In the southeast of the Twilight Snow Country, there is a long and narrow basin, and Lingjing Lake is like a crystal sapphire, inlaid in the center of the basin.

Many years ago, a group of merchants passed through this mountainous basin and found that it was not only beautiful but also rich in mineral resources, so they raised a lot of money and hired people to dig tunnels in the mountains to the south and north, so that this paradise could be connected to the outside world.

Driven by huge profits, countless speculators poured into the basin. With the increasing number of immigrants, it is logical to build a town on the edge of Lingjing Lake.

This is where the famous town of Jushi comes from.

Zhang Dongping is the shopkeeper of the Windward Restaurant, which is the family business that his grandfather earned after a lot of hard work and bit by bit accumulation, and it has been passed on to his hands.

His grandfather was the first group of people to come here to work hard, and witnessed the rise of mines one by one, and also witnessed the growth of Jushi Town from scratch.

When night falls, it is the time when the restaurant business is at its most prosperous.

Generally speaking, there are many people who come here to drink, and there are very few people staying at the hotel. Unless it is a merchant who has come from a very distant land and is tired enough after a long journey, no one will want to spend money to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Most people would rather use the money from the hotel to drink a few more bowls of wine, which is the experience that Zhang Dongping has summed up over the years.

As usual, the hall in the building was extremely lively, and Zhang Dongping sat comfortably at the counter, watching the little two he hired busy.

He likes to listen to the nonsense of his guests, especially the strangers from afar, who always say strange things, which often refreshes his eyes.

After staying in a certain place for a long time, he will always be extremely interested in things from the outside world, and if there are no guests to provide Zhang Dongping with new things and real-time news, he will feel that life is extremely boring.

"Some cultivators in the south are fighting again. One guest said, "I've heard that a lot of people died. ”

Another guest answered: "Haven't the cultivators in the south been fighting fiercely, and they have long been surprised. ”

"This time is different, it used to be a small fight, this time it ......"

Zhang Dongping doesn't care about those cultivators, in his opinion, no matter how much trouble those cultivators make, they won't make trouble here, there is no need to worry about the sky.

But he likes to listen to these kinds of exciting topics, because whenever someone talks about them, the business is surprisingly hot.

"Cultivators are also human beings, and there are good and bad people who are human beings. If a cultivator commits evil, it will be much more cruel than ordinary people!"

I don't know who suddenly said a sentence that was dissatisfied with the cultivator, and it immediately resonated with many drinkers, and for a while, they all began to count the cultivators' wrongs.

"No, I have personally witnessed a cultivator kill a little girl who is less than ten years old like an ant, and then cut off the meat and eat it raw. ”

"You saw it with your own eyes, and how are you still alive?"

"I think it's because the cultivator thinks my meat isn't fragrant enough. ”

Zhang Dongping doesn't know about cultivators, he only knows that cultivators have vast magical powers, can fly to the sky and the earth, and can even turn stones into gold.

But they think very highly of themselves, are barbaric and rude, never pay attention to rules and reason, and look down on ordinary mortals. These are the things he heard from the mouths of his guests more than once.

Some people have even mentioned that there are many cultivators who act recklessly, killing people when they see them, drinking blood and eating flesh, like evil spirits.

At the moment, the discussion among the guests in the building became more and more intense, and later, the cultivators gradually turned into bloodthirsty demons in their mouths.

"Cultivators are not all bloodthirsty monsters, there are also good people among them, and they can't be killed with a stick. At a table near the counter, a businessman-like drinker said, "Just like us ordinary people, aren't there many scum among us?"

One of the guests who had the most heated discussion about the cultivators immediately looked over and said to the merchant, "Of course, this is undeniable. Someone once said, 'I have seen fish flying in the sky and birds swimming in the water.' But can't you say that most of the fish fly in the sky and most of the birds swim in the water, yes and no?"

The merchant nodded, and stopped talking.

Hearing the soft "snap" of the door of the restaurant, two burly figures strode in and walked to the counter.

From the moment these two people entered the door, Zhang Dongping immediately noticed them, and he could see their identities at a glance.

Dressed in military armor, with a long sword at his waist, a pair of long boots that rattled on the wooden floor, his face was arrogant, and his eyes didn't seem to be pleasing to anyone.

Zhang Dongping has received many such guests in the past, and he knows very well how to deal with them, and he also knows very well what kind of hospitality can satisfy them.

"At last came two people who were willing to spend money. Zhang Dongping thought to himself. In his eyes, the guards of Jushi Town are the most honored guests, and the two in front of him are the guards.

