After several months of winter snow, the ice and snow of the thousand mountains have disappeared, and the earth has returned to spring in a blink of an eye.

The wind is cold, and so is the air.

It was sunset, and it was the best time for the inn's business, and there were almost no empty tables upstairs and downstairs.

The shopkeeper who ran the hall was busy sweating profusely, but he still barely had a smile on his face, and finally got a moment of leisure, so he ran to the inconspicuous corner of the second floor and secretly picked it up.

The boiling hall, as far as the eye can see, is full of black and pressed human heads. There are more than 30 tables upstairs and downstairs, all of which are full of guests.

In this remote town, there are few outsiders in and out, and the inn is usually very deserted, and occasionally only a few merchants settle here, which has never been so lively as now.

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and sighed, this is really a very strange thing.

What made him even more strange was that the guests, except for a few porters and donkey-drivers, were armed with weapons, some with swords, some with bows, and some with spears.

These people are the legendary Jianghu people. They were eating, drinking, and talking, as if they were holding a martial arts conference.

The shopkeeper had never seen a martial arts conference, and such a scene was the first time he had seen it.

In his cognition, the people of the rivers and lakes have always been wicked people who only know how to kill. So when he accidentally knocked a sword to the ground, he had only one thought in his head, and that was: he was dead.

The owner of the knife was looking at the shopkeeper coldly and didn't say anything.

Even if this person didn't say anything, just a look in his eyes had already made the shopkeeper turn white with fright, and he quickly picked up the knife and put it back, and then closed his eyes and was ready to start apologizing desperately immediately.

Before the words could be spoken, the owner of the knife had already waved his hand and said coldly: "Get out." ”

One word, but the shopkeeper turned around and ran away as if he had been amnesty. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps back, he was lifted up from behind.

A man with an unusually strong figure and a scar on his face easily lifted the shopkeeper up with one hand, let go of his voice and shouted: "Go down and bring two pots of wine to the master." ”

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he could only whine, and his legs kept kicking around.

The man with the scar didn't let go, he just waved his backhand and threw the struggling shopkeeper from the second floor to the first floor.

The shopkeeper shouted loudly.

The moment he was thrown out, he felt dead, but he wasn't dead, and when he landed on the first floor, he found himself being carried by something.

It's an iron rope, an iron rope with a silver hook.

One end of the iron rope was in the scarred man's hand, and the silver hook was hooking the collar of the shopkeeper.

He was thrown downstairs by the collar by the chain, so he was not thrown to his death.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but pull the silver hook with his hand, because the feeling of being hung by the silver hook was like swinging with his neck hanging. If he hadn't been put down soon, he might have had his neck strangled by his collar.

The shopkeeper's face was already a dead gray, as if he had experienced a catastrophe of life and death. Panting and pulling at the collar, he subconsciously looked upstairs.

The fierce-looking man was looking at him with a smile on his face, and said loudly, "Quickly serve wine to the master." ”

After speaking, the iron cable hanging on the collar of the shopkeeper was suddenly loosened, and the iron cable was also taken back by the scar man.

The shopkeeper could only go upstairs with two jars of wine, even though his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. If he hadn't run faster, the rope might have jumped through his chest.

The man with the scar stood there, looking at the two jars of wine sent by the shopkeeper, and laughed twice. The purple scar on his face gradually turned blood red, perhaps because he had drunk alcohol, or perhaps because he was in a good mood.

However, he only laughed twice, and the third laugh was swallowed back alive, and the scar on his face turned from blood red to purple.

The wine that the shopkeeper sent upstairs was snatched by another bald head with his upper body.

This bald head looks like a monk, but not a monk. He has the same bald head as the monk, but he does not have the rules of a monk. This bald head was indulgent and uninhibited when he laughed, although he did not have a fierce face, but his figure was as burly and majestic as that of a man with a scar, and his upper body was covered and his waist was wrapped in a snakeskin belt, which made people shudder.

The man with the scar squinted his eyes, looked at the bald head coldly, and said coldly: "Bring the wine." ”

Naturally, this sentence would not be said to the shopkeeper, so the shopkeeper ran away without hesitation, he was very scared, and his legs were weak from fear, but he also knew that he had to hurry up and walk away from these two mountain-like men.

The bald man glanced at the scarred man, smiled provocatively, suddenly opened the lid, and poured the wine "gurgling". A pot of wine, which he drank all in one go.

And a jug of wine.

The man with the scar threw out the rope and stared dangerously at the bald head. As soon as the bald head dared to open the lid of the second jug of wine, he would use the iron cable to break the bald head's neck, hang the bare head on the silver hook and throw it.

The bald head smiled heartily, "If you don't mind, I'll ask for this pot." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the full pot of wine in his hand forward, and the jug flew from the bald hand to the second floor.

