Everyone held their breath and watched with wide eyes as the cultivator walked in, and then sat down in a corner of the hall with poise.

The cultivators wore simple and shabby white cloth clothes, and it was obvious that these clothes were very luxurious in the past, but now they are no longer what they look like. He also seemed a little worried, and his wary eyes looked at the drinkers around him from time to time.

For a while, there was silence in the hall of the restaurant, and some of the guests had already raised their wine glasses when the cultivator appeared outside the gate, and until this moment, the wine in the cup was still full.

Some of the guests had already quietly moved towards the gate, as if they wanted to leave early, just in case something happened.

Zhang Dongping felt a cold sweat break out on his back, but in order to avoid the worst, as the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he still mustered up the courage and walked towards the cultivator.

Cultivators are just people with spiritual powers, and from the outside, there is nothing peculiar, they will not have three heads and six arms, and they will not have two mouths.

This one is more like a rich boy in distress, with an elegant temperament.

Zhang Dongping had a lot of bad thoughts in his mind, he felt that the stool that the cultivator was sitting on was about to collapse in the next moment, he felt that once the cultivator got angry and slapped the table with his big palm, the table would be smashed, and he felt that the cultivator could smash a big hole in the wall of his restaurant with a punch......

He didn't dare to think about it any longer, so he forced himself to remain calm and respectfully asked the cultivator, "Guest—Guest, what do you want to do?"

"Delicious, just on. The practitioner replied in a tone that was not fluent, "And good wine, bring it." ”

I don't know if it was because of fear or some other reason, after getting the reply from the cultivator, Zhang Dongping responded with a bright smile, immediately turned around and left, and hurriedly went to give this unprecedented guest Zhang Luo wine and food.

The atmosphere in the hall became dull and restless, and after a while, the guests began to slowly relax when they noticed that the cultivator had not made any radical moves.

After a while, the atmosphere in the hall became strange, and the mentality of the guests changed from being worried and scared at the beginning to being strange and playful today.

Some people's eyes were on the cultivators, consciously or unconsciously, while others were on the two guards, especially the well-informed guards.

Zhang Dongping brought a large plate of roast beef, a few side dishes to accompany the wine, and two jars of fine wine. These two jars of good wine are the treasures of the town store that Yingfeng Restaurant has treasured for many years.

Looking at the table full of wine and food, the cultivators hesitated.

Zhang Dongping hurriedly asked, "Isn't this to the taste of the guest officer?"

The cultivator said, "If you give me so much good wine and food, I may not be able to finish it, and I may not be able to afford it. ”

Zhang Dongping was slightly stunned, surprised by the straightforwardness of the cultivator, his brain was quite good, and he lowered his voice and said to the cultivator: "You are the first to come to eat with me - special guest officer, this time I will give you a discount, you can eat, only charge you a penny." ”

The cultivator hesitated, "That's embarrassing. ”

"Don't be polite, just mention it to me if you need it. Zhang Dongping said loudly.

Watching the cultivators gobble up the food, Zhang Dongping secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he didn't plan to ask for the money for this meal at all, just begging this rare guest official not to make something terrible, because those rumors about cultivators are too terrifying.

This cultivator has a great appetite, obviously hungry, and has nothing to eat.

The guests in the hall were very puzzled, of course, these guests who no longer felt the danger were more concerned and looking forward to the next move of the two guards.

The do-good man sitting next to him leaned over and whispered to one of the guards, "I think now is a very good opportunity. ”

This garrison who claims to want to fight with the cultivator, his brows are furrowed at the moment, he has courage, but he also has brains, he wants to compete with a cultivator, but he doesn't want to provoke a cultivator, the kind of ruthlessness that either you die or I live, the result is not what he wants.

He hadn't really fought with cultivators, and he didn't have much confidence in his heart, and if he put it too much, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, the current situation made it impossible for him to compromise and retreat, for countless pairs of eyes were fixed on him in the hall, and these guests had heard the bold words he had spoken earlier.

"You don't really have to worry about these things. "Nor does it have to be done on the spot." ”

He shook his head, at this time, even a moment of questioning was torment for him.

Eventually, he got up and walked over to the cultivator, and before he went, he discussed with his companion, and if the situation was not good, he would come forward to help.

In his opinion, even if he alone is defeated by a cultivator, the two of them are still stable, of course, it is best to stop and earn face.

The cultivator was secretly surprised and puzzled by the arrival of the garrison, but he still only cared about eating and drinking, and looked indifferent.

