Three days later, Mochizuki Castle.

The street next to the mercenary union was unusually lively, and there were sounds of selling and forming groups everywhere.

A group of people walked down the street, and a teenager walked faintly in front.

When passing by a tavern, a faint ballad came from it, and the young man paused, turned his head and said a few words to the people behind him, and then walked into the tavern with the girl beside him.

In the dim light, several casually dressed waiters were busy back and forth, and the unique smell of inferior wine floated in the air, but the young man didn't mind, pulled the girl, found a relatively empty place, and sat down at a table casually.

The young man is Yue Mochen, who has just come out of the Silent Ridge, this is the first time he has entered the secular city since he was sensible, although the area is much larger than the Shallow Moon Holy Land, but he is about to lose a lot in momentum, so Yue Mochen does not have the embarrassment of "Grandma Liu first entered the Grand View Garden".

It was evening, and more and more mercenaries entered the tavern, and the small tavern became crowded, and before long, all the tables were occupied.

And the music also became passionate at this time, Yue Mochen held a wine glass and listened to the pianist's performance with interest.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the door, and the tavern suddenly became quiet, and immediately after, there was a chaotic chatter.

"That guy is here again. ”

"Alas, once a day, a few fights each time, we still have to do business!"

"There's no way, who calls people to cultivate high, and there is a good old man. I heard that he Lao Tzu recently accepted another servant for him, one is a heaven-level Liulang martial artist!"

"Cut, just his three-legged cat kung fu will be cultivated to a high level? That is, he is lucky, he will be reincarnated! If it weren't for his Lao Tzu, I would have eliminated the harm for the people. ”

"Don't say it, he's coming in, and it's going to be a problem for him to hear you. ”

Suddenly, there was peace in the tavern again, and at this time, a figure walked in from the door, with an arrogant laugh: "Why is it so quiet, are they all welcoming the arrival of Young Master Ben?"

No one answered, the guy who called himself Young Master Ben smiled to himself, looked around through the dim light, and after seeing Yue Mochen beside Yue Mochen, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the table of the two.

This is a beautifully dressed young man, cultivated to the same level as Yue Mochen, a second-order fighter, but the aura on the two middle-aged men who looked like servants behind him was relatively strong.

He swaggered up to Yue Mochen, his eyes squinted upward, and he said with a gesture of no one in his eyes: "You don't know, this position has always been where I sit?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Mochen's body, at this time, the two of them had already changed into a rather ordinary samurai uniform, and their own temperament was also well hidden by this dim light, and they looked like ordinary children at this time.

At this time, someone whispered: "This young man is unlucky, he was targeted by Fang Zixiong." ”

"It's not because of the woman next to him? You know, Fang Zixiong's best girlfriend is nine out of ten fights when she robs people's daughters. ”

"Alas, don't say it, if he wasn't unlucky, maybe we would be unlucky, this guy holds the power of his Lao Tzu, bullying the weak here all day long, we can't afford to provoke him. ”

But the person concerned, Yue Mochen, turned a deaf ear, smiled faintly at the pianist, and said, "Why don't you play?" ”

"Kid, didn't you hear my young master talking to you? Do you know who my young master is? Our young master is the second son of the Fang family! I don't know what to do!" a thinner servant yelled at Yue Mochen.

Hearing this, Fang Zixiong raised his eyebrows cooperatively, his head was raised higher, he could almost look at the roof, and he didn't know if his neck was tired.

If a person had a tail, I am afraid that the tail of the second son of the Fang family would have already reached the sky.

Yue Mochen couldn't stop laughing in his heart, but on the surface, he said with a serious face: "Cousin, did you hear it, it seems that a dog is barking." ”

Yue Mo smiled and pretended to be panicked and shouted, "Hey, boss, do you still have dogs in your tavern? ”

The servant of the fox and the fake tiger didn't even realize that Yue Mochen and the two were scolding him at this time, but he thought that Yue Mochen was ignoring him, this feeling had never been encountered since he followed Fang Zixiong, which made him very unhappy.

"Boy, give you a chance, get out of this door, and I'll treat it as if it didn't happen. ”

"Yo, it's still quite loud, I don't know what it will taste like when it is stewed. ”

As soon as Yue Mochen said this, everyone in the tavern laughed.

"This friend, don't do things too much, this is indeed the position of our young master, you better leave. ”

Another servant spoke up, this was the first time he had spoken, this person was about thirty years old, his face was relatively square, and with his tone at this time, it was quite upright.

However, people can't look good, no one knows what kind of person he is, just like Shafeicheng, such a stupid person on the surface, but Yue Mochen, who has been with him for a few days, found that this guy can be regarded as full of bad water, but he can distinguish between right and wrong.

At this time, the thin man servant saw his companion speak, but he looked a little annoyed: "When is it your turn to speak?"

Hearing this, the servant shook his head and said no more.

Yue Mochen looked at him with some surprise, and secretly wondered in his heart: This square-faced servant cultivated to the first level of the Melting Heaven Realm, and he would be drunk by a thin man of the high level of a fighter? It seems that there must be another story in this.

He didn't think that the other party was a cowardly person, because how could a cowardly person be promoted to the heavenly rank in his thirties?

"On this, his name is written?" Yue Mochen said lightly.

It may be that he is too tired with his head and neck up, and at this time, Fang Zixiong finally lowered his head and stared at Yue Mochen, who was still sitting on the chair, with a murderous aura in his eyes.

The thin man saw that he was strong, and said in his heart: It's time to pretend to be forced again!

I saw him shouting: "Look for death!"

At the same time, his right fist went straight to Yue Mochen's façade with a chilling fist wind!

Unexpectedly, this guy is not strong, but his fists are not small.

Yue Mochen turned around unhurriedly, dodged the thin man's fist, and kicked the opponent with his left foot slightly, and the thin man lost his center of gravity and fell forward.

Unable to avoid it, his face just smashed on the wine jug on the table in front of Yue Mochen.

The sound of cracked wood, the sound of broken tiles, and the cries of the thin man sounded at the same time, and the tavernkeeper looked heartbroken: My flask, my table!

Listening to the thin man's mournful scream, Fang Zixiong's heart was in turmoil, but he still pretended to be calm, looked at the square-faced servant, and said, "Yang Wutian!