Life is a practice.

Li Wenshuo was deeply touched, the fifteen-pound iron sword looked really good, but hanging on his waist almost made Li Wenshuo's pants fall off, so he had no choice but to carry the iron sword diagonally on his back.

"Lao Huang, I didn't see that you also opened a tavern. ”

Lao Huang looked at Li Wenshuo beside him, holding a butter paper umbrella and said slowly: "I opened it, mainly because Taixuanlou wanted to set up a stronghold in Nanjun, I happened to have a little spare money on hand, so I opened a tavern there, but in the end, it seemed that some news was leaked or something, everyone seemed to think that it was opened by Taixuanlou, but I think since it was my money, the tavern is always mine." ”

Li Wenshuo nodded and said that it should be.

Nanjun, in the Taixuan Building.

Although the building was still overcrowded, it was not noisy, Yang San lay on the fence on the side with nothing to do, looking at the busy shopkeeper and the running hall, holding a pot of wine in his hand, and squinted comfortably.

Mr. Cao was not there, so he called him over to take care of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Of course, Yang San is not his name, the day he became an assassin, he never mentioned his name again, only a code name, as an assassin, the importance of assassination skills is obviously more than his own strength, but he still has the strength of Xianfeng Dacheng, so he was fortunate to meet Mr. Cao.

Count on your fingers, Mr. Cao is about to return, and he should return to the endless life of an assassin.

Recall that it is really comfortable to be an idle shopkeeper in the middle of the downtown here, and sometimes I really don't want to leave, but I want to go back after all, thinking of this, my body unconsciously stretched, and in an instant, there was a cold murderous aura that diffused out.

Suddenly, a few guests around moved their hands to the weapons on their waists, Yang San noticed this, but there was no reaction, he laughed mockingly, and poured another sip of wine, the two people under the window on the left were the brocade guards of the imperial court, and the people on the table next to him were spies of the five major sects, and the one at the top of the stairs with a scimitar pinned to his waist did not know what sect it was, they were all first-class masters, but they were not masters.

Mr. Cao's rules, even he can't act easily in this inn, and those who violate this rule are dead.

But as long as he got out of this door, it only took one night, and he was confident that no one would be able to escape from his hands.

Li Wenshuo went back to the mountains to cultivate, so he didn't have much rest along the way, and he drove the old yellow horse non-stop, which was not very far away, so the two of them came to this small county town in Nanjun in just two days.

Li Wenshuo looked at the three-story building in front of him, with the three big characters of Drunken Immortal Pavilion on the book of Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing on it, and it was specially opened in the center of the city, looking at Lao Huang with a strange face, and said, "Lao Huang, is this really what you opened?"

It was noon, the sky was a little dark, I couldn't see the sun, a cool breeze was whining, Lao Huang stood quietly on the street, holding a butter paper umbrella, strange or weird, except for Li Wenshuo, no one seemed to notice him standing here on the whole street, even when he just entered the city, the city guard who asked almost forgot to ask him, Li Wenshuo once asked Lao Huang what kind of ability he was, he could hide his breath so that ordinary people couldn't notice him.

Lao Huang replied at the time that this is not any kung fu, he has been like this since he was a child, he was hungry when he was a child, and he couldn't get anything when he went out to beg, and others didn't seem to see him, maybe his sense of existence was relatively low, thinking of this, Lao Huang's mood was inexplicably a little low.

Li Wenshuo didn't pay attention to this, looked at the restaurant, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked, "Didn't you say that you only have a little money on hand? ”

Lao Huang thought for a while and said calmly: "Three thousand taels of silver is not too much, I will take an order at least ten thousand taels of silver." ”

Li Wenshuo's eyes glared at the boss, pointing at Lao Huang for a long time without speaking, and finally walked into the tavern angrily, and said in his heart that you are a master of the Xuanche Realm, you are powerful, and now you have to drink all your wine in your restaurant!

"Xiao Er, bring me all the best wine in the store!"

Hearing this, almost all the guests looked over, there is an unwritten rule in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion that you are not allowed to shout loudly, because Mr. Cao likes to be quiet when he plays the erhu.

No one dares not to comply.

for they that do not obey die.

Yang San frowned, and said in his heart Although Mr. Cao is not here today, it is not a reason for anyone to be wild in this Drunken Immortal Pavilion, if it really makes people break the rules here, wouldn't it be blamed on their own heads, where will their face go?

Li Wenshuo frowned, glanced around, and shouted, "Hey, come and greet the guests, how do you do business." ”

Yang San snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Yo, what kind of wine does this guest want?

Seeing that someone finally answered, Li Wenshuo didn't care that the other party's tone was a little strange, and said in his heart After all, it was a store opened by his own brother, so what could be the problem, but this guy obviously wouldn't be able to attract customers, he was too lazy, he had to change it, otherwise it would not be good to affect the business of the store. Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo slapped his thigh, and said in his heart What do you care, people can open an inn with a little spare money, and they are here to eat white food today!

"Come to two jars at the same time, and take it away if you can't finish it! Lao Tzu wants to have a good meal in this store today!"

Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo smiled and found a place to sit down, and said in his heart that he must bring more good wine when he goes back this time, the wine in the mountains is occupied by the old man, and he is not allowed to touch it.

At this time, a young man holding a butter paper umbrella walked in, although it was strange, but it was not as noticeable as Li Wenshuo, the people who came to drink in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion were very strange, and a normal person like Li Wenshuo was the most abnormal.

Lao Huang looked around, felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he didn't care very much, so he sat next to Li Wenshuo so casually, changed the butter paper umbrella to his left hand and held it, and said softly: "Don't just drink, order two more side dishes." ”

"How can two be enough, Xiao Er, bring me all the delicious food and drink in the store!"

The shopkeeper didn't move, and looked up at Yang San who was lying on the handrail of the stairs.

Yang San sneered, looking at Li Wenshuo and Lao Huang downstairs, in his eyes, these were already two dead people.

Mr. Cao didn't hesitate to kill people when he pulled the erhu, am I, Yang San, afraid?

With a cold snort, he jumped down from the second floor, and pounced on Li Wenshuo and Lao Huang like a goshawk, Yang San had a cruel smile on his face, as if he had smelled the smell of blood.

Lao Huang was a little puzzled, his brows furrowed slightly, and the butter paper umbrella in his hand was gently raised a few inches.

Yang San looked at the yellow paper umbrella that was suddenly blocking in front of him, sneered, and smashed it with a punch, and the cold fist wind could be felt from afar, and the person who was pressed was out of breath.

Looking at this scene, the surrounding guests all had their pupils shrinking, especially those spies who were sent to collect intelligence, although they had long known that this Yang San was not simple, but they didn't expect that Mr. Cao would be so domineering when he came to the store after leaving. Xindao These two outsiders who don't know the importance of the matter are afraid that they are going to lose their lives, although they regret it, but no one is willing to help, and some people have bloodthirsty eyes and a trace of expectation in their hearts.

The fist hit the butter-paper umbrella without making a sound.

Lao Huang picked up the teacup on the table with his right hand, looked at the scattered broken tea leaves in the cup, and frowned.

Li Wenshuo looked up at the slightly concave umbrella with interest, and said in his heart that this butter paper umbrella does not seem to be good-looking, but it is really a treasure, and he turned around and asked Lao Huang where he came from, but he was not worried at all.