One of the inns in Chivalrous Wind Town had secretly changed owners.
No one knew when the change happened, but it had indeed happened.
There was a small river beside the inn. The water flowed gently through the town and only became blurry when the sky darkened.
The small river fed a city of misty raincoats, the spring willows, summer vines, autumn harvests, and winter moons.
During the day, merchants and heroes came and went. Other than the occasional chirping of insects and the occasional awakening of fish, everything was exceptionally peaceful and comfortable.
A day passed just like that, guessing what the fish in the water were dreaming about and listening to the secretly traveling flower petals.
When the sky was about to be dyed black, the owner of the inn lit up the lamps.
This was the busiest time of the day in the inn.
Because at this time, the young and handsome storyteller in the green robe in the inn began his Jianghu story.
The young and gentle female owner would lean against the window, resting her chin on her hand. Her apricot eyes would fall on the storyteller.
At this time, the Jianghu people and merchants would order a pot of tea and half a liter of wine. With a few side dishes, they would listen to the storyteller's story and enjoy the tea.
When they heard something good, they would clap and praise it. This was the happiest time of the day.
However, it was not allowed to get drunk or compete with others in this inn.
Why did no one dare to violate this rule?
It was all thanks to the beautiful maidservant standing beside the female master.
The maid's hands were ruined. Her hair was black and white. Her blood-red hands were holding a broom and sweeping the floor.
But no one dared to look down on her.
Because everyone knew who she was.
As the saying goes, her hair was like white snow, rolling into the sky. Blood-handed Silk Luo relied on her long sword to invite you to hell!
She left her name on the Fenghua Rank and was known as Blood-handed Silk Luo in the Jianghu!
It was said that she once killed all 72 sects and 36 clans in Water and Cloud Sect to avenge her family!
Therefore, the Great Jin Dynasty's Master of the Wulin World once issued an order to kill her. Whoever got her head would be rewarded with 100,000 taels of gold and the Jade Jade Divine Skill of the Yuling Sword Sect!
Countless people from the black and white sects accepted the order.
Luo Xuexian fought and retreated. She was chased all the way to this small Chivalrous Wind Town!
At that time, she was already at the end of her rope. More than 2,000 famous masters in the Jianghu chased after her.
But no one knew what happened that day.
The people of Jianghu only knew that after that day, the more than two thousand Jianghu masters disappeared from the world, and in one of the inns in this town, there was a maid with silvery hair and hands like blood sweeping the floor.
So no one dared to cause trouble here.
No!
Logically speaking, it wasn't to the extent that no one dared to offend them.
Even if it wasn't for the Gold and Silver Divine Art, there should be an endless stream of peerless experts wanting to spar.
Even.
But …
There was more than one "Bloody Hand Lingluo" here.
"Blood-handed Silk Silk Luo" "is.
Just as the green-robed man slapped down the gavel and took a break to drink water, a grey-clothed waiter with a cloth towel on his head and a rag on his shoulder opened the door curtain and brought a plate of pork knuckles to the customer from the kitchen.
Everyone's eyes. and Luo Rous Lured. Shen..
Dragon. was was.
.. and.... and... The Demonic Blade reversed the flow of the Silver River, and the Divine Blade swept through the army of ten thousand!
Third on the Guru Ranking, "Divine Sword and Demon Blade" Wang Wu!
He was not called Wang Wu. He was called Wang San.
Because there were only two people in the Jianghu.
He heard there was a master in the Jianghu, so he went to Chivalrous Wind Town to challenge him.
No one knew the result.
But from then on, the Divine Sword and Demonic Blade Wang San no longer existed in the martial world.
On the contrary, this inn had an amiable and slick waiter, Wang Wu.
The customer who ordered the crystal pork knuckle tasted the pork knuckle and suddenly spat it out. He slammed the table and scolded, "What the hell is this! It's not chewy and tasteless! Is this food for people? Call your manager here! "
As he cursed, he glanced at the female owner of the inn.
It was obvious that he had an ulterior motive.
Seeing him like this, the other guests subconsciously sat a little further away, and some even whispered to their companions.
"This guy … is he looking for death?"
"He must be a country bumpkin. He doesn't even know the name of the Jianghu. He's … looking for death."
"Forget it. Let's just watch the show."
Seeing the other customers pointing at him and looking at him as if he were a dead man, this customer didn't understand the situation.
Luo Xuexian stopped sweeping the broom. She held the handle of the broom tightly with her bloody hand, looking at this person with an expressionless face.
Wang Wu was still smiling, but his narrowed eyes were full of murderous intent.
The hostess didn't look at him. Her gaze was fixed on the storyteller of Green Mountain.
Seeing that the storyteller of Green Mountain was done, she waved her hand and asked the man in green to sit down. She poured a cup of water and pushed it to him, complaining, "I told you to stop talking. My mouth is so dry that I can't even drink water …"
"As long as you like it." The scholar in green smiled and picked up the teacup to take a sip.
"No, you have to make it up to me."
The hostess rested her chin on her arms on the square table, kicking her small feet in embroidered shoes.
Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "Ah …"
The green-robed scholar smiled and took out a White Rabbit Creamy Candy.
Then he peeled off the wrapper and stuffed the candy into her mouth.
"Humph, humph, humph, humph …"
With the candy in her mouth, the hostess' eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and she started humming an unknown tune.
"Master, what do you think …"
While Wang Wu was staring at the customer, Luo Xuexian walked to the side of the scholar in green and asked in a low voice.
