Yun Xi frowned, and said in a low voice: "Why is this person's mouth so vulgar?"

Zhen'er said: "In the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, there are mostly reckless men, these words are good, ten times more difficult than this, I have also heard them." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

While the two were talking, the shopkeeper went out early. But the scenery in front of him really startled him.

But I saw more than a dozen horses stopped in front of the inn, and the horses were snorting and neighing. The leader was a fat monk, with a bare head and eyes full of fierce light. Be around forty years old.

The passenger behind him was dressed in green clothes, holding a bright torch in his hand, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a big "sword" word embroidered on his chest. The word "sword" is pure white, and there are two short swords embroidered under the word.

The shopkeeper saw that the people were loud, and he didn't dare to offend, so he bowed down and said, "A few masters, please inside, please inside!"

The fat monk touched his bald head, jumped up, and fell to the ground steadily, saying, "Quickly feed the horse, prepare wine and meat, and starve Lao Tzu to death." When he spoke, everyone knew that he was the man with the duck voice.

The shopkeeper thought to himself: "This person is obviously a monk, but he is vulgar and vulgar, and he still drinks wine and eats meat, is he a flower monk?"

The ancients had a saying: "South Boat and North Horse", there are many waterways in the land of Chutian, and the travel is all swimming and rowing, but there is little forage in the inn. There were more than a dozen good horses in this moment, how could there be so much forage?

The shopkeeper saw that everyone flocked into the inn and sat down, and said with a smile: "A few masters, there is no forage in the small shop, and you have to order someone to buy it...... I'm just afraid of ......" and "hehe" laughed dryly.

The fat monk glanced at him and said, "Grandma, there's a lot of fucking shit." As he spoke, he took out a large ingot of silver and asked, "Is that enough?"

When the shopkeeper saw him holding out fifty taels of silver in one hand, his heart trembled, and he waved his hand and said, "Either way, or not." ”

The fat monk stood up abruptly and shouted, "You can't do it without money, and you say you can't give it to you, do you want it or not?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but take a step back, not knowing how to answer. At this moment, I only heard a voice from outside the door: "Monk Hua, what a big temper, what is the scary thing to do for no reason?" The voice was both light and thin, without any inhibition and frustration, after saying a word, the white shadow at the door flashed, but I saw a middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan, and walked in slowly.

But when he saw that the person who came was dressed in white, his air was magnificent, he was about thirty-eight or nineteen years old, and he was smiling and groaning on his face.

As soon as the dozen or so men in Tsing Yi saw the comer, they stood up, stood with their hands down, and said, "Greetings to Mr. Huangfu here, I wish you a safe and healthy old man and a long life!"

The scribe took the folding fan with a "poof", and he didn't know how to move, the fan in his hand had been inserted back into his waist, he grabbed the palm of his hand forward, and was grabbing the fifty taels of silver in the fat monk's hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Give it to me!"

The fat monk raised his wrist, and the silver flew up from his hand and was thrown into the air. The white-clothed scribe said "hey", and the two figures jumped into the air, and everyone could only hear a chaotic sound of "crackling", and then the white-clothed scribe shouted: "What a 'flower monk' uprooting the weeping willows'!"

The fat monk then shouted: "The overlord of Chu is lifting a thousand catties!" The diners in the audience couldn't see who was who in the two of them, but seeing that the two of them were fighting so wonderfully, the heart of good things rose, and they all applauded together.

There were two more sounds of "Peng" and "Peng", and the wind was loud on all sides, and then "Hey" and "Hey" sounded, and the two figures scattered to both sides and landed flat on the two tables. The middle-aged scribe's body spun around the table twice, standing on one foot, and his left hand stretched forward, which was the fifty taels of silver from before.

He raised his hand and said, "Here you go!" He threw it at the shopkeeper, and said, "Feed the horses and prepare twenty taels of silver, and prepare thirty rooms, and you must have twenty upper rooms, thirty taels, a total of fifty taels of silver, is that enough?"

The shopkeeper's horizontal hand grabbed it, for fear that it would fly out raw, but as soon as he heard that "there are twenty upper rooms", his heart was shocked, and his face showed embarrassment, and he said, "This ...... Located in the countryside, there are only twenty-five upper rooms in the small shop, and at this time eight or nine out of ten are full, and only six are left, where can we vacate twenty upper rooms?"

A guy on the side rushed to say: "Exactly, the small shop is secluded, and it can't accommodate you, so you should go to another ......" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a miserable cry of "ah", and blood was splashed everywhere, and he was already in a different place.

The one who shot was the fat monk. He just lost his mind, and was robbed by the white-clothed scribe and snatched the silver in his hand. He knew that although the other party was not really fighting with him, but after all, he was displeased, and when he saw that guy was poor, he took all his anger out on him.

Everyone expected that the arrival person would be so vicious, and for a moment the two trembled, and even worse, they rushed out of the door first.

The white-clothed scribe turned a deaf ear, still with a spring breeze on his face, and said: "Since there are people living here, won't you drive them out? This place is the closest to the Yellow Crane Tower, we will definitely not leave tonight, you have accepted my money, this little thing can't be done, how can this inn be opened? Roll up the quilt and go back to the countryside to farm while it's early!"

When the shopkeeper saw that the man spoke inappropriately, he immediately turned his head in a different place, and he was already frightened, and he heard the threatening air in his mouth, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The white-clothed scribe looked up at him and said, "As long as you nod your head, the matter of driving people away will be left to me." ”

Where has the shopkeeper seen such a style in his life, he hurriedly wiped the dense beads of sweat on his head and nodded.

The middle-aged scribe raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone is good, if you know each other, leave quickly, the sword will not have long eyes, so as not to hurt you!"

The diners in the restaurant were so frightened by the death of their buddy that they dared not to obey? For a while, only the white-clothed scribes, fat monks and a group of Tsing Yi people were left in the inn.

The white-clothed scribe ordered him to go down again, and told the shopkeeper to clean up the inn and serve it with wine and food. The shopkeeper didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and brought up the extremely precious aged Baiyunbian in the store. At this moment, life is important, why do you care about silver?

The white-clothed scribe was still smiling, his body was lifted in the air, and he landed on the second floor, and said loudly: "Friends, our Qilu Sword Sect came to Wuchang City this time, but we have important things to do, please vacate your residence, someone is grateful, otherwise it will ......."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard two "giggles" from a distance, and then heard a person shouting, "The Merry Boy has arrived!"

Startled, he hurriedly jumped downstairs and looked out the door.