The terrain of Beihai is flat, the field of vision is vast, there are no mountains, and there are not so many ravines and stumbling, and the man who gallops on the grassland all the year round may be influenced by this, and his temperament is rough, cheerful and enthusiastic.

The people of Beihai, young and old, love to drink, especially spirits, and many people are addicted to alcohol.

In the cold winter season, the citizens of the city and the common people in the countryside have nothing to do, and the tavern is undoubtedly the best place for them to pass the time.

The tavern is also the place where accidents are frequent and stories are the most, and almost every day a few drunks are spilling around and finally being taken out by the bartender and thrown on the street.

Sometimes the situation is a little more serious, and the drunken reckless man loses his mind for a moment, and fights in the tavern get out of control, which eventually turns into a crowd that causes trouble and alarms the patrolling guards.

In the tavern where Mu Liu and Si Mingqin Zhen were, there were a few drunks who quarreled about which little lady in the flower shop next door was more handsome, and they quarreled, and they used the tavern as an arena to fight their skills, but they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

The battle was chaotic, and the tables and chairs in the tavern were damaged.

However, the shopkeeper saw that the customers were enthusiastic, so he simply started a gambling game, and instructed the guys to stand at the door and shout, attracting more people to come in to see the excitement.

For the shopkeeper, winning or losing is not important, every person who comes in can sell a few glasses of wine, and he also earns a few more copper fairy shells. As long as the scene is controlled, no one dies, the crippled take care of themselves, and the smashed tables, chairs, and drinking utensils will eventually have to claim compensation from these drunkards who fought and brawled.

If they can't afford to pay, the shopkeeper is not in a hurry, he always has a way to find a suitable way to recover his losses from the laws of Rift City.

The Colosseum, the mines to the west...... There is a shortage of people in many dark places.

Mu Liu, who was sitting in the corner, also jumped out to gamble on a whim.

In order not to attract attention, he took out his purse and bet only five silver fairy shells.

However, it still attracted the attention of many drinkers.

The pastime that came to this tavern were some low-level civilians, and they could only take out a few copper fairy shells at most to help the fun, which means that they didn't expect that a teenage doll would be their income for half a month.

It is rare to meet a rich man in such a humble place, let alone a rich teenager who wears civilian clothes.

Moreover, the young man's appearance did not look very much like a local.

The natives of Beihai are not xenophobic, but there are always some people who see money and are greedy under the stimulation of alcohol, and have a crooked idea about these two young people.

The tavern keeper had a big belly, and personally came over with snacks to greet him, and instructed his men to go to the back kitchen to buy a few decent dishes.

"The little guest officer has a good eye, that Qiao Er's brain is not very good, but he is an expert in fighting, and I am also optimistic about him. ”

Mu Liu pretended to be stupid, hesitated with his purse, and said, "Or, I'll bet some more?"

The tavern shopkeeper smiled dumbly, hurriedly waved his hand to forgive, and said hurriedly: "This can't be done, a small bet is pleasant, the big guy is just trying to be lively, if the son bets big, I'm afraid that my tavern will change hands." ”

Mu Liu smiled innocently, looking harmless to humans and animals, and praised: "The shopkeeper is really good at talking." ”

The shopkeeper and Yan Yue set were almost: "Our line of work is to mix personal feelings, and the uncles, aunts and grandmothers who come in are all happy, so that the business can continue." ”

Muliu is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Before the shopkeeper's voice settled, he was full of nonsense in a serious manner: "The shopkeeper should not be careful, just because the house is too stuffy, I specially accompanied my brother to disguise himself to relax, experience the life of a civilian, and just pass by and come in to rest." There are too many rules in the family, and I am afraid it will be difficult to have such an opportunity in the future. ”

With a permanent population of over a million and so many celebrities and nobles in Rift Valley alone, Muliu didn't believe anyone could see through his nonsense.

Unless it's the ones who want to deal with Si Shenqin.

Mu Liu behaved politely and decently, and he seemed to be the little master of a big family, who was not deeply involved in the WTO, and was easily deceived and bullied.

