The capital turned upside down because of Yan Qing's tea.

And Yan Qingcha and Tao Beisheng were happily walking on the way home.

Yan Qingcha is a princess from the palace, and eating and drinking is naturally not comparable to others.

Whenever I go to a restaurant, I order a meal from the table.

But fortunately, Her Royal Highness the princess had some foresight and brought enough gold and silver, otherwise with Tao Beisheng's two-sleeved breeze, they would all have to be chased and beaten by the shopkeeper.

An old man sixty miles away at the table next to them glanced at Yan Qingcha, then at the food on the table, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again, and said, "Young people nowadays, they really don't know how to cherish it more and more......

Hearing the old man's words, Yan Qingcha was slightly dissatisfied and turned her head to look at him.

Don't look at the old man's age, but he is full of energy, full of complexion, and his face is full of red light. In front of him was a plate of peanuts and a pot of sake.

When Yan Qingcha was looking at the old man, he saw him looking at him......

Yan Qingcha was a little dissatisfied, and just as she wanted to speak, Tao Beisheng on the side stopped her, and then nodded politely at the old man, waved his hand and said: "Old man, the two of us can't eat so much, if you don't mind, it's better to move over together." ”

His politeness surprised the old man a little, and he looked at Tao Beisheng again, as if he was considering whether to accept his invitation.

At this moment, the curtain at the door of the tavern was raised, and three men walked in from the outside.

The three men were all dressed in ordinary long coats, but as they entered, Tao Beisheng and the old man's brows furrowed together.

Even if it was Yan Qingcha, he could feel a compelling momentum rushing towards him.

Master......

This is Yan Qingcha's first feeling.

Subconsciously raised his head and swept over the faces of several people.

As long as it is a real martial artist, the momentum on his body cannot be hidden.

The martial artist's momentum is a mysterious thing, but it is a real thing.

This kind of momentum, some of the human temperament is dusty, some seem domineering, and some are fairy.

Of course, this momentum can also be practiced in other ways, such as reading more, reading more, and self-cultivation.

The fairy spirit is actually the easiest to practice, and some scholars can bring out this feeling as long as they have enough self-cultivation.

Chu Yujia's temperament is the third type, and Tao Beisheng is the first.

So when Yan Qingcha was looking at Chu Yujia, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a master, but like a rich boy.

On the contrary, when he looked at Tao Beisheng, he concluded at a glance that he was a master.

And these three people all have a fierce anger on their bodies, and they don't need to speak, giving people a feeling that no one should enter.

Originally, the old man was still thinking about whether to go over to eat with Tao Beisheng and them, but as the three men walked into the tavern, he immediately dispelled his thoughts, sat upright on the chair, quietly picked up the wine cup, and drank the wine slowly.

When the three men entered, their eyes were like lightning, and they scanned the people in the tavern.

When their eyes fell on the old man, the eyes of the three of them lit up together.

Then the three of them glanced at each other, and then walked over to the old man in unison.

The three of them walked up to the old man's table step by step, and sat down on the other three sides of the table.

The guy from the tavern ran up happily and asked with a smile, "Three guest officers, what are you going to order?"

Who would have thought that these three people didn't look at him at all.

One of them directly scolded coldly: "Get out!"

The guy was inexplicably scolded by him, stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses, pointed at the scolding man, and said angrily: "You ......"

Syllable!

Before the man could speak, the big man slapped a wooden card on the table.

The man looked down and saw a big character clearly engraved on the wooden sign, dragon.

After seeing it, the guy's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy Dragon Pavilion......"

Holy Dragon Pavilion, the first sect of the former Shu.

The force covers almost the entire former Shu.

The generals from all over the former Shu are more or less related to this sect, even if they are directly responsible for protecting the safety of the King of Shu in the palace of the former Shu King, most of them are from the Holy Dragon Pavilion.

Therefore, the Holy Dragon Pavilion can be called the Praetorian Guard among the Praetorian Guards around the King of Shu, and the cronies among the cronies.

The master of the Holy Dragon Pavilion was also named the national teacher by the King of Shu, although he did not have a serious grade, but he did not need to serve any minister, and the ministers who held great power in the former Shu royal court were also afraid of the Lord of the Holy Dragon Pavilion.

This has already arrived in the border area of Qianshu, but the people who can see the Holy Dragon Pavilion can imagine the impact on the shop guys and customers.

The guy was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Big ...... Uncle...... You're ......"

"Get out of the ......"

The other party still said coldly.

At this time, the drinkers in the store dared not stop, so they took out their silver coins and slowly put them on the table, and then carefully stood up.

They were really afraid, really scared to make a little noise, to alarm these people, to make these people go on a killing spree.

When they arrived at the door of the tavern, they threw off their legs and slipped away like ghosts.

The tavern that was still lively just now, just at this moment, the people have already left, and only the old man and the three big men sitting at the same table with him are left in the tavern, as well as Yan Qingcha and Tao Beisheng.

"The Holy Dragon Pavilion really misses me. ”

The old man put down the wine cup, raised his eyes and glanced at a few people, and said, "But you seem to have disturbed me drinking......

"Elder Chen, we don't want to either. ”

The man who showed the token stuffed the sign back into his pocket and said, "But you have been in the sect for so long, you should know the methods of our sect master, all along, no one who has been hated by the sect master has ever been able to escape, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, we can find him out." ”

"Elder Chen, since we have found you, it means that you can't run away. ”

Another big man also spoke: "If you are interested, hurry up and hand over the things you took away, maybe we can also open the net and leave you a whole corpse, otherwise, our methods, Elder Chen should be very clear." ”

The old man tilted his head and poured the wine from the flask into his mouth, then slowly put the flask down, and then slowly stood up.

Seeing this, the three men also slowly touched the saber on their waists.

"After living for such a long time, can I still be scared by a few of you juniors?"

The old man smiled and said, "Most of your skills are taught by my senior brother who has lost his mind, and I want to try it today, what means do you have to be rampant in front of the old man......"

"Elder Chen, it seems that we can't settle it peacefully. ”

Hearing this, one of the men said coldly: "In this case, we can only divide the high and low in our own ability, right?"

"Less nonsense......"

After the last word fell, I saw the old man's figure flicker, and the next moment, a long knife had fallen in his palm, and then he shouted loudly and rushed towards the three people.