The man with the scar caught it, looked at the wine jug, looked at the bald head again, and suddenly laughed heartily, didn't say anything, and drank it all in one go.

Laugh at the grudge.

One more drinking buddy is, of course, a hundred times better than one more enemy.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if nothing had happened, they actually sat down at the same table, pushed the cup into the lamp, and talked happily.

The shopkeeper looked at them and could only sigh silently.

This inn is full of such eccentric people.

Everyone seemed to want his life, but no one would want his life, because he was just an innkeeper serving tea and water, and no one in the rivers and lakes would look at an insignificant person as an ant.

The shopkeeper only felt that his two legs were about to break, but he had to run again.

Business is good, and the only one who is happy is always the shopkeeper of the inn, I saw him leaning against the counter, the abacus crackled, and it seemed that the silver had entered a lot.

Looking at the shopkeeper's mercenary face, the shopkeeper couldn't help but curse twice in his heart.

The shopkeeper felt that he seemed to be able to fall asleep now, whether he was running or walking, but he couldn't sleep, because at this moment, there was another neighing of horses outside the store, and then he saw five or six big men stamping their hands and feet into the store.

They were dressed in the clothes of a yamen official and carrying knives, apparently handling a case. One of them also held a flag in his hand, with gold trim on a black background, and four golden glittering words tattooed with it: Thousands of Miles Track.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but wonder, what happened in the past two days?

Not only have there been more people from the rivers and lakes who come to eat and stay than in the past, but even the officials of the Yamen office have stayed in their small shop. He had almost never seen such a lively scene, and he had almost never seen the shopkeeper so happy as he was now.

The shopkeeper was curious in his heart, and complained in his heart, but the look on his face was still very restrained, and he stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "A few guest houses, please!"

His voice was a little hoarse, which did not affect his greeting of guests, leading them to sit down by the window, and greeting them familiarly.

"A few masters, let's see what to eat. While cleaning up the table, the shopkeeper boasted enthusiastically, "We have everything here, the wine is the best wine, the meat is the best meat, and the meat is the best meat, which is guaranteed to make several masters happy to eat and drink satisfied." ”

Several big men didn't pay attention to the enthusiasm of the shopkeeper, but their dress attracted the attention of the shopkeeper.

Warm cotton boots, thick cotton clothes, and windproof cotton hats are tightly wrapped from bottom to top.

In this place, no one will be dressed as thickly as they are.

Not only did they wear thicker clothes than ordinary people, but even their faces were more frozen than ordinary people, their noses were red from the cold, their faces were frozen white, and there was a layer of frost on their eyelashes and eyebrows. The person holding the flag has a wound on his hand.

It's not ice and snow outside, how can these people be frozen like this?

Obviously it looks stronger than the average person, but it looks more unbearable than the average person. Looking at their frostbitten faces, the shopkeeper also seemed to suddenly feel that his face was also starting to itch.

Xiao Er originally wanted to ask something, but after seeing the extremely unkind faces of several people, he couldn't say anything.

Anyone knows that these people are in a bad mood, because they have been cold-faced, do not speak, do not look at anyone, cross their eyebrows, and do not say a word.

This made the shopkeeper feel that their faces must have been frozen into ice, otherwise how could they not even move their eyebrows?

The innkeeper was a man with eyesight, and when he saw the ugly faces of several people, he shouted to the shopkeeper: "What are you doing standing stupidly, hurry up and serve wine to these masters!"

Of course, the shopkeeper is also a clever person, and he didn't need the shopkeeper's instructions at all, he quickly ran to the back to bring a brazier, and greeted with a smile: "A few guest officers, please wait a while, the wine will arrive soon, you can see what to eat." ”

Not only were their faces frozen, but even their tongues frozen, because they couldn't say a word.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and ran to the back hall again.

Even if these people are so cold that their hands are not called, the momentum on their bodies is not weak at all, and they are burly and vicious. As soon as he sat down there, the people around him couldn't help but suppress their voices, like a bucket of ice water being poured into the brazier, and the noise suddenly turned into a cold depression.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of officials, you are only afraid of management, and when you meet the officials, the people will naturally stay away.

The mouth that was still talking has gradually closed now, and even if it is not closed, it has lowered its voice a lot.

The shopkeeper walked from behind with a wine jug, and noticed that the atmosphere was different, so he subconsciously looked left and right, and the strange atmosphere made him nervous.

So, he quickly put the flask on the table and ran away.

However, those Jianghu people are really afraid of a few yamen errand servants?

Apparently not.

Here, apart from the porters and coachmen, most of the people did not really care about the servants at this table, they just did not look at them, and the wine was still drunk, and the words were still the same, but the voices were a little quieter.

On the black-on-black gold-edged flag, the four big characters are shining with dazzling golden brilliance.