A group of fourteen people drank a total of fifteen catties of wine, and according to Wu Laosi's statement, it was just a taste, which not only shows that the people of the big businessmen like to drink well, but also shows that most of the people in this group drink a lot of wine, even if it is the thin and short Hou San'er, his face does not change when he drinks wine in the wine jar.

After all, Qingbei roast is the traditional famous wine of Le'an County, although it is not as burning people as burning knives, but one pound is enough to knock down people who are waiting for idle wine.

After eating and drinking, of course, they had to continue to beg for a living, and twelve horses and six carts squeaked away from the Wanghai Inn with a cart full of goods, which made the shopkeeper who had made a lot of money smile crookedly, but it was a pity that everyone did not stay in the store for a few nights.

It took them an afternoon to finally reach their destination, and the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the plaque with his hands behind his back, which was a tea house called "Chunya".

He silently said in his heart: This is it.

When the men arrived in the backyard and began to unload the bags of goods from the car, the young man stood aside with the old god on the ground, and did not help, but brought a cup of tea from the front desk guy to drink, very leisurely.

"Even if he was sent from above, it doesn't matter if he doesn't help, what does the pestle mean there, watching monkey play?" Hou San'er said unaccustomedly.

"Look at you, too, skinny monkey. Wu Laosi looked at him with disdain.

Hou San'er almost couldn't hold back the rope in his hand, and when he was about to make a move, he seemed to remember something, stopped in annoyance, and then began to unload the heavy cargo loaded with six carts little by little.

The men finally finished unloading the goods, and were about to find a place to sit down and drink two cups of tea to rest, when the hateful young man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and said to the middle-aged man led by a smile:

"Boss Zhang, I and my brothers have worked hard all the way, so let's get here. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, he didn't expect this to mean to send off the guest, and then said quietly:

"Childe said and laughed, he doesn't have much ability to walk the rivers and lakes, but he has more strength, what is this bit of work?"

After Boss Zhang finished speaking, he reached out and touched the polished brass handle on his waist, and twelve guys surrounded him, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared in the small courtyard, and the threat was overflowing.

The young man had no sense of being in danger, but patted his head as if he suddenly realized: "Look at my memory, I haven't paid you all the heroes yet, so I'll go to the old shopkeeper." ”

After speaking, he swaggered around and walked into the house, and the tension outside eased a little, but everyone felt a little weird, and Hou San'er looked at the middle-aged man known as Boss Zhang in puzzlement:

"Why did the boss send such a straw bale, shouldn't it?"

The middle-aged man also felt strange, but he didn't say anything, just frowned and said:

"Let's wait and see, there is an old shopkeeper, let him personally palm his eyes and see where this young man is sacred. ”

The backyard of the tea house is full of people in the Zhuangzi, the young man in Tsing Yi walked into a low tiled house, I don't know why, here in the daytime, the curtain should be pulled tightly, although it is autumn, but the house is even a little stuffy, the smell also seems a little rotten, can only vaguely see an old man sitting in the house.

The young man approached the old man and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Old shopkeeper! I'm Xiaoyan! I'm here with tea, wait for you to settle the bill and let Boss Zhang and them go back to pay the errand!"

Looking closely at the old man with white beard, he was suddenly startled, as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Oh...... Xiao Yan, I'm not deaf, what are you doing shouting so loudly? I'm going to get the money and send them away. ”

As soon as he spoke, the old man stretched out his withered and shrunken hand like a chicken's claw, asking the young man named Xiaoyan to support him.

The young man stretched out his hand to help the old man, and when he glanced at the old man again, he was suddenly startled in his heart.

In the dim and decaying hut, the old man beside him, who was extremely hard of hearing, had a twitching nose, his lips were shriveled, his eyes were always closed, and there was a terrifying knife mark on the eyelids of his two eyes!

Even the bridge of the nose in the upper part of the old man is gone, leaving only a miserable gap at the end of the nose.

The scar has been healed for a long time, but it still looks very hideous, and you can imagine how heavy the old man's injuries were back then.

No wonder the curtain was drawn in broad daylight, it turned out that the old man couldn't see at all!

The young man calculated silently in his heart, carefully recalled the secret report in his heart, and after confirming that it was correct, he stretched out a hand and pinched the old man's left hand, which happened to be the second knuckle of the old man's left index finger.

The old man, who was standing up tremblingly with a cane, seemed to understand something, and he was about to walk to a table when he paused, and a strange smile appeared on his old and wrinkled face.

When the young man saw it in his eyes, he suddenly felt a little infiltrated.

It was as if there was a gloomy wind blowing in the house.

