"Why does this errand officer look down with such strange eyes?"

Seeing that Hou Jiuming was dressed extraordinarily, the errand officer didn't seem to be an ordinary person, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he got up and hugged his fists in return, and politely replied, "Childe misunderstood, brothers don't mean anything else,

I just admired Childe's good skills, and he rushed here alone. ”

"Oh, what's that to say?" Seeing the hidden words in the teahouse, Hou Jiuming immediately became interested and immediately asked.

"Isn't Gongzi the one who shook the Yue Kingdom?" The errand officer immediately looked at Hou Jiuming with wary eyes, and the hand close to the waist knife had already quietly grasped the handle of the knife.

Although there has been a truce between Shaoyue and Qianyu for several years, the chaos has never stopped.

Because of the cracks in the ground, Zhenyue was unable to clean up the broken mountains and rivers after the war, which led to rampant mountain bandits, demon haunts, and killing people and goods.

As a city gate guard, he has encountered victims and bandits who stormed the city gate more than once, so if there is any trouble, he will immediately reflexively be on guard.

Now, Hou Jiuming was alone, and he asked such a common sense question, which made him doubt in his heart, "This can't be some kind of demon and monster, right?" ”

The reaction of the guard officer was naturally noticed by Hou Jiuming, but he didn't care, a martial artist at the level of qi and blood couldn't make waves at all.

However, in order to understand the situation, he still opened his mouth to explain, "I also lived in Solid Stone City before, and I remember that at that time, it was the Iron Fist Gang, the Eight Treasure Gang, and the Money Gang.

Later, because it was too chaotic, he left this place and went to Fengming Country, and recently because of some things, he had to return, so, he didn't know much about things here.

Please also ask the errand officer to clarify one or two. As he spoke, a piece of broken silver, about one or two or so, was quietly placed on the side of the money frame, an angle that the soldiers could not see.

Hearing the explanation, plus the silver on the side of the money basket, the officer's guard looked slightly restrained, reached out and quietly put away the silver, and then said with a smile.

"What Childe said is the old yellow calendar, the Iron Fist Gang and the Eight Treasures Gang have long been wiped out, and now the Money Gang in the city is the dominant family......"

The messenger took the advantage and relieved his suspicion of Hou Jiuming, so his attitude changed and he enthusiastically told him about the situation in the city and why his arrival alone would attract attention.

It turned out that after the end of the war between Shaoyue and Qianyu, the two countries sent a large number of soldiers to garrison the fissure, which led to no one cleaning up the domestic mess, and the chaos has continued to this day.

It's better during the day, and at most you'll encounter some bandits.

But at night, the outside of the city becomes completely off-limits.

All kinds of demons and monsters appeared, and almost none of them could survive if they encountered them.

As a result, very few people go out, and even when they do, they come in groups.

Because of the huge number, not only can the bandits be feared,

It can also rely on the gathered yang energy to deter demons.

Of course, some people who use their own force are not in this range.

Hou Jiuming arrived just now, and they regarded him as a person with particularly strong martial arts, so they leaked their curious eyes.

After listening to this explanation, Hou Jiuming suddenly realized.

After that, after a few polite words, he said goodbye and left.

Compared to the outside of the city, the inside of the city is a little better, at least you can see the pedestrians coming and going.

However, these people are all dish-faced, and it seems that life is not very satisfactory.

Thinking about it, there is so much chaos outside the city, the villages and towns have become ruins, the people who farm the land have long since died, and those who have fled, and those who have not grown food, it is strange that these people can live well.

Walking along the main street, you will pass by the former Iron Fist station, which has become a gathering place for beggars.

Many people in ragged clothes, with blank eyes, either doing or standing in a daze.

After seeing him, a beautifully dressed boy, he immediately rushed out of it.

"Childe is good~"

"Uncle, have mercy on me~"

"Give it to the stutter~"

Looking at the crowded people, Hou Jiuming's scalp was numb, and he dodged to avoid those beggars, and at the same time, with a throw of his right hand, countless copper coins were scattered.

"It's money, pick it up~"

With the temptation of money, Hou Jiuming, a fake son-in-law, got out smoothly and left here quickly.

After walking for a while, he stopped and looked at the shop in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Sihai Teahouse, unfortunately, it is no longer a thing~"

The teahouse that he once opened with his own hands has long since lost the crowd of the past, and the owner inside has also changed.

Climb the stairs and enter the store.

As soon as Hou Jiuming stepped in with one foot, a clever junior came over and greeted him with a warm face.

"Childe, you're here, what kind of tea are you drinking, willow eyebrows, finch tongue ......"

"A pot of dragon wells!"

"Okay~, you do it here, the tea will be there soon!" Xiao Er shouted, took Hou Jiuming to a location facing the street, and diligently wiped the tables and chairs with a rag.

After inviting him to sit down, he turned to leave.

Not long after, a loud shout rang out.

"A pot of Longjing tea!"

The departing Xiao Er came steadily with a tray with a teapot and teacup on it in the shouting.

"Childe, your tea, please taste the tea slowly!" Xiao Er put the tea on the table, poured it twice, said respectfully, and bowed away.

The mist rose, the fragrance of tea wafted, looking at the familiar tea, Hou Jiuming picked up the teacup, blew lightly, dissipated a little heat, raised his glass to dip his lips, and sipped lightly.

In an instant, the bitterness of the surging appeared on the tip of the tongue.

Waiting for the tea to enter the stomach, a rich aftertaste fills the mouth.

"Good tea~"

This admiration did not lower the voice, and the surrounding guests and men, as well as the boss, all smiled when they heard this.

Since the tea leaves of Sihai Tea House became famous, everyone who came to drink tea praised it.

People like Hou Jiuming, they have seen a lot.

So, just smile lightly and don't care.

"Shopkeeper, I remember coming here three years ago, and the shopkeeper seems to be a young man?" Putting the teacup back on the table, Hou Jiuming just met the smiling eyes of the shopkeeper, and couldn't help but ask about the doubts in his heart.

The shopkeeper who was about to bow his head to settle the accounts was a little surprised when he heard the inquiry, but he didn't think much about it, and said with a smile,

"I didn't expect Childe to be a regular customer, the young man you said is my owner, as early as three years ago, he handed over the store to me,

Now the owner family is enjoying happiness in the capital. ”

"Speaking of the king shopkeeper, it is really admirable, not only is he a good hand at business, but he is even more good at kung fu, he has already stepped into the innate martial artist at a young age,

In the entire Shaoyue Country, it can be said that it is the first day of ......"