Thirty miles to the west, there is a mass grave, where no one dares to pass during the day, and even ghosts have to make a detour at night.

The crescent moon was like a hook, and six people took advantage of the night to hurry to the mass grave.

"Rest for a while, I'll smoke a cigarette, let's go again!" Liu Ye'er was upset, she wanted to take two puffs to refresh herself.

"What about Chen Jiaojiao, why didn't she come with you?" Liu Ye'er was sad in her heart, she said that it was her parents' little padded jacket, and her little padded jacket was afraid that it was a little leaky.

"Second Miss, it's not that I won't come to pick you up, but I'm afraid of causing trouble for us. Duan Xu stood respectfully, and replied as he was according to Chen Jiaojiao's advice.

"Oh, I don't know her little bit of caution. Liu Ye'er was a little angry, and even the smoke in the air was a little less flavorful.

She spat out a long cigarette and said helplessly: "The female university is not staying!"

"Darthead, what do you mean?" Duan Su was dressed in a night suit, and only a dark shadow sounded.

"No, let her go crazy and let her play for a while. Liu Ye'er faced the moonlight, tilted her head, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Dart, where are we going next?" Duan Xu saw that Liu Ye'er was not angry, and he also breathed a sigh of relief for Chen Jiaojiao.

"Let's not go anywhere, just stay in Storm City and just sit and wait to watch the show. Liu Ye'er had a premonition that soon, Storm City would set off earth-shattering waves, and she didn't want to miss this great opportunity.

The crescent moon was setting in the west, the morning sun stained half of the sky red, and a new day began.

Near Zhuangyuanfang, there is a street called Changchun Street, and there are no other businesses on this street except hotels.

Among the many hotels, Jian Nanchun, who came to Fenglou, is particularly famous.

In front of Fenglou on this day, a middle-aged man and an old man Weng Bai were pulling and pulling.

The middle-aged man is Zhou Xiaoyi, the shopkeeper of Laifeng Tower, and the old man Weng Bai is a drunkard spiritual cultivator.

"Pay?" Zhou Xiaoyi pulled his right hand with his left hand, just not letting him go.

"You allow me for two days, and when I have the money in two days, I will pay you as soon as I do. The spiritual cultivator came and ordered a table of good wine and food, and when he was about to settle the bill, he remembered that he had no money at all.

"No, if you don't pay for the drink, I'll take you to the official!" The more humble you are, the more unreasonable they will become.

"Why don't I teach you a few kung fu tricks? A lot of people ask me to learn kung fu, but I don't do it. The spiritual cultivator burped, and his face was full of pride and confidence.

Hahaha......

Zhou Xiaoyi laughed loudly, but his heart was full of unhappiness.

This drunkard, when drunk, knows how to talk nonsense.

It seems that I can't get this meal for nothing, but I can't afford him for nothing.

I'm going to give him a long memory today, lest he come back next time!"

"Thank you for your kindness, I think it's better for me to teach you some punches and kicks!" Zhou Xiaoyi grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and rushed out quickly with a heavy punch in his right hand.

A burning pain immediately came from Ling Xiuzi's face, and his body flew into the air like a volleyball.

Boom......

Lingxiuzi's buttocks hurt, and he fell to the ground like this. He thought to himself as he touched his aching buttocks. That's fine, so that we don't owe each other.

Just as he was thinking, Zhou Xiaoyi had already run to him. Zhou Xiaoyi raised his right foot and was about to kick at him.

On the bustling street, the pot was smashed in an instant. Some people ran away in a panic, some pointed with interest, and many more ignored it.

"Stop!"

Zhou Xiaoyi looked for prestige, but saw a big man in the crowd. The man was tall and had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with an angry face and round eyes. When Zhou Xiaoyi saw him, it was like seeing the night ghost of Shura, and his hands softened.

Zhou Xiaoyi manipulated his hands, his face was displeased, but his voice was a little trembling. "Who are you who dare to meddle with our business?"

"Why are you beating people?"

"He eats white food, shouldn't he be beaten?"

"How much does he owe you?"

"No more, no less, two taels of silver!"

"Okay, I'll give it for him. ”

Zhou Xiaoyi took the silver and a happy smile appeared on his face. He turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't want Yang Zhongcheng to suddenly shout: "Slow!"

"What are you doing?" the shopkeeper hurriedly put the silver in his pocket, and then turned around.

"The money, I paid for it! How should this beating be calculated?" Yang Zhongcheng had already helped the spiritual cultivator up, and he suppressed his emotions and did not move.

"This ......" shopkeeper complained bitterly in his heart, my life is over!

"Don't be angry, listen to me. It was indeed my fault in the first place, and I should not have eaten on credit. Besides, how could his three-legged cat kung fu hurt me and tickle me. ”

Zhou Xiaoyi listened to his words, and he actually had a feeling of the rest of his life.

"But I'm not going to get beaten in vain. I want you to accompany me to a table of good wine and food!"

Zhou Xiaoyi breathed a long sigh of relief and said excitedly: "Don't talk about one table, I'm willing to have ten tables." ”

When Yang Zhongcheng saw the spiritual cultivator, he didn't care about it, and he didn't bother about it.

Zhou Xiaoyi happily introduced them to Laifeng Tower and invited them to the private room on the second floor.

Yang Zhongcheng saw that the spiritual cultivator had sat down, so he sat down on his left hand.

"Little friend, where are you coming from, where are you going?" Lingxiu Zi looked at him gratefully, full of curiosity and asked.

"Oh...... I'm from Champion Fang, and I'm going to the arena to compete. When he spoke of fighting, he was thrilled and his eyes lit up.

"You also live in Zhuangyuanfang, why haven't I seen you?" Lingxiu didn't have the heart to pay attention to these miscellaneous things, his attention was usually on wine.

"We live opposite your courtyard......" Yang Zhongcheng had met Ling Xiuzi a few times, but the relationship was unfamiliar, so he didn't say hello automatically.

"Hey, you drink with me, you won't miss your business, right?" "It's not in the way, it's my honor to be able to drink with my seniors!"

While they were talking, Zhou Xiaoyi knocked on the door and personally brought them the wine and food. The wine and food were served, and the two of them pushed their glasses and changed the glasses and drank booze.

After a jar of wine, the spiritual cultivator felt warm all over his body, as if he was staying by a small stove.

After the second altar of wine, Ling Xiuzi's eyes began to be a little blurry, no matter what he looked at, he felt that something was not quite right.

After the three jars of wine, the spiritual cultivator sang and danced with his hands and feet.

The feet of the spiritual cultivator suddenly itched unbearably. He bent slightly, lifted his right foot, and with a pull of his hand, he took the shoe in his hand.

"Hey, who is so immoral, stinky socks littered. The smell of sweat wafting from his shoes made him blink.

"Leave you!" the spiritual disciple raised his hand, flicked his shoulder, and threw his shoes out of the window at once.

Yang Zhongcheng drank for the first time today, and he still had a lot in his stomach. He looked at Lingxiu Zi in surprise and asked puzzledly, "Senior, why did you throw away your shoes?"

Lingxiu Zi looked at his right foot and asked anxiously, "Hey, where are my shoes? They were all still on their feet just now, why are they all gone all of a sudden?"

"Senior, don't worry, I'm going to pick up your shoes back!" Yang Zhongcheng got up and walked quickly downstairs.