"Dry" and "drink", the sound of the collision of the wine bowl is mixed with the sound of shaking and wafting, accompanied by the fragrance of wine, floating from a dark alley. Recently, monsters in the mountains are rampant, and there is even more golden light in the valley, and the strange fragrance is thrilling, and a strange treasure is probably born. Disciples from major nearby sects and Jianghu Sanjian are scrambling to find out.

The quiet ancient water town, with a large number of heroes pouring in, was like throwing a stone into the quiet lake, rippling, and a fog floated unnaturally over the town, covering every corner of the town.

If you want to say that the business in the town is the best place for the knights to go to is Xiaoyaoju in the west. As soon as you walk into the alley, a faint fragrance of wine comes in the wind, refreshing. It is now four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it is the time for people to go home for dinner after working hard for a day. This is also the most relaxing and comfortable moment for people to walk home in groups of three or five. The setting sun sets on the west side on the ancient earth, shining on their simple smiles and shining with brilliant afterglow. The housewives in the town are busy at home with supper, curling smoke from the smoke rising from the chimneys to the sky, like black dragons rushing straight into the sky, as if to tear the sky apart and roaring the anger in their hearts. The ancient town looks shining brightly under the sunset.

Deep in the alley, there is an antique two-story building. There is a plaque hanging on the entrance of the building, with three large gilded characters "Xiaoyaoju" written on it. It is vigorous and powerful, and the figures are constantly passing through the entrance of the building. A middle-aged woman was holding a papi flower, snow and rain silk in her hand. Her fat face and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised to her cheeks, revealing a big white teeth, showing a flattering smile to the guests coming and going. The fat on her cheeks waved her handkerchief with her thick arms, shaking up and down with exaggerated red and thick lips from time to time, and her mouth was sharp and thin, and she greeted the guests coming and going. "Oh, isn't this Li Daxia?

?You haven't come to our Xiaoyaoju for a day. Come in and invite him. The waiter quickly find a clean private room for Daxia Li, wash his face, and serve him well." He said, turning his heavy body and shouted at the entrance of the building. "Oh, I understand, boss lady." A young man in his twenties dressed in a waiter quickly walked towards the entrance of the building, raised his left hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Daxia Li, please invite him here." A man eight feet tall, carrying a bronze sword on his back, wearing a white young man's robe, and a black cloak covered with a beast cloud. Following the waiter to a private room on the second floor.

The tavern was very lively, and there were often shouts and bragging sounds of bragging and talking about the mountains. A group of people were surrounded by a scattered seat in the center of the tavern. A tall and strong man in the crowd was stretching his neck, stepping on a bamboo stool, and saliva flew away from his mouth. From time to time, people were listening to the vernacular. "You don't know! Hey, a few days ago, you all heard the shocking sky in the Broken Blade Valley.

"Roaring." The big man looked proud and took the opportunity to keep him in a sip of tea. A small young man next to him asked, "What's wrong, you said that." The big man looked at everyone's puzzled expression and felt satisfied. He then said, "That was the disciples of the Sea Dragon Gang and the Dragon Control Valley who worked together to kill the seventh-level monster Bai Ming Golden-winged Zi Qingniu. The battle was so dark that the sky was stained with blood..."

Unlike the chaotic and noisy sounds in front, the kitchen in the tavern looked particularly quiet. A cold man with a thin face and a uniform figure, and a scar on his left cheek was cooking seriously. As the waiter reported the names of the dishes, the man was preparing the ingredients in an orderly manner. The man placed the ingredients on the chopping board and looked at the menu. He wanted to make a stir-fried golden dragon meat below.

The man threw the golden dragon meat for cooking into the air. His clothes were windless, and suddenly a sharp breath burst out from his body. As the man waved the kitchen knife in his hand, a breeze blew up. The kitchen knife in his hand drew an arc in the air, and then quickly drew a cross in the arc. However, more than a dozen sharp sword lights flew towards the golden dragon meat that was about to fall in the air. The meat appeared in the wrapper of the knife light to the texture of the meat itself at a visible level. These dozens of subtle cracks gradually expanded in the extreme drop of the meat. When the meat fell on the cutting board with a thud, the meat piece became more than a dozen pieces of wide, thick, and thin slices as the cracks opened.

The man put down his knife and his breath gradually calmed down. The wind in the yard also stopped, and several fallen leaves floated in the air and fell back to their original position, as if nothing had ever been born. The man prepared the seasoning and looked up at the dark clouds floating outside the yard. A glimmer suddenly flashed in his turbid and dark eyes, and then he returned to silence. He lowered his head and muttered to himself. He didn't know what he was muttering, and then shouted to the waiter behind: "Erzi, it's going to change the sky, collect his clothes quickly."
Chapter completed!