"Old man, why do those diners call Fang Cai's sister a little cabbage?"

"Because white. ”

"But cabbage is not white. ”

"Well, because they love cabbage. ”

"Oh, these Luoyang people have weird hobbies. ”

"Hurry up and finish your sweet cake, don't blink your fingers. ”

"Eat, eat. ”

"Is it enough?"

"Just let me have a glass of wine. ”

"It's going to get drunk. ”

"Have you seen me drunk?"

"When didn't you get drunk?"

"Slam the door. ”

The chatter in my ears grew louder and louder.

It seems that this young owner of Luohualou is still a celebrity, and he sings every night when he is a teenager, indulging in wind and snow and unable to extricate himself, living a rotten life, and not wanting to forge ahead. But just because she has money, spends money like dirt, and her sister is a person in the palace, she really does whatever she wants on the boundary west of the bridge.

Yang Fern hugged the girl named Wan'er and disappeared on the second floor, Ye Piaoling suddenly frowned.

"What a blatant murderous aura!"

"It's kind of interesting!"

"I haven't been stained with blood, and I don't know how to hide the breath, so I dare to go out and do it, my heart is really big, and I don't know which rookie it is!"

Ye Piaoling took a sip of wine, shook his head, and raised his hand to block Ning Hongdou's eyes.

The next moment.

A figure flew down from the second floor and smashed directly into the center of the lobby, smashing a table of wine and food, and injuring several drinking guests.

"Brute, dare to fight Wan'er's sister's idea! Take your life!" a white-shirted young man climbed up to the second floor from somewhere, holding a long sword and flying sideways.

Bang on the ground!

The golden sound is deafening!

The long sword of the white-shirted young man was blocked, and the person who shot it was the shopkeeper of Luohualou: "Cen Shaoxia, stop your anger, this is Luohualou." ”

The white-shirted young man's name is Cen Jinfei, Luoyang Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, the nephew of the pavilion master, and the closed disciple of the third elder Yan Weike.

I saw that this Cen Jinfei didn't give the shopkeeper face at all, and yelled: "It's the Luohua Building!"

In the blink of an eye, a group of black-clothed thugs had gathered in the front hall, all of which were the nursing homes of Luohualou, the largest restaurant in Luoyang, where was it easy to mess with.

Don't wait for the voice of the shopkeeper.

The yang fern lying on the ground was already furious, covering his chest with one hand, and pointing at Cen Jinfei with the other: "Give, I, fight!"

"Break his dog's leg!"

"Whoever breaks his leg will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!"

"Dare to spoil your grandfather's good deeds, I'm impatient, this is Luoyang at the feet of the Son of Heaven, a shameless reckless man!"

The fight broke out directly in the next moment, and the diners got out of the way and hid aside, but did not leave. The Tang Dynasty established the country with force, advocated strength, and did not prohibit civil fighting, even in Luoyang, the capital of the gods, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. If you don't agree with each other, you draw a knife against each other, it's a common thing, let alone for a woman.

Love fighting, the most good-looking.

The sharp-eyed person has already found the graceful figure on the second floor, the charming girl just now, at this moment, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, watching coldly.

The value of women has always been increased by men's battles.

Drunken dreams for eternity, pouring out the rivers and mountains, and the princes of the beacon fire drama, just to smile at Bo Hongyan, this has been the case since ancient times.

The rich boy and the chivalrous boy just made up a pair.

The battle was fought from the lobby of the Luohualou to the streets of Yongning, one side won with a sharp sword, and the other side won with a large number of people. Cheers, cheers, cheers, abound.

No one alarmed the government.

Because the battle will soon be over.

Cen Jinfei relied on his sword and a solid body of decent exercises, and finally beat the thirteen black-clothed guards, walked through the lobby of the Luohua Building with a proud face, and stepped on the wooden ladder to climb the stairs.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Your sword, something interesting, the first time you go out?"

