It's just past noon now, and I'm in the Joy Inn.

The guests have already left, and at this moment, no one likes to stay in the inn and chat.

People who like to gamble go to Yum Casino, and people who like to drink go to Zuixian Building, which is very large and is a place where you can gossip the most.

The rest of the people went to catch up with Li Qing's big field, and there were only Cui Si and his wife Cui Siniang here.

Many men think that home is the most inconvenient place, and sometimes their wives will be unhappy, and they are not satisfied with what they do, and they always like to keep chattering.

Sometimes the child will keep crying and making trouble, at this time, it is still his wife who stares, finds thousands of reasons, and nagged himself again.

But Cui Si likes to stay at home, he likes to listen to Cui Siniang's nagging, as if without Cui Siniang's nagging, his heart is extremely uncomfortable, and he can't sleep well at night.

Cui Si is such a good man who neither likes to go out to drink nor go out to gamble.

Today is Li Qing's big field, but Cui Si changed his mind, thinking that he should cook two dishes, drink a cup, and celebrate his young master.

A cabbage soon arrived in Cui Si's hands.

He stared at the cabbage for a long time, and laughed for a long time, and he even remembered the moment when Cui Siniang had just passed the door.

The plump body of the Chinese cabbage resembles that of a pregnant woman, and its white meridians spread to both sides, and these meridians are thick or thin, long or short.

The Chinese cabbage in his hand started from the center of the leaf curl, the leaves hugged into a ball, and the bud bag was hidden in the middle, Cui Si looked at it carefully.

"You seem to have found a new daughter-in-law, and you are so curious about a cabbage?" Cui Siniang, who was sitting at the table, looked at Cui Si.

"This guy looks so strange that he can't get rid of his heart. ”

"It has a heart?"

"There must be a heart, and it still has a tender heart. ”

"As long as it's not a big flower heart," Cui Siniang's hand supported her chin.

Cui Si smiled, raised his head to look at Cui Siniang, lowered his head again, and said in a very soft voice: "It would be nice if your stomach could turn into a cabbage." ”

"My belly?" Cui Siniang looked at her stomach and smiled.

Women understand what men say, and men are sometimes subtle.

Cui Siniang, who was smiling, didn't speak again, but she stood up, her eyes looked straight out of the door, and there were many guests outside the door now.

These guests should go to a gambling house or restaurant, not their own inn.

Carefully looking at the guests who came, Cui Siniang sighed secretly in her heart, such guests refused to go to the gambling house or restaurant at all.

Some of the people outside the door had swords in their hands, some held knives, and one had a cane under his arm, and everyone had their faces strained, and their expressions were not at all the guests of the hotel, but a group of masters who came to collect debts.

Cui Siniang coughed lightly, as if telling Cui Si who looked down at the cabbage, but Cui Si didn't even raise his head at this moment.

His eyes were only on the cabbage in his hand, and he didn't care about the guests outside the door at all, and he didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

At this moment, a stiff voice floated in from outside the door: "Could it be that there are dead people in the inn, and no one has come out to greet the uncle." ”

Cui Siniang was just about to start and go out, but then she heard Cui Si's voice, "The door is open, you can walk in, why do you have to go to greet you?"

It is said that people who do business never slap the customers who come to the door, Cui Siniang doesn't believe in her good man, she would say such a thing today, she stopped and looked at Cui Si.

What's more, in Cui Siniang's eyes, Cui Si is a man who likes to talk a lot.

As long as there is a guest, Cui Siniang will greet him with a smiling face and say hello, and he is never willing to speak.

But husband and wife are husband and wife, and the tacit understanding in their hearts always comes quickly, Cui Siniang looked at her man, and the face of the person who didn't like to talk was very cold, and her face suddenly changed.

"Uncle must greet you when he comes, don't you understand this truth?" The man who spoke outside the door was wearing coarse cloth clothes and was burly.

With a full face and beard, it is hard to imagine how such a person can drink porridge with his own mouth?

"I have an uncle, but now he can't come at all, and I can't greet him. Cui Si looked at the cabbage in his hand and shook his head.

"It seems that you have no sincerity, if you go in person, won't he come?" the man's voice was very loud, and his dry voice was reminiscent of a scoundrel on the street.

Cui Si raised his head and looked at the man outside the door: "This is really difficult to do." ”

"What's so hard about that?" the man's tone was hard.

"Where he stays in the old man's house, he doesn't like people alive to bother him. Cui Si said coldly.

"Is your uncle a dead man?" the bearded man glared.

Cui Si looked at the cabbage in his hand and said slowly: "People who like to be my uncle are all dead people, so I don't have an uncle until now." ”

The bearded man was black except for his beard, and now his face was red where the flesh had grown, and in a moment he was a big angry rooster.

He stared at Cui Si like staring at the old hen in the nest who didn't want to come out to eat, this old hen would definitely not be able to lay eggs.

