Qin Ke held his cheeks, looked directly at the round abacus beads in front of him, and fell into meditation again.

Of course, with his temperament, he is by no means thinking about any unfathomable subject, it is purely a habit of his daily life, if he explores carefully, he is just thinking about - "Aunt Zhang's vulgar floral cloth clothes are broken again today", "Uncle Niu's old rooster is stealing other people's crops all day long", "Lu Bo has recently fought with his mother-in-law again" and other topics, which are really not nutritious.

Master once reprimanded him for this habit, saying that he didn't call it "meditation" at all, it should be called a daze, and then there was a tirade: wasting his good teenage years on such meaningless things, which made people sigh and sigh.

However, he has always been able to get by with the master's reprimand, after all, he is really not interested in the four books and five scriptures, mountains and books, and it is even more difficult for him to abide by etiquette while shaking his head and reciting the "The way of the Great Dao begins at the beginning".

The master said that he was sorry, but on the other hand, he was also a little relieved, after all, he still learned a little bit of nonsense kung fu, and he couldn't be regarded as nothing.

However, as the inn's little two, he has been "in a daze" a lot of times all day, but there are not many times when he can "be in a daze" to "have fun", at this time, the figure outside the open door of the inn flickered, and the three tall Jianghu guests crossed the short threshold one after another, and the one headed by a beard shouted with a big grin: "Little Er! Five catties of beef, a jar of good wine, and serve it to the uncle quickly!" Then the three of them sat down at the table closest to the door, and laid their broadswords and swords heavily on the old wooden table in all directions.

"Good...... Okay!" Qin Ke suddenly returned to his soul and glanced at the swords on the table, which were quietly hidden in their sheaths at the moment, without revealing a trace of edge.

Qin Ke looked at the almost full hall in the inn again, countless people from the rivers and lakes drinking tea and eating, and wondered how long he had been in a daze.

Many of the people in the hall were already full of wine and food, but they had no intention of leaving, and even more just sat around and exchanged ears, without even a pot of tea or a plate of beans commanding him.

Qin Ke stood up lazily, shook his head and went in the direction of the kitchen.

This Daoxiang Village is located in the mountains, the whole village adds up to only more than 20 households, and the road with the outside world is very dangerous, every year to pay taxes and pay grain have to rely on manpower to carry the burden to the mountain, I don't know when there is such a bustling scene?

Not to mention, the noisy crowd in this room is all armed with knives, guns, swords, halberds, and even if there is no real kung fu, they can play a few beautiful tricks.

On the eighth day of the first month of last month, suddenly there was a continuous influx of Jianghu tourists in Daoxiang Village overnight, and many Jianghu guests had even occupied the guest rooms for half a month.

This is a bit intriguing.

On the cutting board, Qin Ke slowly lowered the knife.

His hands were steady, steady enough that the blade of his kitchen knife did not tremble, but when his blade smoothly cut into the cooked beef, he felt very idle, as if he was doing something as simple as tickling, quiet, relaxed, but one could feel that ease from his back.

In his knife work, each piece of ripe beef tendon is as thin as paper, and will not be deformed and broken, and with a little thought, it is placed on the plate, and at a glance it looks like a flower blooming. Even those self-proclaimed Jianghu guests outside who came to the kitchen at this moment would be amazed by Qin Ke's superb skills.

Qin Ke smiled secretly, he knew that Uncle Ji was looking at him with a relieved face behind him, the reason for this kind of scrutiny, of course, was not because of his good way of cutting meat, but only because the beef cut out by him was as thin as a cicada's wings, which could not only fill a plate to the greatest extent, but also make people not realize that it was actually a lack of catties and two.

Earlier, Qin Ke was also worried that if he was seen by those Jianghu guests, he would not get into trouble, but later found out that these Jianghu guests had no concept of Jin Liang at all, and only knew that they were competing with each other to take out money from their arms, lest they be not generous enough in front of their brothers, and then drank a few glasses of wine, and after they went up, they couldn't even distinguish between meat and tofu blocks, so they could not feel at ease.

