Several bartenders saw Nangong Haotian in a white shirt holding a sword and looking very impressive. They hurriedly came over and flicked the dust off Nangong Haotian's body. Their flattering smiles made him speechless.
The other two people were already looking upstairs. They raised their voices and sang loudly: "A young hero, a private seat on the third floor!"
As soon as the singing ended, there were several cheers from above.
Nangong Haotian entered the restaurant and found that the first floor was already full, so he had to walk up the stairs to the second floor.
When we reached the second floor, the lights were much brighter than those below, and the tables and chairs were painted red, and the seats were all lacquered stools. The furnishings were a bit more luxurious than those downstairs. The antique flavor reminded Nangong Haotian that he was no longer on the second floor.
Fifteenth century.
Nangong Haotian touched his nose and felt that he was neither a wealthy official nor a martial arts master and celebrity, so there was no need to waste money on the third floor surrounded by music and music and picturesque lights.
At this time, I saw that although there were 70 to 80% seats on the second floor, there were still empty tables, so I walked slowly over and found a place nearby to sit down.
When the bartender saw him, he quickly came over with a smile on his face.
However, when Nangong Haotian looked around the whole building, he found that the whole building was completely silent, and all the drinkers looked at him with surprised eyes.
In particular, there were four drinkers at a table not far away. One of them, a middle-aged Hanako, gave him a cold look and hurriedly walked downstairs.
When Nangong Haotian saw him, he knew something was wrong. Although he felt that the middle-aged Huazi was quite hostile to him, since the other party did not express it clearly, he could not stop him from questioning him.
And Nangong Haotian is no longer a helpless person. No matter what moves, the next step is.
At this moment, the bartender who came over was already standing in front of Nangong Haotian's table with a smile on his face, and asked respectfully: "Sir, what kind of vegetables do you want to serve?"
Nangong Haotian was still thinking about the middle-aged Hua Zi who hurried downstairs just now. He casually looked at the bartender and waved his hand, and said calmly: "Pick up two delicious side dishes."
The bartender hurriedly asked: "Master, your old wine..."
"Oh!" Nangong Haotian responded. In his mind, he pictured those heroic warriors eating meat and drinking from large bowls, and suddenly said: "Have a pot of Zhuangyuanhong."
When the bartender heard this, he turned around and raised his head, cheering for the food and drinks, and then the whole floor filled with the cheers of several other bartenders.
As the bartender finished speaking, the quiet restaurant began to hear movement and voices, and then they began to talk loudly and casually in twos and threes.
While Nangong Haotian was waiting for the food and drinks, he looked at the drinkers upstairs.
Although there are businessmen and gentry upstairs, most of them are martial arts figures wearing fancy clothes and carrying swords.
Of course, what he paid most attention to were the three drinkers sitting at the same table with the middle-aged Hanako not far away.
Among the three drinkers, two are more rugged and majestic, and one is wearing a moon-white gown, a Confucian scarf on his head, and holding a folding fan. He is completely dressed as a Confucian scholar.
This middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to be only thirty-eight or nineteen years old. He had five long black locks and carefully trimmed eyebrows. He really looked like a scholar.
However, Nangong Haotian could see that in his details, divine light flashed from time to time, and it was obvious that he had extremely deep internal skills. Nangong Haotian couldn't help but secretly sigh that this martial arts world is really full of strong people.
From the look in his eyes, Nangong Haotian obviously had major doubts in his mind, and was frightened, angry and excited.
However, what makes Nangong Haotian most unhappy is that this middle-aged Confucian scholar has never left his eyes since he went upstairs and sat in his seat, especially the sword on his table.
Notice.
"Is it glass? But I don't like it!" Nangong Haotian touched his nose and muttered to himself, having made up his mind to leave here as soon as there was any slight movement.
The other two were rough and strong men, both in their forties. They were wearing green clothes and had a brown beard that required a purple faceplate. The other had cheeks full of beard and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
People with purple faces have rosacea, while people with dark faces have eyes like bells - yes.
The four eyes of these two rough figures were looking at him, Nangong Haotian, up and down without scruples.
At this moment, among the loud talk, someone suddenly heard someone say: "Brother, don't look at it, just keep talking. Don't worry, it won't be that kid..."
Another person lowered his voice slightly and said worriedly: "No, it is very similar to the legend I heard, especially the sword he put on the table."
Although Nangong Haotian heard it, he didn't mind because he was not the only one with a sword in the restaurant.
However, I heard another person ask in confusion: "Brother, what's different about his sword?"
"Didn't you see that his sword was wrapped in cloth?" The man who lowered his voice just now said unhappily.
Nangong Haotian was shocked when he heard this, and then he started to pay attention.
The fiery red sword body and exaggerated and gorgeous shape of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword made Nangong Haotian feel that it was too eye-catching. In order to prevent others from discovering it, he wrapped it with a cloth, but in this restaurant, it seemed that he was the only one with his sword.
It's wrapped.
After all, for Nangong Haotian, sword use is not his strong point. Although he knows a few sword skills, he still likes the most famous weapon in his previous life - the heavy sword.
like.
And his thinking was not without purpose, because the Ziyin Divine Sword is a golden giant sword, about one meter and a half long and three feet three wide. It is full of gaps and cannot be said to be sharp, but it has a majestic feeling.
That's what Nangong Haotian likes.
It is said that the weapon used by the sword demon Dugu Qiufei who shattered the void back then was a dark iron epee. The epee had no edge, but its breathtaking momentum made Nangong Haotian unable to put it down.
He is also looking forward to how bold it will be to use the Ziyin Divine Sword when he reaches the fifth level of the training stage.
Although the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword is good, it is not the type that Nangong Haotian likes. Moreover, in Nangong Haotian's heart, the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword is extremely lacking in sharpness and is really not a sword.
At the moment of thinking, the person who asked the question said disapprovingly: "What's so strange about wrapping it in cloth? He cares about his sword. I've seen this many times."
"Keep your voice down, be careful if he hears it. Don't forget, not only is the scabbard wrapped in cloth, but he is also wearing a white shirt." The man who lowered his voice just now lowered his voice and said angrily.
Nangong Haotian was shocked when he heard that. At this time, he was sure that he was talking about him, but he didn't show anything wrong and still didn't look back.