Niu Ye sat behind the counter.

He wore a jacket.

Although it is just autumn, the weather in the north of the Saibei is not as good as the Guannei, especially in the morning and evening, and the cold air hits people, and the people who go to the grade can especially not bear the cold.

The kitchen is tinkling, Second Sister-in-law You is such a rough woman, in the kitchen every day, cooking meat, all the guys ping pong noise.

The shepherd came out with a pile of chopping wood, dragging one leg, sleepy-eyed, and not yet fully awake.

Of course, this firewood was chopped by Niu Ye.

Every day before dawn, Niu Ye will get up and chop wood, all year round, thunder can't move.

Then the second sister-in-law You got up, wearing a black and shiny apron, and began to clean up the house.

In fact, there is not much to clean up, Niu Ye has finished chopping firewood, and he has almost cleaned up.

The last to get up was the shepherd, who never woke up.

After many years, everyone has basically gotten used to it.

Niu Ye sat behind the counter, his eyes looking out the window. For the two not very diligent guys, as the shopkeeper, Niu Ye is not outside.

Little by little, time passed.

The store was empty.

Second sister-in-law You cooked the meat and began to fry dried tofu and fried peanuts. These dishes are always prepared in the store, and those who drink alcohol can enjoy this drink.

The shepherd sat at the table, and turned on his slumber, his eyes closed, his hand like a chicken's paw clenched the rag tightly, his body trembled, and his facial expression was quite painful, as if he was having a nightmare.

Niu Ye sat behind the counter, staring ahead, without making a sound.

Inside the tavern, the air is calm and dignified.

Suddenly, the cotton curtain was slammed open.

A man first looked inside, then behind him, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

The man was tall, dressed in coarse cloth, with a huge axe at his waist, a hat on his head, a dark complexion, and a scruffy beard.

The shepherd, who was dozing off the table, was suddenly awakened, and he stood up at once, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the man, at a loss.

Although the man is rough, he is very polite. He first hugged his fist at the shepherd, looked back at the back, sat down at a table against the wall, and arched his hand at the cow master, and said, "Shopkeeper, if you have a lot of food, let's have some ...... first."

Niu Ye kept looking out of the window and retracted his eyes, glanced at the man, and happened to meet the man's somewhat tired eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, stood up, hugged his fist at the man, and said, "The guest officer sits down for a while!" and then turned around and shouted to the back kitchen: "Shepherd, serve tea!"

"Hmm!" replied the shepherd in a sullen voice, and came over with a large copper kettle.

As soon as the man saw one of the shepherd's legs, a strange light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

The shepherd was a stupid man, and he could see this, and went straight up and made tea for the man.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell right on the shepherd.

He was sleepy-eyed, so sloppy and decadent.

The man picked up the tea bowl, looked out the window, and slowly brought the tea to his mouth.

"Okay!" Second Sister-in-law You raised the curtain of the kitchen door and shouted at the sheep herd at the top of her voice.

"Oh!" the shepherd roared, dragging one leg and running over.

Niu Ye's shop was originally a tavern, and there was nothing else except some snacks. If the man wants to eat, he can only serve these drinks.

After the man drank half a bowl of tea, the shepherd came out with a tray with two plates, a plate of mutton and a plate of dried tofu.

It seems that the peanuts have not been fried yet.

"It's hard work!" the man clasped his fists at the shepherd, turned his head to look around, picked up chopsticks, and devoured them.

He looked hungry.

The shepherd lifted the copper kettle and filled him with tea.

A plate of lamb quickly bottomed out.

The man smashed his mouth unsatisfied, knocked on the table, and shouted at the shepherd, "A few more catties!

How many pounds do you need? This man eats a lot. The shepherd took a breath, turned around and walked into the back kitchen, and after a while, he walked out with a porcelain pot full of mutton.

"Good! good......!" said the man, grabbing the mutton, chewing it in large gulps, swallowing large chunks, and sweat stains oozing from his forehead.

The drinkers in the shop walked in one after another, and it slowly became lively.

The man ate most of the pot of mutton again, and finally stopped.

He wiped his mouth, turned around and arched his hand towards Niu Ye, and shouted, "Shopkeeper, sift the pot of wine!"

Niu Ye shouted to the shepherd, and the shepherd put the rag on his shoulder, walked out to the back kitchen with a jar of wine, put it on the table in front of the man, and turned around and put the wine bowl on the table.

The man picked up the wine jar, poured a bowl of wine, and was not in a hurry to drink it, he took the wine, hesitated for a moment, walked to the counter, handed the wine to Niu Ye, and said politely: "Shopkeeper, drink a bowl!"