The two guards glanced at the back of the counter, their eyes fell on the wine jar displayed on the wooden shelf, and then took out a silver ingot and slapped it on the counter: "Pick the best." ”

"Of course!" Zhang Dongping reached out and picked up the silver and checked it in his hand, "Guest officer, please wait." ”

The two guards turned around and walked to the table where the conversation was most lively, and one of them noticed the drinker who had been beaten like chicken blood and complained about the cultivators, and said to him with a smile: "It can be seen that Your Excellency has a great prejudice against cultivators. ”

"In fact, I'm just stating the facts. The drinker replied earnestly.

The garrison said, "So, you've had a lot of dealings with cultivators?"

"Those practitioners killed my relatives, killed my neighbors. There was anger in the drunkard's tone, "I almost died under their magic too. ”

"It's a sea of blood. The guards smiled, their eyes fixed on the drinker, "Listen to the accent, are you from the south?"

"That's what you expected. ”

"To be more specific, it should be someone from the southern seafront?"

"You can hear that in the accent too?"

The garrison still smiled: "There is a fishing village in the southern coastal area, called Tingtao Village. I heard that there was a bloody case in Tingtao Village some time ago, a fisherman named Liu Qian was killed in his home, his home was ransacked, and his neighbors were also implicated. ”

"Unbelievably, it is said that the murderer who caused this bloody case is none other than Liu Qian's nephew-"

Speaking of this, the garrison approached the drinker and lowered his voice: "Could it be that Liu Qian's nephew is a cultivator?"

The drinker's face changed suddenly, he took two steps back, straightened his chest and said, "There are always many discrepancies in rumors, and you can't completely believe what you hear. ”

The garrison sat down on the table next to him: "It is reasonable, and if there is no real evidence, it will not be true." I'm just going to talk about what I've seen and heard, but I don't really like people who practice it. ”

The merchant sitting near the counter turned his head at this time and said to the two guards: "It is said that the guards in Jushi Town are strong and well-informed. Since these two are guards, they must know more about cultivators than we do, so let's talk about them, so that we can also know what true cultivators are. ”

One of the guards poured a glass of wine slowly, clinked glasses with his companions, and drank it all.

Then he said, "We don't know much about cultivators, except that we have met one or two practitioners by chance, who are hurrying to and fro this realm, disdainful of dealing with ordinary people. To be fair, I'd love to talk to them if I had the chance. ”

The merchant asked with great interest, "What do you think your chances are?"

The garrison replied with a smile: "One-on-one, I have seven points of certainty." Although he said that he was seven points sure, his tone was full of twelve points of confidence.

When Zhang Dongping personally delivered a plate of roast beef to the two guards, he happened to see a diminutive guest walking towards the gate like a thief.

After thinking about it for a moment, he remembered that this diminutive guest was the one who spoke the loudest and talked the most fiercely about cultivators just now.

Zhang Dongping knew very well in his heart that whenever a guest left with a disgraced face, he must have been intimidated by someone and confessed, this kind of thing happens every night.

Zhang Dongping didn't care what kind of mood and way the guests left, as long as they paid enough, they could just cry and get out of the door.

Carefully arranging the roast beef on the table, Zhang Dongping found that almost all the guests in the building turned their eyes to the gate in unison, even the two guards in front of him.

Zhang Dongping also turned his head curiously and looked at the gate.

Just such a glance, Zhang Dongping swallowed his saliva involuntarily, he dared to swear with his first love, this was the first time he felt that God favored him so much, really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

The door of the restaurant was tall and wide, and at this moment, a tall and thin guest was standing there, glancing into the building, and then slowly walking in under the eyes of everyone.

"Cultivation – Practitioner ......"

Someone said a few words in a jerky tone and a low voice, as if he had known these words for the first time, and he was afraid that others would hear that he had said them.

Zhang Dongping dared to swear by the parents of his first love, this was the first time he had seen the appearance of a cultivator with his own eyes, and it was also the first cultivator guest he was about to receive.

The person in front of him was full of indescribable momentum and majesty, and he was deeply shocked.

Although ordinary mortals can't perceive the spiritual power of cultivators, they can more or less perceive the existence of spiritual power, and that invisible pressure is real and terrifying.

I've never seen a pig run, so I should have eaten pork. I often hear about such and such things about practitioners on weekdays, and the descriptions of practitioners do not need to be deliberately memorized, they have already been imprinted in my heart.