The sudden rain and wind are coming and going quickly.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the clouds were clear and the sun was clear. Su Changmo held an umbrella and a food box, and the two still had a chat without a word.

Su Changmo heard a lot and said little, but he really didn't know how to answer.

According to the man, he and his parents were old acquaintances. His father was also a wanderer in the world in his early years. The two were close friends. Later, his father settled in a small town. When he was born, this person had also been here, so he was considered an old acquaintance with him.

Then there were a lot of old things.

How did he and his father sleep in the streets without any money, and how did they help him when they saw injustice?

Su Changmo listened very carefully to everything, remembered it very well, and didn't believe much.

Su Changmo wanted to refute some things, but he couldn't speak until his mouth.

Just like why when I encounter difficult things, my father turns around and runs away and stands up? Why do you always turn the tide when my father is beaten with a bruised nose and a bruised face?

Su Changmo felt that these things were unreliable, but they were really because there were too few things about their parents in his memory, and he wanted to tell them speechlessly, but Su Changmo was sure that his father would not be like that! Although his memory was vague, his back was up to the sky and stood on the ground.

After the man held his hands, he was excited every time he talked about his spirit, then he focused his mind and remained silent, staring at the young man's heart, watching the childish villain remembered it with his heart, looking at the doubts, joy and loss, the corners of the man's mouth raised and felt comforted.

The story is a true story, and it doesn’t matter whether it is a correct one.

In the town government office, there were dozens of men, women, young and old sitting in the left and right, holding their breath and concentrating, and a man with a sword on his back slowly walked in.

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Along the way, the people who returned from climbing high were also bustling. Eight out of ten people fell into the rooster. The boys were a little sympathetic and a little thankful, and tightened the paper umbrella in their arms.

Seeing the restaurant from afar, Su Changmo felt a tightening heart. There was a young man wearing gorgeous clothes, bent down, and slid his sword.

Su Changmo stepped up his pace, and the man in blue looked calm.

When he arrived at the restaurant in one breath, Su Changmo was a little puzzled. The young man didn't move, like a stone sculpture. How long have he been standing here? Why didn't anyone come out to see it? It's said that there are people in the restaurant.

Su Changmo turned to the boy and was about to open his mouth, but when he turned right, his brows frowned, and an indescribable aura seemed to be like a mountain tilting down, and Su Changmo bent down a little, holding his breath in his chest, unable to exhale, shut up inexplicably, fleeing into the restaurant, panting like a cow.

The man in blue kept changing his face and was always by his side. Seeing Su Changmo entering the restaurant, he raised his footsteps and passed by the boy. The boy held the knife and tightened his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

In the restaurant, Su Changmo was slightly surprised. Uncle Lao Guai was lying on a rattan chair next to the counter, closing his eyes and shaking his fan. The four waiters in the shop were also scattered everywhere in the shop, looking panicked.

There were not many guests at the wine table, five tables and fourteen people.

The three tables were residents of the town, and their clothes were a little wet. Maybe they were sheltering from the rain. The other two tables were all strangers, one table was three people, a young man in purple sat with his eyes closed, with a nine-dragon circling with his cuffs. A man with blond hair and white eyebrows beside him, not old and serious. The other table was an old and a young man with a slightly pale face, and there were still some unwiped mud stains on the corner of his white clothes. The old man put his arm on the wine table, stepped on the stool and smashed his mouth.

Everyone glanced at the boy in purple without saying a word.

The entire restaurant can be heard.

Su Changmo took two steps to the rattan chair, bent down and called Uncle.

The man didn't open his eyes and waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry, young men fight, just have fun, look at something, tables, chairs, benches, and if they break, they'll be compensated according to the price." The last few words were slightly higher.

Su Changmo stood up helplessly and sighed in his heart: Come again, are you really not afraid of being a noble person one day and shooting himself in the foot?

Whenever a restaurant fights, Lao Guai never cares about it. He wants to smash the people who fight. After the compensation is paid, the price is extremely high, and he doesn't even let go of a torn cloth. Each compensation can support the restaurant's income for two or three months.

When I met a poor family who could not provide compensation for the time being, I was allowed to pay on credit, and I would give it a portion every month and finish it within a year. For this reason, I said many things to the people in the town, but Uncle Lao Guai didn't care at all and still did his own thing.

However, in recent years, the town has lost too much money. No matter how drunk he is, he has to endure it and leave this door. These foreigners are afraid that they will bleed again today.

It would be great if I came back early, and I could still remind me. Thinking of this, Su Changmo turned his head and the man in green had already sat down. I don’t know when he asked for wine. He should have drunk several glasses. Seeing Su Changmo turn his head, the man raised his glass and greeted him with a smile.

Su Changmo was amused and crying.

