"Driving ......"

On the official road leading to Xiangyang, there was suddenly the sound of horses' hooves.

In the sound of horses' hooves, there are also bursts of shouts and cheers of riders, listening to the shouts of riders, it seems that there is something urgent, and the shouts are quite urgent, causing pedestrians on the road to avoid one after another.

"Donkey~"

The rider approached quickly, and suddenly he grabbed the reins and jumped off his horse by the side of the official road, in front of a small tea shop in front of the grove, and tied the horse to a stake beside him.

The small tea shop built next to the pipes was just a canopy made of reeds, and although a few tables and stools were neatly arranged in the canopy, it still looked very simple.

Although it was afternoon and the sun was still high, there were not many customers in the tea shop, only a few scattered people stopped to drink tea here, while looking around at the surrounding scenery.

At the same time as the rider was looking at the tea shop, the people in the tea shop were also looking at him.

The rider looked no older than the weak crown, dressed in a green shirt, with long black hair tied up at will, seven feet tall, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and a high nose, especially a pair of Danfeng eyes, clear and bright eyes, divine light inside, holding a sheathed long sword in his hand, and a heroic aura in his gestures.

Before the rider stepped into the tea shop, a pale old man rushed up to greet him and said with a smile: "Guest officer, do you want tea?

The rider raised his eyelids, swept the old man's eyes, and said, "The boss is so enthusiastic, how can there be any reason not to drink." ”

The rider found a clean stool and sat down, and said, "Just bother the boss, let's serve the most expensive bowl of herbal tea!"

The old man smiled when he heard this: "The guest officer said that he was joking, just the little old man's small tea stall, which is generally mostly the business of Lifu and foot merchants, and all the tea has a price, so I dare not distinguish between high and low." ”

The person who came said disapprovingly: "This is the boss, your fault, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, this tea should naturally be divided into high and low, you see, I want expensive tea, but you don't have it, this is not less money." ”

The old man walked to the tea stove, the old man's tea stove was also very simple, there was a table in front of him, and there was a large teapot with a long mouth and a stack of large bowls on the table.

The old man fiddled with the tea bowl and kettle in his hand, but his mouth did not stop, and he replied: "Little Lao'er, this tea shop, I can't meet two distinguished guests like you in a whole month, what kind of high-quality tea to prepare, it's a waste, and Xiao Lao'er doesn't point to what kind of wealth this tea shop can make and make some living money, and Xiao Lao'er will be satisfied!"

"Tea ......is coming," he said, and the old man let out a long breath, holding a long-spouted teapot in one hand and a yellow sand bowl in the other.

Put down the sand bowl in his hand, the long-spouted teapot was slightly tilted, and in a moment, the bowl was filled with herbal tea.

The rider praised: "The boss is very skilled!"

The old man showed a shy smile on his face, and replied: "The guest officer has won the award, but he is just familiar!"

Then, he turned around and wanted to retreat, and said in his mouth: "Slow use of the guest officer." ”

The person who came here opened his mouth and said softly: "Boss, how much is a bowl of your herbal tea, why don't you settle this tea money first!"

The old man smiled and said: "The guest officer uses it first, don't worry, Xiao Lao'er's herbal tea is ten yuan a bowl, Tong Su is not bullied, Xiao Lao'er has been selling tea again for more than ten years!"

This old man, with gray hair, a weather-beaten face, his brows are full of ravines, a bitter and hateful appearance, his yellow eyes are cloudy, and he has a humble smile on his face, which makes people feel some sadness and sympathy.

"Yes, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, but the price of tea in Liu Laohan's tea shop has not changed, and it is not easy!"

"Well, ten pennies a bowl, it's really not expensive. The person nodded and said, "Boss, this tea shop looks average, but at the end of the day, there are a lot of people who come here to drink tea and rest, right?"

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, although you can't make a fortune, you can still use it to fill your stomach. The old man smiled and nodded.

"Does it feel like too much of a fall?" asked the visitor again.

"The guest officer said with a smile, the little old man is just a tea seller, where does it have anything to do with the word identity!" the old man hurriedly waved his hand.

"Oh, is it?" the person who came took two sips of tea, and then said: "At the beginning, Liu Yinglong's status in the 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect' was not low!"

The expression on the old man's face changed, and his smile froze: "Who is Liu Yinglong, what is the 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect', what the guest officer said, Xiao Lao'er really didn't understand it too much." ”

As if he hadn't heard the old man's words, he drank the tea in the bowl in one go, smacked his mouth, and praised: "Good tea, really good tea, it just seems to have something more." ”

When the old man saw that the person who came drank all the tea in the bowl in one go, his face was relieved, his eyes were happy, and he said: "I didn't add anything else, just added a little 'soft meridian powder'!"

"Oh, it's really interesting, boss, don't you still admit that you are the remnants of the 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect', Liu Yinglong?" asked the old man with an inconvenient face.

"What's the matter, isn't it, if you fall into the old man's 'soft meridian dispersion', you have to coil even the dragon, and you have to lie on the stomach of the tiger, and you still want to turn the sky upside down?"

