Ignoring Yeluqi who was blushing with shame, Zhou Botong quickly walked up to Yeluqi and asked again: "You mean that person is about the same age as you?"
Yeluqi did not dare to look at his master, but nodded honestly.
"The method that was broken was still using swordsmanship??"
Yeluqi nodded again.
After getting the answer, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong walked away again, stroking his beard and wondering to himself as he walked: "It's not the old beggar, nor that Huang Laoxie, who could it be? Or was it broken with a sword?"
I have learned the Quanzhen swordsmanship created by my senior brother. Is there such a powerful swordsmanship in the world? He is still so young, who could it be? That kid Jing'er will definitely not wear that mask to show off to others. He is such a serious person.
Besides, he’s not good at swordsmanship either? Who could it be?”
At this moment, someone lying on the bed of the inn had a gun on his chest for no apparent reason. What does it mean that a person wearing a mask is not a serious person, so he is a good citizen.
Seeing that his master was thinking hard about the identity of the visitor, Yeluqi obediently did not disturb him and just stood there quietly watching his master's headache.
"Oops! I can't think of anything!" After thinking for a while, Zhou Botong suddenly got angry and scratched his messy hair and said irritably.
This is just the nature of a child. He was really afraid that he would roll around on the ground, but he still didn't do it. He just glared at Yeluqi and took out his anger on Yeluqi: "Say! Did that person say anything?
When will he come again! I don’t believe it anymore, see if I don’t deal with him!”
Yeluqi, who had become accustomed to it, said helplessly: "He didn't say when he would come again. This man first saw the swordsmanship practiced by his disciple, told the origin of the swordsmanship, and then used it on his disciple.
After his sword skills were broken one by one, he left."
Looking at Zhou Botong who was filled with indignation, Yeluqi said hesitantly: "Master, I think that man seems to have a good understanding of our Quanzhen swordsmanship. He seems to be familiar with many of the essence of swordsmanship."
"Huh?" After hearing this, Zhou Botong fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing this, Yeluqi became silent and said everything he needed to say. It was up to the master to decide.
"Interesting, interesting, so interesting. I, Zhou Botong, must get to know this person for a while!" After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out the identity of this person, Zhou Botong suddenly burst out laughing again and clapped his hands in cheers.
"..."
Yeluqi found that he really couldn't keep up with his master's thinking rhythm. One moment he was irritating people, and the next moment he said people were interesting. It was really...
But everyone who knows Zhou Botong knows that he is a martial arts fanatic. He has always been eager to learn new things and new martial arts. He has no crooked ideas at all and just simply wants to experience.
It was dark clouds just now, but now the sky has cleared. Zhou Botong came to Yeluqi with a bright smile, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "My good disciple, next time that person comes again, you can ask someone to find me."
So, I'm going to play."
After saying that, he jumped out of the high wall and disappeared without a trace.
"But how can I find you?!" Yeluqi shouted at Zhou Botong's leaving figure, but... there was no response.
With a wry smile, he looked at the wall where two people were climbing over it in one day. He was really helpless with a master who was talking incoherently. He shook his head and Yeluqi turned around and walked back to the back room.
The next day, Dongzhang got up early, washed himself in the basin brought by the waiter at the inn, and then walked downstairs. He looked around the store and found that there were already many people there.
While eating breakfast quietly, chatting about family feuds, Dongzhang smiled silently, walked straight to an empty table at the end and stretched out his hand to call for the waiter.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" A young waiter came to Dongzhang respectfully.
"Two bowls of rice porridge and a plate of pickles."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter nodded and bowed out.
"Two bowls of rice porridge! A plate of pickles for the table!"
Smiling, he looked at the inn which was starting to get busy. Dongzhang stared at the gradually increasing number of people outside the door in a daze.
After a while, the food ordered by Dongzhang was all served one by one. He turned away his eyes and drank the porridge in his bowl slowly, while his ears were listening to the gossips chatting at the table next to him.
Just when Dongzhang was about to finish the second bowl of porridge, he heard the shopkeeper's frightened and angry voice coming from the store: "You old man, can you change your appearance every time? It's this bug every time!"