Cen Jinfei looked sideways, and in the position of leaning against the window, Ning Hongdou was smacking the pastry residue on his fingers, and Ye Piaoling was smiling harmlessly.

"It's your business!" Cen Jinfei said in an arrogant tone.

"The sword was stolen from the sect, right?" Ye Piaoling continued to ask with a smile, and his hands began to rub together gently, as if he was very excited.

"The sect is my family, and the sword of the sect is naturally mine. Cen Jinfei said it as a matter of course.

"Hehe, then this sword is famous?" Ye Piaoling seemed to be happier than the winning boy.

"The name of the sword is deer ear, cast by white iron in Changshan, and the iron is sharpened like mud. Cen Jinfei deliberately raised the long sword in his hand, and said it to the second floor, saying that it was an answer, but it was better to show off.

"Deer ears?"

"Good name!"

"That's good!"

"It's just right to be the penultimate sword of my immortal. ”

Ye Piaoling muttered to himself, then clicked his mouth, and his fingers suddenly tapped towards the white-shirted young man.

Ning Hongdou sighed, skillfully took out a piece of drawing paper from his arms, spread it flat on the table, and took out a small ink inkstone from his sleeve.

I want to paint on paper.

Look at the boy in white shirt again.

The deer ear sword was originally held firmly in Cen Jinfei's palm, the hilt of the sword suddenly moved, and the tip of the sword moved straight and straight towards Ye Piaoling. With a whoosh, the long sword left his hand and landed directly in front of Ye Piaoling's table, and the tip of the sword sank into the wood.

The entire Falling Flower Building was silent.

"The flying sword leaves the body without falling?"

"Who is this old man who drinks divinely?"

"At least they're all great cultivators with telepathic power!"

Ning Hongdou's eyes didn't blink, the pen flew like a fly, and with a few strokes, he actually drew the wonderful moment of this battle, but he didn't expect that the delicious and lazy little stubborn girl still had such a ability.

"Give me back the sword!" Cen Jinfei shouted, got up and was about to run over to snatch it, and then he saw a thrilling scene.

Ye Piaoling raised his finger and flicked, and the deer ear sword, which was still extremely sharp, was shattered immediately. The blade of the sword is disconnected directly from the hilt, and the blade, tip, and back of the sword are ...... The entire sword was directly split into dozens or hundreds of pieces of broken iron.

One breath.

Take a suck.

The broken iron disappeared into Ye Piaoling's mouth.

Finish eating the sword.

Take a sip of apricot blossom wine.

Chew on the last bite of beef in sauce.

The crunch sound of rattling echoed in the lobby of the Falling Flower Building.

Including the white-shirted boy Cen Jinfei, the young owner of Luohualou, Yang Fern, the shopkeeper who has never really made a move, plus the surrounding spectators, they are all stunned.

"This is a well-known spirit sword, a deer ear made of white iron in Changshan, which can be broken with one finger?

"I'm not dazzled, am I?"

"Crazy!"

Many people have this idea, and they can't help but rub their eyes, only the shopkeeper of Luohualou is frowning more and more, and his palms and foreheads are full of sweat: "Sword Gate, Sword Eater, Sword Destroying Maniac, Ye Piaoling!"

The shopkeeper did not lower his voice.

The white-shirted boy Cen Jinfei could hear it.

The onlookers didn't know the meaning of these words, where would the cultivators of the Righteous Path Sect have never heard of it, and where would they dare not hear it, let alone a sword cultivator like him.

This moment.

Cen Jinfei is all kinds of remorse, regret that he shouldn't have secretly taken away the deer ear sword, regret that he shouldn't show the sword casually, the sword cultivation of the four seas and eight wildernesses, in the past hundred years, before going out, the master will order: "The sword, not to show people easily, especially the spirit sword decorated with a name, it is best to wrap it in cloth, and attach a bag to the scabbard." ”

Ye Piaoling, who has suppressed the four seas and eight wildernesses for nearly a hundred years, does not dare to be arrogant, dare not raise his head, and dare not show his sword......