The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 When Liang Yan came out of Baili Mansion, the sky was completely dark. He took Ah Dai all the way out of Xicheng District and came to the place where mortals lived in Zhiyuan City.

　　 The two spent a while in the city, and finally stopped in front of a restaurant called "Drunk Xianglou".

　　 Actually, it's not that Liang Yan wants to find a place to eat. He has been in cultivation for many years. As long as there is spiritual power in his body, he can communicate with the world and be self-sufficient.

　　 It's just that the dumb next to him is still a mortal body. Although the martial artist has a good body, he still needs to eat.

　　 Liang Yan led Ah Dai into the "Drunken Fragrant House", and saw that the hall was overcrowded. There were traffickers and pawns as well as literati and sorrows. Here, they called friends, pushed cups and changed cups.

　　 Liang Yan smiled slightly, and thought in his heart: "It seems that this ‘Drunken Fragrant House’ has good craftsmanship and reasonable prices. This can attract so many diners of different identities."

At this time, a young man dressed as a man came forward and asked Liang Yan enthusiastically: "The two guest officers have worked hard all the way. There are still vacant seats at the west end by the window. Where to clean up?"

　　 Liang Yan smiled at this and waved his hand: "No, take us to the second floor lounge."

　　 "Good! Two distinguished guests, please go upstairs!"

　　 The guy opened his eyebrows and smiled, and his attitude towards Liang Yan and Liang Yan became more respectful. He nodded and bowed while leading the way for the two of them. He didn't know that he thought it was a dog leg in Liang Yan's house.

　　 In fact, people who often come to eat here know that the lobby on the first floor is where the ordinary people eat, while the second floor lounge requires additional money, but the environment is better than the first floor, and it is not as noisy as the first floor.

　　 As for the third floor, they are all private rooms, where there are basically some banquets for officials with status.

　　 Liang Yan wanted to be quiet and didn't care about this little money in the world, so he let this guy lead them all the way to the second floor. Sure enough, this place is much better than the hustle and bustle of the first floor. Only a dozen people of all sizes eat here. The guy led them to sit down at an empty table in the middle, and arranged for someone to wipe the table and set the dishes. Then he asked with a smile:

　　 "What do you need to order?"

　　 Liang Yan was too lazy to read it carefully, so he ordered: "Take the best dishes in your menu once, and then some fruits and vegetables, and two pots of shochu."

　　 "Okay! Wait a minute for two!"

　　 The guy agreed, and immediately went downstairs with joy and arranged to go.

After a while, someone served various dishes, and I have to say that the craftsmanship of this "Zuixianglou" is really good, especially the signature dish "Drunken Chicken", which makes Liang Yan, a person with good cooking skills and picky eyes, also The index finger moved vigorously.

　　 But he only tasted every dish, but the dumb was unceremonious, like a wind rolling cloud, eating a table full of dishes.

　　 Liang Yan knew that as a martial artist, he had an amazing appetite, so he was not surprised. On the contrary, he called Xiao Er and added a few dishes on the table.

　　 Just when the two were eating and drinking like this, they heard a gavel, and then a man full of breath came out from behind a screen:

　　 "The martial arts are chaotic times, and heroes are born in large numbers. How many swords, lights, swords and shadows are there? How many grievances and hatreds? The past winners and losers are now talking about a certain tree, a fan and a pot of wine!

　　 Liang Yan was stunned for a while, quite confused. But among the diners who eat here, there are regulars who come here often. Only one person laughed and said: "Mr. Tan, you can count it. Let's wait for your place this month, but we have been waiting for a long time!"

　　 At this time, the screen slowly opened, revealing a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing a gray robe. And beside him, there was a pretty and pretty woman with double braids on her head, who was eighteen years old.

The middle-aged man known as "Mr. Tan" smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and slapped the gavel, and then said: "Thank you for the support of Mr. Zhao, the boss of Tongbao Bank! Last time we talked about the three heroes and Li Jing, Hong Fu Nu’s grievances, and with the demise of the Zhao Kingdom and the Tang Dynasty, as well as the sacrifices of Li Jing and Hong Fu Nu, the once heroic and martial artist, the **** squeaker who was once heroic and outstanding in martial arts, became indifferent and became incognito.... ...."

　　 Mr. Tan hadn’t finished speaking, and one person in the audience echoed: “It’s a pity! It’s a pity that the bearded students are not at the right time, and they are so good at martial arts that they can’t use them. It’s a godless eye.”

"Haha, it turned out to be a martial artist of the Golden Dragon Escort! Speaking of your poisonous dragon sword technique is also unpredictable and varied. If you talk about the real combat power, you will certainly not lose to the shackles by much!" Mr. Tan eyes both eyes. He squinted and happily praised the person who had just interrupted.

　　 "Where is it! It's just a fake name!" The martial artist waved his hand and laughed quickly: "How can Wu's district micro-momentary trick be compared with the great master of the Five Kingdoms of Megatron, Hahaha!"

　　 Liang Yan turned his head to look, and saw that this martial artist was wearing a black suit with a long knife on his back. Although he was humble in his mouth, his eyes and brows were full of smiles. Obviously he was very satisfied with Mr. Tan's flattery.

Mr. Tan smiled at this moment, then turned the subject, and said loudly to the people in the field: "Last time we talked about the great master of Zhao Guo, the bearded man, and his rough life. Today we will talk about Wu today. A disaster in the national martial arts!"

　　He paused~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said: "Do you guys know the famous Northwest Mitaka?"

"Naturally know!" At this time someone said in an interface: "Xie Jianxing, Wang Hongyuan, Tu Baihu, these three are all famous people in the green forest. They originally sat in the top three positions of the Feiying Gang, the first bandit gang in Mobei. Later,' Qi Xia' Fan Zhongyan picked up the Flying Eagle Gang, and the three of them have since abandoned the evil and followed the good, and sincerely belonged to Fan Daxia's command."

　　 "Brother Chen is right!" Mr. Tan smiled slightly, and suddenly slapped the gavel in his hand.

Snapped!

"But just a month ago, Xie Jianxing's family was slaughtered with a hundred and eight mouths. The death was terrible. There was no complete skin on his body and body, and there were broken corpses everywhere. Later, the government of Tongzhou City sent people to search the entire Shuiyuezhuang. Did not find a complete body!"

　　 hiss!

　　 As soon as Mr. Tan said this, everyone in the room took a breath.

　　 "This...who did this, killing people all over the house is already infuriating between humans and gods! If you don't even leave a whole body, I'm afraid this is going to be condemned?" Someone on the scene said.

　　 Another person said: "Xie Jianxing martial arts is not bad, I have studied martial arts in Puhua Temple for ten years before, and a set of ruthless palms is even more powerful in Mobei. Surely there is more than one person who committed the crime?"

　　 "No!"

At this time, Mr. Tan folded a fan in his hand, and said slowly: "Although these people have their own miserable deaths, they all have one obvious thing in common. That is, being cut in the middle, and judging from the knife edge, they should It was done by one person!"

　　 "Cut up and cut?"

　　 Liang Yan frowned when he heard this.