Everyone in the building followed the sound and looked at the old man, with a lean figure, a short robe that was shabby but just fitted, and a knife-like face with a knife and axe was the traces of time polishing. The old man still lowered his head and tasted tea, slowly. The pale eyebrows trembled slightly, and then said: "There is no successor in the rivers and lakes, and no one can take care of this kind of murderous and oversold thing? ”

The old man sat next to the door, and he was the only one at the table, as if he was talking to everyone and talking to himself. At the next table sat four whimsical-looking middle-aged men, one of whom was red-faced and bearded, and said, "Why did the old gentleman say this? Those two thieves didn't let our brothers collide, otherwise, they would have to kill their dogs." ”

Another young man who looked like a scholar asked, "Do these heroes know how powerful those two thieves are?"

The bearded and red-faced man said without thinking: "And no matter what ability he has, I have someone's plate axe does not have long eyes" After that, he picked up the plate axe on the ground and turned it upside down in his hand and said to himself: "My Zeng Yingjie and my three brothers are famous local heroes in Taiyuan Mansion, and when they see the uneven things on the rivers and lakes, they have to take care of it, and the little brother will tell the face of these two thieves, and let me split him into two pieces with a plate axe." After speaking, he glanced at his three brothers proudly, as if he had already split people.

If you talk about these four, they are really famous in Taiyuan Mansion. But when it comes to the ability and means, there is not necessarily anything clever. They often say that they want to break the body into thousands of pieces, but they are just talking. They don't know who their parents' surnames are, but they remember that a master gave them these names and drove to the west.

After hearing the boss Zeng Yingjie's impassioned remarks, Zeng Junjie, the second eldest with a long face and hooked nose, echoed: "Yes, yes, it's like splitting a watermelon." ”

The third brother Zeng Xiaojie said: "Although our brothers are strong in martial arts and have not failed in fighting with others, the younger brother still thinks that the rivers and lakes should convince people with reason" After that, he flipped through the "Tao Te Ching" that he did not leave his hand when he slept and ate, and wanted to find a suitable sentence in it to demonstrate.

The fourth child, Zeng Xiaojie, was afraid that he would fall behind the three elder brothers, but he didn't know what to say, so he opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Well... Well... Well... It is to split them in two. Well... Well... Yes, split it into two pieces, oh no, it will be split into ten thousand pieces. With that, he bent down with great effort and touched the sledgehammers to make sure they were still around, he was short and fat, and everything looked so clumsy and unnatural.

The scholar smiled: "Hahaha, the four heroes must be good, but these two demons wander the rivers and lakes, their whereabouts are difficult to find, and they rarely show their true faces, and no one can describe their accurate appearance, but I heard that they are husband and wife, the man makes the sword, the woman strokes the qin, the sword dances with the qin, the qin rings with the sword, the qin and the sword are one, like a dream, and they specialize in killing people on rainy days, I don't know why?"

Zeng Yingjie said with a twitch of the corners of his mouth: "How can it be so mysterious? Lao Tzu still wants to break his body into thousands of pieces." ”

The old man sitting in the doorway glanced at them with a hint of contempt in his eyes. The old man's lips moved slightly, he blew into the teacup, took a slow sip of tea and said with a slight sneer: "I heard that those two demons specialize in killing martial arts masters, and they just turn a deaf ear to the nameless mouse, and the four heroes will definitely be extraordinary if they can live to this day." "Just drink the tea.

Zeng Sajie thought that the old man really praised their brother and said, "Exactly! Exactly, this old man is right." There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse, and he was about to continue to brag about how good he was when he saw the boss Zeng Yingjie glaring at him, although he didn't know why the boss was glaring at him, but he had always been obedient and had to give up.

Zeng Yingjie felt that the old man also underestimated their brothers, and his heart was on fire, and he slapped the table and shouted: "Old thief! As he spoke, he was about to pick up the axe and chop the old man, but the old man did not move, still drinking the tea slowly, and from time to time spit the tea leaves in his mouth back into the cup, lest the tea leaves become less and less, and the tea water became weaker and weaker, so that the cheapest Maojian tea could not be used to the fullest.

Zeng Yingjie was already blushing, and at this time his face was several times redder than before, if his face was dark red due to the altitude sickness of northerners, then now it is like a ripe persimmon, but with two more round eyes that are open with anger. His huge plate axe and this hideous persimmon face did not seem to threaten the old man. No one stepped forward to dissuade the teahouse hall, because there was nothing to do on a rainy day, and it was a beautiful thing to watch a good show while drinking tea. The handsome young man sitting at the corner window saw that others didn't move, and he didn't move, and he planned to take a look at it when he first arrived in the rivers and lakes.

Zeng Yingjie saw that no one stepped forward to dissuade him and couldn't get off the stage, and saw that although the old man was in rags, he was extraordinary, and his spirit was strong, and his thin figure seemed to reveal an indescribable powerful internal force. The brothers of the Zeng family were timid by nature, and they did not dare to step forward, and it was inconvenient to retreat, so they froze and did not know what to do. His face was still flushed, and if it had been out of anger, it must have been extremely embarrassing at this time.

Zeng Yingjie was ignoring it, when a lightning bolt suddenly crossed the sky, illuminating the crying sky and reflecting the faces of everyone in the teahouse. The wooden door that had been closed was pushed by a strong wind, and slammed on the walls on both sides, and countless huge raindrops poured into the door in the strong wind, and fell on the old man, on the table, and in the teacup. The door of the teahouse was soon damp, and Xiao Er hurriedly ran over to close the door, but saw that there was a young man standing at the door who thought he was wearing the same coat as the lily hat, but he saw him standing quietly in the rain, his head bowed, holding a long sword in his arms, silent and motionless.