The shopkeeper is an understanding person, and he didn't ask about Muliu's door, but leaned in and lowered his voice to warn: "The little boy may rarely go out, and he doesn't know the truth that wealth should not be exposed, listen to the uncle's advice, and after going out later, don't go to a dark place, go home early." ”

Mu Liulian nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I wrote it down, thank you for the shopkeeper's advice." ”

"Childe is polite. ”

Not long after the shopkeeper returned to the counter, the fight in the tavern stopped, and the five people who fell to the ground groaned in pain, and the only one standing was the strong man called Qiao Erlenzi by the shopkeeper, covering his head and his face covered with blood.

As soon as the game was over, Mu Liu and Si Mingqin Zhen stood up and walked to the door.

The shopkeeper was settling the gambling money, and when he saw them leaving, he hurriedly shouted: "Son, please stay, your winning money is still here." ”

"All the money I win, go to this standing hero. Mu Chuan turned around, looked at Qiao Er stunned, retreated as he spoke, followed behind Si Mingqin Zhen, and walked out of the tavern.

Qiao Er was a little dazed, and looked at this innocent and bright smiling face for a moment.

He felt he had to remember the face.

"His name is my hero?"

Someone next to him responded: "That's right, only a rich young master who has a lot of money and stupidity will call you a hero." ”

Qiao Er was stunned and unhappy, and shouted: "Young master is not stupid! You are stupid! Your whole family is stupid!"

Looking at Qiao Er's stunned fierce appearance, the man was weak-hearted, and hurriedly apologized: "Second Master Qiao is right, I'm stupid, my whole family is stupid, you're not stupid, you're our hero in Beihai." ”

Qiao Er was stunned and repeated: "Yes, I am called Hero, and my name will be Qiao Hero in the future!"

As soon as Mu Liu and Si Mingqin Zhen left the tavern, a dozen or so people hurriedly checked out and followed behind.

"Joe Hero, then, here's your money. The shopkeeper settled the gambling money, estimated the losses in the store, and after deducting the corresponding expenses, he threw all the money that Mu Liu won to Qiao Yingying.

Others encouraged: "With this money, you can go to the next door to fight for a few days and nights." ”

"Get out!" Qiao Yingying pushed the man away with his elbow, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled innocently, counted the six silver fairy shells in his hand, and said very seriously: "My mother said, if you have money, find me a beautiful daughter-in-law, and I want to save money to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

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In less than a meal, there was a terrible smell of burnt fire in the depths of the dark alleyways not far from the tavern.

If you have the ability to pass through the phantom circle that envelops this alley, you can see clothing burning.

And Mu Liu was holding a rusty kitchen knife that he had picked up out of nowhere, and it was hanging on a man's neck.

This man had a fierce face, but his body was blue and purple, and he was scarred, and only a pair of pants remained, and he looked at Mu Liu in horror, very embarrassed.

In his eyes, the young man's movements were so fast that he didn't know what he had done, and the clothes on his body were gone. Anyway, he has also cultivated three soul paths, and he knows some basic combat skills, but he can't parry them at all.

Obviously he came to rob, but he was robbed so that only a pair of pants remained.

I really don't know how to describe the mood at this time.

In addition to him, there were more than a dozen men with only pants lying in this dark alleyway, some unconscious, some moaning in pain, and one shameless still crying.

"How many are there?" asked Muryu.

Si Mingqin really stood behind him with a dozen money bags, and said with a smile: "1 gold, 98 silver, 7 bronze." ”

"Five silver immortal shells for two gold immortal shells, such a transaction must be done often in the future. Mu Liu slapped the man's face a few times with the knife of the kitchen knife, and smiled innocently.

But in the eyes of this man, this smiling face is even more terrifying than the demon descendants of the north.

"Today, the master is happy, I don't want to see blood, so I won't say goodbye. ”

Mu Liu threw down the kitchen knife, turned around and followed behind Si Mingqinzhen, and swaggered away.

PS: Sometimes, a word, a kind smile, can change a person's life.