While groping through the gap in the table, he found a worn-out piece of bamboo and handed it to the young man, who could vaguely see that the bamboo piece read: 100 catties of gold.

Could it be that this is a kind of evidence, relying on this tattered piece of bamboo alone to send Boss Zhang and his party away?

Could it be that this piece of bamboo can really be exchanged for hundreds of catties of gold somewhere?

Is this the tea or the ......

The young man was just about to take over the bamboo when he heard the old man muttering indistinctly.

"Your little words, yes, it's much stronger than the previous one. ”

Before the young man could finish listening to him, the old man's right hand, which had been holding the crutch, suddenly tapped the crutch lightly with his index finger, and a dark dagger that was completely invisible in the darkness floated silently and stabbed at the young man!

The young man's five senses were very keen, and he didn't care about the old man, so he turned to one side to avoid this insidious and vicious sneak attack, and then slapped his palm like the wind and slapped straight at the old man's head!

The old man's temperament, which had been acting like an old wood about to be destroyed, suddenly changed, and he picked up the cane in his right hand to block the young man's powerful blow, and then waved his left hand, and the dark dagger was already in his hand.

"I didn't expect it, I just came to have fun, but I met a martial artist from the Mahayana period. I'm just curious, how can you see that I'm different from that 'Xiao Yan' before? After all, before killing him, I also learned his movements and sounds for a long time, but I didn't expect to be able to hide from an old man who was blind and deaf?"

The young man's originally hoarse voice gradually changed, becoming neutral and peaceful, with a sense of dignified and upright.

The corners of the old man's dry lips opened more and more, silent and terrifying.

"Taste. ”

"I'm wearing clothes from his bag. The young man raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect it to be the answer.

"When a person is blind and deaf, the rest of the sensations will inevitably be clearer, even if you change your face and your voice, but the smell on your body is different. ”

"The boy always had a salty smell before, and never drank alcohol, although you also had some seay smell, but you had a lot of alcohol, not only did your companion drink, but you must have drunk it yourself. ”

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that the problem of liking to drink cannot be changed." ”

Then he sighed and sighed: "I'm really not suitable to be an undercover agent." ”

"But now that I know why, I can ask you to die. ”

When the old man heard this, he sneered, and was about to say something more, when he felt a mysterious meaning rise in the room.

The old man's mouth opened wide, his shriveled eyes tried his best to open them, and the cane in his hand was about to be picked up and blocked in front of him, but suddenly his whole body could not move.

After experiencing countless storms, he was terrified in his heart, why couldn't he even move a finger?!

For example, people who have just entered the Mahayana can often make some weapons move in the air, and in the middle of the Mahayana period, they can get out of their hands and kill the enemy at close range.

Just like Huang Feihu's kind of sword in the abdomen, the method of making a final decision in the critical period is extremely rare, one is that he was already refining the peak of the virtual realm back then, and the other is under the master of Guangchengzi, the eldest disciple of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, Kunlun Dao is endless, and it is not surprising that he can have such means.

And the old man himself is a martial artist who has been immersed in the middle of the Mahayana period for many years, and he almost reached the late stage of the Mahayana period.

Even a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana period can't do this, right?

Could it be that this person has already reached the realm of land immortals at a young age?

Is there anyone in Dashang who broke through to the fairyland at such a young age?

This person can't be His Majesty the King of Shang, right?

The young man seemed to know what he was thinking, and just thought about tearing off his face and revealing his handsome and handsome face, and then thought that this old man was a blind man, didn't he show the blind man his flattering eyes?

He had no choice but to put away his thoughts and cough lightly.

"Of course I am not our wise and martial His Majesty Emperor Xin, Your Majesty's martial arts are world-renowned and talented...... He is the first romantic figure of big business. ”

"Well, I'm slightly inferior to him, barely ranked second in the world. ”

"By the way, you've probably heard my name. ”

"My name is Yongtan, and the Yongjia Youlin that Taishi Wenzhong said is the young master. ”

He suddenly put it to the old man's ear, and said very carefully and slowly:

"Master, this trip is here to check on illegal salt. ”

"From the dead Hou Mansion spy named 'Xiao Yan', to the few people outside the door who were responsible for escorting illicit salt back and forth, to you, and then to Chenghou. ”

"You're all going to die. ”

"There will be a lot of people with you along the way, and you won't be lonely. ”

With that, the young man patted the old man lightly on the shoulder, reached under the table and groped for something, put something in the pocket of his sleeve, and then walked out the door with his hands behind his back.

A moment later, the old man's body, stiffened by fear, but unable to move, suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

It's a mess.