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Everyone was already a little confused at this moment, but the same thing was that they were extremely dissatisfied with the price.

"Hmph, okay, Kuang will see if your price is true. If not, I, Kuang Dao, will take you to the Hall of Justice!"

Immediately, Crazy Blade spoke seriously and took a step forward.

"Hero, you know the rules of my store, please don't break them!"

Mr. Carbon spoke softly.

"What are you asking?"

When Kuang Dao heard this, he didn't pay much attention and asked directly.

"Why do you want to eat?"

The carbon leader looked at Crazy Blade and asked.

Why do you want to eat?

Why do you want to eat? Needless to say, of course it’s because I’m hungry!

Everyone had a strange expression.

Kuang Dao said without any hesitation: "Tong Xin, the official of Baiyin City, enslaved the people. Kuang Mou killed him three days ago. He ran all the way and finally arrived at Ping'an City. He was tired from traveling and even hungry. He wanted to find a restaurant to relax. I want to eat some wine and food, but when I see your dirty shop, I want to try it! What’s so different about your food? If you try to deceive everyone, I won’t let you go!”

As he spoke, Crazy Blade's eyes widened in anger.

Everyone was attracted by the wooden sign of the restaurant and didn't pay attention to it. At this moment, they discovered that Kuang Dao was indeed dusty, his face looked extremely tired, and his left arm was tied with a white cloth. He was obviously injured.

Mr. Tan nodded immediately: "Hero, you are the one destined for our store! Please!"

Crazy Blade was also a little stunned by this, and did not think much about following the carbon leader.

At this moment, the shop door is wide open and the room is bright. Everyone can clearly see that there are only three tables in the restaurant.

Under the arrangement of Chief Carbon, Crazy Blade sat at the first table on the left.

At this moment, the cook Fat San also walked in with excitement.

It was finally his turn to show off his skills, and he was naturally excited.

Kuang Dao immediately spoke: "Kang wants to eat..."

"Hero, what dish do you want to eat? The master will personally decide for you!"

At this moment, Mr. Tan smiled lightly again.

What happens inside the tavern can be clearly seen by people outside the door.

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised. After entering the tavern, they couldn't order their own food. What's the point?

At this moment, the cook had walked to the green curtain leading to Chu Yan's door, and put his ear against it. Soon, the light in his eyes changed, he nodded frequently, and then ran into the kitchen.

At this moment, everyone is wondering, who is behind the green curtain? Could it be the mysterious shopkeeper of this tavern?

Soon, in less than half a stick of incense, the cook came out.

"Please use it slowly!"

He walked up to Crazy Blade and put the thing in his hand on the table.

When everyone saw it, their eyes widened immediately.

Kuang Dao became even more angry and grabbed Fat San: "You bastard, this is indeed a black shop. You sell just a bowl of white porridge for a hundred taels of silver. Go to the Hall of Justice with Kuang!"

The people watching outside were also angry. A bowl of white porridge sold for one hundred taels of silver. This was simply uglier than a black shop!

"This hero hasn't tasted this dish yet, why do you speak like this?"

Chief Carbon said immediately.

When Kuang Dao heard this, he frowned slightly, let go of Fat San and said, "Okay, Kuang, let's see if this plain porridge of yours can be anything special!"

As he spoke, Kuang Dao drank the entire bowl of porridge.

After drinking, he was about to get angry, but Xia Yike's whole body shook suddenly, and his face showed an expression he had never seen before.

"This, my injury, I..."

Crazy Blade found that a wave of heat rolled in his stomach and poured into his internal organs. The two external injuries on his body healed quickly.

Even the internal injuries caused by being hit by a palm healed instantly.

All the feeling of fatigue disappeared.

Finally, what made Crazy Sword the most ecstatic was that the hidden disease in his body, the old injury left many years ago, was actually recovered.

At this moment, Crazy Sword suddenly returned to its peak state.

He took off the white cloth on his arm, and the scar had healed.

"My injuries are all healed, all healed..."

At this moment, Crazy Blade roared with excitement.

The people outside the door who were also mocking him were speechless at this moment.

No matter how stupid they were, they could still see what was going on. A bowl of white porridge made all the injuries on Da Xia Kuang Dao heal instantly. This was simply...

"Kang Mou apologizes deeply for being rude to my benefactor just now!"

Crazy Blade immediately said solemnly to Fat San.

"This, no need, no need..."

Fat San just heard Chu Yan tell him to make this porridge, but he didn't expect that this porridge could have such effects.

Kuang Dao continued to say excitedly: "Thank you so much for the porridge, if not..."

