An inn is a place to stay, and a restaurant is a place to drink.

A restaurant is just a place to drink, and if you have money, you can get everything you want, the prettiest women, the most comfortable rooms, and the craziest shows.

Late at night.

This restaurant, called Piaoxiangyuan, is still brightly lit.

Two men were setting up the dishes and chopsticks, and in the distance there were several charming women, sitting on chairs, some whispering, some moving.

They were waiting for someone, waiting for someone to arrive.

The comfortable time passed quickly, and a man walked into the room, a man with two mustaches, not handsome, but with a pair of piercing eyes.

When the man saw him come in, he immediately stepped forward to salute him, and then departed, leaving only a few girls with heavy makeup in the room.

The man walked to the table and sat down, and his hand naturally touched the flask, but instead of the flask, he touched a soft hand, a woman's hand.

Women's hands are always soft, the younger the woman's hands, the softer the hands, the owner of this hand is a young woman, the man looked up, saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, still with a childish face, but unfortunately the childishness of this face is hidden by heavy makeup, ordinary people can see, only the charm of women, but do not notice the innocence hidden behind the charm.

Women are always naïve, and the older a woman is, the more naïve she is, because older women are always gullible with men, and on the contrary, the younger women are, the more sophisticated they are.

The man looked at her and said, "Get out of the way." ”

"Don't be numb, guest officer, let me serve you a drink. ”

The woman showed a coquettish appearance, and her palm naturally touched the man's chest, but before she could touch the hot skin, she was pushed away by the man.

", I don't want to say it a second time!"

The woman stared at the man hatefully, snorted coldly, and angrily pushed the door and left.

The man laughed and said to the remaining women, "You guys too!"

The rest of the women looked at each other, and Gu could see the surprise in each other's eyes, and they really couldn't think of a woman who didn't like to be with a man.

Even the most serious men will be lost in the tenderness of the escort girl, because they are the women who know men best, and their voices, their hands, have the power to confuse people's hearts.

Is there really a man who doesn't love this kind of woman?

Mu Zixu is a man who doesn't love women, he loves men, handsome men, the younger the better.

Some people say that he loves women because he has a beautiful wife, and some people say that he loves men because he never pretends to women other than his wife, some people say that he loved women at first because he married a wife, and some people say that he later fell in love with a man, because he had married a wife for ten years, but he had no children.

His affairs can be said to be well-known in the Southeast Region, and even the Danding faction has a lot of complaints about it, so this time he came to participate in the Linglong Festival, although he is one of the leaders and elders, he will not live together.

He dismisses it, and the team members don't.

He was the only one left in the room at the moment, no man, no woman, only wine, the wine of adulthood.

Like amber set in a luminous glass, the wine reflects his ordinary face, which he drinks in one gulp.

"Good wine!" he said to himself, "it's a pity that there is no one to drink with me, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

He drank a good amount of wine, and drank it quickly, glass after glass, almost without stopping, when he drank, he hardly looked at the glass, but poured the wine immediately after drinking, so some wine spilled out, if he was a lover of wine, he would definitely call him a loser, but he had no repentance, and still went his own way.

Suddenly, he slid off his chair like a puddle of mud.

He didn't know how many glasses he drank, but he kept drinking, all the time, until his body was soft.

He likes the feeling of being drunk, because when he is drunk, he forgets the pain, and all that echoes in his mind is the picture of happiness, has he ever been happy?

No!

So the mind is empty.

I don't know how long later, there was a sudden knock at the door, it was the kind of anxious sound of knocking and knocking, not a normal, distinct sound.

It can be seen that the person knocking on the door is in a hurry, and if it weren't for the identity of the person in the room, I'm afraid he would have broken in.

Mu Zixu burped, stood up, straightened his clothes, and sat down in his chair again.

"Come in. He said, his voice trembling a little. This is also normal, he is a drunk person after all, and he was drunk until just now.

The next moment, he was completely conscious.

Like a wounded leopard, it exudes a dangerous aura all over its body.

"Who! Hurt you!"

Zhang Xiaolin, who was missing a palm, stood in front of him.

Zhang Xiaolin knelt down straight, said with a sad face: "Elder, you must avenge me!"

His whole body of kung fu is in his hands, and if he loses a palm, it means that half of his kung fu will be wasted, and if he wants to practice it again, he doesn't know how much effort it will take.

Although Yan Chiyang almost killed him, what Zhang Xiaolin hated the most was Han Chuang, who cut off his arm, of course, he didn't know that it was Han Chuang, he just thought it was Li Dazhu.

"It was a swordsman with a sword in the ranks of Yunzhou City, named Li Dazhu, and Yang Huai also died at his hands. Zhang Xiaolin said with a cry, he knew that Yang Huai died at the hands of Yan Chiyang, but Han Chuang was also inseparable.

"Impossible!" After Mu Zixu heard it, his first reaction was impossible, if he said that Zhang Xiaolin was injured by others, he believed it, and if he said that he was injured by a swordsman in the main team of Yunzhou City, he didn't believe it.

Who doesn't know that the Yunzhou City Lord team is just here to join in the fun this time, and it is almost impossible for the group to appear. Mu Zixu was even more sure that in that team, there was no one who could defeat Zhang Xiaolin, let alone cut off his arm.

"But have any senior masters made a move?" asked Mu Zixu.

"No," Zhang Xiaolin said, "there was only one person who made a move, and that was the swordsman named Li Dazhu." ”

"Nonsense, how could the swordsman of Yunzhou hurt you!" Mu Zixu's drunkenness went to three points, and when he saw that Zhang Xiaolin was serious, his heart was a little shaken, but his inherent understanding made him dare not believe it.

