The cold wind is biting, and the weather in Jiangzhou City is cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's weird and cold and people don't want to go out. It's strange to say that Jiangzhou City, which was calm in previous years, is frequently blamed this year.

If you don't talk about it, you will talk about today.

The originally bustling streets have become sparsely populated due to the weather, which is normal, after all, it is human nature to be afraid of the cold. It's no wonder that because of this strange weather, people in the city are going out.

However, in recent days, more and more outsiders have flocked to Jiangzhou City, and the momentum is better than in previous years. The major inns in the city are full of these people!

Some people even live in the kiln, a few days ago it was still deserted, but today it is brightly lit, and the night is shengxiao!

Such a huge change made the small shopkeepers in Jiangzhou City feel deeply inexplicable. The sudden drop in temperature made Jiangzhou City, which should have entered the peak business season, usher in its cold winter.

The shops in the city are going to have a slim year this year! I don't want the governor to have an assassin and a general died, and the business in the city will change drastically.

Behind the scenes, these shopkeepers all spread that this general was a disaster star, and the luck of Jiangzhou was overcome, and the assassins had to restore the luck of Jiangzhou City in addition to this disaster star.

It was even rumored that the dead general was transformed by demons, saying that the frozen Jiangzhou was a ghost made by the monster general, in order to devour the luck of Jiangzhou City. And the assassin was descended from the heavens, and in order to save the common people, he killed the general and saved the people from fire and water.

People are terrible, and ordinary people usually like to see the world with their own cognition. And this incident is indeed very coincidental, so after coming and going, Lu Qi, who killed Wang Xiao, was made a god by these shops, enshrined in his own shrine, and made a cameo appearance as the God of Wealth.

Early in the morning, the outsiders who had been partying all night in Goolan last night had not yet woken up.

In the inn, the shopkeeper was wearing a thick jacket and wiping the table with a rag weakly. At night, in order to open the door for the late guests, he did not sleep well all night.

The shopkeeper at the counter didn't say anything when he saw it, in fact, the shopkeeper himself was tired enough.

People are like this, when the business is bad, they complain that there are no customers, and when the business is good, they complain that there are too many people, and they are tired and panicked. There is never a suitable situation.

Lying on the counter, the shopkeeper yawned and slowly knocked on the abacus. The accounts on the table are counted and calculated, and these days they are all high-rollers. Eat meat, drink wine in a big bowl, and be happy and have a little reward.

Therefore, this income is a bit complicated, and it is really difficult to calculate with the old shopkeeper's mathematics of less than the first grade. You don't have to get up every morning to work overtime.

"Alas, God, you want the life of the little old man!"

At this moment, there was a sound of tapping downstairs from the inn. A man dressed as a scribe with a crane-haired face walked down, holding a long banner with the words "Iron Mouth Straight Break" written on it. It should be a fortune teller like this.

Seeing the man go downstairs, the shopkeeper at the counter immediately came to his senses and said eagerly:

"Mr. Wu, it's out so early today!"

Mr. Wu smiled, "Shopkeeper Cao is polite, what is not Mr. Cao, I am a storyteller!"

As he spoke, Mr. Wu had already gone down to the first floor. I found a table in the corner and sat down, and casually leaned the banner with the iron mouth written on it to the side.

"Shopkeeper Cao, the old rules, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, more vinegar and less spicy and no green onions!"

"Okay, Xiao Er, go to the back kitchen and ask Mr. Wu for a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

After the branch left the shopkeeper, the yellow-toothed shopkeeper Cao took small steps, eagerly ran to Mr. Wu's table, and said cordially:

"Mr. Wu, was you comfortable last night?"

Mr. Wu has a smile on his face, and his eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts. "Silk quilt cotton pillow, how can it be uncomfortable. However, today's hexagram already has the master, but it can't be tested by the shopkeeper. ”

When Shopkeeper Cao heard this, his eyes were full of disappointment, as if his father had died. But he didn't give up.

"Mr. Wu, there is not even a ghost shadow so early, how can you have a master in this hexagram?"

Mr. Wu was still smiling and patiently explained: "There was a golden magpie crying at night last night, and I knew that there would be a noble person coming from afar this morning, so I got up early and wanted to see him." Today's hexagram is naturally a gift for Sure enough!"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper Cao's face darkened, and he scolded in his heart, "You are a dead fortune teller, if you don't have an accident, can you use this kind of little trick to deceive me!

Of course, although Shopkeeper Cao thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say so. The people who come and go these days are all people from the rivers and lakes, and this Mr. Wu can tell fortunes and tell stories among these people, and he can live for so long, at least he has two brushes.

Therefore, Shopkeeper Cao didn't say anything more, just smiled wryly and walked back to the counter. With a look of disapproval, he said:

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, another day, another day!"

Mr. Wu still had that smiling face, staring at the shopkeeper Cao with a smile, and said word by word: "Shopkeeper Cao can think like this, Wu is also a magic stick, just abducted and deceived!"

Shopkeeper Cao was scared into a sweat when he heard this, and he only thought that Mr. Wu knew his heart. Buried in the ledger, not daring to do anything else.

In a moment, the shopkeeper brought a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles from the back kitchen and put it in front of Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu no longer cared about him, and solved this bowl of Yangchun noodles by dividing it by two. Then he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and looked up at the sky outside the window. muttered to himself:

"The timing was just right. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the inn was pushed open from the outside, and a fierce and biting cold wind swept into the house.

At the gate, a man dressed in a purple power suit, carrying a black giant hammer that was much more than his height and a half height that did not match his proportions at all, walked in.

The man looked stiff, his face looked like he was dead, and he sat on the table by the door with a dead face and a giant hammer.

"Xiao Er, a jar of soju, two catties of beef!" The man's voice was strange, low and hoarse, but it revealed a yin aura, which made people very uncomfortable to listen to. He gently placed the giant hammer on his shoulder on the ground, and several deep cracks were immediately left on the floor.

Just look at this hand, the weight of this giant hammer is at least more than 1,000 catties, and the hammer shaft is as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Xiao Er is also a clever person, and when he saw this, he immediately ran into the back kitchen. When he brought the wine and meat up, he threw the silver ingots on the dead man's face, and then ate it to himself.

Just then, a sound came from the corner.

"Friend, don't you mind if I have a drink with you?"

The dead man's face snorted coldly, and he threw it out of the corner of the giant hammer that was placed on the ground with one hand!

If you don't agree with each other, you will swing the hammer at each other!

Airplanes!

The black giant hammer flew towards the corner with terrifying force! The giant hammer tore through the air, and it was about to smash in front of Mr. Wu in the next second.

At that moment, a hand reached out and gently caught the giant hammer. It was as if he was holding a giant hammer made of paper in his hand, and he placed it effortlessly on the ground.

"It is rumored that the Tantai family in the land of Western Chu is domineering in practicing secret arts, which is comparable to the five major horizontal exercises in the world. If you can take out the Shattering Heaven Hammer, you must be a Tai Zheng!" )