"Here, no, no, hero, I'm just a cook. How to make this dish, and why I chose this dish, are all the words of the shopkeeper!"

Fat San didn't dare to take credit, so he said immediately.

Kuang Dao's eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed deeply to the green curtain at the back of the tavern in front of him three times. After bowing three times, he spoke: "A doctor once said that Kuang wouldn't live to be forty years old, and this porridge can cure Kuang's hidden disease. , Kuang Mou is no longer sick, let alone a hundred taels, this porridge is worth even a thousand and twenty thousand taels. Kuang Mou has nothing to repay, if my benefactor needs it in the future, I only need to say a word!"

Three bows, one promise!

For people like Crazy Sword who are relatively wild, this is already a very rare thing.

Everyone present was shocked.

No one thought that this bowl of porridge could have such heaven-defying effects. One hundred taels seemed like too little.

"It's a fate, no need to say thank you!"

A young voice came from behind the green curtain.

Everyone was a little surprised, how could the shopkeeper's voice be so young.

After Kuang Dao thanked him again and again, he left a hundred taels of silver and left.

In this way, at this moment, no one dared to have any doubts about the food of Xunyuan Tavern. The laughter at the beginning had long since disappeared.

"I want to eat porridge too!"

"I also have one hundred taels of silver here, and I want to eat it too!"

"Shopkeeper, I have a hidden illness that won't be cured for a long time. I hope you can do it, shopkeeper!"

…

For a moment, everyone went crazy, running out of money one by one and rushing into the tavern.

"Everyone, the first dish today has been sold out. Moreover, if you want to eat the dish, you must be someone who has a connection with our restaurant, and the specific dish must be decided by the shopkeeper!"

At this moment, the carbon leader spoke.

When everyone heard this, their eyes showed regret.

But they also saw that this tavern was definitely extraordinary and the rules would never be broken easily.

The cook, Fat San, was the most excited at the moment. He walked to his wooden sign and crossed out the first dish.

Today, only two dishes remain unsold.

Everyone can now imagine that the first dish worth a hundred taels has such a heaven-defying effect, so how terrifying will the second dish worth a thousand taels be?

Everyone has already experienced the extraordinary nature of this tavern, and now they can't help but focus on the last wooden sign.

It clearly states:

Every day, only say three paragraphs!

The first paragraph, one hundred taels of silver!

The second paragraph, a thousand taels of silver!

The third paragraph, ten thousand taels of silver!

You can't get it unless you are destined.

Still like this?

It’s just wine and food. Why is this Duan Shu so expensive?

No matter how good the story is, no matter how powerful the storyteller is, the most a book can cost is ten taels of silver, but here it costs at least a hundred taels. This is simply ridiculously expensive.

“It’s so expensive to listen to Duan Shu!”

"Listening to books is nothing more than entertainment, at this price!"

"It's not easy to judge this matter!"

…

Everyone couldn't help but started talking.

For a time, no one chose to spend one hundred taels to listen to the book.

However, there are many people who want to drink and eat the second course.

But every time, after answering the question, the carbon leader shook his head.

Mr. Tan knows what kind of people his master needs, and these people in front of him are all destined.

More and more people gathered in the tavern, and eventually the street was blocked.

"Father, father, I want to hear, I want to hear the story!"

I saw a child of seven or eight years old, pulling a middle-aged man with a majestic face in a brocade robe, and walked in.

The middle-aged man looked at the wooden sign in front of Lao Zhang, his eyes changed slightly, and then he looked at the child: "Do you really want to listen?"

"I want to listen, I want to listen!"

The kid said immediately.

"This old man, tell me why books are so expensive. Is a book of a hundred taels of silver really worth this price?"

The middle-aged man looked at Lao Zhang and whispered.

"This is the head of the Hall of Justice!"

"Justice, it's him!"

"I didn't expect the Lord Justice to be here too!"

…

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the appearance of the middle-aged man.

Because, the man in front of him is the only judicial authority in Ping An City, the head of the Judiciary Hall, the Chief Justice.

This person is extremely upright, and everything he handles is admirable. If not, he would not become the hall master.

It can be said that in the entire Ping An City, apart from the city lord, the judge has the highest status in the hearts of everyone.

Lao Zhang straightened his back at this moment. If he was still a little nervous just now, he was full of confidence at this moment. He said: "My shopkeeper tells Lao Chenzhi's story. Each one can be remembered for centuries. This price is not exaggerated!"

Wait, is it from the shopkeeper again?

The owner is not just a winemaker, not just a master chef, but also a master storyteller?