The scattered guests, their faces changed greatly, no one expected that Liu Laohan, who had opened a tea shop here for more than ten years, actually had another identity and was able to drug the tea, which was really terrible.

The tea drinkers were frightened and hurriedly scattered and ran away.

"Count you unlucky, since you heard it, leave it for the old man!" The old man lifted the long-spouted teapot in his hand, shook it violently, and some tea flowed out, and then with a wave of his palm, the tea that flowed out flew out like steel balls, flying towards several tea drinkers who fled out.

"The boss is so ruthless!" Seeing all this, the person who came sighed, and the sheathed long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed, and a cold light flashed, and the water droplets that flew out exploded in response.

"Hmph, you Tiandou Sect people really like to meddle in things, this was the case at the beginning, and it is still like this now, you are too busy to take care of yourself, what kind of hero are you!" the old man looked at all this coldly, and snorted coldly.

"The boss has good eyesight, how can you tell that I am from the Heaven Dou Sect?" the rider asked with interest.

"Hmph, for so many days, I've been coming to the Maitreya Great Enlightenment Holy Sect 'Maitreya Dacheng Holy Sect', all of which are good things done by the people of your Tiandou Sect, you are dressed as a person in the rivers and lakes, and you look at your temperament, you are definitely not a disciple of an ordinary small family, you came here to patrol the old man for trouble, and concluded that the old man is Liu Yinglong, and even inquired about the name of the old man, if you are not from the Tiandou Sect, who else can it be?"

"Oh, since you have received the matter of my Heaven Dou Sect encircling and suppressing the remnants of your 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect', why don't you run away, what are you still doing here, are you really not afraid of death?" asked the person very curiously.

"Haha, run, the old man is old, all these years of hiding in Tibet, like a lost dog, panicking all day long, it's really enough, besides, do you think that your Tiandou faction will eat the old man? Who lives and who dies is not certain!" The old man Liu Yinglong laughed, although he was laughing, but his face was desolate.

"Oh, is it? Xu is the boss, the 'soft warp dispersion' you prepared has been put for too long and has become invalid, anyway, I still haven't felt any discomfort!"

The old man suddenly changed color and said, "What, how is it possible." ”

"It's true or not, boss, don't you know if you try it yourself!" said with a smile, the long sword in his hand, a fluttering sword stabbed out, and went straight to the old man's throat.

The old man's expression was gloomy, and he couldn't figure out why the other party was not affected by his "soft meridians".

"I'm afraid this kid is weird!" Liu Yinglong cheered up his heart and dealt with it carefully.

Seeing that the other party stabbed with a sword, he hurriedly stepped a little and flew back sideways At the same time, his hand slapped the teapot in his hand, and a waterline shot out like a sharp arrow, heading straight for Fengyi's back.

Yes, the rider who entered the tea shop was none other than Toyoichi, and the owner of the tea shop was his first "Class B" mission target.

Feng Yi felt a sharp wind, attacking from behind, his face did not show any panic, the long sword in his hand shook, one turned around and twisted, smashed the water arrow, and gently shook the long sword in his hand, shaking off the water droplets.

The old man snorted coldly, turned his body slightly, shook the long-spouted teapot in his hand, and the pointed spout, like a bird's beak, pecked at Qingshu's wrist.

This peck is so powerful that once it hits, the wrist must be broken.

Fengyi knew that if his wrist was hit, he would inevitably be hit by the remnants of the "Maitreya Dacheng Sect" and break his wrist.

At that moment, the sword was quickly stabbed, and a move of "chasing the wind and electricity" came out of his hand, and he stabbed Liu Yinglong's wrist with a preemptive attack.

The long sword in Feng Yi's hand is already longer than the long-spouted teapot in Liu Yinglong's hand, if Liu Yinglong doesn't care about it, Feng Yi believes that the long sword in his hand will definitely pierce Liu Yinglong's wrist before the other party, if the opponent's wrist is injured, the long-mouthed teapot in his hand can exert some strength, which is still a problem.

Liu Yinglong's face was even more gloomy, and the long-spouted teapot in his hand didn't care about pecking Feng Yi's wrist, and he swung it violently, surging with strength, swinging away the long sword that Feng Yi struck.

Feng Yi's expression remained unchanged, and the long sword in his hand swept towards Liu Yinglong's face.

Liu Yinglong only felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and couldn't help but take two steps back to avoid its edge.

Feng Yiyi sword in his hand, the long sword in his hand missed, the long sword shook, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and stabbed at the "Shenmen Acupoint" in Liu Yinglong's right hand holding the long-spouted teapot.

Liu Yinglong's face was cold, and in his cloudy eyes, a cold light flashed, and the long-spouted teapot in his hand slammed at the long sword that stabbed Feng Yi, and at the same time, his feet slipped and pounced on Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's expression froze, and his heart was clear, this Liu Yinglong wanted to avoid his long sword and fight hand-to-hand.

Although Fengyi is not afraid of fighting with his bare hands, he is definitely willing to fight with his bare hands when the other party is attacked and persecuted.

Feng Yi stepped a little, retreated a few feet, and then swept with his sword, hitting Liu Yinglong.