Yelu Hanyan doesn't like to be busy, he is a lonely person, even when he is alone, he thinks that loneliness and loneliness are a kind of enjoyment.

He doesn't like to talk because there are very few people who make him look good.

If not, he'd rather be alone.

It was Abbot Hong Yuan who made him understand that the "Great Sage's Voice" in Ye Yu's hand could fit perfectly with his own sword, which he had never imagined.

The death of Abbot Hongyuan was a little touching to Yelu Hanyan, Abbot Hongyuan did not know him and persuaded him with death, he didn't understand why Abbot Hongyuan did that, but he began to think about the meaning of what Abbot Hongyuan did.

So what are you doing all this for?

Killing people on rainy days has become a habit, like breathing, blinking.

For a moment, it was indeed difficult for him to think clearly.

But Abbot Hongyuan said that he still had good thoughts.

It seems funny, it doesn't seem funny.

Jerod drank the wine in the cup with a cigarette, and then filled it again, he kept thinking about it, and he never stopped drinking. He seemed to have forgotten that Ye Muyu was still sitting opposite him, and it seemed that he was the only one left in this world.

Ye Muyu was also drinking, she didn't speak, although her eyes were staring at the wine glass, the full wine poured into her throat could not fill her heart, because her heart had been filled with Yelu's smoke.

Ye Muyu, who was originally cold, was full of gloomy clouds in his eyes at the moment. She knew that Yelu had a wife, but why did he leave her?

Ye Muyu felt more and more that he was no longer willing to leave Yelu Hanyan. Even, sometimes she wants to kill Xiao Xiaotian. What attracted Yelu Hanyan to herself? I'm afraid Ye Muyu himself can't say clearly.

The personalities of the two of them are really similar.

Two people with similar personalities may fall in love once they fall in love, but it seems to be the hardest thing in the world for them to come together.

The two of them had been drinking, from noon until dusk.

This is a tavern in the hall, very remote, naturally few people come, and the business is very deserted.

Today, there are only two tables and three people in this shop, and in addition to Yelu Smoke and Ye Bathing, there is also an old man in rags, his sideburns are frosty, his skin is shriveled, and the shabby clothes on his body are close to white, but it is by no means white, it is due to too much washing and the color has fallen off.

The ragged old man held a bronze dry tobacco stick in his hand, and he took a leisurely puff of dry smoke, and the smoke turned into a cloud of mist to cover his bronze face, and his bronze hands and bronze teeth were like extraterrestrial immortals.

The bartender was figuring out the abacus on the counter, his eyes glancing at the three strange customers in the shop who didn't say a word, and shook his head again.

Because the three customers were almost silent for an afternoon, the atmosphere of the small shop was extremely dull.

The bartender had never seen such a dull person.

But he saw three of them today.

Suddenly, a big man's rough laughter came from outside the door, breaking the tavern that had been silent for a day.

The bartender didn't expect that there would be guests today, so he followed the prestige.

I saw three ugly men standing at the door, pointing at the small shop.

A man at the head was red-faced and bearded, with a strong physique, carrying a plate axe in each hand, he was standing at the door with his legs spread out, his arms carrying the plate axe crossed on his chest and looked at the small shop and said: "Eating in such a small place as the three of us, I always feel a little..."

Another short, fat man put a pair of hammers on his shoulders and said, "It's indeed a bit condescending to eat here as a big brother, why don't we go out of this hall and change a restaurant." ”

You know, the small shop in this hall was found by them with great difficulty, because the copper in their hands was stretched thin to eat in such a small shop.

The short and fat man obviously didn't understand the meaning of the red-faced and bearded man, and when he said this, the red-faced and bearded man couldn't get off the stage, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he just glared at his brother fiercely.

Fortunately, there was also a man who looked like a scholar and said: "Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that our eldest brother is a casual person, since he has come here, it doesn't hurt to go in and eat and drink casually." ”

He put the "Tao Te Ching" in his hand into his sleeve and continued: "The fourth brother always likes to pay attention to pomp, this is not good, the real hero should be like our eldest brother with the world in mind, like where to eat, the eldest brother will never consider it." ”

The short fat man nodded again and again, but he really wanted to eat it in a big restaurant.

Even if he was allowed to eat it once, he would die and feel satisfied.

The red-faced bearded man said: "The third brother is right, having the world in mind is the bearing that our Taiyuan Four Heroes should have." ”

"Let's make do here. So saying, the three of them walked towards the shop.

Why are there only three of the Taiyuan Four Heroes?

The second child, Zeng Junjie, is dead.

He was mistakenly killed by Yelu Hanyan in a teahouse in Taiyuan.

And Yelu Hanyan was sitting in this small shop at the moment, drinking wine.

Of course, the Zeng brothers recognized him.

Zeng Yingjie's steps involuntarily stopped, but he still gritted his teeth, walked in hard, and sat down in the closest place to the door, so that it would be convenient even if he wanted to escape.

The three of them sat down around the table, asked for a pot of cheap wine, ordered two vegetarian dishes, and ate and drank quietly, even the most common mention of the smoke and the corpse of Yelu was not mentioned.

The shop fell silent again.

The bartender wondered how the three people who were arguing at the door came in but it was quiet.

Could it be that this little shop has fallen into an evil spirit? Why did all the people who came in to eat become dumb?

I'm afraid this little shop is really falling into evil today!

Two more people walked into the shop.

There were two middle-aged men, with strong physiques, one tall and one short, the tall man had two short spears crossed on his back, and the short man had a spear on his back, and the spear was twice as long as the short man, so it could only be inserted diagonally.

Seeing that the two of them were dressed as if they were from Guanzhong, after they entered the store, they glanced at each other, removed the spear behind them, and then sat down at a table near the Zeng brothers.

If someone doesn't recognize the guns on their backs, they don't dare to say that they are walking the rivers and lakes.

"Guanzhong Double Gun God General" is definitely a well-known name in the rivers and lakes. If you want to invite this tall man Dong Han and short man Xu Li to do something, the price is very expensive, it is said that one thing is 10,000 taels of gold, but they have other rules for collecting money.

The amount of money they collect is never based on the difficulty of the matter, but only on the number of pieces.

Because there's nothing they can't do!

At least, so far they have not met an opponent.

Dong Han touched a piece of gold on the table, and didn't ask the bartender for change, they just wanted to spend a high price to eat a bowl of Guanzhong's oily noodles, and this noodle must be authentic.

However, the bartender said that Luoyang only had braised noodles, and there was no oily noodles.

Xu Li said coldly: "You have to take the money, and you have to make noodles." ”

He raised his eyes and glared at the bartender and continued, "Of course, you can also choose to die." ”

His eyes were as sharp as the tip of a spear, but more intimidating than the tip of a spear.

Of course, the bartender chose to make noodles, he was both the bartender and the cook of this small shop, and at this moment, his cold sweat was pouring out.

This is perhaps the most thrilling aspect of his life.

He hadn't eaten this oily noodles at all, so how could he make it?

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the rain began to sweep down.

Looking at the door of the small shop again, I don't know when there were customers again.

There were five people standing in the doorway!