Zhang Fan's scimitar was in this package, and Li Qing remembered it very clearly.

This scimitar is very special, when it flies out, it will leave a crescent-like trace, and the moment this person was in the West Village, Li Qing saw his scimitar again.

The scimitar who came in looked very tired, he looked dusty, and his face showed a sense of fatigue, he must have hurried a lot.

"The people who should have arrived have arrived, we should go," Monk Hua looked at Zhang Fan who came in, did not be polite, and did not go to say hello, his body bypassed Zhang Fan who came in and walked out.

"Do you know this flower monk?" Li Qing was a little surprised by their expressions.

In this world, only old friends don't need to be polite when they meet, the relationship between these two people must be good, they are all friends with Xiao tears, Li Qing smiled, he was guessing like this.

"You should go to a place now, there is a friend in this place," Zhang Fan, who came in, looked at Su Hai who was snoring, Su Hai was sleeping soundly at the moment, and Li Qing guessed that he must be having a sweet dream.

"Where?" Li Qing asked.

"Clear soup noodle restaurant!" Zhang Fan walked to the window, he looked at the familiar Guzhou City.

The night has come, the night of Guzhou City comes quickly, but unfortunately the moon doesn't like this night, and now only half a moon hangs in the sky.

The lively streets are deserted now, and the people here don't seem to like the arrival of autumn, and the noodle shops on the streets are still open, with a lantern hanging at the door.

Li Qing walked into this noodle restaurant, and he knew that there was a person who liked to eat the noodles here, and the noodles in the noodle restaurant tasted very fragrant, with the smell of chives.

The moment he came in, Li Qing saw this person, who was now sitting at a table, eating a bowl of clear soup noodles seriously, and the oil lamp in front of him was dancing with flames.

There is only one customer in this noodle restaurant, he eats very slowly, his sword is on the table, his left arm hangs vertically, he eats very few noodles at a time, it seems that he has to count clearly, how many noodles are in this bowl of noodles?

Li Qing sat opposite Lonely, he looked at this friend, Lone did not raise his head, he ate his noodles seriously.

Lonely finished eating the noodles in the bowl and drank the soup in the bowl.

"This bowl of noodles must be very fragrant?" Li Qingdao said.

Loneliness didn't speak, he picked up the sword with his right hand, his eyes looked at Li Qing, there were a few beads of sweat on his sallow face, but Loneliness didn't wipe it away.

"I also want to eat a bowl," Li Qing added.

"You have a lot of opportunities to eat, you can eat it now, but unfortunately there are no noodles in this noodle restaurant," said Lonely.

"I have the opportunity every day, I can come and eat every day, I don't care about the moment," Li Qingdao.

"It seems that you don't have a chance to eat the noodles of this noodle restaurant anymore," the voice of the flower monk came from the back hall of the noodle shop.

There was no bowl or noodles in the hands of the flower monk, only a string of jet-black prayer beads in his hands, the prayer beads turned in his fingers, and the flower monk who came out shook his head.

"As long as the noodle restaurant is here, I can come every day," Li Qing smiled.

"The noodle shop can be there every day, but it's a pity that no one will make this bowl of noodles for you anymore," Lonely said.

"Why? Doesn't this shopkeeper like to make me a bowl of noodles?" Li Qing was puzzled, and he looked at the loneliness of his speech.

The sword in Lonely's hand was very thin and bright, and Li Qing smelled a smell of blood, which was very light.

"Because there's no shopkeeper here, you won't be able to eat his noodles now," Monk Hua sighed gloomily, his expression regretful.

"Could it be that this shopkeeper is going to move tomorrow?" asked Li Qing.

"Yes, he's moved, and now he's moved," said Lonely.

"Business here must be bad, so he has to move," Li Qingdao.

Li Qing looked around again, there was only one customer noodle restaurant, his business must be bad, such a noodle restaurant, the shopkeeper must lose money, he must move.

"His business is very good, every day it is overcrowded, he is the best noodle shop on this street, he is tired every day because of the cashier, counting his hands," said Lonely.

"Why did the noodle restaurant with such a good business move?" Li Qing was puzzled, he was just a little puzzled, it seemed that this shopkeeper had a little hatred with the silver.

"Because this new home is more suitable for him to live in," said Lonely.

Lonely looked at Monk Hua, Monk Hua's expression was very calm, Monk Hua's eyes looked at the sword in Lonely Monk's hand, this sword seemed to be ready to run out at any time.

"It seems that he must like the new home you are looking for, and when he sees this new home, he immediately forgets the old home. Li Qingdao.

"No one wants to go to this new home," Monk Hua said, coming to the table.

"It seems that this new home must not be a good place," Li Qing thought of a place, this place is not a good place, and no one who is alive in this place wants to go.

Everyone in the world wants to live, although it is very tiring to live, but there is a chance to live, Li Qing understands that he should not live this shopkeeper, and the lonely sword has already told him this answer.

"What the hell is this shopkeeper?" asked Monk Hua.

"This man should be damned," Lonely said.

"Who is he?" asked Li Qing.

