There are mixed peanut trees and flocks of orioles flying around.
The land of the South is in its prime time.
On the side of Fudong Street in Fuzhou, Fujian, stands a tall and spacious restaurant. On the door plaque are the four official Chinese characters "Fuzhou Old Shop" written vigorously and powerfully.
A gust of warm wind blew by, blowing up the wine cover hanging on the street corner, and bursts of meaty and winey aroma also overflowed and dispersed in the air. In this spring season, everyone walking on the road felt drunk after smelling it.
The restaurant was even more lively, with people from all walks of life and religions coming and going. Some were clamoring for food, some were chatting about interesting things, and some were discussing anecdotes from the world. It can be described as a variety of things.
"Have you heard? There was a death at Fuwei Escort Agency last night."
One man made such a remark, and the people around him began to talk among themselves and chatter with each other.
"Who doesn't know? The news spread this morning."
"The ones who died were Officer Shi and Officer Zheng, right?"
"Not only that, I heard that Mr. Lin sent out twenty-two escorts last night in order to find out the murderer of these two people, but many more died!"
"So many? Aren't all of them dead?"
"What's that? It's suspenseful enough!"
"Xuanhu?"
"Isn't it just a dead person?
What kind of dead people have you not seen in Fuwei Escort Agency?"
An old man hissed, looked around, and whispered: "The person is dead, but there are no wounds on the body. It's just hanging here!"
Some people say that this is a ghost seeking life,"
Ghosts have been a mysterious topic since ancient times. Whenever they appear, they are followed by murders and everyone looks horrified.
The pretending man smiled coldly and said: "What kind of ghost is asking for your life? It's obviously a vendetta.
Fuwei Escort Agency has been in existence for three generations and has spread far and wide. Its business covers Fujian, Jiangxi, Hunan, Hubei, Shandong and Hebei provinces. It is the leading escort agency south of the Yangtze River.
Along the way, they have made countless enemies!"
"That's right. I heard that not only were the two big flagpoles in front of Fuwei Escort cut down, but even the eyes of the mighty yellow lion embroidered on the flag were gouged out.
The word "wei" in the four characters "Fuwei Escort Agency" on the other flag has also been gouged out.
This kind of approach is obviously someone who deliberately picked the signboard of "Fuwei Escort Agency"!"
Everyone nodded when they heard this, and someone else said: "However, Mr. Lin's 'Seventy-two Ways of Evil-Repelling Sword Technique' is unparalleled in the world, and it is not a vegetarian.
I heard someone said that not only the escorts from the Fuwei Escort Agency died last night, but some outsiders also died!"
When the man said this, he felt sad and his expression was very unnatural.
"Outsiders? Was it Mr. Lin's fault?"
"I don't know, but there are many heroes who kill people when they disagree with each other. Maybe they can't stand this group of people, so they kill people. Who knows, I only heard that those outsiders are from Sichuan!"
"How to say?"
"Last night someone heard that group of people cursing, calling themselves 'Lao Tzu', and also calling others 'turtle sons'. Where else can this kind of statement be used except in the middle of Sichuan?"
"Too!"
At this moment, I suddenly heard a call from the waiter outside the door: "Master, please come inside!"
Everyone couldn't help but turn around and saw a man in black being welcomed into the store by a waiter.
He is thin and tall, with a long sword in his arms and a red gourd containing wine tied around his waist. He looks like a good drinker at first sight.
Looking at his angular face, slanted eyebrows, piercing eyes, a slightly dusty look on his face, a slightly worn robe, and a few grass thorns in his hair, this image should have been that of a poor man living in the world.
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But his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were gleaming with slits, like the cold moon on a cold night, sharp and bright, making him look extremely cold, as if he were a zombie stepping out of a coffin.
"Let's have a Buddha jumping over the wall, bad fish, pork belly mixed with pearls, a fat chicken, three big bowls of rice, and a jar of high-quality bamboo leaves!"
