The teahouse owner was chewing on a piece of broken silver. When he saw the teeth marks on the silver, a smile bloomed on his face. In the past, when he sold tea, the profit was as thin as paper. Most of the time, he sold to neighbors who knew him well, so he couldn't bear to be ruthless. Today, he had earned a lot of silver from two plates of meat and two pots of wine. When he went back home in the evening, he would claim credit for it with his wife. Perhaps his wife, who looked coarse but had a huge butt, would do some work. He would ask her to sit on top of him obediently and grind the two plump pieces of meat on the millstone. Usually, when he had sex, this woman would just lie there with her arms and legs spread out. He finally felt some pleasure, but suddenly heard her thunder-like snoring, which was extremely depressing. It was said that blessings never come in pairs. Today, God opened his eyes. A Young Master with a saber with a mixed accent had just left, and before the old Confucian scholar had left, a large group of men and women with noble auras had arrived. There were seven or eight of them. One of them, a woman with a sword, was so beautiful that the teahouse owner's eyes almost popped out. The teahouse owner could be considered a remnant of the Southern Tang Dynasty. His whole family had fled to this stepmother's Yanhuiguan. His father had long passed away with hatred, so he had long forgotten about the family sacrifice. Most of the time, when he burned incense, he absent-mindedly said a few trivial words to bless his business and was too lazy to mention anything about the Spring and Autumn Period or Southern Tang Dynasty. It had been many years since he had thought about the lotus pond under the humid climate in the south. When the sky was clear after the rain, there was a green lotus standing tall and graceful. The woman in front of him really made people feel ashamed of their inferiority, so he couldn't even have any evil thoughts about her. In Yanhuiguan, there were all kinds of people coming and going. It was the first time for him to see such a stunning beauty.
The teahouse owner, who was in a good mood, shouted enthusiastically. When he heard that an elegant middle-aged swordsman in yellow only asked for eight bowls of tea, he didn't mind. She was a feast for the eyes. If he could get a closer look at the woman, who was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, he didn't mind at all. Traveling beyond the Great Wall, no matter how good the foundation of a beauty was, her charm would be reduced by half by the yellow sand and the scorching sun. How could she be as moist as the one in front of him, who could make him feel refreshed just by looking at her?
His master, Wu Miaozai, was the yellow-clothed swordsman who had asked to buy the tea. Wang Weixue had a wide range of friends in the sect and was already familiar with the people in the room. This was especially true for Martial Uncle Huang, who was as beautiful as a green lotus. Back then, the latter was annoyed by Wang Weixue's pestering and made Wang Weixue bedridden for half a year with just three strikes of his sword. This incident had caused a huge commotion. The Martial Uncle Huang was a direct disciple of the Chess Manor, while the woman with the surname Huang, who came from a poor family, was a popular candidate to be the next Mansion Master of the Sword Manor. Originally, the Sword Manor intended to ground her for half a year so that everyone would have a way out. However, the Martial Uncle Wang Yong personally wrote a letter of apology to the woman. After that, Wang Weixue jumped out of bed and didn't hold a grudge. Instead, his relationship with Martial Uncle Huang had improved slightly. Wang Weixue, who was known for his extravagance, didn't speak to his master. Instead, he looked at a muscular woman with dark skin and said with a smile, "Martial Uncle Yi Zhu, my master is stingy and stingy. Why don't we order a portion of braised beef and make them drool?"
The woman had a coarse appearance to begin with. Next to the woman in a green dress and embroidered shoes, who had her hair tied up with a red sandalwood hairpin, she looked even uglier. Furthermore, the name 'Yi Zhu' sounded like sarcasm. Fortunately, the dark-skinned woman's breadth of mind wasn't inferior to men. She waved her hand and said, "As long as it's your treat, Martial Uncle won't say anything."
Wu Miaozai laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry about scarcity, but worry about uneven distribution. You're a disciple who favors outsiders. We won't make you poor! Other than your Martial Uncle Huang, treat each of us to a plate of braised beef. Boss, is there enough beef? "
The teahouse owner didn't give these fat sheep a chance to go back on their word. He ran to the back to chop the beef and shouted as he ran, "There's enough!"
Wang Weixue glanced at the old scholar sitting in the corner. He retracted his gaze and said softly, "I spent money to buy information at Yanmen Pass. The Beiliang people who came from Tumbling Horse Pass are all from the Fish-dragon Gang in Lingzhou. They're a small gang with at most two to three hundred people. The gang leader's surname is Liu. The one who led the way this time, Liu Nerong, is the granddaughter of the gang leader. There's nothing suspicious about this group of people. They definitely don't know Old Gu Tou. However, there's a young man with a saber in the Fish-dragon Gang. He's a little strange. According to the senior brothers, after they came back, they saw a genuine 'Legend of Gong Yang' on the ground. At that time, what I saw was Old Gu Tou escaping with the Qingfu Sword Canon on the cover of the 'Legend of Gong Yang'. The man with the saber chased after him and said that he wanted to acknowledge a master. After that, he said that he didn't know what happened. I deliberately threw a piece of Snake Wall to this guy. I hope that more people will talk and make this guy reveal himself. "
The yellow-clothed Wu Miaozai had an elegant appearance. He was a man with a beautiful beard. When a man reached forty years old, as long as he had a temperament, he would be a real flower. Mature women were more picky than little girls. This was the only thing that they liked. He twirled his beard with two fingers and said with a smile, "A shrimp crossing the river can't even take care of himself. We don't need to be distracted. This' Qingfu Sword Canon 'from the Wu family's sword tomb is extremely precious. However, what makes our Chess and Sword Music School even more curious is that other than this top-notch sword riding classic, there are three or four other secret manuals that entered the border at almost the same time. If the mastermind wants to do this, it will be interesting. West Lake Shidi, what do you think? "
The man who was as thin as a monkey but dressed in luxurious brocade clothes looked completely different from Wu Miaozai. He held an iron Ruyi in his hand, but his eyes were clear and cold. He had a kind of dignity that could only be felt without being angry. He smiled slowly and said, "East Deity Shixiong, you are blind. With my one-track mind, I can only find that guy surnamed Song and kill him with the iron Ruyi."
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