Chapter 24: In Huarong Ward, the Beauty Gets Angry
It was near noon that day, and the sky was high and the clouds were clear.
Near the official road of Huarong County, there is a spacious hotel with a wine curtain hanging high outside the door, swaying in the wind, with four official script characters "Huarong Old Store" written on it.
The noisy and bustling sound inside the store can be heard even outside. Although Huarong County is just a county in Hunan, it is backed by the Yangtze River in the north and Dongting Lake in the south.
Cross the river from here and you will arrive in Hubei. To the east is Yueyang and to the west is Yiyang.
Such important transportation routes are densely populated and crowded with merchants, but the official road outside the hotel is deserted and it is difficult to see pedestrians.
Although there were no pedestrians on the road, the hotel was full of people. Several waiters were busy serving wine and food to the guests. This phenomenon was extremely strange.
Sitting next to the door of the shop was a man in his forties, with a sallow face, a rat-like mustache, wearing a black suit and a single sword hanging from his abdomen.
There were two bearded men with swords beside him. Perhaps they were drunk and had unbuttoned three or four of their tightly buttoned rows of clothes, revealing their chest hair.
The three chatted and laughed, their mouths spitting, and when they raised their glasses, the wine bowls clanged and clanged. This arrogant attitude was simply unbridled. The other customers in the same restaurant looked at them sideways, but no one stepped forward to dissuade them.
At the table next to the three of them sat two handsome young men wearing fancy clothes and holding long swords at their waists.
A man in his early twenties, wearing a yellow shirt, tall and thin, with bright eyes and sword-like eyebrows, and an extraordinary handsome appearance.
The other one was dressed in white, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a petite figure and a fair complexion. There was a hint of cuteness and charm in her eyes, and she did not have a single masculine demeanor. However, compared with the other men, her manners and conversation revealed an extraordinary and gentle demeanor.
Sitting at another wine table next to the handsome young man was a short and fat old man. He was wearing a green robe and a silk hat, dressed like a family member, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.
As for the other tables, there were some people sitting around them, tall and short, young and old, with swords hanging from their backs and bulging bags on their waists. There were also some sticks and spears standing next to the tables, and they were wearing different clothes. It was obvious that they were all gangsters from different gangs.
At this moment, there was a "thump" sound, and the big man on the left of the door suddenly put a wine jar on the table, shaking the cups and pots and causing the plates and chopsticks to jump.
He laughed and said in a gruff voice: "Brother, the knives in our hands can also eat human flesh. Didn't we just kill a Taoist priest? What are you afraid of? Don't think it's some big secret that only we brothers know!"
He pointed around and said: "Did you see? Are all the people here coming here to eat? I'm worried that we might have fallen behind!"
As he said this, he raised the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The elder brother sighed and said, "Brother, this is not just about blood. I have seen Taoist Xiao before. His martial arts are really amazing! I heard that his whole body was broken into pieces after being beaten. His apprentice's head was directly hit into the cavity, but it was intact.
In my opinion, although the Divine Illumination Sutra is good, this guy named Feng, you and I are not only no match for him, even the Four Wonders of the South may not be able to defeat him!"
The noise in the inn died down for a moment, and dozens of pairs of eyes turned over. The second old man listened quietly, then his crazy behavior stopped, his expression suddenly changed, and he said nothing.
The expressions of the two handsome young men also changed slightly, but their performances were slightly different.
The young man in yellow raised his sword-like eyebrows and sneered.
The young man in white had an intoxicating smile on his pretty face, his clear eyes were full of surprise, and his pair of big black eyes rolled around and exchanged glances with the old man of the family.
The people in the hotel had different expressions, but all of this happened in a flash.
The second brother drank a bowl of wine silently, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Boss, the Four Wonders of the South are famous far and wide, and are known throughout the martial arts world. How could you not know them? But aren't there enough rumors in the martial arts world?
