The tavern owner was stunned but still did as he was told. He thought that although the Childe had brought a lot of servants, none of them sat down. Why did he ask for two bowls?
The tavern owner who brought the wine and bowls was in a very good mood. The cost of a pot was less than one tael of silver but he asked for twenty taels of silver. He wanted to pour wine for this generous Childe for the first time. While he was secretly delighted, he couldn't help muttering that the wanderer from outside was so easy to fool.
The Childe who had been cheated once didn't seem to mind the money at all. He said calmly, "I'll pour the wine myself."
The tavern owner didn't want to be snubbed. He said cheerfully, "I remember clearly that the old swordsman sat on the right side of you at the same table!"
The Childe said, "Hmm."
He poured two bowls of wine, one of which was on the right side of the table. He took the bowl in front of him and took a sip. He looked up and smiled. "The old man with the sword case is missing two front teeth, right?"
The tavern owner thought for a while and nodded. He was a little nervous. Could it be that the Beiliang Childe and the master swordsman surnamed Huang knew each other? If it was true, the twenty taels of silver that he hadn't gotten used to would be a hot potato.
The young master smiled and said slowly, "Also, that old man with missing front teeth definitely doesn't have 20 taels of silver to pay you. At most, he would pour out all his copper coins to buy a bowl or two of rice wine and drink it sparingly, right?"
The tavern owner was completely flustered and his face was stiff. Although the people in the Martial Emperor City were born with an indescribable sense of superiority and were used to squinting at the Jianghu people from outside, there was a limit to this sense of superiority. In this world, no matter how they made a living, didn't they have to weigh their own weight when dealing with people? The more humble a family was, the more shrewd and calculative they were. If they didn't have a good eye for the wind, how could they make others willingly take out silver and copper coins from their pockets? Although the owner of the wine stall was an old sparrow who liked to point out the world and had seen many so-called masters, it was just a glib tongue. Anyway, no one would care if he scolded or praised him. If he accidentally hit an iron plate and delayed making money, it would not be good in the end.
Fortunately, the young master didn't argue with him about the lie and continued to drink. This made the owner of the wine stall feel relieved. He didn't dare to boast anymore and went to stand behind the cabinet, carefully guessing who this young man was.
He stared at the long and short sabers hanging from the young master's waist. Tsk tsk, what a rare good saber.
Could he really be the son of a powerful Beiliang family?
However, he had never heard of any famous sects or martial arts families in Beiliang. Ever since the death of the previous generation's Spear Immortal, Wang Xiu, Beiliang did not have any capable experts. In that poor place, Beiliang's 300,000 cavalrymen were the most frightening. It was said that the scholars, rangers, and the like were all very ordinary. No one stood out.
The curtains of the two carriages had been lifted. Murong Tonghuang and Murong Wuzhu both looked at the silent His Royal Highness and felt somewhat confused.
Princess Jing 'an Pei Nanwei had seen many different faces of His Royal Highness, but she had never seen Hsu Fengnian at this place. He didn't say anything, didn't smile, and didn't grieve. Unexpectedly, he made people feel inexplicably worried, like a child who had made a mistake.
A child?
Pei Nanwei sneered. Could a child walk out of the reeds outside Xiangfan City alive? Could he turn the whole Bull Gang upside down? Could he make Zhao Danping of Mount Longhu rush back to the Taoist Master's residence from the capital?
But why did he put two bowls and drink that cheap pot of yellow wine?
The pot of wine was not big to begin with. Fortunately, the bowls were also small. However, he only poured five bowls at most. After drinking three bowls, the young master only had one bowl left, excluding the bowl on the table to his right.
The bowls touched, and he still drank it all in one gulp.
In the eyes of the wine stall's owner, the young man who was somewhat mysterious narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be drinking to his heart's content and was slightly tipsy. He muttered, "Old Huang, when I was chatting with you, I asked you what was the style of an expert. What did you say?"
"That's right, it's an expert who can make the clouds of the Ninth Heaven fall and the waters of the Four Seas rise. You said that a person with this kind of ability is a real expert. You're talking about that old monster Wang from Martial Emperor City. Judging from his age, he should have this kind of ability. But you clearly know that old monster Wang is about to become an immortal, so why did you come here to ask for a beating? Didn't you always say that when we walk the Jianghu, we should run if we can't win, and when the situation is critical, we should run away? "
Unknowingly, Old Man Li got off the carriage and walked towards the wine stall. He directly sat down and scolded, "Little Xu, what nonsense are you talking about? If you don't have the guts, then scram with your tail between your legs. You're embarrassing This Old Man by staying here?"
The wine stall's owner was shocked by the dirty old man's carelessness. He was very puzzled as to why this armless old coachman didn't even have the slightest sense of seniority.
What was even stranger was that the young man didn't get angry. He only said softly, "Otherwise …?"
The old man wearing the sheepskin coat glanced at the city wall filled with martial weapons. He sneered and said, "Let me remind you out of kindness. No matter what you do, This Old Man promised Xu Xiao that he would protect you from death."
That young man used his finger to point at the city wall. He could vaguely see a purple-black box. He smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything big. With my little weight, I can't do anything big. I just want to take this bowl of wine and go there to take a look."
The wine stall's owner subconsciously rolled his eyes. This outsider was an outsider. He didn't know the rules at all and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. How could ordinary people go up the city wall? For almost sixty years, how many people wanted to force their way up the city wall but were all beaten down? He had been doing business here for more than ten years. He had seen some so-called experts who didn't know what was good for them and wanted to directly float up the city wall. Without exception, they all didn't have a good ending. Before they could leap up fifty to sixty feet, they would provoke the experts in the inner city to attack them. They were all like kites without wind and fell to their deaths at the foot of the wall. They couldn't be more dead. How were the Sword God Đồng Thái and Cao Qingyi's skills? What was their status in Jianghu? It was rumored that when they challenged the City Lord a few years ago, didn't they have to follow the rules and go up the martial tower level by level?
In the eyes of the wine stall's owner, the one-armed old man who was an eyesore smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that?"
After the young man heard that, he slowly stood up and picked up the bowl of wine. He turned his head and said to Blue Bird, "You all wait here."
Pei Nanwei widened her limpid eyes. It was unbelievable. Was this guy crazy? Even a woman outside of the Jianghu like her knew that there was a Second Under Heaven in the inner city.
On this day, on the bustling streets of the Martial Emperor City, all the visitors and citizens of the Martial Emperor City saw an unforgettable scene. A handsome young man walked with a bowl in his hand and said in a clear voice, "Wang Xianzhi, may I ask what is meant by the clouds of the Ninth Heaven drooping down, and what is meant by the waters of the four seas standing up?!"
This sentence was said with vigorous inner energy, and it echoed through half of the city.
Immediately after, according to the estimates of the busybodies, there were at least one thousand and nine hundred swords that were unsheathed at the same time and hung in the sky.
And this magnificent phenomenon was caused by a one-armed old man who had been alone in the Jianghu for too many years. "Wang Xianzhi! Li Chungang is here to visit the Eastern Sea. I want to borrow this city of swords to fight with you! "
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