Clean stone streets, simple houses, and kind people...... It's an ordinary town. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sunshine in the spring shines on the only long street in this town, the green cloth signboard of the only liquor shop on this street, and the three words "Taibaiju" on this dilapidated liquor.

It's still early today, and there's no business in the tavern, and the bartender with a crooked hat is napping on the table, yes, there's a guest sitting at the table over there.

But he didn't bother to greet such a guest, and for two or three days, this guest came to drink every day, but except for the cheapest wine, he didn't even call a penny of food.

The guest was so poor that he wore out the straw soles of his feet, and now he put his feet on the table, so that the soles of his shoes were exposed.

But he didn't care, he leaned against the wall, stilted, squinted, and sat in the corner of the small hotel, like a sleeping tiger.

The sunlight shone obliquely from the outside, shining directly on his two thick eyebrows, on his angular cheekbones, and on his miserable beard.

He frowned, shielded his eyes with a large, bony hand, and fell asleep with the other iron sword, whose handle was rusting and rotting.

At this time, it was only after noon, and in the quiet town, three healthy horses suddenly galloped by, freshly dressed and angry, and the horses were like dragons, and everyone on the side of the street looked sideways, and in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of the wine shop.

There were three people, one man and two women, the man was wearing a pure white satin robe, and the two women were wearing a wide-sleeved Liuxian Palace. Although the white veil on the hat above the head of the three of them covered the faces of the three of them, it still couldn't hide the demeanor between the three of them.

Such three people, just by looking at it, they know that it is a big deal and a big customer. The bartender seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar from the scorching heat, and in an instant, he had already bounced up, ran to the three of them in a hurry, nodded and said, "Three masters, what do you want to use?" The small shop has Guanwai Fenjiu that has been treasured for 20 years, I don't know if the three masters want to taste it?"

At this time, the unusual bartender illustrates a problem, many people do not work hard, but only want to use their efforts where they can be rewarded.

The man of the three threw a small gold leaf from his sleeve and said, "Look at the table! The rest is yours!"

As soon as he received the gold leaf, he felt the heavy texture and some flexible touch, and the bartender was already sure in his heart that it was full of real gold and full of customers.

With a twelve-point smile, the group of three was led to a large table by the window, and the bartender then exerted his strength to wipe the table and the chair next to it to the cleanest day of his life.

Then the bartender carefully brought up a small jar of earthy wine, and said to the three people: "This is the Guanwai Fenjiu that the small shop has treasured for 20 years.

"What's so good about this wine, except that it is spicy, or is it spicy?"

It was the man of the three who spoke, and it was evident that whether it was twenty years, two years, or two hundred years of fine wine, in his eyes, it was the same thing. It's spicy and hard to drink.

"Only when you think of the taste of the rivers and lakes can you think of the taste of this wine, and when the time comes, I am afraid that if you don't teach you to drink, you won't want to!"

The voice as smart as a yellow warbler came slowly, and as she spoke, she stretched out a white jade flawless hand and gently poured two glasses of wine from the wine jar, one for herself, and one for the other woman.

With a "whew" of the north wind infused business, the door of the liquor store was pushed open again.

Fresh clothes, iron blue face, a long sword slanted behind his shoulder, but a pair of eyes like unsheathed swords, staring at the hearts of everyone in the wine shop.

His steps were steady, but he walked very fast, stopped in the middle of the wine shop, and suddenly asked, "Where are the people?"

"Coming, coming......"

A long, loud cry came, and when the sword-like man turned his head, he saw the bartender running over.

The bartender's gaze swept over the long sword behind the other party's back and the grim look on his face, and then lowered his demeanor and said, "This hero, I don't know what you want to use?"

"The best wine, the best food, be fast!"

This swordsman is not a person who likes to talk a lot, and speaking will waste energy, and for a swordsman, strength is used to kill.

He chose a place in the corner that was not airy or spacious, but at a glance it was a panoramic view of the entire wine shop. It can be seen that he is a cautious person, which is really a good habit.

"This hero, your wine, use it slowly!"

The bartender placed a jar of wine with the same earthy smell in front of the man, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and then the whole person was grabbed by the neck from behind and rose into the air.

"I said, ask for the best wine, don't you hear?"

"Well, that's the best ......," the bartender's argument was only met with a sneer.

"If you don't see the coffin, you don't cry, so why is the wine on that table better than mine?"

"Big, hero, it's not a small intention, it's really too late for you!"

"It's too late, it's ......"

Just when the swordsman wanted to increase his strength, the original poor man in the wine shop rubbed the rusty sword with the corner of his clothes, wiped it twice, took a sip of wine, and suddenly laughed out loud at this moment, and said with a smile: "A swordsman wants to show his majesty in front of the bartender, respectable, respectable!"

When the swordsman heard this, he threw the bartender out, and regardless of the bartender who was so frightened that he crawled away, he sneered and smiled coldly: "I am Qualcomm, a sword pierces the heart of Qualcomm." ”

Qualcomm didn't debut for a long time, but there were no less than dozens of black and white characters who died in his hands. Although there are no particularly famous masters here, the cause of death of each corpse is enough to convince Qualcomm that his reputation is enough to scare the other party into kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Judging by the way you look, you must be going to challenge a more powerful swordsman?"

"How do you know?"

"If I didn't know what it was, why would I have come all the way to wait here. ”

"Wait here, what are you waiting for me for?"

"Sell swords!"

"What sword?"

"A sword that blows off its hair and sharpens iron like clay!"

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

"Where's the sword?"

"Here!"

The poor man pointed to the iron sword on his waist that had been rusting for a long time and could no longer be rusted, and said proudly.

Qualcomm's face suddenly became ugly, and he said word by word: "Do you know that sometimes joking can kill people?"

"If you don't believe me, give it a try!"

"Good!" (To be continued.) )