Zhang Xiaolin said: "It was a sneak attack, that person sneaked up on me." ”

He had made a reason for himself, perhaps knowing that it was just a reason, and his voice was low, with a taste of shame.

But how could Mu Zixu, who was drunk, distinguish the difference in tone, he only knew that a swordsman in Yunzhou cut off Zhang Xiaolin's palm, and immediately said angrily: "Good your Wei Zhenye, if you instigate your subordinates to sneak attack, I will definitely find you to argue one or two." ”

Although he couldn't see Zhang Xiaolin's viciousness, Zhang Xiaolin was a disciple of the Danding faction after all, and the disciple was attacked by someone and his wrist was cut off, how could he, an elder, not come out? What's more, at such a sensitive moment, the Danding faction spent a lot of money to exchange a five-element array from a foreign sect, and now that Zhang Xiaolin has been hit hard, the power of the five-element array must be greatly reduced.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Zixu couldn't wait to kill Wei Zhenye immediately.

He was about to get up, but was stopped by Zhang Xiaolin, he glared at him, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "Elder don't worry, he is not the only one who has injured his disciples. ”

Mu Zi said angrily: "They are still besieging you?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "It's not a group of people, it's another person." ”

Mu Zixu said: "I don't understand, you make it clear." ”

Zhang Xiaolin said: "Of course, the person who cut off the disciple's wrist should be killed, but there is another person who should be killed more than that person, everything is his layout, it was he who provoked the conflict between me and the swordsman, and then took advantage of my injury to want to put me to death." ”

Mu Zixu's eyes closed and he quieted down.

The assassination of the core disciples of the rival sect, the sects in the southeast region have done a lot of things, although everyone condemns this kind of behavior on the surface, but who said that it is far easier to kill a star of hope than to kill a famous master?

Once a martial artist is promoted to the condensation stage, it is difficult to be killed, so most sects in the southeast region will launch assassinations when the opponent's core disciples have not broken through the condensation stage.

At first, it was quite fruitful, but later, the assassinated sect was prepared, and it was rarely successful.

Because it has not happened for too long that the core disciple has been stabbed, Mu Zixu is also a little careless, if he is present today, it is impossible for Han Chuang to cut off Zhang Xiaolin's palm, and it is even more impossible for Yan Chiyang to almost kill Zhang Xiaolin.

Mu Zixu asked, "Who is the person who killed you?"

Zhang Xiaolin clenched his teeth, and after a long time, he said with hatred: "It's Yan Chiyang of the Chixia Sect." ”

"Strange sword Yan Chiyang!" Mu Zi was humbly shocked and said, "How could he assassinate you, aren't you afraid that my Danding faction will come to the door?"

It is not strange for Yan Chiyang to assassinate Zhang Xiaolin, but it is strange that at the sensitive moment of the Linglong Festival, not to mention that the night city lord Sikong Blood forbids each other to assassinate each other before the grand event, let's just say that the strength of the Danding faction is enough to make Yan Chiyang dare not act rashly.

Unless-

Mu Zixu glanced at Zhang Xiaolin and said lightly: "Xiaolin, did you do something?"

When Zhang Xiaolin heard this, he knelt on the ground with a puff and shouted, "The disciple didn't do anything. ”

Mu Zixu sneered: "What an arrogant person is Strange Sword Yan Chiyang, would he come to assassinate you for no reason? You must have done something to anger him." ”

"The disciple really didn't do anything!" Zhang Xiaolin said, "Yan Chiyang heard the news that our Danding Sect had obtained the Five Elements Array somewhere, so he assassinated me so that the sect's idea of setting up the Five Elements Array would be frustrated. ”

This Five Elements Array needs to be put out by the martial soul for the martial artists of the Five Elements, and if you want to maximize the power of the formation, Zhang Xiaolin is an indispensable part.

Originally, Mu Zixu felt that Zhang Xiaolin must have done something, but now listening to his explanation, he couldn't help but think: "That Yan Chiyang is thoughtful, one step at a time, if he really knows about the Five Elements Array, he can't really do the assassination." ”

Thinking about this, he softened his tone a little and said, "Since you were seriously injured, how did you escape from Yan Chiyang's hands?"

Zhang Xiaolin saw that Mu Zixu's tone was relaxed, and immediately told Mu Zixu that the two met in the alley, ran all the way, and finally were saved by the monk.

When Mu Zixu heard that Zhang Xiaolin was rescued by a monk, his body was immediately shocked and asked, "What is the strength of the monk?"

Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Mu Zixu hurriedly said, "You said it!"

Zhang Xiaolin reacted at this time and said: "If you talk about strength, above me and Yan Chiyang, I'm afraid you can compare with you, the elder-"

He glanced at Mu Zixu faintly, and didn't speak, but the meaning was already obvious: in his opinion, the strength of the monk should be above Mu Zixu.

Mu Zixu is not a fool, he immediately knew the meaning of the string song, and only felt that the strength of a strange monk was stronger than his own, which was really incredible, so he said: "What is the age of the monk." ”

Zhang Xiaolin smiled bitterly: "That monk is only about twenty years old. ”

"Twenty years old!" Mu Zixu exclaimed, and then kept pacing in the room, from left to right, and from right to left, his intricate steps reflected his anxiety.

He stopped in front of Xiaolin and asked anxiously, "Are you sure he is only about twenty years old?"

Zhang Xiaolin carefully recalled the face of the monk, and said affirmatively: "He is about twenty years old, and he will never be more than twenty-five years old. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mu Zixu say: "Oops, terrible." ”

Zhang Xiaolin said: "What's bad?"

Mu Zixu glanced at him, talked for a while, and said, "I'm afraid this monk is from a foreign land, and the purpose is also on the Linglong Pagoda. ”