The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 545

It was near Xu time.

The setting sun left the last touch of tenderness on the vermilion plaque, and reluctantly left.

The plaque is engraved with four thin black characters that seem to be splashed with ink - Hongchen Inn.

The end of the world is wind and sand.

The story of the world of mortals is called caring.

Before reaching the end of the world, how can we see wind and sand.

If you don't enter the world of mortals, you don't know how to care.

The Red Dust Inn falls in the red dust of the city, but it is the home of the people of the rivers and lakes.

In Zhongzhou, it is not uncommon for inns to be run by Jianghu people or have Jianghu background.

Therefore, less than a hundred days ago, Hongchen Inn was still just an ordinary inn.

Until it became a blockbuster at the Hundred Flowers Conference and became famous, countless people with their own goals came one after another in the open and in the dark.

If it weren't for the fear of the imperial court's attitude, the threshold of the inn would have been trampled to pieces within a month.

In the past month, when the overall situation in the rivers and lakes is relatively relaxed, the inn has gradually returned to its former tranquility.

The scale of the inn is not only not small, but also comparable to the well-known big inns in the big cities of Youjing and Gusu, but it is located in a small town, and the cost is not the same.

The inn has a maximum of three floors, divided into east and west chambers, and north and south yards. There are a total of one hundred and eight houses with different functions and different sizes.

Like most inns, the first floor of the south courtyard of the inn is used as a canteen and restaurant, which not only serves the entire inn, but also attracts diners.

At this point in time, there were only two tables with a total of four guests left in the lobby.

Two of them were passers-by from the rivers and lakes, they had just finished their dinner, they had already packed their bags, and asked the storekeeper to prepare some dry food, as if they wanted to hurry on the road at night.

On the other table were two dark-skinned brawny men wearing sweat towels.

They are servants in the mine outside the town, and they worked harder today, so they met here to reward themselves on the way home.

There are three reasons why I chose this inn, which is said to be quite famous in Jianghu recently, for three reasons. It is convenient, convenient and inexpensive.

After the food was eaten, the wine and meat entered the intestines, and they were in high spirits, the two of them talked more and more, and their voices became louder, and the topics were even more confusing.

But it was nothing more than nagging about the parents, shaking his head with a wry smile, and drinking three cups.

Breaking off the anecdotes I heard, have fun together, and have another bowl.

The big man with the square face patted his thigh and sighed sadly: "Oh, my wife is good in everything, but she gave birth to three children, but she didn't have a baby. The old man is always worried that the family line will be broken, but this If I live longer, I really can't afford to support this family!"

Although the sharp-mouthed man drank a lot of wine, he did not forget that every household must have a leader to carry on the family line these days. He wanted to let the old brother not worry too much, but in the end he could only comfort him: "Talk to the old man. This is not to say that it is born at birth, you can't act too hastily, right, take it easy first."

Accompanied by the square-faced man, he drank more than half a bowl, and then said: "Probably it's a woman who can't do it, but I've been with you for so many years, and I still have to live with it. I really can't... marry another?"

The square-faced man repeatedly waved his hands and said: "This, this is not allowed. We are not from the family of those officials and lords. Whether we can afford to marry or not is another matter. Just say that this old man has only had one woman in his life, my mother, and I want to have one more than him. Maybe kick me out of the house."

"Then take it slow, slow it down." The sharp-mouthed man saw that his proposal was not adopted, and he didn't insist on it. He suddenly remembered the story told by the foreman in the mine yesterday, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Ziliu sucked up the wine in the bowl, and said sadly: "This world is really unfair. Look at those officials and second-generation ancestors in Beijing, which one is not three wives and four concubines, but Nalu who sneaked out of the city the day before yesterday The youngest of the family has already tasted the taste of seven wives, and even said that he will go to the south of the Yangtze River to get more wives!"

Doom!

