Yun Xi frowned and whispered: "Why is this person so vulgar?"
Zhen'er said: "In the world of martial arts, there are mostly reckless men. These words are pleasant to hear, but I have also heard words that are ten times or a hundred times worse than this."
While the two were talking, the shopkeeper had already greeted him out. But the scene in front of him really shocked him.
But I saw more than ten horses parked in front of the inn, their horses whinnying. The leader was a fat monk with a smooth head and fierce eyes. He was about forty years old.
The passenger behind him was dressed in Tsing Yi, holding a bright torch in his hand, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a large word "Jian" embroidered on his chest. The word "Jian" was pure white, with embroidery underneath.
Two daggers clashing.
The shopkeeper saw that the visitor was so loud and did not dare to offend him, so he bowed and said: "Gentlemen, please come in, please come in!"
The fat monk touched his bald head, jumped up, and landed flatly on the ground, saying: "Hurry and feed the horse, prepare wine and meat, I will starve to death." When he said this, everyone was shocked.
I knew he was the man with the duck voice just now.
The shopkeeper thought to himself: "This man is obviously a monk, but he speaks so vulgarly and drinks wine and eats meat. Could it be that he is a flower monk?" Not daring to neglect, he hurriedly ordered his servants to take the horse to the stable.
There is an ancient saying: "A boat in the south and a horse in the north". There are many waterways in Chutian, and people travel by swimming and rowing. However, there is fresh fodder in the inn. There are more than ten good horses at this moment. How can there be so much fodder?
When the shopkeeper saw everyone coming into the inn and taking their seats, he said with a smile: "Gentlemen, the shop has no more fodder. We have to order people to buy it. If we don't have any silver, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." "Hehe" he laughed twice.
Voice.
The fat monk glanced at him and said, "Damn, there's so much shit going on." While speaking, he took out a large ingot of silver and asked, "Is that enough?"
When the shopkeeper saw him holding out fifty taels of silver in one hand, his heart trembled, and he waved his hand and said, "No, no."
The fat monk suddenly stood up and shouted: "I can't do it without money, and you said you don't want it. Do you want it or don't you want it?"
The shopkeeper couldn't help but take a step back, not knowing how to answer. At this moment, he heard a vague voice coming from outside the door: "Monk Hua, you have such a big temper, why are you so scary for no reason?" The voice was soft and thin.
, without any cadence, after finishing the sentence, a white shadow flashed at the door, and a middle-aged scribe walked in slowly, holding a folding fan.
But when I saw the person coming, he was wearing white clothes, he was majestic, he was about thirty-five years old, and he had a smile on his face. After taking one look at him, he immediately felt amiable and amiable.
As soon as the dozen or so men in green clothes saw the visitor, they immediately stood up, lowered their hands and said, "Young men, I would like to say hello to Mr. Huangfu. I wish you peace and health and a long life!"
The scribe put away the folding fan with a "pop" sound. I don't know how he moved it. The fan in his hand had been inserted back into his waist. He grabbed his hand forward and grabbed the fifty taels of silver in the fat monk's hand. He shouted
:"Give me!"
The fat monk raised his wrist, and the silver flew up from his hand and was thrown into the sky. The scribe in white said "Hey" and two figures jumped into the air. Everyone heard a "crackling" noise, and then heard the scribe in white shout:
"What a 'Flower Monk Uprooting Weeping Willows'!"
The fat monk then shouted: "The king of Chu is lifting a thousand-jin cauldron!" The diners in the seat couldn't see clearly who was who among the two flying men, but seeing how exciting the fight between the two was, they were eager to do something good, and they all clapped their hands and applauded.
There were two sounds of "Peng" and "Peng" again, and the wind blew loudly from all directions. Then there were two sounds of "Hey" and "Hey". Two figures scattered to both sides and landed flatly on the two tables. The middle-aged scribe's body was on the table.
It spun twice, raised one foot, and stretched out its left hand forward. It was the fifty taels of silver from before.
He raised his hand and said: "Give it to you!" He threw it towards the shopkeeper and said: "Twenty taels of silver are needed to feed the horses, prepare food, and prepare thirty rooms. There must be twenty upper rooms. Thirty
Two, a total of fifty taels of silver, is that enough?"
The shopkeeper grabbed it with his hands, fearing that it would fly out, but when he heard that "twenty upper rooms are prepared", his heart was shocked, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face, and he said: "This... is located in the countryside, a small town."
There are only twenty-five upper rooms in the store, and now ten percent of them are occupied, with only six remaining. How can we free up twenty upper rooms?"
A waiter on the side rushed to say: "That's right, the store is remote and can't accommodate you. You should find another place..." Before he could finish his words, he let out a scream of "Ah", and immediately blood spattered everywhere.
, already his body and head are in a different place.
The person who made the move was none other than the fat monk. He was distracted just now when the scribe in white took the lead and snatched away the money in his hand. He knew that although the other party was not really fighting against him, he was ultimately at the disadvantage.
I was dissatisfied, and when I saw that the guy was talking too much, I turned all my anger on him.
Did everyone expect that the incoming person was so vicious? They were so frightened that the two groups started to fight, and even worse, they rushed out of the door first.
The scribe in white turned a deaf ear to this, and still said with a spring breeze on his face: "Since there are people living here, why don't you kick them out? This place is the closest to the Yellow Crane Tower, and we will definitely not leave tonight. You accepted my money, this is such a small thing.
If you can't do it, how can you open this inn? Just roll up your quilt and go back to the countryside to farm!"
When the shopkeeper saw that the waiter had made inappropriate remarks, he immediately lost his head and body. His face had turned pale with fright. Hearing the threatening tone in his mouth, he didn't know what to do for a moment.
The scribe in white looked up at him and said, "As long as you nod, I will leave the matter of driving people away."
The shopkeeper had never seen such a grand gesture in his life. He quickly wiped the beads of sweat from his head and nodded.
The middle-aged scribe raised his voice and said loudly: "My dear friends, if you know the truth, leave quickly. The sword has no eyes, so as not to hurt you!"
The diners in the inn were shocked to death by the waiter's death. How could they dare not to obey? They stood up and stayed away. For a while, only the scribes in white, the fat monk and a group of people in blue were left in the inn.
The scribe in white went down again and asked the shopkeeper to tidy up the inn and serve food and wine. The shopkeeper did not dare to neglect at all, and also brought up the extremely precious old Baiyunbian in the shop. At this moment, life was more important than anything else.
silver?
The white-clothed scribe still had a smile on his face. He lifted his body up in the air, landed on the second floor, and said loudly: "Dear friends, our Qilu Sword Sect came to Wuchang City this time because we have important things to do. Please vacate your residence.
If it comes out, someone will be grateful, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard two "giggles" of charming laughter coming from far away, and then heard someone shouting: "The romantic young master is here!" The voice was high-pitched and spread far away.
He was startled, jumped downstairs and looked out the door.