After looking at the inside and outside the store, Su Changmo shook his head and moved to the counter. The boy beside him was kind and tall, in his early twenties. Su Changmo remembered that this person was a restaurant clerk. He only knew that he was named Chu Xing, who beat a young orphan, and had a life of dependence on a younger sister. He was kind, but he was taciturn on his daily life.

"What's going on?" Su Changmo asked quietly with his head down.

Chu Xing glanced at Lao Guai Uncle and replied in a low voice: "We don't understand very much. These guests first entered the restaurant and were talking and laughing, and kept praising our wine for being delicious. There were three or four jars of wine on each table, but they all wanted the most expensive Eighteen Immortals, and they were not the ones who were short of money at first glance."

"As I was drinking, a piece of sycamore leaves floated in the store. The boy in purple and the boy outside the door were next to the table, sitting opposite each other, reaching out to pick it up at the same time, and they both struggled and didn't let go. I went to rescue the siege, and I just picked up another one, but I won't do it anymore, tear apart one? Well, the two of them looked like they were eating people, and they stared at me, mom, scaring me to death. As a result, Uncle Laoguai said: If you don't accept a fight, whoever wins will win, it's not a big deal, Moji! As a result, the two of them are like this."

Su Changmo held his forehead with his hand and glanced at the rattan chair. What a sin!

The boy continued to say, "People in big places change their faces really quickly. Who would have thought that those who introduced each other to greet each other a moment ago could draw their swords to face each other in the next moment,

Seeing the pale boy, the boy in purple and the boy with the knife were about to take action in the store. The boy in white went to pull the stand. Unexpectedly, the boy in sword kicked the guy to the mud outside the door with one kick. Can you believe that the boy in sword kicked the guy to the mud outside the door? He had too much temper and strong, and then walked out the door by himself, but the boy in purple did not move at all. He stood at the door, for three or four hours, and during this period, he said something: The longer the time, the more he could not take the boy in purple, don't end up, you have to use his life to take it. He was so divine, as if he was so powerful."

The more Su Changmo heard the brows, the tighter he frowned. What's wrong with this person today? After looking around, the young man smiled bitterly. Can't he really wait like this?

Chu Xing said intermittently, "who is the last name of those people?" He looked down at the table, his eyes dodged, fearing that he would listen to those people.

Su Changmo felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The boy in purple clothes, Chu Xuan, the boy outside the door, Xiao An of the Fengmo Tower, the boy in white clothes and whiter than the clothes, had a whiter name: Baiyang, the old man in Xieyuepo. From beginning to end, he did not reveal his name.

Although Su Changmo was born in a small town and had never seen the outside world, he knew the truth from the stories he heard. The storyteller was a bookcase that even the teacher in a private school praised.

The names of these people are extraordinary. In the book, they must be at least the heroes of the martial arts world who fly over the eaves and walls, breaking mountains and cracking stones. This is the name! That is why they are called.

Su Changmo looked worried: Don’t miss the front. When you meet the legendary figures in the martial arts world, those people are all cold-blooded masters. Life and death are just a thought. It shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t be. There is no such young master, it should be the young master of the rich businessman in the government... Uncle Lao Guai, Uncle Lao Guai, why do you love money so much!

Su Changmo shook his head, his face changed red and white, and the man in blue smiled.

Not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of the fact that, I can’t let the old kidnapped lose his life because of this. Su Changmo was struggling for a long time and leaned over beside the rattan chair: “Uncle---”.

Uncle Laoguai opened his eyes and interrupted Su Changmo's words with a giggle, "It's okay, a few young talents, who are very arrogant and will not be able to pay the debt. Relax your heart and don't discourage the young men's elegance."

Su Changmo sighed and leaned against the counter.

The boy in purple stood up and brushed his sleeves, raised his eyelids slightly: "It's the limit?"

The boy outside the restaurant, his voice was loud: "You are looking for death, no wonder others are there."

The boy in purple raised his hand and signaled that the boy holding the knife pulled his back and drew his sword. The sword body was cold, like a divine rainbow, slashing down obliquely.

Su Changmo couldn't help but hug her head and closed her eyes. She thought the store was a broken table, and she dinged. Unexpectedly, except for a soft hum, the wind was calm. Su Changmo opened her eyes and let out a long breath. The boy in purple seemed to have taken a step back. The knife outside the door had already returned to the sheath, and the previous posture was again.

Su Changmo was about to glance at the man in blue. In the light of the light, the young man's sword light was bright again and said intimately: Come again!

Before he could do anything, a golden light slashed down on his head. Su Changmo was stunned and disheartened. He was not far from the boy in purple. In this situation, he would probably be divided into two by one knife...

In the moments, the sword light disappeared, interrupting Su Changmo's random thoughts. The boy outside the door knelt on one knee and leaned on the ground with a knife. The man in purple took four or five steps back and his throat moved slightly.

Su Changmo was in a mess. Is this... two children of aristocratic families playing here to show off their power? Or...