Niu Ye waved his hand and said, "Thank you, guest officer! The old man doesn't drink, please use it slowly!"

The man casually put the wine bowl on the table, approached Niu Ye, lowered his voice and asked, "Shopkeeper, do I want to ask you about someone?"

"Please!"

"Thirty years ago, the 'Soul Chasing Sword' that was rumored on the rivers and lakes!"

"What?"

Thirty years ago, it was the first sword in the world!"

"Oh!"

"Such a hero, but mysteriously disappeared thirty years ago, and no one has been seen alive or dead since. After many years of inquiry, I heard that his person is still alive, and he has haunted the area of the Two Realms Mountains before returning to seclusion - may I ask the shopkeeper, have you heard some clues......"

"Oh! I haven't heard of this ......."

"Shopkeeper, think about it again......"

"The old man has been doing small business here for some years, and the mountains of these two realms are not very big, and I have never heard of a 'soul chasing sword' ......."

"I heard that he is in the ...... of the Two Realms Mountain"

"Alas—we're an old man, a useless waste! a useless old thing! Do a little business, earn half a bowl of food, and live for the rest of our lives, you see—how can a useless old thing like us know what the rivers and lakes are doing......

"Then—who is better informed here?" and pointed out a clear path to the old shopkeeper!"

"Is this—or else, or you should ask these guests!" said the cow master, pointing to the drinkers.

"Thank you, shopkeeper—alas, such a hero, I don't know where to live in seclusion?" said the man, sighed, took the wine bowl, and turned and walked away.

Niu Ye looked into the distance, and his eyes were unconsciously full of sadness.

Rao lowered his voice, and when the man returned to the table and sat down, a few drinkers had already surrounded him with wine and wooden stools.

These are the idlers of the town.

Many people spend almost all of their day in Niu Ye's tavern.

Buy a bowl of wine and drink endlessly, most of the time you don't even want a piece of dried tofu.

Their greater interest is in gossip and bragging.

Anyway, what they have is time.

Idlers also have idlers' troubles.

Squatting in one place every day, drinking a bowl of wine, chewing a word, after a long time, anyone will feel bored.

Therefore, they crave new things, even if they are insignificant.

Thirty years ago, the first sword in the rivers and lakes! And finally disappeared in the Two Realms Mountain! Such news, even if it was only a few words, had already excited them.

I really didn't expect that there would be such characters in this ghost place where birds don't? They all stared at each other and discussed, as if waiting to hear a story, they gathered around the man, their eyes staring at him, their dry and barren eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

"Brothers, please!" the man sat down, picked up the wine bowl, and said to the idlers.

"Please!" "Please!" said the idlers of the week, and a few of them stood up and touched the wine bowl with the man.

The man drank it all.

The idlers just put the bowl to their lips and licked it, for them, the wine was more like a prop.

The man poured wine again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the idlers around him quarreled, like a flock of sparrows.

Gradually, the voice became smaller and smaller, and at last the idlers closed their mouths and stared directly at the man's big black face.

They say that they are nothing more than those topics that have been chewed up for a long time, and now they are sitting here to listen to other people's stories.

They are full of anticipation.

One by one, they held half a bowl of wine, opened their mouths wide, and drank for a long time, and the wine seemed to be drunk more and more.

The man poured a bowl of wine, seemingly helpless.

"Big brothers!" he picked up the wine bowl and poured it down, hugged his fist at the idlers around him, and said: "If you want to say that this 'soul chasing sword' was placed thirty years ago, it was a well-known figure, the first sword ...... in the rivers and lakes."

"Oh!" exclaimed the idlers.

"Back then, when this name was mentioned, it could really be said that everyone in the rivers and lakes knew about it, and it was famous all over the world! What kind of sword roar was that! It is said that as long as anyone who has seen him make a move, no one can take half a step out alive! Being stared at by him is that he is walking in broad daylight and bumping into the king of Hades, and whoever meets him is considered unlucky! He only needs one move to kill, no matter who the opponent is, as long as he is all at once! All at once! This time he goes out, not to mention people, even gods and demons can't avoid it......" The man said as he picked up the wine jar and poured wine.

"What's his name?" asked an idler, his eyes wide.

"Name? No one knows his name! There are even rumors in the rivers and lakes that he doesn't have a name at all! In order to practice swords, he forgot his name! You think, you think, think about it! A person can forget his name, and only the sword is left in his heart! For the sake of the sword, he even forgets his own name! For the sake of the sword, even he does not exist! What kind of realm is that? What kind of swordsmanship should a person who has reached this realm practice? What kind of swordsmanship should he practice? What kind of swordsmanship is that! As long as one move, as long as one move! Once he made that move, no one could leave alive, how many heroes and how many heads of the family died under his hands, so many masters, they couldn't even catch a move in front of him, what kind of swordsmanship was that? What kind of swordsmanship was that......

