The streets of Xiangyang are full of traffic and endless streams. Teahouses and wine shops, people come and go, bustling.

The rivers and lakes are changing, and the common people are firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Yan Shan sat alone at the table, two side dishes, steamed buns, drinking porridge, and then selling a pot of wine, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was content.

At this time, a carriage stopped in front of the Chuxin Restaurant. The curtain opened, and a tall middle-aged Confucian with sword eyebrows and starry eyes walked down, his eyes as sharp as vultures, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Yan Shan only felt a terrifying aura coming towards him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

There is a wooden sign at the door that says "closed".

The middle-aged Confucian scholar turned a blind eye and walked straight in.

Yan Shan's expression was indifferent, and he said with a smile: "The shop will be closed for a few days, and the guest officer can come back another day." ”

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the wine and food on the table, and said with a light smile: "Since the guests have already entered the door, the boss has wine and food, why should he refuse people thousands of miles away?"

Yan Shanwan smiled and said casually: "If the guest officer doesn't give up, then please take a seat!"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly and sat down opposite Yanshan. Unceremoniously, he picked up the flask, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all. After that, he took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up another steamed bun, and ate it with side dishes.

Anti-customer, but that's it.

Yan Shan looked as usual, and drank all the wine in the cup. Then, with his hands on his cheeks, he quietly looked out the door, his eyes misty, as if he was in deep thought.

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to notice something, and asked casually, "Did you sweep the boss Yaxing?"

Yan Shan just shook his head slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian couldn't help frowning and said, "Then why doesn't the boss eat or drink?"

Yan Shan said lightly: "I don't want to die yet." ”

The middle-aged Confucian secretly admired and said no more. Becoming famous as a teenager is not strong, calm down, it seems simple, but how many people can really do it?

Soon after, the plate bottomed out, and the three steamed buns were also in the belly, but the middle-aged Confucian seemed to be unsatisfied. He poured another glass of wine and drank it all, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and he felt refreshed.

On the table was a sword, a broken scabbard, a rusty hilt. But when the eye touches it, it doesn't feel awe. He knew that the sword must be terrifying.

He noticed that from the moment he walked into the house, Yan Shan had been placing his right hand less than a foot away from the sword.

He believed that as long as he made the slightest move, even if it showed a trace of murderous aura, Yan Shan would definitely pull out this sword without hesitation. At that time, either you will die or I will die.

On this trip, he originally planned to get rid of Yanshan. But at this time, in the face of this young man, he has no certainty of victory.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

However, the trip was by no means unsuccessful.

He smiled indifferently and said softly: "In Xia Tang Wushuang, I don't know what the boss is called?"

Tang Wushuang, the master of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, this male lord of one side is in front of him, but Yan Shan is not surprised. He clenched his fists slightly, and said softly: "In Xia Yan Mountain, I have seen my predecessors!"

Tang Wushuang laughed loudly: "Not humble or arrogant, it is really a hero out of a young man!"

Yan Shan saluted again and said with a smile: "The predecessor is too famous!"

At this time, Tang Wushuang seemed to remember something, and unconsciously, a faint loneliness appeared in his eyes.

Yan Shan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

A look, a sigh, everything is tacit.

Tang Wushuang poured another glass of wine and drank it all.

Yan Shan seemed indifferent.

"I don't want to be an enemy of Xiaoyou!" Tang Wushuang looked solemn.

Yan Shan smiled happily and said softly: "If there is really such a day, the seniors don't need to show mercy to their subordinates!"

"Say goodbye!"

"There will be a date later!"

The carriage slowly departed.

Yan Shan still held his cheeks with his hands, quietly looking out of the door, his eyes were foggy, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

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