There was a man in the corner of the tavern, who was so focused on drinking that he seemed to have forgotten to eat. After drinking all the pots, Xiao Er served another pot.

But he doesn't drink heavily, he tastes like a fragrant tea, tastes the taste of wine, and when the taste comes to an end, he pours the whole glass of wine into his throat.

As if the rest was no longer necessary. In the same pot of wine, every glass is a taste, and every drop is a taste.

In fact, he knew that this was wrong, even if it was the same pot of wine, every glass, every drop, and even every trace should taste different, just like everyone in the crowd, unable to distinguish each other, but unable to deny the appearance of their respective existence.

But he had no intention of tasting it again, and the taste of the wine was not in the wine itself, but in the heart of the drinker. At this moment, Leng Xiao's heart only has this kind of taste, so there is no need to taste it again.

The half-drunk drunkard's finger fell on him, and the drunkenness seemed to sober up a little, and it seemed to be drunk deeper. What he saw in his eyes was like a thick fog that enveloped the man deeply, and he was stared at by a pair of deep, cold eyes, which looked into the depths of his heart.

He screamed, his body went limp, and others only laughed at him for being drunk, but a trace of white foam flowed from his mouth. One of them was astonished, and went to pay for it, but he fell to the ground and cried out, "He...... He's dead!"

The other put aside the wine glass, opened his eyes and said angrily: "Who is the poisoner, who is the one who harmed my brother!"

In the store, an old man stopped to visit and shook his head indifferently: "The heart is suddenly broken, the pupils are shrunk and his face is hideous, he is frightened to death." ”

"Fright, what other big horror can he see in this small shop?"

The drinkers next to him were talking endlessly, and they didn't take it seriously at all. There is no shortage of misfortune in time, and as long as misfortune does not fall on one's head, it is not worth caring about at all.

Someone laughed and said: "Isn't it too drunk, falling into a dream, and dreaming yourself to death?"

The deceased's friend was furious for a moment, but it was the last person to hold him down, and a pair of eyes slowly moved to the one in the corner.

"The two of you are moving, do you remember what Brother Li looked like before he died?"

"What does it look like, so-and-so's face is full of his spittle stars!"

"Oh, where Brother Li's body, his eyes, and his hands are all in that direction, if you don't say it, it's all that person. ”

The others also followed his words, turned their eyes, and the other said, "How can Brother Zhang assert?"

Brother Zhou looked at the man, poured himself a drink, and neglected the beauty beside him. Needless to say, his behavior is strange, doesn't Brother Zhou think that this person is very familiar and has no money?"

"It's familiar, I have never seen it...... Brother Zhang is talking about the person that Brother Li said when he died suddenly?"

His voice was not heavy, but it reached everyone's ears. Almost everyone stopped throwing their glasses and looked at the man. If people don't care, they look at gold like dung, and when they care, even if they see a tiger in front of them, they only think of it as a cat.

If you don't try, you won't be reconciled.

Leng Xiao is still drinking, the wine is almost exhausted, but Xiao Er no longer sends wine. He knew that the glass of wine had come to an end, and that his excitement had come to an end. His face was the same, or he had never been in the mood.

He put down two taels of silver, and never touched a mouthful of food, only drank some wine.

He picked up Shi Lingxi, retreated from the stool, and walked out, but it was the deceased who had a table of three people, who stopped him by looking at each other, one tall, one thin, and one literati.

The tall man seems to be a reckless man, the weak man seems to be not good at martial arts, but the literati is full of a little dangerous atmosphere.

The literati said: "My friends and I were scared to death by Your Excellency, and Your Excellency wanted to leave like this, but we were afraid that it would be difficult to comply." ”

The reckless man said: "Why should Brother Zhang say more, just take care of this kid, whether he is the rumored treasure hunter or not, and the person who killed Brother Li, how can he spare his life today!"

The literati stopped: "If he is really the treasure snatcher, not to mention martial arts, how can we keep him with just three of us?"

The weak man shouted: "The four of us are like brothers, and now that Brother Li's bones are not cold, do you want to watch the murderer go unpunished?"

The three of them sang and intermittently, like a play. Leng Xiao watched quietly, as if he was experiencing an interesting thing. His eyes were hazy, his ears were empty, and his heart was not repulsive, but what he saw and heard was a completely different artistic conception.

A drinker stood up with a knife and laughed: "Guan Mou's life is the most hateful to such indiscriminate murder of innocent villains, if the three of them are inadequate, what does it matter if Guan pulls out a knife to help?"

Someone laughed: "Such an interesting story, it must not be monopolized by Brother Guan!"

"How can you let Brother Guan be beautiful!"

The shopkeeper seemed to be accustomed to such a scene, and he still fiddled with the abacus beads twice, and Xiao Er had already drilled under the table and cowered. The cook lifted the curtain and looked at it, still holding a knife in his hand, the blade of which was stained with meat foam, and then lowered the curtain after three or two breaths.

The drinkers and diners all stood up and lit up their weapons, but the shopkeeper only said lightly at this time: "Leave a piece of silver, and the tables and chairs in the store will be smashed, if you ignore me, you will break a dish and remove an arm, and if you break a table and chair, you will be killed." ”

Someone was annoyed by his attitude, threw down a porcelain bowl casually, smashed it, and pulled out a knife and asked: "I am not an unreasonable person, if the shopkeeper apologizes, I will naturally pay you ten times the price of this bowl, if you don't apologize, I want to see what the shopkeeper can do to me?"

The shopkeeper was still fiddling with the abacus beads, and said quietly: "Although the store is dilapidated, it is not short of a bowl of money." ”

Suddenly, he raised his hand and flicked it, and most of the abacus beads flew out, raining down on the knife-wielding man. The man's eyes were horizontal, and he swung his knife and slashed down countless times, but he still screamed, the long knife fell to the ground, and one of his right arms was torn apart by a few horizontal abacus.

After a long silence, someone smiled dryly: "This ingot is only fifty taels, and it won't hurt if I wait for it to get together." ”

The drinkers then took out a few pieces of broken silver, threw them together, and summarized them to the shopkeeper, who didn't look at them, but had already collected the momentum and flipped through the account books.

Everyone's hearts relaxed slightly, but even with this guarantee, some people still lifted the tables and chairs to the side first, and smashed them and left them behind.

The man with the broken arm left with hatred, lost an arm, and most of his sword skills were destroyed, unless the martial arts were peerless, after all, he could not transcend the physical changes.

Leng Xiao was surrounded by a group, but he didn't care at all, just said lightly: "I don't have a cold knife in my hand, I don't have a copper key, but I have six treasure maps, corresponding to the remaining six treasures." Today I spare your life, and I want you to convey a message for me, if you want a treasure map, exchange it for a long-lost prescription and pharmacopoeia, of course, I am not interested in poisons that harm people, what I want is a good medicine to save people. ”

Someone laughed: "This person is not stupid, he is still talking to himself!"

Then in an instant, the man had disappeared from his eyes, and he only felt that there was no pain in his body, and then he saw that everyone was lying in a pool of blood.