It doesn’t look like a master, it doesn’t look like a storyteller at all! No matter how high a master is, he has to fight, at least he has to hit him!

Su Changmo sighed, thankfully, but a little disappointed. He glanced at Uncle Laoguai, sat on the rattan chair with a stinging face, and his mouth was as pursed as the waning moon.

There was no surprise when I was losing money, otherwise I was afraid that it was not just a matter of not having money to earn. I walked to the counter and pulled Chu Xing, who was squatting under the counter. The honest boy looked shy. It was because the two boys were too loud before, and they were both scared. Unexpectedly, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small.

Since the first time a boy drew his sword, except for the man in green and Chu Xuan Baiyang at the two tables, the rest of the drinkers and restaurant waiters all shrank and hugged their heads, and then they opened their eyes and looked around.

Su Changmo found it a little funny, and he was not the least courageous!

Su Changmo took a look at the purple-clothed boy named Chu Xuan intentionally or unintentionally.

During the second sword, in a daze, he looked at the boy's eyes, purple lightning was like a ray of light, stunning people's hearts.

The boy outside the door had already led his horse away, with a hunchbacked figure, very sluggish, a little stubborn, a little abilities, but he should have read books. He drew his sword twice, and his name was simply domineering, "Three Mountains" and "Five Mountains".

Su Changmo looked at the boy named Bai Yang, and didn't know if the kick was still hurt. However, when he looked at the boy's eyes, he looked bright and his eyes were shining.

Everyone in the restaurant looked at each other, speechless for a moment. Seeing the big bustle, why did they act like it? Thinking about the actions of everyone just now, they were ashamed and angry as they were full of resentment.

The waiter and the drinker all cut off Chu Xuan Baiyang's two tables with vicious eyes.

The atmosphere was stagnant, but the blonde man beside Chu Xuan took the lead in speaking: "The Demon-Feng Dao is known as one of the three swords in the world. In recent years, it has a vague idea of ​​being honored by the Zhonglingju Kui Kyu. You can take two swords at this level. Although you have severe injuries, it is not bad." The young man lowered his head and said, "Uncle Xie Bing praises, Xuan'er is still far from it."

The white-eyed man took a sip of wine and said, "I am about to break the mirror. I am vaguely half a level higher than the person and I am seriously injured. I am so embarrassed to say it's not bad." His words were full of disdain.

The young man in purple stood up and bowed deeply, and said in panic: "What the ancestor said is that Xuan'er is embarrassing."

The blonde man was also a little embarrassed and stopped talking. Compared with the person in front of him, he really didn't seem to be enough.

People are slight and they are wrong in saying anything!

The young Chu Xuan was even more frightened. His father was in his ancestral land once a day. He had been begging for more than half a year before he invited the ancestor to come out of seclusion. It was very difficult for him to protect his great struggle.

Furthermore, this ancestor is really hard to understand. It is said that the last time he came out of seclusion, he was the sect leader, asking for guidance to help Longyuan cultivate genius seeds that had been cultivated for eighteen years. Who knew that when he met, he slapped it with a few words and said something, and then he became angry. No one dared to speak out from the Longyuan. Therefore, it was a great blessing that the ancestor could accompany him to walk through this trip.

The young man who was not afraid of the sword came towards him, then returned to the stool stiffly after the old man Baimei signaled to sit down. Su Changmo was stunned and his head was as big as a fight.

It was all the time to be fooled, but I pretended to be scolded. The drinkers in the town couldn't stand it. They booed and everyone stood up to pay the bill. Before leaving, they didn't forget to snort coldly: What's the matter!

The three of them were not angry at the dinner table, but they all looked at Su Changmo, which made the boy feel scared.

Uncle Laoguai grinned for a while and finally got up, looked out the window, walked upstairs, wasting his feelings, it was useless, it was better to sleep.

The waiters in the restaurant were stunned. There was nothing to say about such a depressing and unbearable atmosphere? The shopkeeper was still as free and easy as ever!

Just as he raised his feet upstairs, the young man in purple stood up and bowed and said, "I have arrived here for the first time. Several inns and restaurants are full. Today it is late, so I wonder if I can check in here?" His words were appropriate, neither humble nor arrogant.

Su Changmo turned around, and the old Guai uncle lay on the handrail of the stairs and smiled meaningfully, "There are some young men who are unparalleled in style. Today I have opened my eyes. If you want to live, just give money. Just prepare silver. For our family, there are some rooms, but the price is high! Ordinary rich children can't bear it!"

Su Changmo was a little confused. Why was Uncle Lao Guai so sarcastic today? He was eager to free up his house as long as he had money to earn.

"Thank you, the shopkeeper." The young man sat down.

"The old man also accepts a favor and stays in this store temporarily." The old man next to the young man in white held a wine glass and signaled to the stairs, and drank it all in one go.

"And I." The man in green also echoed.
To be continued...