Jiang Shao Mansion Yaoyuelou

"Shopkeeper Yun, come two jars of Qingyue wine!" Xie Xiaoyun, wearing a tattered Taoist suit, leaned against the counter of the restaurant, ignored the disgusting eyes of others, took out a few pieces of silver and wiped them on the clothes, spread them on the counter, and said with a smile: "Calculate the money I owe before, and pay the rest slowly, give me the wine first."

"Where is the Taoist priest making money again?"

Yun Bingqing casually made a fuss, collected the silver ounces, looked up at Xie Xiaoyun, waved helplessly to the waiter beside him, and then began to fiddle with the abacus in his hand.

She was very beautiful, with skin as cream, eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and every frown and smile was fascinating. She tied her hair into a bun, and the rest was like clouds behind her shoulders. A few strands of hair brushed across her white jade-like face. Although she did not use any makeup, she was really a charming figure.

"Hey! The stinky Taoist priest! It blocks my view!"

"After taking the wine, hurry up and go to the door and drink! Don't be annoying here!"

"That's it! Get out of here! Are you worthy of appreciating Manager Yun's face?"

The drinkers in the lobby became noisy and urged Xie Xiaoyun to leave quickly. The familiar drinkers even picked up the chicken legs on the table and smashed them at Xie Xiaoyun.

He didn't care about everyone's words and scolding. Xie Xiaoyun caught the flying chicken leg without looking back, tearing off a piece of chicken with big mouthfuls, and started to smacking.

"Thank you!"

After taking the two jars of wine handed over by the friend, Xie Xiaoyun turned his gaze away from Yun Bingqing's face, waved his hand to thank the winery who threw the chicken legs, walked out of the restaurant, skillfully climbed over the railing next to the main entrance stairs, sat down at the corner, hugged the jar and drank it.

"Hey! For the sake of paying back your debt today, this pack of bacon will be given to you for drinking!"

After a while, Yun Bingqing's nice voice sounded, and followed by a small paper bag that was thrown away.

Holding the paper bag with one hand, Xie Xiaoyun looked up at the sound, and saw Yun Bingqing wearing a gorgeous red smoke and clouds skirt. Under her graceful figure, her curves were graceful. However, although her red clothes were like fire, she was beautiful but not charming when she wore Yun Bingqing, and her eyes were as lively as autumn water. Xie Xiaoyun was also a little crazy in an instant.

When he recalled it, Yun Bingqing had already entered the building to entertain guests.

He smiled and took a deep breath with the paper bag close to his nose. He carefully opened the wrapped bacon. Xie Xiaoyun ate it with a sip of wine and meat. After eating, he carefully folded the paper bag and put it in his arms, as if he had received some treasure.

"Hey! Brother Tong! This shopkeeper Yun is really amazing. Brothers are really not bullying me. Although the food and food are expensive, it's worth it at just this glance!" In the Yaoyue Tower, a young man in a gorgeous shirt and extraordinary temperament started chatting with his companions.

"That's right, brother, can I cheat you? Brother Zhuo and all the junior brothers came from afar. Of course, I want to show you the current characteristics of our Jiang Shao Mansion. This shopkeeper Yun, named Song Qingyun, is the most popular figure in the city recently. He was originally the only daughter of the shopkeeper Song in the Yuelou. He has been staying in the boudoir. However, because Song Song was seriously ill recently and no one was available, the previous shopkeeper also left and scattered, so he had to take on this stadium alone. He was a fairy-like person and was still unmarried. Every day, the matchmakers can line up to a mile, and the restaurant is full of every day. I don't know how many young men come to drink, just to see the style of shopkeeper Yun." Tong Angong gave Zhuo Yifan a look that even a man understands.

"Fortunately the chef has not left. The cooking and Qingyuejiu in Yaoyuelou are also the best choice for me, Jiang Shao. Except for Shangjing, there are absolutely no other prefectures."

"Hahahaha! Brother Tong understands me. This wine is really wonderful. Although it is a little bitter in the mouth, it is sweet and long-lasting. It is intertwined with sweetness and bitterness, which makes it a unique taste. It is true that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing and waning."

Zhuo Yifan recalled the fine wine at the entrance, looked outside the door, remembered something again, and asked, "By the way, I just saw the beggar coming in, staring at the shopkeeper so straight, but I didn't see the shopkeeper and the waiter driving him away? I gave him two jars of wine?"

"He! A down-and-out Taoist priest! Since Manager Yun took over this restaurant two months ago, he has come to the restaurant to buy wine almost every day, regardless of the weather. He doesn't know where the money comes from. He will see him every day next to the steps at the entrance of the restaurant. This is another great scene in this restaurant." Tong Angong teased.

"Where can a beggar get money? It's just stealing, kidnapping, exploiting beggars." Zhuo Yifan said disdainfully, and then thought about something: "I just saw that the sword he was surrounded by seemed a little extraordinary, and I don't know where it was picked up."

Tong Angong put the last piece of beef on the plate into his mouth, took another sip of wine, savored it, and said with a smile: "That sword is dirty and black, what's so strange? If Brother Zhuo falls in love with me, I will go and ask Brother Zhuo for it. I will give him his usual money. The stinky Taoist priest is happy. This Taoist priest has no martial arts skills, and he doesn't think he can use it to scare the thugs or something at most."

Zhuo Yifan also drank a glass of wine, looked at Manager Yun again, and suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go and have a look!"

"Okay! Shopkeeper, check out!" Tong Angong shouted to the counter, pointing to another table: "This table, together!"

"Guest Master, two tables have a total of 48 taels of silver." A small waitress walked over, looking only ten years old, and said softly with her body bent.

"So expensive! Are you robbing money?" Zhuo Yifan frowned.

"Ke...Ke, our Qingyuelou wine and food are marked with clear prices, why... "

"Oh, it's okay!" Tong Angong interrupted the maid's words with a smile, took out the silver and threw it on the table, and said familiarly: "Xiao Ya, I'll save the remaining wine for the uncle."

Tong Xiaoya immediately smiled respectfully and said, "No problem, Mr. Tong! Mr. Tong, please leave, come again next time!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tong Angong smiled happily, patted Huang Xiaoya's little head, and led Zhuo Yifan out of the restaurant. Several young swordsmen at the table next to him also followed him out.

Zhuo Yifan, who was leaving, lowered his head and saw Xie Xiaoyun sitting on the ground, drinking.

"Master Taoist, can this sword be borrowed next to you?" Zhuo Yifan walked forward, squatted down, and looked at the long sword beside Xie Xiaoyun leaning against the wall. The scabbard was covered with dirty oil flowers and mottled dust, which was as difficult as the people in front of him. However, under the oil flowers and dust, Zhuo Yifan saw the originally exquisite and complex patterns of the sword body. He had used the sword for many years and knew at a glance that this was definitely not an ordinary sword.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaoyun glanced at Zhuo Yifan, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, put down the wine jar in his hand, wiped his greasy hand on his clothes, picked up the sword and handed it to the noble young master in front of him: "Hey! Just take it to see it."

Tong Angong curled his lips disgustedly: "Swish! Just this broken sword is dirty and old. Look at this look, the sword body is probably..."

"Zheng!"

As Zhuo Yifan pulled out the sword, Tong Angong was speechless with his clear sword body shaking for a moment.

"Good sword!"

Zhuo Yifan danced two swords at will, exclaiming, and then an idea came to his mind.

"This sword is absolutely extraordinary. If I can get this sword, the Hundred Sects of the Wulin League this year may be able to squeeze into the top 100 people's list!"
Chapter completed!