Zhonggu Restaurant,

"Tread, step, step, step. "A fast horse galloped past, leaving a flurry of dust on the loess road in front of the restaurant, fortunately there were no pedestrians on the road at this hour, and this horse galloped in the city without anyone to care, which is a strange thing in this peaceful and prosperous world.

Above the restaurant, a middle-aged man in a dark robe looked at the smoke and dust in the distance, and his brows furrowed. But he didn't say anything, just shook his head. He knew what this fast horse was going to do, and in the past few days, a dozen mice, a few flower cats, and two people had been trampled to death by the fast horse on this road!

"I've heard about the martial arts competition in Helan Mountain, but it's a pity that if I was twenty years younger, I would definitely go and join in the fun. Behind the middle-aged man, next to a table leaning against the stairs, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties slapped the table, and then poured the wine from the cup into his mouth.

"Hmph, you are a waste, and you are also worthy of participating in Miss Situ's martial arts competition?" A young man's voice was like a bayonet cutting through the fig leaf that the middle-aged man had originally used to cover up, leaving him not even a slight.

"Who do you say is a waste, report your name, grandpa, I will teach you to be a man. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with coldness, and his fingers moved slightly, there was no weapon at his waist, but his fingers were touching the belt.

"The sky is full of Mo family, don't say anything. What are you going to do?" the young man's voice was a little haughty, and he rushed upstairs with the sound of footsteps, the young man's footsteps were not heavy, and he only made a slight sound when he came into contact with the stairs. Originally, when he spoke, this fixed voice would never have been heard, for his voice was much louder than the sound of his footsteps. But the strange thing is that everyone heard his footsteps, and it was clear.

With the sound of the young man's footsteps, everyone upstairs looked at the middle-aged man, and they didn't know if it was because he drank alcohol or because he was angry with the young man, the middle-aged man's face was abnormally red. A young man sitting in front of the middle-aged man reached out and pressed it on his arm. Almost instantly, the middle-aged man's face turned sallow, as if the blood color just now was just an illusion, and his fingers, which had been trembling, became stable again.

"This friend, please stay in Germany. The young man turned his head to look at the top of the staircase, where a young man dressed in white satin came up, and he wore a pair of brocade boots on his feet, the tip of which was not of ordinary style, but had a distinct protrusion.

"Friend, who's your friend? The young man snorted slightly, as if with some disdain, for the young man who spoke was dressed in a pale blue cloth, not silk and satin.

The young man did not get angry when he heard this, but just shook his head and stopped talking. The disdain in the young man's eyes intensified when he saw the young man's appearance.

"Dad, why did you come to such a place, go back with the child quickly, the child has prepared a fast horse, and when Daddy has eaten with the child, you can go there overnight."

To everyone's surprise, the arrogant young man saluted the middle-aged man standing by the window, and then said the above sentence.

"Friend, the puppy is ignorant, and I hope that my friend will not be surprised. The middle-aged man ignored his son, and instead said to the middle-aged man sitting next to the stairs. Although the boy was a little depressed that he was called a puppy, it was his father who said this, what could he do.

"You have some knowledge, unlike your son, who has some ability to lift which of his tails to the sky. The middle-aged man did not have the slightest expression of disdain, but accepted it calmly.

"You. The young man was just about to say something, but the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop him directly, and asked cautiously at the middle-aged man, "My friend's surname is Qing?"

"Friends don't dare, how can we Chinese cooperate with you big people to be friends, but I can't change my name or change my surname, my surname is Qing. You don't have to guess, I'm Aoba Bamboo. The middle-aged man did not deny it, picked up the flask on the table, poured a glass of wine into his glass, and poured it down.

As soon as the middle-aged man reported his name, the entire upstairs people instantly crowded downstairs, and the restaurant, which was still quite lively, suddenly became empty, and the owner of the restaurant downstairs could be heard shouting for those who went downstairs to settle the bill.

"This time, the puppy is at fault, and the friend's choice of this meal is considered to be on Mo someone, and it is regarded as reparation. The middle-aged man clasped his hands into fists, saluted the middle-aged man, and then pulled the young man down the stairs quickly. The middle-aged man had moved his fingers slightly when they passed by him, but the young man opposite him raised his eyebrows, making the middle-aged man's already raised fingers fall again.

Outside the restaurant, the middle-aged man looked at the restaurant as if he was afraid of something, and looked at the restaurant with the fear in his eyes, and said to his son: "You brute, don't offend people indiscriminately when Lao Tzu tells you to come out, do you know if that person makes a move just now, none of us will survive." ”

"Father, although the soft red letter on the waist is powerful, but our Mo family's shadowless wind under the sleeves is not a play, why should my father be so afraid? The young man was obviously a little unconvinced, he knew about Aoba Bamboo, the soft red letter on his waist, and the shadowless wind at the bottom of his sleeves had always been the same as the world, and the young man didn't understand why his father had lost his face in vain.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "If there is only one bamboo leaf, of course my father and I are not afraid." But you're ignoring someone. You think I'm apologizing to that snake? I'm apologizing to that person. ”

The muscles on the young man's face moved slightly, and he seemed a little surprised, but when he thought about it, it seemed that there were four people present at the time, could it be.

"Father, that's just an inferior person in a cloth robe, a person who can't even afford to wear silk and doesn't dare to wear it, why is my father so jealous?" the young man pondered for a while, but still asked.

The middle-aged man sighed slightly and said, "My father doesn't know that person, but I know that the snake is respectful to him and doesn't dare to disobey him in the slightest." If it were that young man, you would have died under the soft red letter of the snake's waist when you went upstairs. ”

Although I haven't seen it, my father has already guessed who that person is. The middle-aged man said with a disbelieving expression when he saw his son.

The boy asked, "Who is it?"

The middle-aged man spit out four words: "Who is in the world." ”

The young man's face changed suddenly, and he said, "Bu Zhijun?"