Seeing the guards walking to the side of the cultivator, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Zhang Dongping's forehead was covered with black lines, he almost expected what would happen next, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

"I've heard that cultivators are very capable of fighting. The garrison smiled and said to the cultivators, "I want to talk to you about it, I don't know what you think?"

The cultivator turned his head and glanced at the guards for some reason, and said strangely, "You want to fight with me?"

The guards said, "It's just a scramble, and the point is up." ”

The cultivator subconsciously glanced around, and when he saw the expectant gaze in the eyes of the guests, he immediately understood.

He shook his head and said to the guards, "There's no need to do this, it's not about courage and face. If you want to be happy, then you will pay the price. No one can tolerate being teased, and neither do I. ”

The garrison knows that he is at a loss, but he has to send the arrow, otherwise, he will become a cowardly bag for the guests present to talk about before and after dinner, which is the most unacceptable thing for the garrison.

"I have no ill will towards you, on the contrary, I respect you very much. The guard said, and his voice increased so that everyone in the hall could hear it clearly, "Right now, I have made up my mind to challenge you, either you accept my challenge, or you will consider yourself no match for me." ”

"I'm no match for you. The cultivator said with a blank face.

The guards were stunned for a moment, followed by a sudden burst of laughter in the hall, which made the guards feel that what they had just said was very funny.

Therefore, he became angry.

When the guards drew their long swords and slashed at the cultivators, the cultivators were also furious.

The cultivator dodged the blade sideways and suddenly got up. A pair of cold eyes suddenly burst into ejaculation, and with a push of the palm, an invisible force came first.

The garrison hurriedly rolled to the ground, and after avoiding the counterattack of the cultivators, they got up in great confusion, clenched the sword in their hands, and prepared for the bitter battle that was coming.

He succeeded in provoking the practitioners, but that was exactly what he didn't want to happen.

Seeing the tension between the guards and the cultivators, a fierce battle was inevitable, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Zhang Dongping, was bitter.

It was already difficult to dissuade an angry guard, and with an angry cultivator, Zhang Dongping really couldn't think of any other way to stop this.

Just when everyone consciously leaned to the side and vacated a vacant space in the center of the hall for the guards and cultivators to fight, a cold wind suddenly blew outside the door of the restaurant, which quickly poured into the building everywhere, making everyone in the hall shiver involuntarily.

Everyone wondered how this strange cold wind came about. As if blown by this cold wind, the angry guards and cultivators suddenly calmed down, and they all looked at the gate of the restaurant together.

Outside the gate it was dark, as if there was nothing and something moving. A moment later, the darkness spread from outside the door to the inside, as if carrying a northerly wind from the bitter winter, and the biting chill made the teeth shiver.

In the dim light of the hall, the guests finally saw the true face of the darkness that poured in, it was an old man in a sackcloth cloak, slightly hunched back, thin cheeks, and a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life but refracted a clear light, which went straight to the heart.

He carried an ordinary wooden stick as a crutch in his hand, and on top of the crutch, there was a piece of green cloth with three big characters written on the cloth: Bao Banxian.

He walked slowly and step by step, and the hearts of the guests slowly relaxed to the sound of his footsteps and the clatter of his canes against the floor.

He's just an old man, a fortune-teller, and at most an unordinary fortune-teller, as most of the guests think.

But no one dared to approach this old man, there seemed to be a terrifying aura in him, and the closer he got to him, the more he couldn't help but feel afraid.

The garrison also secretly retreated to the side like everyone else, and he had already thrown the grievances with the cultivators out of the clouds.

At this moment, he felt a little dry in his throat, and his eyes stared at the old man, as if he had witnessed the most terrible thing he had ever seen in his life.

In my ears, my companion's trembling voice rang out word by word: "Old—old liar—"

The garrison hurriedly covered his companion's mouth with his hand, and said in a rough tone: "It's Bao Daxian!"

At some point, the practitioner had returned to his table and continued to enjoy his food and drink.

He didn't pay any more attention to the movements of the guards, but quietly glanced at the old man who had just come in from time to time, as if he had some kind of jealousy of the old man.

Once again, the lobby of the restaurant became silent, deathly silent.

The conflict between the guards and the cultivators was unexpectedly resolved, but Zhang Dongping, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, couldn't be happy.

He had witnessed the appearance of the old man, and he had also witnessed the reaction of the guards and cultivators when they saw the old man, and if he hadn't seen a little eyebrow, then he had lived for so many years in vain.