"Yo, the prince is here, please inside, please inside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The old man in the tavern pulled a chair and wiped the table, and greeted the young man who walked in.

The young man nodded and said with a smile: "Old man Niu, there is a dirty beggar standing in front of your tavern, and if you don't drive him away, you won't be afraid of affecting your business!"

"I'm in charge of the tavern business by myself, and I'm so old, it's enough to earn a coffin, and if there is anything that doesn't affect the business, it's all hard work. The old man of the tavern said.

"Don't! Young Master Ben loves to drink the wine you brew, you are really going to enter the loess, so where should I go to drink such a good wine?"

"Then drink a few more drinks before I go into the loess!" said the old tavern man.

"Like you say, I really should have had a few more drinks. With that, he leaned over and sat down.

"Hehe......" The old man in the tavern smiled slightly and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go get you wine." ”

The young man nodded, and the old man turned and walked towards the counter.

After a while, the old man of the tavern walked towards the young man with a pot of wine and some beef to drink.

"Young Master Wang, you use it slowly!" the old man put down the wine and meat.

As soon as the wine and food were put down, the young man poured himself a glass with some urgency, and then raised his head and drank it.

Seeing this, the old man of the tavern smiled slightly, and then retreated to the counter, and when his eyes wandered, he saw the beggar's somewhat cold eyes, like a cold sword shining coldly.

This made the old man's heart shocked, such a depraved beggar, to have such a gaze, is definitely a person full of hatred.

He has lived in the tavern for so long, and it can be said that he has read countless people, and most of the swordsmen who are facing each other have never seen such a ragged beggar.

With that in mind, he picked up a pot of wine and a bowl of beef, and walked towards the beggar.

"Here!" said the old man of the tavern, walking up to the beggar and handing him the wine and meat.

The beggar's gray-encrusted pupils flickered slightly, and his gaze stayed on the old man's face for a short time, and then looked at the wine and meat.

Stretching out a pair of dirty hands, he took the wine and meat that was stretched out in front of him, and without saying a word, retreated to the base of the wall at the door, lowered his head and ate and drank wildly.

Looking at the strange beggar in front of him, the tavern owner raised his white eyebrows lightly, and turned to walk deeper into the restaurant.

None of the guests noticed the dirty, smelly beggar, who looked at no one and seemed to be immersed in the pot of wine and the bowl of beef.

The sun was slowly sinking in the west, and the pedestrians in the market had gone home, like a receding tide, disappearing with the dimming of the twilight.

The outside door of the tavern is crowded, and the guests inside are naturally as few as the morning star, and there are not as many people as there are during the day.

It was already time to hold the lantern, and the wind blew the flags of the bamboo shed, making a crackling sound, as if the sound of horses' hooves came from a long distance.

The old man came from the tavern with an oil lamp.

Hearing the crackling sound, he muttered to himself as he walked, "The wind is really good today, and it will be stronger! Don't blow over my bamboo shed." ”

As he spoke, his eyes slanted slightly, reflecting the yellow light, and a black thing appeared in front of him in the corner of the wall.

"Oh, what's that?" he hurriedly staggered back a few steps, hiding his whole body behind the door, terrified.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see the mass of things rushing towards him, and he didn't make any sound, and a trace of curiosity instantly rose in his uneasy heart.

He gently stretched out half of his head and looked forward, and found that the black thing was just curled up quietly in the corner of the wall, not moving.

The old man of the tavern wondered for a moment what this thing had never been before, and just as he was thinking, the thing suddenly made a sound.

"Don't be afraid, it's me!"

Hearing this, the old man's heart was instantly calmer, after all, this is a human voice, and compared with other foreign objects, it is still much more reassuring.

Although he opened his mouth, it was a human voice, but the word "I" could not tell who he was, plus the other party did not let him be afraid, at this time he wanted to know more about who the so-called "me" was.

After thinking about it, he took out the lamp that reached into the room and shone it towards the man.

As soon as the palm lamp arrived, the old man of the tavern could see the man's dress and appearance clearly under the beating of the flames.

"Oh, I was scared to death just now, who did I say!" He patted his heaving chest and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

And this man is the dirty beggar who drank his pot of wine and ate his bowl of beef.

"I have nowhere to go, and I want to spend the night with you. The crouching shadow said.

"How can this work, squatting here, scaring others, and this place is not where you stay!" said the old man.

"I don't have anywhere to go, you've already given me food during the day, so let's do it to the end!" the voice said slowly.

The old man paused slightly, then sighed and said, "Okay! He looked behind him and said, "Let's go to the firewood room in the backyard!"

"Thank you!" said the dark shadow in the corner with some excitement.

"Alas, they are all hard-working people, come with me!"

So saying, the old man led the beggar and limped to the backyard.

Maybe it's too dark, maybe the beggar is too dirty, and the beating lights can't illuminate his surroundings, and it's still pitch black.

The old man shook his body while limping his legs and feet, and said with some sentimentality: "My old man is also a person with a hard life, so old, living alone in this world, a lifetime, a lifetime of grass and trees. That's what it's all about, close your eyes, close your eyes and go, everything is a floating cloud, you have been reincarnated as a beggar, you don't have to complain, maybe you were an emperor in your last life. ”

He smiled to himself after speaking, as if he also felt ridiculous about his last sentence just now.

And the beggar behind him, who listened to his words and did not squeak, still slowly followed the old man's buttocks, like a dog pulled by him, walking quietly behind his master, not in a hurry.

"Don't think I'm verbose, I'm also for your good, since reincarnation is like this, there is no guest in life. The old man said again.

The same was still the case in the back, except for the sound of "rustling" footsteps, and no voice could be heard answering him.

The two walked for a while, and soon came to the firewood room, the tavern is not very big, naturally this firewood room will not be very big, it can be said that it is a little difficult to turn three heels in it.

The old man turned to look at the beggar, pointed to the firewood and grass on the ground, and said, "Although this place is smaller than the outside, it is still very comfortable to lie on this firewood and grass." ”