Before entering the border town, pass a lonely inn with crumpled and shabby liquor signs hanging outside.

Chen Ping'an shook the wine gourd, and decided to add some wine, the quality of the wine, Chen Ping'an could drink it, the wine of Huangliang blessed land, the mellow brew of Osmanthus Island, all of them had been drunk, and the wine in the corner wine shop on the roadside was not less bought, so he didn't care so much.

Outside the inn, there was a thin pole-like earth dog, basking in the sun, and when they saw Chen Ping'an and the three of them from a distance, they began to get up, grinning and roaring.

What kind of hospitality is this?

A little lame man ran out with a knife, pointed at the dog with the tip of the knife, and said menacingly: "If you shout again, I will take your dog's head!"

The earth dog fell back to the ground sickly.

The little lame man looked up and saw three rare guests, quickly hid the knife behind his back, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, guest officer, we are not a black shop here, and it is guaranteed to be a serious business done by a white family!"

The limping thin boy seemed to be worried that the guests would turn around and run, so he made the first move, turned his head and shouted to the lobby inside: "Boss, the guests are coming, hurry up and clean the table, there is your favorite, handsome boy, or a scholar!"

After the shop guy gave the proprietress the good news, he quickly turned his head, bent down and stretched out his hand, "Guest officers, please sit inside, we have the green plum wine made by the proprietress here, and my master's best roasted whole sheep, thousands of miles of borders, there is no other branch of this one!"

Chen Ping'an and the three walked into the inn.

Drinking and eating in the lobby on the first floor, there are not many tables, I think it is because the business is cold, the second floor can live people, there are no guests in the lobby at the moment, just a woman who stepped on the bench, swallowed melon seeds, and glanced at the so-called scholar of the little lame, she was not hopeful at first, the little lame man is a small maggot soaked in the dung pit, how can there be any knowledge, and I will not know how to write the word handsome in this life.

The woman was wearing a wide-sleeved robe with yellow flowers on a red background, the texture of the robe was good, and the style was good, but the years were really a little long, as if it had been covered with a layer of greasy.

The woman's face was plump and ruddy, her figure was graceful, and she was white and ugly, not to mention that she was not ugly, she was already a woman in her thirties, and she still would not lose to those fifteen or sixteen-year-old beautiful girls.

Her eyes lit up, she was delicate and charming, threw a handful of melon seeds on the ground, casually took the embroidered shoes and flicked them, pulled them under the table, twisted her slender waist vigorously, like a snake, twisted to Chen Ping'an's side, slapped it, and gently put it on the shoulder of the handsome little brother in the white robe, pinched it with her hand, and couldn't see it, the old lady picked up the treasure, not to mention the good-looking appearance, I never thought that it was still a strong body, not those useless embroidered pillows.

Chen Ping'an saw that she had to move an inch, and she had to slap her chest, so she took a step sideways, let her slap the air, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, I want to buy three or five catties of wine, no meals or accommodation, buy wine and leave, I heard the guy say that there is ancestral plum wine here, I don't know what the price is?"

The woman retracted her palm in a daze, "Childe is in such a hurry to go to that fox town? It's really not to attract business, just to scare Childe, there are often haunted and haunted, which can harm people's minds and ghosts, this year is even more powerful, many merchants and travelers have suffered disasters, there are no dead people, but there are crazy people over there, and they have to have a pair of hands." So, son, you still live in our inn, a few pots of green plum wine, not expensive, the best five-year brew, two pots are only one or two silver, and then a roasted whole sheep, eat and drink enough, stay here at night, and ...... then."

Speaking of this, the woman's eyebrows were full of spring, and she raised them slightly, rippling with spring, "Sister, I'll personally bring water to my son's feet." ”

Pei Qian drooled on the side, and after hearing the words roasted whole sheep, he couldn't walk.

She wiped her mouth and gently tugged at Chen Ping'an's sleeve.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked Wei Xian, "Can you drink?"

Wei Xian nodded and said, "Massive." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled at the proprietress: "I won't live there, but I can have a meal at the inn, in addition to the wine I drank at the dinner table, prepare an extra five catties of green plum wine for me, I want to take it away." ”

The woman waved her hand to the little lame man, "Pick a sheep for your old camel master, remember to be fat and thin, use snacks, don't always think about a cheap master falling from the sky all day long, teach you peerless martial arts, such a good thing can't hit you on the head." Get out of here. ”

The boy muttered and sped away.

The three of them sat down, and as soon as there was an empty bench, the woman went to the counter, took a few plates of broken mouth food, put them on the table, and sat opposite Chen Ping'an, "Listen to the child's accent, it doesn't look like our Daquan people?

