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On a rainy night, three swordsmen came to the small restaurant on the corner of the street. To be precise, they were three killers.

In Jianghu, such people are always indispensable, whether it is to hone their martial arts and swordsmanship, or for money, killing people is what they often do, and there are many masters and famous people in Jianghu who died under their swords.

The three of them came to eat noodles, but the noodles they ate tonight were a bit special.Everyone ordered three bowls of noodles, three big bowls, one bowl of golden flowers, one bowl of silver flowers and one bowl of pearl flowers.

Obviously, they didn't really come to eat noodles.The middle-aged men and women guarding the noodle stall of the restaurant are naturally not the owner and wife of the restaurant, because behind the stove, the boss and the staff are lying there in a coma.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, a man dressed in white with a jade pendant around his waist, like a son of a rich family, strolled over, braved the wind and rain, and came outside the restaurant, but his body was not wet at all.

He didn't seem to notice the weird atmosphere in the restaurant on a rainy night, so he walked over and started to order something.Perhaps because he knew that this small restaurant would not have any delicious food, he was very casual about what he wanted, and he only wanted to order some of what he had, but he needed to cut more dried tofu, and two jugs of wine, any wine was fine.

A middle-aged man pretending to be the boss asked him what kind of noodles he would like to eat, but he said that he only wanted to drink tonight, not noodles.Obviously, he is not the same as the previous three killers, nor is it the middle-aged man and woman who pretended to be the father and wife of the restaurant to wait for.

After sitting down, the rich man chatted with the killer who was at the same table with him, and said that he would buy him a drink, but the killer said he didn't drink.

"Hey, that's fine! Although drinking alone is boring, it's better than drinking without alcohol," the rich man shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair came over, and he also came to eat noodles.It's a pity that he is old after all, and his skills are not good enough. He was defeated by the middle-aged man who pretended to be the owner of the restaurant in the trial match, and was shot down by the opponent's pair of chopsticks. The long sword in his hand.

The gray-haired middle-aged man who picked up the sword gritted his teeth and was about to continue, when the rich man suddenly stood up and stopped him, ready to take him to another place for a drink or two.

The middle-aged man pretending to be the owner of the restaurant wanted to step forward and leave the two of them behind, because what they were planning was very important and they must not reveal anything in advance.

However, the middle-aged woman who pretended to be the proprietress stretched out her hand to stop them, because she knew very well that even if they went together, it would be impossible to keep the man who looked like a rich man.If you act rashly, you are just asking for humiliation.

Just when the middle-aged woman and the other four people explained why they couldn't do it, amidst the sound of hooves, a black horse pulled a carriage that was also black and very inconspicuous in the night, and it also instantly aroused the middle-aged The woman waited for the attention of several people.

"What a horse!" The middle-aged woman with some eyesight immediately saw that the steed was a fine horse.Being able to use such a horse to pull a cart, the identity of the person sitting in the cart must be very unusual.

What's more, the driver is still a master, and the three killers are keenly aware that the white-faced and beardless groom is not an ordinary person.

The groom looks like he is in his 30s at most, but he looks very mature and stable, especially his eyes, which are deep and energetic. When he sees a few people in front of the restaurant, the expression on his face does not fluctuate at all, as if he is looking at some ordinary people. people.

"Your Excellency is also here to eat noodles?" The middle-aged man stepped forward and asked tentatively, while the white-faced and beardless groom turned his head noncommittally to the inside of the carriage and said, "What do you want to eat, my lord?"

"I'm afraid this small place doesn't have any good wine or food," came a casual man's voice from inside the carriage, followed by a pleasant female voice: "Let's find a bigger restaurant and order some specialties. Come and eat!"

"It's so late, why is the restaurant not closed? Go directly to the inn! A better inn, the food and drink should be acceptable," another soft female voice sounded, which made people's hearts itch.

But the man said: "Forget it, we are newcomers, let's make do with the first meal! The food in the small restaurant should also have a special flavor."

While speaking, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a man in a white brocade robe got out of the carriage first, it was Zhou You.And the second daughter who came down next, both looked to be about 30 years old, with charming charm, but they were the blue scorpion in a light blue skirt, and the female concubine in a black dress and light veil.

After Zhou You got off the car, when the middle-aged man was about to go up to greet him, the white-faced groom Sheng Cunxiao went straight to one of the killers with a long, thin face and a long sword with a black handle like a bamboo pole: "Please let me seat!"

"There are three tables and three people here, why do you only ask me to give up?" Hei Zhugan looked at Sheng Cunxiao with raised eyebrows, and said in a cold voice.

"Because I think your swordsmanship should be the best. So, if you don't want to let it go, then draw your sword! Hurry up, my lord doesn't like to wait," Sheng Cunxiao said with a smile.

Hearing Sheng Cunxiao's words, the other four couldn't help but secretly looked at each other with slightly changed expressions, and the black bamboo pole narrowed its eyes slightly, and then drew its sword out of its sheath without hesitation.

Swish... The speed of the black bamboo pole drawing the sword was very fast, and the speed of drawing the sword was even faster, making people feel that the narrow black sword was already piercing towards Sheng Cunxiao's chest.

Keng... However, Sheng Cunxiao's sword was faster, blocking Hei Zhugan's sure-kill sword as if he was the first to strike, forcing Hei Zhugan to stand up and strike again, but the series of fierce and fierce sword moves failed. It was easily blocked by Sheng Cunxiao.

Keng Keng Keng... The sound of gold and iron colliding one after another also made the faces of the people next to him change, and the eyes they looked at Zhou You changed. One of the coachmen under him was so powerful that he was able to fight against the black bamboo pole without falling behind. Wind, what kind of character should its master be?

"Swordsmanship is so fast, it's weird! When did such a master of fast swords appear in the Jianghu?" The middle-aged couple who knew each other saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes.

After seven or eight moves, in the face of Sheng Cunxiao's counterattack, the black bamboo pole that barely blocked his two swords was aimed at the throat by his third sword. A look of horror and fear flashed across: "You...what's your name?"

"Sheng Cunxiao!" Sheng Cunxiao said calmly and retracted his sword, and then said: "Now, can you give up your seat?"

When Heizhugan took a deep breath and was about to get up, Zhou You suddenly walked over and looked at him with a smile, "No need! I think he is pleasing to the eye, so let's sit together!"

"No need, I won't eat the noodles tonight," Hei Zhugan said as he got up and left. When the middle-aged woman was about to call him, Zhou You, who had already sat down, continued, "The poured water Can you take it back? In the same way, you can eat this noodle if you want it, and you can’t eat it if you don’t want it?"

"What do you mean by your Excellency?" Hei Zhugan, whose eyes shrank when he heard this, turned his head and looked at Zhou You with a pause.

He didn't directly answer his Zhou You, but turned to look at the middle-aged woman with a smile and said: "What you are going to do must be extraordinary, otherwise you don't need to hire such a master. Now, he should already know something, don't worry Let him go?"

"Otherwise? Do you want me to kill him?" The middle-aged woman asked back, and then said: "Since you said that, you must know something. Are you here to stop us? Or, you Consistent with our goals?"