In the Zhongzhou of the Great Sui Dynasty, the imperial city of Tiandu. In March, there was a heavy rain on earth.

A dilapidated inn is located in a remote area with heavy rain, about twenty miles away from the Tiandu Imperial City. In the Great Sui River, there are especially many practitioners in the middle realm. Those who are mixed at the bottom cannot afford the silver for accommodation in the imperial city. Most of them will choose to find a dilapidated inn in such a wilderness and rest.

One big and one small, squeezed into an oil-paper umbrella, the raindrops in the sky flowed along the surface of the umbrella and gathered into silver lines, like a waterfall falling. The two of them stood outside the inn, and the lightning flashed, reflecting two fair faces.

The young man, who had a little childishness, held an oil-paper umbrella, hovered outside the wooden door with one hand, hesitated for a moment, and did not rush to push the door in.

It was not until night at this time, but the rain was too heavy. Outside the inn, there was a sharp neighing in the horse shed, and the world was dark, cold and wet.

The boy smiled and said, "Just send it here."

The woman under the umbrella said in a faint voice: "Go and have a look with you."

Ning Yi stood calmly outside the inn.

Pei Fan said coldly: "The second prince was uneasy and gave the Eastern Realm Chang Order and was scheduled to meet at this location. To go to the Northern Realm, there are formations in the imperial city that can be teleported. There are mixed fish and dragons in this inn. I think... he doesn't seem to trust you."

"Give people money to eliminate disasters for others." Ning Yi smiled and said, "It seems that he wants to try my methods and see if I have the ability to eliminate disasters for him."

The girl pursed her lips and looked indifferent.

Ning Yi reached out and pressed Pei Fan's hat, and a pair of sharp eyes were hidden under the soap yarn.

He stuffed the oil-paper umbrella into the girl's hand, stretched out his hands and wrapped it behind his head, tied a thin black gauze in front of him, and chuckled softly: "There are some people who want to make a living inside, and Tianduju, it's not easy..."

Ning Yi paused and said silently to the wooden gate: "I hope everyone can get along well, be safe and harmonious, and this night will be over."

Push the door open.

A pungent fishy smell came out.

The six red candles that were about to burn out, their wicks swayed, were blown by the cold wind outside the house, dim and lightning, accompanied by the lightning outside flashing.

Reflecting the interior of the inn at this moment.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows calmly.

There are six square wooden tables in the inn, two rows and three rows, and twenty-four long benches, with the crowds of people.

On the six large tables, there were densely packed dishes and boiling pots, and scarlet pieces of meat were boiled and rolled with swords and swords. There were about forty or fifty people in the world. As for the sticks and guns that were inconvenient to carry, some were wrapped in cloth strips and some were not, and they all leaned against the wall not far away.

Next to the counter, there was a sleepy tall and thin man with a sunken face and dark eyes. He folded his hands and held his palms on the top of the slender stick, his chin was shaking like a chicken pecking at rice. There were rakes at the bottom of the stick, and there were no inverted nails. It was very opportunistic and stuffed with tattered cloth strips, which were convenient for mopping the floor when pulled, and could clean the inn at any time.

Ning Yi sighed silently in his heart. The idea of ​​this thing is good, but unfortunately the inn was not cleaned. The blood-red water traces were vaguely visible on the ground, winding and winding. The end was at this guy who was dozing off with a stick.

The meeting place given by the second prince is in this inn.

As for the boiling air, I don’t know if it’s the fragrance of the pot…but it smells a bit nauseous when it smells. It’s hard to say if there is any unlucky guy who just got cut and threw it into the pot on the table.

The originally boiling inn suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The girl who had collected the oil paper umbrella closed the umbrella surface, and gently knocked slowly on the threshold of the inn so that the raindrops could flow down the umbrella surface.

Six large tables, forty or fifty pairs of calm and indifferent eyes gathered on the two young people entering the inn.

The girl was still pounding the umbrella face intently, and she didn't care about the eyes that were mostly stuck on her cheeks.

Ning Yi walked to the counter and smiled and tapped the table with his finger.

The tall and thin man who was "sleeping" suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, and there was a turbidity between his eyes, and he didn't know if he could see anything.

In order to avoid causing trouble, Ning Yi turned his back to the six large tables behind him and raised his sleeves slightly. A red rope was tied to his middle finger. The long order of the East Realm Lotus in the cuff was connected, and a small part was slightly exposed at this moment.

He whispered: "Meet tomorrow and spend the night today."

The tall and thin man looked at the slim man with a blank look. When he heard Ning Yi's voice, he immediately realized it and quickly responded with a smile: "Yes, yes. Let's meet tomorrow and spend the night today."

Ning Yi frowned.

He whispered, "How many rooms?"

The tall and thin man replied softly: "There are three rooms in the sky and ten rooms in the earth, and there are thirteen rooms in total."

Ning Yi smiled and said, "I want two."

The tall and thin man shook his head and said, "There is no room left."

