange.

For some reason, a feeling that something was wrong flashed in Ye Bufan's heart, he looked at Xu Heng tightly, and said: "Twenty-four years ago, you took over Zuiyulou from the hands of the previous shopkeeper Zhang Yunshan, you have been operating here in Lingjiang for more than 20 years, and the contacts and resources you have mastered are so huge, even if you only have the Nian Realm, your status in the Wushengmen is definitely not low, and there should be many people under your hands who can be used." ”

Ye Bufan glanced at him and continued: "The first thing, I want you to use the energy in your hands to help me kill someone, even if you can't kill it, you can't make this person feel better." ”

When the words fell, the shopkeeper of the drunken rain building suddenly raised his head.

Ye Bufan's eyes shrank slightly.

He seemed to see the shopkeeper laughing.

He grinned at an incredible angle, and the corners of his mouth even rose to an incredibly strange position.

It's just an illusion.

Through the dim light, he saw a plain face, like most restaurant owners, slightly fat, and looked like a fortune greeting.

His expression was calm, his shrewd eyes seemed to be able to read through people's hearts, his lips were slightly open, and his deep voice echoed in the dim study.

"Is this person's name Su Zhuo?"

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It had been three days since Su Zhuo returned to Lingjiang.

Three days is not long, but it is not short, but the Changle Hou Mansion has been silent for three days in a row, which is really a bit strange.

Su Zhuoyu remembered that when he returned to Lingjiang from the Shangqing Palace half a year ago, there were still many fox friends and dog friends who came to talk to him, and some literati and Qingke in Lingjiang would occasionally come to drink against him, and then go to the hook fence. But this time it's different, after watching the sting tide before returning to Lingjiang, it stands to reason that it should be the return of brocade, even if there is no doorway, but at least it will be a little lively, but the truth is diametrically opposite, those fox friends and dog friends seem to be all wilted, one by one can not see the figure, his Changle Hou Mansion has been deserted to the door.

Su Zhuo is also happy to be idle, so many people in Lingjiang are thinking about themselves, and a leisurely day like this is one day less.

Su Zhuo was thinking that this ordinary day would go on, but unexpectedly a guest came.

Two people.

One of them is an old acquaintance, not someone else, it is Zhang Xingyuan, who has been with him for a month in Wanghai City.

As for the other one, it is much stranger, it can be seen that it is Zhang Xingyuan's fellow disciple in the Dao Palace, and his cultivation is similar to Zhang Xingyuan's, and he is both cultivating in the upper realm of Lingqiao. It is said that people gather in groups and things in kind, Zhang Xingyuan looked at the rivers and lakes with full of energy, and this one didn't look like a safe master.

Su Zhuo showed a little curiosity and asked, "Who is this?"

This person didn't wait for Zhang Xingyuan's introduction, so he smiled and said: "In Xia Huo Feng, I heard that the young marquis has returned from watching the dragon tide, so I thought about using Xingyuan to get in touch with the young marquis." ”

Zhang Xingyuan smiled bitterly, he had always had nothing to say to this guy. Huo Feng was curious about what kind of character Changle Hou was who could watch the sting dragon tide, so he found Zhang Xingyuan, who had been a guard for Su Zhuo in Wanghai City, and Zhang Xingyuan told what he had seen and heard.

Zhang Xingyuan said: "Huo Feng is the son of the god general Huo Bing, he is upright and bold, and he doesn't have so many fancy intestines. ”

Su Zhuo felt it was interesting and said: "When I come back this time, it's like a plague god, few people are willing to have anything to do with me, but Brother Huo is different." ”

Huo Feng said with a smile: "Others are afraid of this, but I, Huo Feng, are not afraid, to be able to get to know a character like Hou Ye, even if it is worth some criticism." ”

Zhang Xingyuan also smiled: "Young Marquis, Huo Feng has made a lot of money in order to make friends with you. I heard that you like to draw beautiful pictures, and you have already asked people to talk to the red sleeve painting boat, and the Oiran Kou girl has agreed, so she is waiting in the painting boat. ”

Su Zhuo felt that this gift was a bit heavy, even after the god general, but the expenses of this red-sleeved painting boat were really amazing, and it was often thousands of taels of silver, unless it was a royal noble, otherwise it would take half a year to go to a chic trip. He didn't expect Huo Feng to value himself so much, and he would have to hold a banquet on the red-sleeved painting boat.

Huo Feng is also a person who is thick and fine, and when he saw what Su Zhuo meant, he hurriedly said: "The young marquis doesn't have to mind, this time it can be regarded as a celebration for the young marquis. ”