The manager in green glanced at the troublesome customer and said carelessly, "Since he doesn't like Old Li's food, let Old Li tell him himself."
"Yes," Luo Xuexian replied in a low voice. Then she asked Wang Wu to go to the kitchen and call the chef.
Wang Wu was taken aback. He glanced at the troublesome customer sympathetically and then went to the kitchen.
A moment later, the voice arrived before the person arrived.
"Which filthy ruffian dares to say that my pork knuckle is not authentic?!"
This angry shout was like a clap of thunder on a sunny day! The customers felt dizzy and their vision blurred.
The person arrived with the voice.
A strong arm opened the curtain, and a chef with thick eyebrows and bronze-colored muscles walked out.
The chef was furious and fiercely glared at the customer. "So you're the one who said that my specialty, crystal pork knuckle, is not delicious?"
The customers in the hall who knew the chef's identity subconsciously shivered.
Looking around, the wind stopped and the rain rested, ten thousand mountains flew! Eyes closed, the moon set, the stars sank, and the sun rose!
Second on the Grandmaster Ranking, "Trampling Mountains and Rivers" Chu Kuangyan!
No one knew why he would appear in this small inn and even work as a chef.
However, someone heard Wang Wu mention it when they were chatting.
Chu Kuangyan had no other reason. He just wanted to retire.
After fifty years of ups and downs in the Jianghu, he was already tired.
His dream was to become a chef.
However, ordinary places could not stop the carnage of the Jianghu.
He had been searching for that place.
Until he passed by this inn …
The moment he saw the green-robed shopkeeper and the female owner, he knew that this was where he belonged.
Because he did not even have the courage to fight against those two.
The rest was very simple.
Since even he did not have the courage to fight, who would dare to cause trouble?
Therefore, he stayed in peace and became a … chef.
Even if you scolded him for losing his ambition and said that he was useless, he would just laugh it off.
In addition to studying recipes, he had four hobbies.
First, listening to the manager tell stories.
Second, watching the manager and the hostess being intimate. Every time this happened, he would reveal a fatherly smile.
Third, telling stories to the children in the town.
As for the fourth …
He sat on the threshold of the backyard, picking vegetables while smiling and watching the clouds roll by and the Jianghu breeze pass by.
Seeing that the troublemaker was panicking, Chu Kuangyan wanted to punch him until his face was full of peach blossoms.
However, he noticed the calm look in the manager's eyes.
It was not suitable to see blood here.
"Hmph!" Chu Kuangyan put away his fist and said in a deep voice, "A filthy scoundrel like you will only affect business if your dog blood is spilled all over the place. Get lost!"
A shock wave was accompanied by a thunderous explosion!
The customer's ears buzzed and his vision went black, followed by a flash of golden light.
When he came to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly fallen ten feet away from an inn.
A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He crawled up from the snow and was about to slip away.
However, when he turned around, he was met with a pair of gentle eyes.
"Excuse me, sir, is there an inn in front of us?"
The customer was embarrassed and angry at the same time. Upon hearing that there was an inn, he opened his mouth and scolded, "Are you blind? Can't you see for yourself?"
"I'm sorry."
The person blocking the way hurriedly stepped aside and cupped his hands. "Please forgive me if I offended you. Please go ahead."
"Good dogs don't block the way!"
The guest scolded and left with a wave of his hand.
However, as he walked, he found that his vision was getting lower and lower until it was level with the snow.
In his sight, a headless figure was fleeing in a sorry state, leaving only mottled blood in the snow behind him.
'That's … me?'
He closed his eyes.
The handsome middle-aged man did not look back. Instead, he walked towards an inn with his hands behind his back, leaving a footprint with each step.
His footprints sank into the snow, no more, no less, exactly one inch.
Every step was one inch.
Entering the inn, he saw everyone looking at him.
He cupped his hands and bowed respectfully to the green-robed shopkeeper.
"I am Xu Feibai. I have been the world's number one for more than sixty years. I heard that you are the best in the martial arts world. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary.
"I used to think that the world's martial arts world is one, that I alone occupy nine battles, and that everyone in the world shares one battle. Only today did I realize that I was a frog in a well.
"Today, I have fulfilled my wish. I am very fortunate. I wonder if you will honor me with your presence? I have long been tired of the title of world's number one. Today, I only wish to bestow this title to you, or … once the martial arts world belongs to me. "
The green-robed shopkeeper sighed and looked helplessly at the female owner. "Qianning, do you think two people are needed for a waiter?"
The female owner winked mischievously. "There is no shortage of waiter, but after we leave, there will be one less storyteller."
The green-robed shopkeeper sighed again. "Is this the martial arts world you want?"
"In an inn, everyone is a peerless master. You and I will hide in it, and every day we will be carefree and happy. This is what I was thinking when you took me out of the palace … But …"
She tilted her head and squeezed her nose at the shopkeeper. "Actually, I also like to eat candied haws."
The green-robed shopkeeper was startled and suddenly recalled the past.
That year in the palace, she was twelve years old. He took out a stick of candied haws, but she said it was too sour.
He could only use white rabbit candy to send the little girl away. He even took her up to the sky to see the sky full of lanterns.
He didn't expect that meeting to be the beginning of their ill-fated relationship.
With a smile, the green-robed shopkeeper took out a stick of candied haws from somewhere.
The female owner took one and bit it. She smiled beautifully. "So sour …"
The snowflakes outside the inn gradually lightened. Thinking about it … tomorrow would be a good day.
