As soon as the mutton soup restaurant opened, a lot of diners immediately poured in. There were swordsmen wandering here and some businessmen coming and going. Lu Xuan's mutton soup restaurant is very famous in the town, so there were already a lot of people there before it opened.

Waiting here.

"Two biscuits, two pieces of mutton, and a bowl of soup." The first swordsman who rushed in shouted.

"Hey... you are so rich, why are you willing to eat meat today?" the old man joked to the other party casually. This is a swordsman with a northern Shaanxi accent, named Ma Kui, nicknamed the Life-killing Ghost, from the Tang Dynasty. If he commits a crime, he will run away.

Go to the lawless land of the border to escape the pursuit of the court.

Compared to the current generation of horse bandits and swordsmen who rely on their strength to earn a living, Ma Kui seems to have a certain background, and his swordsmanship is much better than that of ordinary people. But what this person is most famous for is that he will retaliate for his anger and is ruthless. He often kills people for the smallest things.

Death-seeking. That’s why he got the nickname Death-seeking Ghost.

However, in this generation, ruthlessness is not a derogatory term. People who are ruthless and still alive are generally masters. Whether it is a caravan or a gang, they all like to hire such people. Therefore, he spends his life here.

It's okay. But I can't control my lower body, so I always run to the brothel. Most of the money I make is thrown on those bearded girls.

"Haha, I just made a big deal. No, I didn't even go to the old alley. I came here to fill my stomach first."

"What you said makes me feel comfortable. I'll pick a big piece for you." The old man picked two large pieces of mutton and handed them to Ma Kui. He watched the other person take them to the table to eat, then turned to greet the next one.

But as soon as Ma Kui took a bite, he felt something was wrong.

"Old immortal, what the hell is this? You really think I've never eaten mutton." Ma Kui banged the table and stood up with a dissatisfied look on his face. But the old man didn't even raise his eyelids and was busy working.

While talking.

"You have become more capable, Mr. Death Killer. You even know what your last name is."

Ma Kui was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly woke up. He had just made a big deal, and he was so proud that he felt a little swollen for a while. The old man's soft and slow words made him tremble. He glanced at the crowd behind him.

The young man with the mutton soup involuntarily glanced at the sword that was nearly as tall as a person and was leaning beside him.

"No, I just...eat this meat..."

"Not mutton?" Lu Xuan stood up straight and asked seemingly casually.

"It's mutton, it's mutton. It tastes particularly good today...the shopkeeper's good craftsmanship..." After saying that, he sat down and started eating without saying a word. Lu Xuan now opens a mutton soup restaurant, but the people here don't

I have never forgotten that he was once known as the best swordsman in the town.

Ma Kui is a ruthless person and a ruthless knife. But he is not a fool. He is a migrant who relies on his ruthlessness to make a living here. Lu Xuan is said to be a migrant too. But now, he has become a real local. And he runs a town.

The shop with the best location is a real local favorite.

He is ruthless, but he will not seek death casually. In fact, in Damaying, it is an open secret that horse meat is sold as mutton. And most of the time, using horse meat is considered conscientious. Even if it is to get some 'other'

Meat is not impossible.

Business continues. It’s as if the episode just now never happened.

"A piece of mutton and two biscuits."

"Two Hu cakes and a bowl of soup."

“…..”

There are not many people who can afford to eat meat, or who are willing to eat meat. Only those swordsmen who are risking their lives will enjoy it here after making money. There are not many people like Ma Kui who want two pieces of meat at one time.

. On the contrary, the 'mutton soup' sells quite well. Because Lu Xuan added a lot of salt to the soup, this is quite a temptation for these swordsmen. After all, after strenuous activities, salt needs to be added. A large pot of

The mutton soup was all sold out by noon. The large basket of scones was almost sold out too.

At this time, there were not many customers in the mutton soup restaurant. The old man was counting money there. It was said to be money, but in fact there were all kinds of messy things. Except for a small amount of Tang Dynasty coins, the rest were all kinds of miscellaneous items.

Sheep skins, cow skins, wolf skins, horns, and even daggers, machetes and other things. Some of them were stained with blood, and their origins are well known. Lu Xuan has opened a shop here for more than half a year, and there are people who bring horses here to exchange for food.

eat.

The horse was given food for a month. Then the man left and never came back. The town was like this, people came in every day and people left every day. But most of the people who left never came back.

After a while, the last customer got up and left. Lu Xuan and the old man were just about to take a rest when a few more people walked in.

The old man looked up, his face changed slightly, and he motioned to Lu Xuan. Needless to say, Lu Xuan also saw the person coming.

It was a man wearing a white robe with long hair. His hair was also braided with some fine braids. It was considered the prototype of the dreadlocks in the Tang Dynasty. There was an expression on his face that was half-smiling, and his eyes were sharp and revealing.

The Yin Vulture's steps were a bit lazy, but also had a hint of dominance. Even when he was just standing at the door, the noise around him became quieter.

This person is the owner of the town, Mr. An.

Mr. An was followed by two people, one with a bald head and the other with long hair. Both of them had knives hanging on their hands and pressed the handles of the knives. They seemed a little nervous when facing Lu Xuan. Both of them were top-notch masters in Da Ma Camp. They were also Mr. An.

A year ago, when Mr. An first came here, these two people became famous in the town.

Of course, Lu Xuan was also involved. This is also the reason why he was able to get the best store in Damaying. During the time when Mr. An was in charge of Damaying, Lu Xuan made great efforts.

From then on, the two swordsmen beside Mr. An cast a shadow on Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan's horse-cutting sword intimidated the entire Damai camp at that time.

"Why is Mr. An interested in coming to my little place today?" Lu Xuan smiled and walked up.

"Brother Lu, who in the whole Damaying camp doesn't know that the mutton soup you make here is the specialty of my Damaying camp. Even if I whip my cooks there, they can't make it taste like yours."

.No, I’m so greedy that I come to your place for a toothpaste ceremony.”

"Okay, wait a minute. I'll go get ready."

"Hurry up, I came here on an empty stomach."

The two chatted familiarly for a few words. Lu Xuan turned around and went to the kitchen to make mutton soup for Mr. An. Of course, he couldn't fool him with the ones for sale. Lu Xuan shaved off some of the mutton left for himself in the pot and heated it up.
Chapter completed!