"Oh! that, that, that, what does he look like?"

"No one knows what his name is, no one knows what he looks like, and it is said that everyone who saw him died. Such a famous man in the world, such a famous person, he has such a great reputation, such a great reputation, but it is said that no one has ever seen him, and everyone who has seen him is dead, all dead......"

"So—what about his sword, it must not be made of gold, right?"

"Heh—I heard that his sword is more humble than anyone's sword, and more shabby than any weapon in the world, and his sword is just a piece of scrap iron......"

"Iron pieces?"

"That's right! It's just a piece of iron! But when this piece of iron reaches his hands, it becomes a divine weapon that no one can stop or hide! No matter what kind of sword, sword, or rare artifact, when it comes to him, it will all turn into useless scrap copper and rotten iron! It is rumored on the rivers and lakes that he has magic power in his hands, not to mention a piece of scrap iron, that is, if he casually folds a branch, a rotten branch and rotten bamboo, in his hands, it will become an invisible magic weapon that kills people! He has magic power in his hand, and the sword in his hand can catch up with people's souls as long as they are unsheathed, and no matter how fast they run, they can't run away! His sword can catch up with people's souls in the blink of an eye, and when the sword goes down, the soul is scattered, so the rivers and lakes are called 'soul chasing sword', and his swordsmanship is ......."

"And how old is he?"

"I don't know how old he is! I heard that he was just a teenager! An ordinary-looking teenager, no one would recognize him if he didn't make a move! He walked on the road, no different from any teenager on the side of the road—if he was still alive, he should be nearly sixty years old......

"Oh!" the idlers exclaimed again with their tongues sticking out.

"Alas......" the man sighed, took the wine bowl and drank it all, looking ahead, as if fascinated by those legends.

After a while, he suddenly bowed his hand to the idlers around him, and said very politely: "I don't know if you big brother have any news? I heard that he has retired to the Two Realms Mountain!"

"Alas!" the idlers booed, and one by one shook their heads into rattles.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I heard that he has been living in seclusion in the Liangjie Mountain, you are all local......s, right?" said the man, picking up the wine jar and filling the wine bowl in the hands of the idlers around him.

"Good!" "Good!" the idlers applauded. It doesn't matter if you can find out the news, you can drink half a bowl of wine for nothing, which is more affordable than anything else. What's more, what they have is time.

"So—if I find out the news, how can I find you?" an idle man poured a big sip of wine, held it for a long time, and suddenly burst out of a sentence, and a hand holding the wine subconsciously stretched out.

"This is not difficult!" The man lifted the wine jar and filled the wine bowl, put down the wine jar, hugged his fist at the idle man, and said: "Brother wanders the world, fluctuating, if you have any news, you might as well inform the old shopkeeper of this tavern!"

After speaking, he stood up and hugged his fist at Niu Ye, and said very politely: "In Xia Meng Erdan, if there is any news of the 'Soul Chasing Sword', please keep an eye on the old shopkeeper, and I will be grateful!"

"Okay!" Niu Ye replied, his face expressionless.

Hearing this somewhat funny name, several idlers couldn't help but grin.

That Meng Erdan didn't care, grabbed the wine jar, poured the remaining wine into a circle of idle people's bowls, shouted, "Youlao!", put down the wine jar, walked straight to the counter, took out a silver ingot and put it on the counter, and bowed his hand to Niu Ye: "Old shopkeeper, let's please you!"

"Okay!" Niu Ye said, picked up the silver, handed it to Meng Erdan, and said: "Forgive me, guest officer!

"The old shopkeeper, a little silver, why worry about it, you don't need to find this silver, please smile at the old shopkeeper, and please help keep an eye on ......it."

"How can this be done? Why don't you take this silver first, a few wine money, and give it to you next time?"

"The old shopkeeper Hugh should be polite! Hugh should be polite!" Meng Erdan said, stuffed the silver to Niu Ye again, and turned around and went out.

"Alas......" The idlers sighed, saw the "storyteller" leave, picked up the stool, and slowly walked back to the place, and their mouths were still talking about it: "I don't know my name, I don't know what I look like, I don't know anything, what else are you looking ......for?" while discussing, shaking their heads, as if they were sorry.

Although the story is a little short, the idlers are satisfied.

Niu Ye sat behind the counter and looked into the distance without moving.

No one saw that his sunken eyes seemed to be full of tears......