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Some more south." ”

The woman leaned forward, bent down and grabbed a handful of dried fruits bought from Fox Town, her heavy chest was heavily pressed on the table, and she found that the young boy was always smiling at his face, and his eyes were clear, which made the woman a little surprised, there are still cats in the world that don't eat fish? She smiled and asked, "Let's drink some wine first?" I can accompany the son to drink leisurely, and wait until the roast whole sheep is on the table, just slightly drunk, and then tear off the golden butter leg of mutton, the taste is really amazing. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said okay.

The woman went to fetch a jar of wine and four large white bowls stacked together, unsealed the mud, poured the wine into the bowl, the green plum wine showed an amber color, especially clean, not turbid, just a glance, good winemakers, it is estimated that it will be a little intoxicating. The woman was quite complacent, smiled and introduced this ancestral plum wine, divided into half a year, three years, five years, is the worst half a year to brew, there was once a heroic man who traveled to the capital, leading a high-headed horse, after drinking, all have to stretch out their thumbs, praise, saying that there has never been this wine in the capital of Daquan.

Pei Qian looked innocent and asked, "People from the capital only drink brew for half a year?"

The woman choked and hurriedly remedied, "That heroic man was just for a taste at first, and then like your son-in-law, he bought several catties of five-year-old plum wine. ”

Pei Qian didn't smile, and pretended to say suddenly: "So that's the case, the people of Daquan Capital are really not bold, just buy some wine, and you have to taste it first, it's better for me to ...... Dad, if you want to buy it, just buy the most expensive five-year brewed ......"

Chen Ping'an smashed a chestnut over, smashing Pei Qian with his head in his hands.

Chen Ping'an moved the big bowl of green plum wine in front of Pei Qian to Wei Xian on the other side of him, so that the self-proclaimed "massive" founding emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom had two bowls per person, two bowls, presumably no problem.

Pei Qian rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "Can't I just take a sip? After walking such a long way, I am thirsty and my throat is about to smoke!"

The little girl's lips were chapped and almost oozing blood, and if it weren't for the demon-suppressing talisman on the door of her head, which made her bloom with amazing physical strength, she would definitely not have been able to make it to this inn.

Money talks. There are charms that will make her hurry. At the end of the day, it's because of money.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Who drank with you to quench your thirst? Wait a while and ask the proprietress for a bowl of water." ”

Pei Qian glanced at the fancy old lady, snorted coldly, put her hands around her chest, turned her head, and didn't look at the woman.

The woman didn't care, got up and brought a bowl of tea, and gently placed it in front of Pei Qian, "Drink, don't charge money." ”

Pei Qian immediately picked up the bowl with both hands, cooed, and drank it in one go.

If she doesn't drink it for nothing, she hates this old woman, and she doesn't hate the bowl of tea in front of her.

Chen Ping'an and Wei Xian glanced at each other.

Chen Ping'an sighed, thinking that this shopkeeper is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he likes to hold grudges, no worse than Pei Qian, this is not the bowl of tea, when she turned her back to the three of them, she secretly spit into it, twisted her wrist, shook the tea slightly, and brought it to the table, without a trace.

However, the taste of green plum wine is really a must, in addition to not containing aura, it is no longer lost to the osmanthus brew on the island ferry, and it must be filled with a sword gourd afterwards, it is really not good, and then let Wei Xian carry a few jars with him, since he dares to say that there are a lot of them, he must be a person who loves wine.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of the amiable and lovely green plum wine that burned into his throat like coals, and when he entered his stomach but warmed his stomach, his mood improved, and he asked, "Shopkeeper, have you ever heard of the Yao family's border army?"

The woman said casually: "Of course, who doesn't know the prestige of the Yao family's iron horse, not to brag to your son, in my inn, there was once a little general surnamed Yao, with a group of entourage, after eating the whole roasted whole sheep before leaving, and lost a big silver ingot on the table." However, these soldiers and soldiers, even if they are just eating and drinking, are scary, and I dare not approach them, I always feel that they have a murderous aura. ”

The woman patted her chest gently, but she felt sorry for the already tight garment, and she was a little overwhelmed.

Chen Ping'an asked: "The Yao family's border army has a good reputation?"

The woman smiled and said: "Okay, how do we ordinary people know, we have never had the opportunity to deal with these nobles, but what, the reputation is not bad, it can be counted, after all, I opened an inn here, for more than ten years, I haven't heard any rumors about the Yao family bullying anyone, the most heard is the Yao family, who has made great contributions, won the imperial court reward, promoted to a big official, who who died in the Northern Jin Kingdom in the south, his daughter-in-law really became a widow again, it's probably such gossip, it sounds like it's really crooked." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, and had a general impression of the Yao clan who migrated from Lizhu Cave Heaven to Tongye Continent.

Wei Xian had already drunk a large bowl of wine, this was the second bowl, his face was flushed, but his eyes were bright, "The border army neither disturbs the people nor raises hope, it is clear that it wants to express its position with the emperor, and there is no idea of separating the feudal town, which is a wise move." Otherwise, there are emperors in other places outside the bed, how dare you rest assured. ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, "This uncle, what are you talking about?"