If you don’t mind it, it’s already annoying! I’m begging you, please. Can you go to another restaurant to eat there? Don’t come to our store every time to find fault. Don’t just pick one of the sheep and pluck it hard.
, no sheep can stand this, I beg you, this is a small business, I really can’t afford such trouble."
As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, a muttering voice sounded: "Who told you that the food cooked at home is delicious?"
Hearing this, the shopkeeper didn't know whether to smile with relief or bitterly, but one thing is certain, that is, he can no longer allow this old boy to continue to be a freeloader, and if he continues to do so, he will not have to run his own business.
With a straight face, he rolled up his sleeves and said fiercely: "Okay, I'll treat you to this meal, but you have been here six times before. You have settled the accounts for the first six times. You can come as many times as you like in the future."
Otherwise, hey, you guys, get on with it!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiters around him all stared with red eyes. Holding wooden sticks, they crowded around the table where the old man was sitting. They snorted and stared at the old man on the table with malicious intent.
Jing was silent, and the threat was very obvious. He must have been tortured by this old man for the past few days. Judging from the momentum of each of them holding back their energy, they just wanted to take action.
Seeing such a battle, the old man at the table smiled flatteringly and said: "Oh, it's such a big deal, it won't be a big deal."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After speaking, he tried to reach out and pull down the sticks in the hands of the waiters, but they all avoided the old man's extended paw and stared at this fiercely.
The old man didn't speak.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the old man kicked his legs angrily and said, "Ah, you are so stingy. Am I like the person who can't afford to play with you?"
"Like!" the shopkeeper and the waiters onlookers said in unison.
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "I have already told you that my good disciple is very rich. I will ask him to come over tomorrow to pay the bill. Not to mention the bill, he can just buy your store."
"Hmph, blow! Keep blowing! I listened to your disciple several times as many times as you came here. Sometimes he said he was the son of the prime minister, and sometimes he belonged to the royal family. Where is he? Where is he? You called
Come and show us what the royal family and nobles look like! Are they also so shameless?"
The shopkeeper folded his arms and hummed softly.
As soon as these words were spoken unintentionally but by the listener, Dongzhang's heart moved and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the old man on the table.
"Don't bully me too much!" the old man shouted angrily.
"You've gone too far!" the shopkeeper yelled.
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a light voice sounded: "Shopkeeper, just put his account on my head."
As soon as the sound rang out, a pin drop could be heard in the store. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the seats inside. Even the melon eaters who were watching the excitement also turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.
The old man involved also followed the others and turned around to look, only to see a young man in gray clothes holding a chopstick with his left hand and holding his chin, looking at him with a smile.
With a roll of his eyes, the old man slipped out of the crowd smoothly and came to Dongzhang's table. He squeezed Dongzhang away and sat on a stool side by side with him. He hugged Dongzhang affectionately with one hand.
The father-in-law looked over his shoulder with a proud look at the shopkeeper with dull eyes and said: "Did you see it! Did you hear it? My brother is here. It's not shameful to scream all day for a few stinky money. My brother said it."
, let’s settle the account, my brother has more money! Humph!”
He moved unnaturally and looked at the shopkeeper, Dong Zhang, who had a slightly questioning look in his eyes and nodded: "Well, it's mine."
"Oh, I didn't tell you earlier. The Dragon King Temple has been flooded. One family doesn't know each other. It's a good relationship. You two should use it slowly. The younger one is busy." The shopkeeper knew that Dongzhang was busy.
I have money. I have been spending lavishly in the past two days. I have stayed in the best rooms, not to mention the food. This man is the most talked about in the whole inn. Besides, there is a horse hanging in the inn.
Inside, they naturally trusted Dongzhang, so they changed their expressions and politely said to Dongzhang, and then dismissed the waiters who looked unwilling and went about their own business.
After seeing the shopkeeper who had embarrassed him leave, the old man sitting next to Dongzhang breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. He reached out to grab the pickles on the table, threw them into his mouth, and said vaguely:
"Thank you, little brother."
Looking at this old kid with out-of-the-box thinking with some surprise, Dongzhang smiled and said nothing. He just held his chin and watched him eating the food with interest.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, this seemingly natural sitting position and familiar reaching out, it is really difficult to act so naturally without twenty years of experience in begging...