Ning Yi raised his head and looked at the second floor where the dilapidated stairs led, and he murmured: "Is there a lot of people living there?"

The tall and thin man smiled and nodded.

Ning Yi sighed, and with a tone of regret, he asked again: "Do you know whose guest I am?"

The tall and thin man nodded, shook his head again, and said softly: "Many people in the East Realm want this opportunity. Mr. Ganlu cherishes his talents. Those who come here tonight want to give it a try, so it doesn't matter who you are. If you have the ability, then after tonight, you will be a guest in the East Realm."

Ning Yi was silent for a moment and said, "So how should I stay overnight?"

The tall and thin man smiled and said, "Customer, if you have the ability, you can go to the second floor to try to open a room to see if they are willing to give up their seats to you. But they advise you to speak kindly, no matter how capable you are, I advise you not to mess with the guests in the Tianzi room. There is a big man who is really coming out of the Holy Mountain of the East."

Ning Yi suddenly realized and said with a smile: "The holy mountain in the East Realm is indeed a big shot. What if I don't have the ability?"

The tall and thin man's expression never fluctuated. At this moment, his tone gradually became cold.

“You can choose to stand on the first floor and spend the night, or…”

He pointed to the pot on the table and said softly: "Or stay in the pot overnight and have a stable sleep."

Ning Yi's smile remains the same.

The girl who was knocking on an umbrella at the entrance door sighed: "I just said that guy is not a good thing, and there is no good thing in the East."

After saying this, the inn was filled with tables, and the burly man looked gloomy. Without exception, he looked at the thin and small girl. The girl opened her arms a little hard, and said softly, "It's raining heavily", and closed the wooden door creaked.

The lights swayed and calmed down.

The light in the inn is not good.

This time, Ning Yi took out a whole piece of the East Realm Lotus Long Order and waved it around in front of the tall and thin man, who was still expressionless.

Ning Yi took back the long order and sighed, thinking that this guy might be a blind man.

After saying this, the man was drowsy again, leaning on the stick, shaking his head, pecking at rice with a chicken on his head, flowing water with a small bridge at the corner of his lips, and looking crazy.

Ning Yi turned around, smiled and smiled at the silent crowd in the inn, "Everyone, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll move a table and lend me a bench. I'll spend it like this tonight, how about it?"

Ning Yi suddenly turned his head.

The waiter suddenly opened his eyes, and a jar of old wine piled up on the counter suddenly exploded, and the wine all over him poured on him.

A long knife shattered the wine jar, and the blade body nailed into the wall, making a clanging sound.

The tall and thin man said expressionlessly: "A jar of wine, ten cents."

The man who threw the long sword withdrew the hand that threw the sword, fell back slightly, and smiled easily, "I'll give you twenty words back when I come back from the North Plateau."

There was no smile on the tall and thin man's face. He stroked his hair and sighed softly: "The rules of the East Realm have always been... pay first and then get the goods. What do you mean, don't have money now?"

Ning Yi stretched out one hand and patted it on the table. After letting go, it turned out to be a ingot of white silver.

Ning Yi chuckled softly and said, "I'll give you ten taels."

The tall and thin man was a little surprised. Although he was blind, he also noticed a trace of strangeness.

Ning Yi said for the last time with a very good temper: "Everyone here, whoever is willing to leave, will have ten taels of silver."

He took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and smiled and said, "Ten breaths, let's consider it for you."

Pei Fan leaned against the inn door. She held an oil-paper umbrella and her back against the wooden door. She felt the storm outside, staring at the faces of the crowd in the inn, ready to open the door at any time to let these ignorant people leave, so as not to become a loser or a dead dog.

The people in the inn did not show their emotions, but they had a vague look in their eyes.

They have been in the world for many years, most of them have never met each other, and some have gathered together at the same table. They have long heard of the news from the East and rushed to Tiandu. In order to go to the "Hongmen Banquet" tonight, Mr. Han Yue's methods are well known to be sinister and reincarnated, but they are in a high position and never break their promises. After tonight, if they can follow the second prince to the northern plateau and seek wealth and danger, they can return to the East and have no worries about food and clothing in the second half of their lives. This is a great opportunity for carp to jump over the Dragon Gate.

At this moment, it seemed that the young man with a heavy sword sheath was like a young master born and raised in Tiandu. He also carried a maid with him. He was arrogant, but he couldn't even go to the second floor. How could he be considered a distinguished guest in the East?

The wealth is not revealed, and they want a thousand taels more than ten taels, and perhaps more.

The last young master was cooking in the pot... the body was still hot.

Ten breaths passed quickly.

Ning Yi silently counted one.

He took back the silver note and said softly: "Time is up, it seems that it's not so much."

He leaned against the counter and removed the "Sui World, Sword Qi Walking" from behind, slowly stopped on the ground, twisted his wrist slightly, and made a crackling sound of stir-fried beans.

The waiter suddenly raised his eyebrows and showed doubts.
Chapter completed!