Think about that old man Mei Niansheng, the Iron-boned and Black-eared Man. Everyone said that he was a master of martial arts, unrivaled in the world, and his fame was no less than that of the "Four Wonders of the South and the Four Weirdos of the North". But he was so angry that he died because a martial arts secret book was lost. Haha, it shows that most of the masters with great reputations are just people who have gained their fame in vain! "
Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly sneered, "Wu Laoer, you are so frivolous, aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away?"
The voice was clear and every customer in the restaurant could hear it.
Wu Lao Er's face suddenly changed. He slammed the table and stood up suddenly. His face was as black as fried pig liver, his eyes were blazing with fire. He looked around and asked in a stern voice, "Who are you, you rat, messing around here?"
While he was speaking, he heard a strange sound outside the shop. Someone looked out the window and saw a thin young man in a blue shirt riding a big black horse leisurely coming along the official road. The waiter outside the door shouted to greet him.
The second brother ignored this and shouted, "You know my name and dare to say that. You are very brave. Stand up for me!"
He was very arrogant and aggressive.
The clear voice was heard again in the tavern: "You speak without restraint, you deserve a slap in the face, but considering that you are drunk and emboldened, and you have low vision, stupidity and ignorance, I will just use chopsticks instead of a slap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a whoosh sound and a line of white light rushed straight into Wu Laoer's mouth.
At this time, the drinkers had already seen clearly that it was the young man in white who threw out a chopstick.
Just as Wu Laoer was about to block, a blue shadow happened to walk in from the door.
It happened so fast! Seeing that the chopsticks could not hit Wu Lao Er, it was about to hit him instead.
The man in blue raised his hand and with a "thump" sound, the chopstick was inserted into the door frame beside him, three-quarters of the way in.
Someone saw that it was the man in blue who had just come leisurely on horseback.
He walked in proudly, holding a long sword, as if he was blind to everything that had just happened, just like he was shooing away chopsticks or flies with a wave of his hand.
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Everyone looked at him intently and saw that he had a tall figure, thick eyebrows and a straight nose, and he walked steadily. Coupled with the skills he just displayed, everyone fell silent unconsciously.
Everyone felt that he was very imposing and not an ordinary person.
The man who came was Feng Yi. He sat down calmly on a newly vacated seat, put down his sword, and said slowly, "Waiter, if you have any good wine or food, just bring it up!"
At this time, there was a "bang" sound, and the chopsticks on the table jumped. Wu Laoer raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Wu thought someone was so bold, but it turns out to be a green hand. Hehe, little girl, you are lucky, I will let you go!"
He saw that the young man in white was a woman dressed as a man, and felt that it would be unmanly and disgraceful for him to argue with him.
But these words annoyed the young man in yellow next to the woman in white. He stood up and said coldly, "Wu Shifei, how dare you say such a wicked thing? If you apologize to my cousin now, I will spare your life!"
Wu Shifei picked up a bowl of wine and said with a smile: "Little guy, your hair hasn't even grown out yet, but you're so arrogant!"
The young man in yellow drew his sword with a clang and cursed, "You don't know how to live or die!" He quickly dodged and was about to go around the table to attack the other party.
The two sides were close to each other, so he stretched his body and attacked quickly and fiercely. Wu Laoer smiled grimly and stood up, drawing the sword from his waist.
Unexpectedly, a gray-haired old man suddenly stood between the two men, blocking Wu Lao Er with his left hand and grabbing the yellow-shirted young man's wrist with his right hand. He sheathed his sword and said, "Young man, slow down, slow down!"
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The number of collections increases every day, but the number of readers does not.
New books cannot be kept alive, because if they are kept alive they will die! The current recommendation mechanism is to follow the reading data.
Without data, there are no recommendations.
Alas, it’s too ridiculous to put it on the shelves just after the 100,000 words mark.
But if I don’t make it into the second round of recommendations this week, I will have to put it on the shelves.
(End of this chapter)