The waiter Mao was settling accounts by the beam reminded him weakly: "Two guests, here, the wine price has not been paid yet."
"Bah bang bang."
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight copper coins smashed in from outside the door.
The waiter said angrily: "You two drank three jars of wine, three plates of side dishes, and a total of forty-six copper coins."
"I'll put it together for you, just pay forty copper coins."
"Guest sir..."
Braving up his courage, the boy raised his voice and tried to catch up.
"Luo Zi."
Behind the counter, the old shopkeeper who was busy wiping the shelves stopped him and said, "Forget it, it's not just once or twice. I'll charge them with the account."
"I'll ask for it all at once at the end of the year. I can ask for as much as I can."
The young boy said aggrievedly: "I have calculated that these two bastards have owed us six silver coins for wine money since the beginning of the year."
"Shopkeeper, I'm not stingy. Do you think there is such a shameless person in the world?"
"Especially the one named Hou. His father helps people kill fish at the vegetable market. He is shivering in the cold winter months and is wearing a thin summer coat."
"His mother goes around washing people's clothes and is so tired that she can't even straighten her back. She earns about a hundred copper coins after a full month, which is not enough for him to have a drink."
"Indeed."
After spitting hard, the young boy whose nickname was Luo Zi said with contempt and disdain: "You are a scumbag and he wants to marry you. Only a devil would be willing to follow him."
The old shopkeeper said cheerfully: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. We don't open this tavern to make money, so why do we need to get ourselves into trouble?"
"If you lose, just lose a little. Worldly possessions are not worth mentioning."
The boy stood on tiptoe and looked at the busy street, trying hard to find the figure of Chilong Demon Lord and said: "I'm just worried that the good-looking girl will be poisoned by these two people, and her innocence will be ruined."
"Shopkeeper, you said I..."
He hesitated to speak, so he asked in a low voice: "Why don't I go after you and take a look? Drink money is drink money, no matter how much it is, it can't compare to a girl's life."
The old shopkeeper smiled mysteriously, walked straight to the table where Demon Lord Chilong was drinking, sat down and said, "Luo Zi, you underestimate that woman too much."
"Don't say that people named Hou and people named Yang can't hurt her at all, it's just me..."
Pointing to the "fine sand" on the table, he picked up a small handful and rubbed it back and forth: "It is completely shattered by internal force. The size is uniform, and each particle is almost exactly the same. Can you do it with your seventh-level martial arts cultivation?"
"I'm telling you, I can't do it even with the sixteenth level of force."
"At least I can't do it as easily and with perfect control as she does."
"She is a master, a master above the semi-immortal realm."
"There will never be more than twenty people in Dongluo who have this level of cultivation."
"I think he is the patriarch of a certain big family. He is traveling and trying to break through like me."
The boy was shocked and said: "Are you sure?"
The old shopkeeper blinked and said: "If you don't believe me, I allow you to chase him and have a look. Remember, it's best to stand far away so that no one thinks you are in the same group as those two scum."
"It doesn't matter if you die, I will cry for three days at most."
"But you can't implicate me. In this life, I still want to break through the seventeenth level of martial arts and touch the eighteenth level of martial arts who is at the top."
The boy hesitated, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes."
The old shopkeeper took a rag and wiped the corners of the table clean. He put away the ten copper coins left by Demon Lord Chilong and said, "It's okay. You will be convinced."
The boy ran towards the street without looking back and chased the three of them.
In the tavern, the old shopkeeper calmly wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear: "You know nothing, kid. That woman glanced at me inadvertently when she came in. My whole body's spiritual energy seemed to be imprisoned by an external force in an instant. I couldn't move.
No."
"I have been practicing cultivation for two hundred and thirty-seven years. Even when facing my ancestor who is at the 18th level of martial arts of the Wu family, I have never experienced the suffocating feeling of stepping half a foot into the gate of hell."
"If she were an ordinary mortal, I, I would hang myself with a rope."
