The tea is fragrant, bitter and calming.

The awakened eyebrows gradually loosened, his face was white, like a white jade plate, and his quiet expression on it gently rippled, a good son of the turbid world, which looked like a ghost in the underworld.

The one who opened the teahouse was a ghost of the Tang Dynasty, who loved the tea ceremony, read the "Book of Tea" intensively, and often sighed, hating himself and the tea saint Lu Yu were not born in the same era, I was not born, and I was dead.

Tranquility goes far and wide.

The owner of the teahouse is a respectable old man, with a small white beard on his chin hanging down to his chest, wearing a white robe, with one hand behind his back, and a large wolf pen in the other hand waving on rice paper, the black ink is splashed, and the wonderful characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance emerge.

The environment of the teahouse is quiet and distant, and it is difficult to find it in the huge capital city or even Yinshenzhou.

"Quick, he's in there!"

"Damn! He actually stuffed me into the sewer, and it was a capsized boat in the gutter today!"

"Don't let me run into him, meet him and hit him once!"

The rough cursing sound came from far and near, and it could be seen that a group of little ghosts with blue noses and swollen faces rushed in, and the tea guests in the teahouse frowned, woke up and put down the teacup, and the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned.

"Who's that!!" A few imps rushed in and grabbed the bench, all vicious.

"It's not you!"

"Huh?

They grabbed the foot of the bench and the other end of the bench was facing the tea customer, and smashed the bench down when it didn't please their eyes.

"Who are you? Go out to the old man, you are not welcome in the teahouse!" The old man raised his eyes, put the wolf pen in his hand on the pen stand, and shouted loudly, full of anger!

"Lao Lou took the initiative to be angry, now there is something to see. ”

"How many years of tea have I drunk, and it is really rare to finally see Lao Tang do it. ”

"Give a few hairy little ghosts a lesson, and you can't be too arrogant to be a ghost!"

The tea guests suddenly exchanged their heads and whispered.

"Hey, old man over there, you have the ability to come out and fight it alone!" one of the prickly imps shouted arrogantly, and the rest of the imps waved the bench and shouted to cheer.

"That old man seems to be very powerful. The kobold military master in the imp whispered.

The prickly little ghost was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Single, single, you single-handedly all of us!"

"Yes, you, you single-handedly take all of us!" the dog-headed military master's eyes lit up and he stammered, rightly speaking!

"Shameless!"

"Old landlord, don't be fooled!"

The tea guests scolded and held grievances for the old landlord, and even some young and strong ghosts wanted to stand up for the old landlord.

Wake up and sit still like a bell and continue to drink tea, as if what is happening now has nothing to do with him.

"It's fine. The old landlord raised his palm and strode towards a few little ghosts, his actions were windy, and his spirit was strong, although he was full of wrinkles, but he could not see any signs of aging.

"Young man, be a ghost and keep a low profile, otherwise it will be like this table, which is very easy to break!" said the old landlord, his eyes falling on the tea table near him.

A few impetuous imps were suddenly suppressed by the momentum of the old landlord, and there was silence.

"What is he doing here?" the prickly imp asked the kobold with a slight tilt of his head.

"Maybe you want to drink tea, the old man must be thirsty. The kobold stuttered, his mind blank and he couldn't come up with any bad ideas.

"Humph!"

The old landlord snorted coldly, and his calloused palm slammed on the Nanmu tea table.

"Bang!"

With a click, the real Nanmu tea table was split in half from the middle with a bang, and the four table legs were shattered, but there was no sawdust flying away with such power, which shows the fine control of the force.

"Broken Heart!" sure enough, it's a Broken Heart!" exclaimed a tea guest, recognizing the old landlord's moves.

"Heartbroken Palm?" Several little ghosts looked at each other, although they didn't know the name of "Heartbroken Palm", but they also knew the power of the Dao, and their hearts sprouted retreat.

"If you know that you are powerful, retreat, don't force the old man to make a move. "The old landlord has his hands behind his back, and the momentum is unified, like a martial arts master, everything is light and light, so that the ghost admires, and at the same time is wary of the broken heart of the landlord who carries it to the back.

"I—We're not going to fight alone, it's not, it's not a hero!" said the stammering dog-headed military advisor, his eyes blinking.

The old landlord waved his hand and asked them to leave.

"Wait!" Suddenly, a bell-like voice exploded, and the middle was thick and full of grandeur.

Su Xing's face showed a different color, and the tea guests invariably fled and found that it was a middle-aged ghost official in red clothes and black robes, with thick black eyebrows, hair like steel thorns, and a resolute face.

"Ghost Hunt!"

Suddenly, the tea guests couldn't help but shrink their necks, feeling a cool air rising from the back of their vertebrae, they wanted to scold the speaker just now, but they were all scared after seeing that it was a ghost catcher.

"What are you doing?" the old landlord turned around and asked lightly.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged ghost stood up suddenly, raised his eyebrows, and glared, "Heartbreaker, what do you say I'm going to do! I haven't seen you for a long time, and you forgot my old friend?"

"You are" The old landlord stared at the middle-aged ghost catch, lost in thought.

