Today's Fang Zhen felt in a particularly good mood, he wanted to eat potatoes, he felt that potatoes were a good thing, peeling off its dirty appearance, you could see a bright white potato left in his hand.

Beef is a must to have potatoes, and 'beef stew' is a tempting dish.

At this moment, Fang Zhen looked at the dishes brought by his apprentice, took off his coat, and revealed his chest full of black hair, which was his pride, a sign of a man's might.

Fang Zhen likes to express himself like this, although his age is over fifty, he is willing to do this, every time he shows his chest full of black hair, he feels that he has become young in an instant, young like a thirty-year-old mighty man.

He loves his fame and fortune. He also likes fine clothes and wine, likes to enjoy life, and prefers to listen to Guzhou's songs at night.

Fang Zhen already had a plan in his heart, after eating the 'potato stewed beef' in front of him, he would definitely go to the 'Wanhualou', where Xiaoqugu Prefecture was the most beautiful.

Fang Zhen poured himself a glass of wine, this was a cup of 'burning knife' from the Western Regions, the room was suddenly filled with a strong smell of wine, and the apprentice next to him, Ya'er, coughed, he was afraid of the taste of this wine, a little choked.

Fang Zhen picked up the wine glass and finished the wine in one gulp, and spit out a mouthful of wine comfortably, his chopsticks stretched out to the basin in front of him, which contained the potatoes he wanted to eat the most.

But his chopsticks stopped on top of the potato, Fang Zhen didn't pick up the potato, his eyes saw a woman, an old woman on crutches, carrying a basket in her hand, into his backyard, which was his private territory.

"Who are you, dare to enter my backyard!" Fang Zhen's eyes glared at the old woman, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, and his hand touched the sword on the table.

"I'm an old woman who sells shoes, and I like to sell embroidered shoes. "The old woman on crutches slowly came to the table and looked at the 'potato goulash' in the basin.

"I don't have a woman here, and no one will ask for your embroidered shoes. Fang Zhen saw the old woman on crutches put the basket in her hand on the table.

"I've sold out of shoes today, and I'm here to give a dart head. ”

"What's that?"

"One thousand taels of silver tickets!"

Fang Zhen shook his head vigorously, he felt that he must have heard it wrong, this old woman who sold shoes would have so many silver tickets?

"A thousand taels of silver tickets?" Ya'er beside him exclaimed in surprise,

"Yes, it's a thousand taels of silver," said the old woman on crutches, and slowly lifted the cloth covering the basket, and took out a silver ticket from her basket, which was exactly one thousand taels.

"What dart do you want to escort?" Fang Zhen blinked, he was a dart head, he understood that this was a business.

"I want to buy this pot of vegetables of yours, can you promise me?" the old woman on crutches never looked up, her eyes always looking at the dishes on the table.

It's as if she's never eaten meat before, as if she's never seen this dish before, but it's just a normal home-cooked dish, a simple 'potato beef stew'.

"Yes, I am very willing," Fang Zhen's eyes showed greed, this is a good deal, this business is very cost-effective.

Fang Zhen began to imagine that if he bought a cow and a cart of potatoes, he would definitely make thousands of pots of this dish, one pot was worth one thousand taels, and one thousand pots would be one million taels, which was the income of the 'Longfeng Dart Bureau' for decades.

The old woman on crutches slowly picked up the vegetable bowl and put it in her basket.

"Wait, why did you buy this pot of vegetables of mine?" Fang Zhen suddenly realized in his imagination that he was an old man in the rivers and lakes, and there was no free meal in the rivers and lakes.

"I used to have a son, he likes stewed meat, I happened to pass by your dart game today, and I happened to smell the smell of this meat," the old woman still didn't look up, she didn't seem to want to see the topless Fang Zhen.

The old woman on crutches slowly lifted her basket and slowly walked out of the backyard, the moment she went out, she raised her foot, Fang Zhen saw a beautiful embroidered shoe, and then she slowly disappeared into Fang Zhen's eyes.

At this moment, only a silver ticket of 1,000 taels was left on the table, and the pot full of 'potato beef stew' had disappeared, and there was only the aftertaste of 'potato beef stew' in the house.

"She's gone?" Fang Zhen's thoughts returned to reality, he glanced at his apprentice, and his apprentice's eyes widened.

This is the dish he cooked with his own hands, and this is the dish he used to curry favor with Fang Zhen. This pot of 'potato roast beef' was worth 1,000 taels of silver, Ya'er felt that he had chosen the wrong profession, he should not come to the dart bureau to learn art, he should go to the street to open a restaurant.

"How did she come here?" Ya'er came back to his senses when he heard Fang Zhen's second question, and he replied to Master Fang Zhen, "I don't know." ”

This is a truth, Ya'er really didn't see this old woman on crutches, how did she walk into the backyard?

Fang Zhen thought of the lobby of the dart game, this was the only way to enter the backyard, could it be that the disciples in the hall were all dead?