"I saw a man in the garden, this one was holding a flat pole, and this person had the smell of this place on him," Lonely stood up, holding his sword in his hand, and walked out of the noodle shop.

Li Qing moved his nose, the taste here is indeed very special, this is a clear soup noodle restaurant, lonely likes to eat noodles, he remembers the taste here.

A person who has been in the noodle restaurant for a long time will definitely leave a smell of oil smoke on his body, which is the fault of the noodles.

This reason is very simple, like a person who can make soju, when he walks there, he will have the smell of wine on his body, and the drunkard who likes wine can distinguish the classification of wine by smelling the wine.

The magpie is such a fault, Li Qing smelled a fragrance on his body, only this magpie has a special smell on its body, which is a habit that a person has developed for many years.

A habit will change a person, but it is difficult for a person to change his habits for many years, and this is a person's habit.

If a swordsman is asked to stab someone with a sword, his move must be to cut, not to stab, and the swordsman's habit is to cut, and his habit of practicing knives is like this.

Li Qing sniffed the flower monk with his nose again, this person really has the smell of rouge on his body, although this smell is very light, but as long as there is a nose, he will definitely be able to smell it.

Monk Hua immediately jumped to the side and touched his big bald head with his hand, he looked at Li Qing with puzzled eyes, and Li Qing smiled bitterly. The flower monk must have a fetish.

"We should take a look at his back hall, this shopkeeper is inside," Monk Hua put forward an opinion, this opinion Li Qing is also very curious, he wants to see who this shopkeeper is?

Li Qing picked up the oil lamp and came to the back hall of the noodle shop, this back hall is very ordinary, it is very quiet here, and a voice came from behind the quiet Li Qing.

"There should be someone here?" was the voice of the flower monk.

"Is there someone here?" Li Qing didn't see.

"There should be a dead man here," Monk Hua said in a strange voice, he didn't see this dead man now.

Li Qing remembered the words of loneliness, the shopkeeper here should be dead, and the flower monk walked out of the back hall, he should have seen this person.

"Did this dead man run away on his own?" said Monk Hua even more terrifyingly.

Li Qing absolutely didn't believe it, he looked around carefully, he really couldn't find the dead man that Monk Hua said here, this dead man had long legs, he must have felt that it was boring to die, so he got up and ran.

Li Qing saw that there was a candle on the stove, and this candle had been half burned out, and the wax oil was poured to one side.

Next to the stove is the panel, the noodles on the panel are still there, this is an ordinary noodle restaurant back hall, there is no peculiarity.

"There must be a ghost here?" Monk Hua's voice still accelerated with terror.

This person, the courage seems to be a little small, Li Qing turned around, he looked at the flower monk, the flower monk's big bald head oozed sweat, this person's courage is really small.

At this moment, Li Qing saw a figure rushing out of the door of the noodle restaurant, and the speed of this figure was very fast, leaving only a back.

There was no one on the empty street, Li Qingyu slid past the flower monk, and at this moment he was standing on the street.

Could it be that this person is the shopkeeper of the noodle shop who has died, this person is dead, can this dead person really run?

A figure appeared on the roof in the distance, like the shadow of a ghost in the moonlight, and this shadow soon disappeared again.

"What a great footwork," Li Qing secretly admired in his heart, this person was able to hide in the noodle shop, and he didn't find him.

Loneliness is already in the noodle shop, didn't Loneliness find this person hiding in the noodle shop. It's a pity that now this loneliness is gone again, and this loneliness always likes to leave a trouble for Li Qing after finishing things.

Li Qing remembered the person holding the flat pole in the garden, this person was indeed dead, this dead person also ran away on his own with long legs, and these dead people will run away by themselves?

"Is this shopkeeper really dead?" Li Qing didn't believe that a dead man would run.

Li Qing was now asking the flower monk standing at the door, the flower monk's hand touched his big bald head, he looked at the lantern on the noodle shop, Li Qing saw that the lantern had begun to burn now.

In an instant, there were no lanterns in front of the noodle shop, only the half moon in the sky, the moon shone on this street, and in the distance of the silent street, Li Qing saw the light again, it was a big red lantern.

The lanterns moved quickly, and Li Qing saw that there were many large red lanterns, which were lined up in two rows and came to the front of the noodle shop.

Li Qing saw very clearly, two strong men carried a sedan chair, there were eight girls in front and back of the sedan chair, and a girl in white followed the sedan chair.

The sedan chair has stopped, and a girl's voice came from the sedan chair, this voice Li Qing is very familiar with, this is the voice of the purple butterfly girl in the garden, "Why is this noodle restaurant closed?"

"This noodle restaurant doesn't have clear soup noodles today," Li Qing came to the street, this girl came out at night just to eat a bowl of noodles? Li Qing was puzzled.

"The noodles here are very fragrant and delicious, hey!" the purple butterfly girl in the sedan chair sighed softly, she must have regretted that she didn't eat the clear soup noodles in the noodle restaurant tonight.

Li Qing looked at the sedan chair, and at this moment, the girl in white next to the sedan chair raised her head, Li Qing was immediately dumbfounded, and he also heard a voice coming from the sedan chair.

"Fluttershy, go say hello to your man. ”