"Five catties of beef! A jar of wine! Qin Ke was very familiar with the tray and put the beef on it and the home-brewed Tujia rice wine on the table.

Daoxiang Village did not have an inn before the eighth day of the first month of last month, but with the appearance of these Jianghu guests, a large number of demand for guest rooms and food emerged overnight, which naturally gave birth to villagers like Uncle Ji who were "business-minded", and Qin Ke was called to be the second junior of the running hall for more than half a month, and he was already familiar with these chores.

"Hmm. Not bad. Jianghu Ke didn't smoke chopsticks, he directly reached out and pinched a piece of light beef, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and his voice was so loud that it was like shouting in the mountains: "Xiao Er, look at you are a native of the mountains, do you know, is there anything special in this mountain......? Treasures or something?"

"Where there are any treasures, stones are all over the mountains. These days, Qin Ke is about to form a conditioned reflex for this kind of problem, "We are a small village, and the rice handed over to the government every year is only a few hundred stones, and the beef you eat is still bought by us who went out over the mountains and mountains to buy it in the town outside, if there is really any treasure, why are we still so poor?"

The Jianghu guest obviously didn't believe it, and showed a slightly calm look to the two people in his companion and continued: "Then there must be something strange, right? antiques or something? Or something more magical, like that kind of ...... It's something very old and very mysterious. ”

Qin Ke suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, but in fact, he felt that these Jianghu guests were simply inexplicable, asking similar questions back and forth, it was really boring, so he said casually: "There is a stone lion at the entrance of the village, you should have seen it when you entered the village, half of it was buried in the soil, and the one that came out with a head." Our old people here say that children can ward off evil spirits by touching the lion's head......"

"That's it!" The Jianghu guest stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up, his eyes were shining, and the eyes of the two people who were traveling with him were also full of joy, and the three of them were a little regretful why they didn't pay much attention when they entered the village, they looked around, trying their best to control the happy expression on their faces, and when the surrounding Jianghu guests didn't have such wit as them, they had already heard such a "good" clue in a few words, and they didn't even care about eating the beef, so they took a small piece of broken silver, and picked up their swords and walked out, "Let's go!

Only Qin Ke was left looking at the wine and meat on the table, stunned.

"Why are you stunned?" Uncle Ji came over at some point, and said in a low voice, "Put the beef back in the kitchen first, if those uncles don't come back, let's eat beef noodles tonight!"

Qin Ke nodded, and quickly began to clean up the table, the temptation of food made him not pay attention to the whereabouts of the three people at all, anyway, these days the stone lion does not know how many Jianghu guests have checked, it is estimated that it was because there were too many people there before, they didn't care, if it wasn't for the stone lion was too big, I don't know how deep it was buried, and the surrounding soil and rocks were rammed very hard, but I am afraid that it has already been dug out by these individuals now.

Qin Ke, who was fantasizing about beef noodles in the kitchen, didn't know at this time that between the Qianmo vertical and horizontal areas at the entrance of the village, there were two people who were slowly walking towards his inn in the warm sunshine of the sky.

During this time, there was an endless stream of tourists from Daoxiang Village for the so-called "treasures", and if it was just two more people, it would not be unusual. It's just that in the eyes of many villagers, these two people really don't match the word "Jianghu" very well. The man in front of him was dressed in a green shirt, his steps were steady, and although his bearing between his eyebrows was extraordinary, he had a pair of calm eyes like water, and his hair was simple and uncrowned, looking more like a painter or poet who was attached to the landscape.

Behind him was a timid tall boy, dressed in coarse linen clothes, walking cautiously, his steps seemed to be stepping on the beat, trying to maintain the same way of walking with the people in green shirts, but without the ease of the people in green shirts, it was like a toddler in Handan, which was a little funny.