Cui Si held the cabbage in his hand, came to the table, put down the cabbage, patted it vigorously with both hands, and glanced at Cui Siniang.

The man said very gently: "There won't be many guests today, so it's better to take advantage of a little interest, you go and fry a 'cabbage stew', and accompany me for a drink later." ”

Cui Siniang shook her head and smiled: "Don't worry, Siniang is in a good mood today, my man is very tired, go take a bath first, and I'll go to deal with this grasshopper after autumn." ”

The man standing outside the inn, whose red face had faded and began to turn green again, crossed the threshold and walked into the inn with his eyes widened.

The man stood at the table in the doorway, stopped, and raised his right hand.

His palms were raised high, a pair of thick and large hands, the back of his hands were bruised, there were no nails on his fingers, and his bare palms stopped in the air.

Even if you don't like to practice martial arts, as long as you have seen the Jianghu customers on the street, you can see that these hands are definitely not ordinary, and they have definitely practiced very hard foreign kung fu.

Cui Si looked at these hands, his calm face moved, and he didn't speak.

"You should know these hands of mine," the man said viciously.

"Of course, except for the 'Jiangnan Iron Palm' Yang Kuo, no one can have such a pair of hands. Cui Si said calmly.

"My iron palm can kill a cow in the blink of an eye, believe it or not?" Yang Kuo had a smug expression.

"Letter!" Cui Si's return was only one word.

"I can also shoot someone to death, do you believe it or not?" Yang Kuo continued to nag.

"Letter!" Cui Si's answer was still one word.

"Such a small shopkeeper is actually a person from the 'Bloody Clothes Gate', you are hiding deep enough. Yang Kuo's voice was loud and loud.

The corners of Cui Si's mouth moved, revealing a sneer: "I thought Yang Kuo was a tough guy, but now he has actually become a ghost dog." ”

"Your name?" Yang Kuo's mouth and beard moved.

"Cui Si, surnamed Cui, the fourth in line, others like to call me the little shopkeeper Cui Si," Cui Si said lightly.

Yang Kuo's eyes fiddled up and down a few times, he probably didn't think of this person, his tense face relaxed, and he turned his neck.

Hands left the table and said to Cui Si, "Now we should go outside and talk." ”

"What are you talking about?" Cui Sidao.

"Just talk about it, just tell me the story of 'Bloody Clothes Gate,'" Yang Kuo said.

"We only talk about our affairs with our young master, and I don't like to stand outside and talk loudly. Cui Si looked at Yang Kuo's hand.

Yang Kuo's face sank again, and the hand that had fallen suddenly rose up and slammed it on the table beside him, and with a 'bang', the table was instantly torn apart.

The smug face squeezed a few times, and said sharply: "Your mouth is as hard as this table?"

Cui Si in front of him didn't even frown, and said very calmly: "If you want to stay in the hotel, I can clean a good guest room for you, if you want to talk to me, it's a pity that I don't have this hobby." ”

Yang Kuo's face became even more ugly, and he shouted again: "There is your wife here, and I plan to give you a face, but I don't know that you are a shameless person." ”

The bearded face shook a little, and the man's feet lifted.

The footsteps came quickly, and the moment the footsteps stopped, his iron palm was raised, and a slap slapped Cui Si's face.

Yang Kuo's eyes widened, he wanted to see his iron palm, the face of this little shopkeeper named Cui Si blooming.

This flower must be very beautiful, Yang Kuo's mind thought of the big watermelon in autumn, the red flesh, and the green skin.

The moment the palm wind slid by, Yang Kuo's eyes would not believe that he had not hit this face.

Yang Kuo only saw one hand, this hand quickly came to his wrist, there were only two movements, a simple grab and a flick, and he now saw his friend outside the door.

And the distance to get together is very close, right in front of my own eyes, just looking at my friend's posture is a little unsightly, and I am lying on the ground.

Yang Kuo's heart was broken, he had never been so humiliated, and he was also a master of the rivers and lakes.

The little shopkeeper in front of him, who didn't even have an inconspicuous name, was just a slight movement, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

I don't believe anything I say.

The person who fell to the ground got up quickly, and Yang Kuo rushed in again very quickly, only one thing was different, and now he became hands.

This is a pair of 'iron sand palms', in Yang Kuo's memory, he has been practicing for twenty years, and he has personally heard the sound of countless disobedient people breaking their chests.

Today he wanted to hear such a voice again, and this moment seemed like he had been waiting for a long time.

The palm wind was as fast as the wind, Yang Kuo's palms came to Cui Si's chest, and his eyes saw a miracle again, this time he still didn't hit the little shopkeeper.

The little shopkeeper in front of him disappeared, and the person slid through his armpits, and his coarse cloth clothes instantly shrank and became very small.

With a "bang", Yang Kuo saw the door frame of the inn this time, his head began to heat up, and blood had already flowed out.

What happened the rest of the time? He didn't even have a chance to know.