When the square-faced man heard the sharp-mouthed man mentioning this matter, he felt rather annoyed, and he didn't realize how much commotion he had caused by turning the wine bowl upside down on the table.

The two Jianghu people were receiving dry food from the second-hand bag, and they squinted at this when they heard the sound.

As Jianghu people, they naturally knew more about the cause and effect of what the two of them mentioned. They couldn't help but feel vulgar about the two miners who lingered on the superficial level. Before they walked out of the inn, they went around the table to confront them The man made a sneering salute.

Fortunately, the two miners were enjoying themselves and didn't feel the contempt from the Jianghu people at all, otherwise they would inevitably be pointed at their noses and ridiculed.

All the movements, not big or small, fell into the eyes of the waiter who was tidying up the dishes, and the woman who was sitting quietly behind the counter with a pair of white and slender hands.

The woman sighed secretly, although she has various identities, they are all people who work hard in the world of mortals, why should they rely on the little knowledge gained by their identities to be pretentious?

While shaking the round fan lightly, the woman shifted her gaze to Xiao Er who had cleaned the tables and chairs.

Xiao Er is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, his face seems to be sallow, his brows are blunt at first glance, his clothes are already soaked in the steaming heat after only half a day of hard work, and his face is full of fatigue.

Seeing this, the woman called softly: "Luoba, it's getting late, go to the back hall to have dinner first, go to rest early, I'll just watch here."

Xiaoer paused when he heard the words, glanced at the sky, then at the back hall, and finally at the counter, said a little uneasy: "But, the time has not yet come, and Tudou hasn't come to change shifts yet."

The woman smiled and said softly: "It's okay, there is only one table of guests, my sister can handle it well, Tudou will come over in a short time."

Xiaoer, who was called Carrot, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Well, okay...thank you, Sister Sushou."

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After filling his stomach and taking a comfortable bath, Carrot lay down on the bed and stretched himself.

It seems that as long as you close your eyes, you can enter the sweet and gentle land.

He has become more and more accustomed to the current pace of life.

However, even though such days were fulfilling, his heart could not be at ease.

This is not his world. Of course, if he can really get rid of his original identity completely, he will be willing to come to think of it.

But he was born with no choice, and the burden on his shoulders was too heavy.

As if feeling that the room was too stuffy, he sat up, walked to the window, and opened the window facing the inner courtyard.

Fortunately, the wind has not been boiled during these summer nights during the Great Heat.

Accompanied by the cool breeze, tonight will still be a peaceful dream.

Just when he was about to go back to bed, he caught a glimpse of a person pouring himself a drink by the stone table under the tree in the inner courtyard.

Slightly squinting his eyes, after identifying who was under the mottled shadow of the tree, he hesitated again and again, and finally pulled himself together and walked out of the house.

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"Carrot has something to ask."

After approaching the stone table within three feet, Luo Bo respectfully bowed to the person under the tree as a disciple.

The man under the tree had a wide forehead and narrow eyes, and the sparse moonlight shone on his silver hair, which made people feel an illusion.

It seemed that this man who was especially gentle and heart-warming towards his own people, but always put on an arrogant and indifferent attitude towards others, was covered in wounds and pitiful.

"Sit." The man seemed a little surprised that the taciturn boy would take the initiative to come to him, and smiled gently, "Would you like a drink too?"

Luobo sat down cautiously, and replied, "I'm not very good at drinking."

The man smiled, his pair of thin eyes were like the moon hooked in the sky, and said: "I'll just ask casually, if you really want to drink, I have to run to get another cup."

Carrot quickly waved his hand, "I'm not thirsty."

Then he mustered up his courage and wanted to emphasize his intention to come.

But the man put his hand on his shoulder, patted it lightly, and said: "You have done a good job usually, you should learn to let yourself relax at the right time, don't tire yourself out."

Radish said: "Yes, master."

The man asked: "You want to ask, why are we going to help the two pavilion masters of Tingyu Pavilion?"

(End of this chapter)