Yuan Feng tore open his chest, and in his arms was the old man's Pu knife by the lake. He handed it to the shopkeeper, "This is what you want." ”

Seeing this knife, Cheng shopkeeper naturally settled down. Shopkeeper Cheng remembered something, and took out the silver ticket in his arms: "This is the silver ticket of HSBC, three hundred taels, a lot of money." ”

Yuan Feng took the silver ticket and handed the knife to the shopkeeper.

He carefully looked at the plum blossom spike of the simple knife, the mirror-like blade was as smooth as a mirror, and the cold light condensed in the blade was cold and compelling.

But the totemic carving of the handle is clearly a bit rough. The shopkeeper threw the knife aside casually: "It's a pity, if it's more exquisite, it can be included in my collection."

"Then I'll go first," Yuan Feng didn't want to stay here too long, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you," Shopkeeper Cheng showed a sly smile, "The Diancang Sect recently made a statement on the rivers and lakes, saying that a disciple slaughtered the elders of the Xiangmen and absconded in fear of crime.."

Hearing this, Yuan Feng's hand that activated the secret room mechanism hung in mid-air, and he turned around and said, "It's not your business." ”

Yuan Feng was still expressionless.

He walked out of the secret room with great strides, and when the shopkeeper saw his reaction when he heard this, he concluded that the person the Cang Sect was looking for was him.

"Ahh

The shopkeeper followed and walked away, except for the secret room. Like a stranger with him, not in words. Sitting straight on the counter, smiling with the customers who came to pawn.

He felt hungry when he got the money from the pawnshop, and he had been on his way since yesterday's shopping, and he remembered the inn where he had drunk in the morning.

There were a lot of people gathered in the street at the door, but they all went to Wanhualou, and no one went in, they all stood at the door.

It's like waiting for something. Upstairs and downstairs are fragrant and charming, men and women hugging each other.

The sound of firecrackers came from the corner of the street, and a dense gong sound also came from a distance, and Yuan Feng turned sideways and dodged with everyone.

I saw a few gong and drummers opening the way in front, and a plain sedan chair was carried to the door of Wanhualou by four strong men.

Wait for the sedan chair to land smoothly. All eyes are on this.

Bright red nails cut through the cloth of the palanquin, and the fingers withdrew, replaced by watery eyes.

A woman walked off the sedan chair with a silk scarf half-covering her face, her thick eyebrow line and delicate red lips like young leaves, which stunned everyone. Her gaze around couldn't help but meet Yuan Feng's eyes, and she hurriedly dodged.

Yuan Feng was just in a hurry and hoped that everyone would disperse, and he didn't have too many unusual feelings in it.

"This is the top brand of Wanhualou..."

"If you want me to say, those rouge vulgar fans really can't compare!"

"Prince Wang.. You see...."

The surrounding crowd chattered closer, wanting to catch a glimpse of the woman's face. But it was broken up by the sedan chair man who carried the sedan chair and escorted into the Wanhua Building.

When she arrived at the door, she blushed, and couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of Yuan Feng.

This time, all that was left for her was Yuan Feng's back, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It turned out that he was just passing by, and he must have been an interesting person, she turned her head and thought to herself, the flask and sword that hung from his waist.

"What are you thinking?" asked her.

After the crowd dispersed, the bustling streets of Chang'an were restored to their original appearance. The shouts of the vendors came and went, and of course, many people flocked to the Qinglou to see the top brand.

He returned to the inn where he was drinking. At this time, it was noon, the guest hall was full, and Xiao Er saw that it was him, and remembered that he had spent a lot of thirty pieces of silver.

With a smile, he placed him on a table in the corner, "Guest officer, please come inside!"

"Would you like to try our new flowery chicken?"

"Okay, another pound of liquor, three pounds of sauce beef"

"Gotcha! A flowery chicken, three catties of sauced beef!"

Xiao Er shouted to the back kitchen and went to get a drink.

The wine and meat were finished, and an old man with white hair and beard walked in front of him, dressed in a black robe. He didn't pay attention to Xiao Er's greeting at the door, but walked to the Yuanfeng table by himself.

The comers are not good. Yuan Feng remained silent, but his right hand had already pressed the sword on the table.

The old man picked up the wine jar on the table and drank it unscrupulously. The old man's long-bearded eyebrows made him have to pull them aside in unison, but it did not affect his feelings of intoxication and pleasure in the slightest.

Xiao Er, who was greeting the guests on the side, was also dumbfounded, "Guest officer..."

The old man seemed to have sipped the last drop of wine from the tip of his tongue before he raised his slightly flushed face and looked at him with drunken eyes.