Wei Xian took a sip of the bowl of wine and slapped the table, "Wherever the horse's hooves go, it is all land, this wine is delicious!"

The emperor of Nanyuan, who claimed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, said bold words, and got drunk into a puddle of mud, lying on the table and snoring like thunder.

Now you can't live in the inn.

After that, the little lame man and a hunchbacked old man brought a large plate of roasted whole sheep to the table, Chen Ping'an rarely ate so full, Pei Qian was even more full, and in the end, he almost forcibly tore off the mutton and stuffed it into his mouth. Chen Ping'an chewed slowly, ate slowly, and drank not fast.

The proprietress sat at the counter, Chen Ping'an invited her to eat with her before, but politely refused to her, it doesn't hurt to drink a little wine with her, but if you are cheeky to eat with the guests, it is too unkind, and you don't open an inn to do business. Pei Qian ate with a straight stomach and started to walk around the table, otherwise it would be uncomfortable.

Chen Ping'an asked for three adjacent rooms upstairs, Pei Qian was in the middle, helped Wei Xian upstairs, and threw him on the bed, fortunately, the amount of alcohol was not good, the wine was not bad, he slept when he was drunk, he didn't go crazy with alcohol, and he didn't talk about alcohol. Pei Qian went to his room, closed the door, and began to burp. Chen Ping'an picked the bamboo box, put it in his house, and went out, ready to go downstairs to ask the proprietress about the customs of the Daquan Dynasty.

Chen Ping'an found that a guest came to the inn, Hu Lila, wearing a green shirt and robe, about thirty years old, sitting at a table, looking at the woman with a cold face on the other side of the counter with a stupid smile, there was no wine or food on the table, not even a plate of food. At the entrance of the stairs below, sat the shopkeeper, a little lame, looking at the man with a disgusted face.

On the side of the curtain hanging at the door of the stove room in the lobby, the hunchbacked old man sat on a bench, crossed his legs, smoking a dry cigarette.

Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to go downstairs and lay on the railing.

The assassins who had previously blocked the two assassins who were chasing and killing the Yao family's border army, among them, the sword cultivator clearly had a back hand, Chen Ping'an noticed the looming violent aura in the distance, it should be a big demon who is not shallow, at least it is equivalent to the sword cultivation realm, but it suddenly appeared and disappeared in the end, and it was forcibly suppressed by a heroic righteousness, so the middle-aged sword cultivator retreated in a hurry, and the martial artist wearing manna armor had to flee for his life together.

When Chen Ping'an saw the disheveled man in green shirts, his first feeling was that this person might be the hidden figure who killed the big demon in an instant, either a genius monk from the Tongyezhou Sect, or a ...... Like Zhou Juran, he was born in a Confucian Academy!

But Chen Ping'an soon couldn't eat accurately, because the person was annoyed by the proprietress and was blinded by the little lame man, and ignored by the hunchbacked old man, and he was shy in his pocket, and he knew the root of the inn, and he didn't have a chance to slap his swollen face and become fat, so he was sad for a while, looked at the woman, and said infatuatedly: "Jiu Niang, I don't dislike you for being a widow, and you have children, it's really ......."

Chen Ping'an slapped his forehead, not to mention the man's identity and cultivation, only said that in the matter of love between men and women, he was inferior to him, and he deserved not to be entertained, how could he talk to a woman like this? Where is the love word, it is clearly a stab in the woman's heart.

Sure enough, the woman, who was just indifferent, raised her head, stared at the bastard, gritted her teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I went to the sheepfold to get a dustpan of dung and poured it on your head?!"

Chen Ping'an looked at the woman again.

The man in the green shirt was lying on the table, his hands and feet were dancing wildly, especially his hands were like rags, sad and sad, "Jiu Niang, why are you so ruthless, how can I live, don't I just be poor, but the article is hateful, and the reader is not poor, otherwise I can't write a wonderful article for the ages......"

The little cripple spat fiercely, "Uncle of the eternal articles, as far as your limerick poems, I haven't read a book, and I feel disgusting when I listen to them." ”

The hunchbacked old man seemed to be choked, and apparently he also had lingering feelings about the man's eternal articles.

The man in the green shirt suddenly opened up, immediately sat up straight, and looked at the woman with a smile, "Jiu Niang, aren't you afraid of delaying my splendid future......?

The woman really couldn't stand it, and said coldly: "Little lame, old hunchback, use a knife, whoever can cut him to death, I will give him ten taels of silver!"

The old hunchback didn't move, and the little cripple had already run wildly and went to the stove room to get a knife.

The man in the green shirt stood up, straightened his shirt, then quickly turned around and ran away.

Chen Ping'an no longer went downstairs, returned to his room, closed the door, took out the second picture scroll, and put it on the table, martial madman Zhu Yong.

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