Chapter 59: Gathering in Heaven

The raging wind and snow did not stop the arrival of the various sects, and Mo Yuxuan did not appear in the Fortune Inn of Tianyuan until noon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Nowadays, this Fortune Inn has become the foothold with the largest passenger flow in Tianyuan Town.

Mo Yuxuan proudly threw down a piece of gold, and after taking down the inn, he went upstairs, and the guests who drank tea and wine in the inn were all blown away, and the lively inn was empty in the blink of an eye, and the shopkeeper was carefully entertained.

"A jar of thirty-year-old bamboo leaf green, a plate of beef!"

The shopkeeper, who kept his usual smile, took the chicken soup that had just been cooked in his hand and had not yet had time to serve it to the table, so he hurried to the back hall.

I have long been unable to care about the chicken soup sprinkled on the white-washed, clean and tidy clothes, and the oil stains all over the body are shining brightly in the sunlight, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Holding the beef in his hand, he cautiously, his face full of fear was pale and bloodless, and his former shrewdness and ability were completely filled with fear, and he put the plate on the table tremblingly.

With a thud, the plate slammed against the table, making a crisp sound, like the shining and crisp sound of a long knife coming out of its sheath, and it filled his mind in an instant.

His head was covered with a dense layer of sweat, he raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Yuxuan with some horror, and found that he had no expression, so he quickly took off his hand and ran to the back hall, like a child who had done something wrong, for fear of being scolded by adults.

In the past, the inns were crowded, all kinds of people rushed by, because the flow of customers was too large, although the best attitude has been used to serve, but it is inevitable that when the dishes are served, the plates and tables collide to make a crisp sound.

Walking into the inn, you will find that the whole inn is filled with the sound of banging.

A jar of bamboo leaves was in the hands of the shopkeeper, like a hot potato, step by step, shrinking towards Mo Yuxuan's position.

"Hurry up!"

Shocked to drink, the shopkeeper staggered, almost threw the wine in his hand on the ground, his pace sped up slightly, and he put the wine jar on the table.

The palm of the hand slapped towards the mud seal, patted twice, the thin mud seal was still intact, and the sweat stains on the forehead that had not had time to recede were connected into a line, ticking on the mud seal, and after two more strokes, the mud seal was opened.

An intoxicating aroma of wine permeated the entire inn.

"Little Er!"

A slender figure stood at the door, the white fur wrapped her body tightly, the perfect lines were perfectly displayed, the tall figure was very eye-catching, and the cold gaze was like a lightning bolt, looking at the inn.

The shopkeeper, who was shrouded in fear, heard this shout, and in the past, he poured wine while responding loudly, "Come on", with a bright smile on his face.

However, this sound, despite being careful, Xiao Er, who still spilled the wine on the table, suddenly shuddered, and his hands did not obey the command, "Bang Dang", the wine jar fell to the table, and the wine flowed onto Mo Yuxuan's robe as white as snow.

"Get out!" Mo Yuxuan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if a sharp blade had grazed his throat, and the shopkeeper shivered inexplicably, feeling chills all over his body.

The guard beside Mo Yuxuan shouted loudly, so that the shopkeeper who hurriedly took a towel and wanted to wipe it was pardoned, and ran towards the store with a rolling belt.

"This place has been taken over by us, you can go elsewhere!" The cold voice made the ice between heaven and earth drop to an extreme, and the two storms swirled in this small inn, contending.

Mo Yuxuan drank the wine in the glass by himself, as if he didn't see the crowd shouting at the door at all, put down the wine glass, walked straight upstairs, and walked to the staircase, his figure paused, said a word, and then disappeared.

"I don't want it too noisy!"

The cold soldiers were handed over, and the long knife swept through a cold light in the icy weather.

The blazing fires in the inn all released the scorching temperature, and the sultry heat wave swept out, surging out unscrupulously.

Outside, the furious wind and snow were like an angry dragon, fist-sized snowballs were churning and jumping in the storm, and the biting cold was like sharp blades in the air, impacting the scorching heat of the house.

Ice and fire, inside and outside the house, two heavens and earths, one step at a time, two heavens and two heavens.

As other sects poured into the Heavenly Rim one after another, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes occupied this quiet and peaceful town, and the battle between Ziyulou and Jinyulou also came to an end.

More than a dozen corpses were lying at the door of the inn, the red blood stained the ground, the blood-red ice crystals were everywhere, and the cold corpses were covered with thick ice, sticking to the ground, difficult to move, and finally ended in the tragic victory of the Ziyulou, and the Jinyulou was never able to enter the Fuyun Inn.

Small-scale battles are happening one after another, and on the happy land of Tianyuan, killing is performed almost every day, every household is closed, and the noisy street market in the past has fallen into a unique loneliness.

The friction between Ziyulou and Jinyulou was even more constant, and each time it was after paying more than a dozen casualties before it ended hastily.

For a few days, it seems that several major sects seem to have a tacit understanding, and they have stopped fighting for a while, and Tianyuan has not been stained with blood again.

However, such peace and tranquility are too much.

It's just the storm coming, the calm of the night before.

Zhao Haochen sat obliquely on the windowsill of the Tianyuan Inn, looking up at the sunny sky, and was distracted for a while.

Tianyuan is once again caught in the storm of rivers and lakes, and the bloody whirlpool is eating away at this beautiful town little by little.

There was a look of pain on Junxiu's face, huge memories enveloped him, and the bits and pieces of the past were like a clear spring, washing his noisy and impetuous soul.

In this small inn, he felt the friendship of his hometown, and the shopkeeper who regarded wealth as his life was more like his relatives, taking care of him in a unique way. The small workers who frolic and joke on weekdays are like brothers in that sacred place in their hearts.

The soul penetrates the other world, the unsolvable lovesickness, and the endless nostalgia, like a dormant giant beast, roaring in his heart from time to time.

Tianyuan, this occasional gathering place, has invisibly become a place for him to express his thoughts and unravel his lovesickness, and this town is full of too much nostalgia for him.

Tianyuan has become the focus of this turbulent rivers and lakes, killing fills the entire town, and the quiet years pass quietly.

Zhao Haochen's gentle eyes suddenly surged with anger, and there was a faint pain in his heart, he didn't allow the turbulent rivers and lakes to compete here, this was his home.

Sharp eyes look into the distance......