"Let me help you recall, October 1st, Black Wind and Moon, Hundred Miles of Pursuit!" said the middle-aged ghost catcher, his gaze gradually cold.

"October 1st, Black Wind Moon, 100 miles of pursuit?!" The old landlord suddenly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged ghost hunt in surprise, "You are the little catcher of the year!"

"Hmph, I finally remembered!" The middle-aged ghost hunt sneered, and walked towards the old landlord step by step, the ghost body rose with a qualitative and intangible aura, and every step strengthened a little.

The old landlord's hands behind his back trembled slightly, and he said calmly: "Li Mu! What do you want to do? I have been washing my hands for many years, and I just want to live a stable life!"

"Haha"

Li Mu suddenly burst into laughter, he raised his head and said: "What a joke, who knew that Tang Huangxing in the back of the year set off countless bloody storms, and his name could make a three-year-old child cry." You now say that you haven't washed your hands for many years and want to live a peaceful life?"

"But you also hid deep enough, in order to arrest you and bring you to justice, I even gave up the opportunity of the six realms of reincarnation, and went through a lot of hardships to become a ghost catcher. I didn't expect it, blind to the devil's eye, you have been in the capital all the time, and even I often come to your teahouse to drink tea!"

Li Mu said, his tone was full of sadness and indignation, and his thick palm was handed to the big knife at his waist.

"I was tortured countless times in the eighteenth floor of hell, and after I was released from prison, I gave up the opportunity to be reborn and opened a teahouse in Xudu, and I really wanted to live a half-crippled ghost life. The old landlord said indifferently, his dim eyes flowing with guilt.

"Afflictions have been suffered, and sin has been redeemed. Now I'm a ghost and don't owe a debt to anyone. If you do it, I'm not afraid of you!" The old landlord's eyes suddenly changed, and his sharp gaze burst out, like two snow-bright knives.

The calloused palm was raised, and wisps of pure ghost energy emerged from the palm the size of a fan.

"Ghost Pawn Six Heavens Above?!" Awakening pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was awe-inspiring, he didn't expect that an old landlord in the outer district of Xudu would have such a cultivation, especially since he had survived the eighteenth layer of hell, which should not be underestimated.

"Haha

Su Xing's mind moved, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the big knife that Li Mu took out.

Could it be that a ghost weapon? He thought to himself, thinking of the introduction in books such as "The Three Realms Tongjian".

"It's going to be a big fight!"

"The old landlord, the tea and tea money are on credit first, and I will make up for it next time."

Seeing that the situation was not right, the tea guests left one after another.

A few imps were shaking and were about to sneak away.

"Bang", like a silver waterfall pouring out, the big knife slashed through the sky, the snow bright knife fell, lying in front of a few little ghosts, and several tables and chairs cracked silently.

"Oh my god!"

Those little ghosts trembled like lambs as if they had seen a ghost, and they were as silent as cicadas.

"Ghost, Ghost Catcher, what do you want? We are innocent," the kobold military master was pushed to the front by several other imps, so he had to stiffen his head and say.

"Stay!" Li Mu said simply, with a flick of the big knife in his hand, a knife flower bloomed.

"Good knife technique!" Su Xing suddenly praised!

There were still ghosts that had not left, Li Mu and the old landlord looked over and found that a beautiful son was left alone, calmly tasting fragrant tea.

"Why haven't you left yet?" asked the old landlord, puzzled.

"The grudge between you and the ghost catcher, what does it matter to me, why do I want to leave!" Su Xing said lightly, he wanted to watch the battle between the broken heart and the ghost catcher.

As a modern person, it is really rare to be able to witness the grievances of people and ghosts in the Tang Dynasty.

"It's a strange little ghost. The old landlord whispered, don't bother to wake up. Li Mu also glanced at Su Xing and didn't take him in his eyes.

"It's him!"

A few imps suddenly screamed!

"Oh, it's you, what a coincidence!" Awakening pretended to have just seen them, greeting them like friends, and even beckoning them to sit down for tea.

"What a coincidence of your sister, I want to greet your mother!" a few imps burst into flames and scolded.

"What a good scenery you peeked into? Hey, didn't you have a falling out with that man?

Wake up without anger or anger, smile, and greet the past one by one.

"You!" the little ghost was so angry that his face was flushed, and the ghost's eyes were about to spew sparks, and he immediately grabbed the bench and was about to smash it, but he woke up and sat motionless on the bench, and the soles of his feet suddenly kicked on the tea table, and the whole person moved out of the coffin with the bench.

"You need to drink tea to quench your anger!" Su Xing said with a smile, holding a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other, taking a sip from time to time, and enjoying himself.

"Everyone, beat him!" A few little ghosts were really angry, they had forgotten their fear of Li Mu, their eyes were red, they directly pushed Li Mu away, grabbed the feet of the bench and rushed up, wanting to be beaten and revived.

Su Xingle watched them, his legs paddling, wandering between the tea tables, picking up a bench and smashing it from time to time.

As a result, after an hour, a few little ghosts didn't even wake up with a single hair, and as a result, they became blue and swollen, and were smashed by the bench.

The old landlord and Li Mu, who were originally the protagonists, had black faces and stiffly pestle there.