As soon as the man in black sat down and opened his mouth, everyone was startled.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
Good guy, what an appetite!
Just as we were talking about heroes, here comes one!
Even those who are not familiar with martial arts know that those who practice martial arts have a much larger appetite than ordinary people.
And he put the long sword on the table from his arms, and saw that the scabbard was very beautifully made and inlaid with more than a dozen gems. Especially the guard of the sword was inlaid with a bright emerald, which was shining.
In this world, you dare to hold such a sword and parade through the city. If the hand is not strong enough, can it be retained?
"May I ask if this gentleman has ever met Mr. Lin, the head of the Fuwei Escort Agency?"
An old man stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but ask.
The young man in black's eyes flashed, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "In the early years, when I was in poverty, Mr. Lin gave me a good meal and gave me a hundred taels of silver!"
Everyone couldn't help but nodded.
Lin Zhennan of the Fuwei Escort Agency is not only highly skilled in martial arts, he is also generous and generous to his friends. People on the Green Forest Road buy into his account and do not touch his escorts.
Almost everyone in Fuzhou City knows it.
However, some people think that Lin Zhennan's loyalty and wealth are true, but this young man looks only twenty years old. In his early years, Lin Zhennan gave him a hundred taels of silver, so what is his purpose?
Could it be that he is really a living Bodhisattva?
While thinking about it, the wine and food ordered by the young man in black were already on the table. Although the wine was fragrant, he only poured a glass and took a small sip. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was savoring the aroma of the wine.
After a long while, I took a few bites of vegetables and chewed them carefully. After another long while, I picked up the rice, picked up the vegetables with one hand, and stuffed it into my mouth.
Yes, it's just stuffy.
At this time, when he ate, it was as if he just swallowed it without even chewing.
No one knew that the man in black was not savoring the aroma of the wine or tasting the dishes, but was checking whether there was anything else in the wine dishes.
After the test was correct, he let go and feasted, because there might be a fight later, and he had to eat and drink enough.
But everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded. They all thought that she looked very delicate, but the food appearance was really unflattering. It was as if she had just crawled out of the ground and hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes.
In just a moment, the table of food was swept away by the man in black with the speed of the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
At this time, he looked a little strange. He drank wine very slowly and kept looking at the door, as if he was waiting for someone.
About half an hour later, a clutter of footsteps was heard outside the door.
Someone looked through the thin window paper and saw the trembling heads outside. Then, a man's voice rang out: "My dear, please surround this restaurant first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen men in green clothes rushed in, holding long swords, and stood on both sides. Each of these people had a white cloth wrapped around their heads. They seemed to be dressed elegantly, but their legs were bare, and their feet were barefoot.
Earless hemp shoes.
Some well-informed people know that most Sichuan people are dressed like this, with white cloths on their heads. This is because when Zhuge Liang died, the Sichuan people paid tribute to him. Marquis Wu loved him deeply, so even after a thousand years, the white cloths still remained on their heads.
At this time, the restaurant gradually became quiet. Only the man in black was still drinking leisurely, with the same expression as before, ignoring everyone else.
"I'm Yu Renhao from the Qingcheng faction. You were the one who left a message last night asking my master to come here?"
The speaker slowly walked in from the door. He was a young man, wearing a green shirt, with a sword hanging from his waist. He had a long face, about twenty-three or four years old. He had a good face, but his eyebrows were full of arrogance, which made people uncomfortable.
Comfortable.
"ah!"
Someone in the restaurant couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Heroes, Four Beauties of Qingcheng" is widely circulated in the world.
Anyone with a little knowledge knows that this refers to the four most famous disciples of Qingcheng Sect leader Yu Canghai: Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, Yu Renhao, and Luo Renjie.
Among the younger generation in the world, except for a few outstanding figures such as Huashan disciple Linghu Chong, they are more famous than the "Four Beauties of Qingcheng", and it is difficult for others to compare with them.