When such an old woman walked into the dart game, didn't anyone find out? Fang Zhen thought of a terrible scene, and he rushed into the lobby of the dart game as fast as he could.

Fang Zhen didn't see a terrible scene, but he saw a strange scene, the hall was very quiet at this time, there was not a single disciple in the hall, his disciple disappeared without a trace, it seemed that no one had ever been here.

When Li Qing returned to the city, it was already late in the afternoon, and Ah Chen parked the carriage at the door of the 'Longfeng Inn'.

Li Qing saw Fang Zhen when he entered the door, this Fang Zhen was sitting quietly in the lobby, holding a piece of paper in his hand, Fang Zhen's eyes were staring at this paper,

Seeing the person who came in, Fang Zhen jumped up instantly, this person was a god in his heart. It was Li Qing who came in, and he was holding a sword in his hand, this sword made Fang Zhen understand a truth, what a real fast sword was.

"Young Master Li, how could it be you?" Fang Zhen's words were a little excited.

"I can't come to you?"

"Yes, but now is not the time,"

"Why?"

"I seem to be very lucky today, and I seem to be very unlucky,"

"Why?"

"Luckily, someone bought my dish for a thousand taels of silver,"

"What dish?"

"A pot of 'potato beef stew',"

"And then?"

"And then I saw this piece of paper, and this piece of paper is a terrible piece of paper,"

"Deadly paper?" Li Qing heard for the first time that a piece of paper would also kill people, and he suddenly remembered the Iron Book Messenger, this person's pages can be fatal.

Fang Zhen handed over the paper in his hand, and Li Qing saw the words on the paper, which only had six words on this paper: 'West Village, Carriage, Western Regions', and then a beautiful embroidered shoe pattern.

Li Qing rubbed his nose, he smelled a familiar smell on this piece of paper, this is the taste of 'crab shell yellow', this taste is very familiar to him, because he has a friend who likes to eat this dish, this person is Ping'er.

Li Qing's eyes looked at this pattern, this embroidered shoe was very beautifully drawn, and he remembered a person, this person likes embroidered shoes.

"The person who left this piece of paper should be an old woman," Li Qing looked at Fang Zhen and said a word, this person Li Qing had already guessed who it was?

"How do you know?" Fang Zhen's eyes widened.

"I also know that she is also wearing beautiful embroidered shoes," Ms. Li said.

"How do you know?" Fang Zhen was surprised.

"Why did she buy your food?" Li Qing remembered this lucky topic.

"She said the dish reminded her of someone," Fang Zhen replied.

"Who?"

"She said it was her son, and her son also liked stew, so she bought my pot of 'potato beef stew'. ”

"Ghost Shadow Granny Meng, this is what she left, why did she draw a shoe?" Li Qing thought of a lot of beautiful patterns, maybe a butterfly, maybe a plum blossom.

Maybe it's a fragrance, this person who likes to leave a fragrance, Li Qing also admires it, this person has a lot of stories, he has a very nice name, called Chu Xiangshuai!

Li Qing thought of Uncle Gao again, this Uncle Gao is also a thief, is his pattern a flying cat?

"It's her, she's from Ghost Village, and when she sees this pattern, she must carry out their orders, otherwise there is only a dead end. Fang Zhen sighed and returned to his place in the lobby.

This position is a chair, this chair is covered with a tiger skin, and above the chair is a large painting, in which is a large tiger, which is the symbol of the 'Earthquake Tiger'.

"Now you're going to go to the West Village?" Li Qing remembered Zhang Fan, who was a strange old man.

"You have to go now, can you accompany me?" Fang Zhen suddenly asked.

"I can't go, you'll die if you go," Li Qing's words were very sure.

"Young Master Li, what does this piece of paper she left mean?" Fang Zhen lowered his head, he had thought about this question for a long time, he didn't understand what this Western Village had to do with the Western Regions?

"Go to the West Village, there should be a carriage there, send it to the Western Regions," this was a voice that Fang Zhen heard, this voice came from outside the lobby, Fang Zhen raised his head, and there was no longer Li Qing's figure in the lobby.

This figure came very lightly, and left quickly, Fang Zhen instantly felt that he was old, this Jianghu belonged to the younger generation.

"Master, let's go now?" Fang Zhen heard Ya'er's voice.

"No, I'm going alone, you stay, take care of your senior sister, and tell her that I went to the Western Regions," Fang Zhen took the package from Ya'er's hand, picked up his sword, and walked out of the 'Longfeng Dart Bureau' quickly, and hurried to the West Village.

In a carriage in the distance, Li Qing quietly watched Fang Zhen's figure leave, he also wanted to know this secret, what was this carriage about to go to the Western Regions?

"Young master, where are we going now?" Ah Chen, who was outside the carriage, asked again,

"The ancient road to the Western Regions," Li Qing knew that there was only one ancient road to the Western Regions, and he had been to this road twice, the first time was to go to the Western Regions to kill people, and the second time was to send people away, and the person who sent him away once wanted his life.

What will happen when you go to this ancient road this time?

Li Qing himself wants to know!