Confused Escort Confused Account

The place to spend money is naturally the tavern.

No matter where people have to eat, they will inevitably want to find some wine to drink when they are full, and they will inevitably want to find something to talk about when they are drunk.Therefore, taverns are often the easiest places to inquire about news. Sometimes, a pot of good wine can buy valuable information.

But this time, Zhao Shitu's calculations came to nothing again.

He found the largest tavern in Stone Town and sat in the most conspicuous position in the main hall. He was afraid that others would not see him, so he took out a gleaming silver ingot from his pocket and put it on the table. The fan was shaking vigorously: "Oh, I'm exhausted from this long journey, please trouble the store to prepare a table of good wine and food, so that I can reward my two traveling companions."

But the waiter in the store didn't even look at his money, just nodded in response, and then hurriedly retreated to the back kitchen.

Zhao Shitu felt a little puzzled, it is really strange that people who do business don't care about money, could it be that this small shop is actually very rich?He looked around, and all he saw were simple wooden tables and chairs, faded copper pots, and crooked bowls and chopsticks, which did not look like they were rich.

He frowned and waited until the waiter's side dishes came to the table, he quickly stood up, put his arms around the other's shoulders, and said with a smile on his face: "Little master, wait a moment, I want to ask you about someone."

Unexpectedly, the waiter in the shop quickly turned around as if bitten by a snake, and walked away from him. Seeing the astonishment in his eyes, he quickly lowered his head and said submissively: "I, I'm new here. Not familiar, not familiar..." While muttering, he walked away quickly.

"It's so strange..." Zhao Shitu shook his head again and again, the hand hanging in the air had nowhere to put it, so he could only retract it resentfully.He turned over his wrist, looked at his palm in wonder, and said to himself, "Could it be that my hand is possessed by an evil spirit?"

Like other buildings in Stone Town, the tavern is not large in size. The lower floor is the main hall, with about seven or eight square tables. It is connected to the upper floor by steps against the wall, and the upper floor is narrower.There were only three tables placed horizontally, adding up the upper and lower floors, but there were more than a dozen guests sitting here and there, and the dishes and meals on the tables were almost empty.

In this way, the shop waiter was definitely not hurrying because he was busy, but was deliberately avoiding inquiries.

Not only the shop waiter, but also the guests at other tables did not talk loudly, they were either silent or whispering in a low voice.

The weather was already hot and oppressive, and a strange silence spread under the eaves, as if the gravel had penetrated into the clothes, dry and dry, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Ming Yuezhu said in a low voice: "I'm afraid it's not your problem, but this place is a bit weird."

Zhao Shitu frowned.

At this time, a crisp voice broke the silence: "If you want to ask someone, you can ask me."

The three of them turned their heads at the same time, and saw a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a coarse cloth, with a black ponytail, not as tall as Ming Yuezhu's shoulders, but a pair of black eyes that were bright and agile, piercing and radiant. More leisurely than adults.

Zhao Shitu looked him over: "Who are you, little brat, and where did you come from?"

The boy walked to the table unhurriedly, stretched out one hand, palm up, and raised it in front of Zhao Shitu, tilted his head, and said slowly, "Why should I tell you for nothing?"

Zhao Shitu gritted his teeth, picked up the broken silver recovered by the store from the table, and put it in his palm.

The boy giggled, his eyes bent into two crescents: "My surname is Luo, and my name is "Huan". I live in this stone town."

Zhao Shitu looked at him suspiciously: "Your name is a Chinese name, and you don't look like a person from the Western Regions, and your skin is too white, you look like a young man from the south of the Yangtze River."

The boy pouted, and said: "I have lived here for more than a year, and it's not my fault if I don't get tanned." Seeing that Zhao Shitu still didn't believe it, he spread out the money in his hand and shook it. "Since I took your money, I will tell you the truth. If you don't believe me, just don't ask me."

After saying that, he put the money into his pocket, turned around, took big steps, and walked towards the door without looking back.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Shitu quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back in front of him: "Since I have paid, I believe it. Then I will ask you again, why the people here are unwilling to speak."

The boy didn't answer right away, his dark eyes rolled around, and finally stopped on a table of food, the corners of his mouth slowly raised: "Give me that roast chicken, and I'll tell you."

Roasted chicken is the most expensive dish on the table. The tender chicken is soaked in the rich soup. It has just come out of the pot and has not been touched yet. The skin is burnt and steam is bubbling.

Zhao Shitu swallowed his saliva, clenched his teeth again, finally closed his eyes, waved his hand with difficulty and said, "Take it."

Luo Huan was not polite, and immediately crossed the table with his arms, picked up the plate of roast chicken, and hugged it into his arms.He didn't even use chopsticks, he held the edge of the plate with one hand, and tore off the chicken leg with the other hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The oil on the chicken skin flowed down his fingers, wrapped with the soup, and dripped into the rough cracks of the floor tiles. Zhao Shitu saw it, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.

Luo Huan just ate a few mouthfuls, then threw the leg bone and the meat back into the plate, shook his head and said, "It's a bit overcooked, the skin is too burnt, and the taste is mediocre."

He threw it so hard that the soup on the plate splashed out, leaving a string of brown stains on Zhao Shitu's white sleeve.

Zhao Shitu's heart was about to break, he gritted his teeth and said, "Little devil, you haven't answered my question yet."

Luo Huan threw the plate back on the table, wiped his mouth with his thick cloth sleeve, and turned to the other party: "Okay, I'll tell you. It's not that people here don't want to talk, but they just don't want to talk to outsiders."

"Why is that?"

"It's not easy. People from outside are either robbers or officers and soldiers. They either come to rob us or force us to fight. In short, it's not good, so the people in the town naturally don't want to talk to them. If you don't give me Money, roast chicken for me, and I won't tell you more."

Zhao Shitu thought for a while, seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, and the content of his answer was well-founded, he sighed and said, "It seems that I have no other choice but to ask you."

Luo Huan clasped his hands in front of his chest and nodded with satisfaction: "Don't worry, I've always been generous. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will tell you."

Zhao Shitu leaned forward and said, "Master Luo, I sincerely ask, do you know a doctor named Yan Wuhua?"

Yan Wuhua was the name on the letter sent to Master Yuan.

Luo Huan rolled his eyes: "Of course I know, more than that, Mr. Yan and I live under the same roof, and we are very close."

"Is this true?"

Luo Huan curled his lips and said, "If you don't believe me, then I'll leave..."

"Hey, don't go, don't go," Zhao Shitu hurriedly put his shoulders on the little ancestor's shoulders again, and when the other party turned his head, he cupped his fists respectfully and said, "I am the head of the escort agency, Zhao Shitu, can you please introduce me to Mr. Yan?" , I am here for him."

Luo Huan turned his head, stared at him for a while, and said hesitantly, "Yes, yes, but..."

Zhao Shitu immediately said: "I can pay the money again."

Luo Huan shook his head and said, "I don't want money anymore, but I think this knife is pretty good, if you play with it, I will promise you."

His fingers twirled around, pointing to Shangguan Qing's saber on the corner of the table.

Zhao Shitu's smile froze on his face.

He is also a martial artist, so of course he knows the importance of a weapon to a warrior. Although Shangguanqing's sword is not expensive, it is still carried by him day and night, and it is taken out to sharpen it when there is nothing to do. It shows how much he cherishes it. , How can it be handed over to strangers casually.

Ming Yuezhu saw that the situation was not good, so she hurriedly answered, "Young Xia Luo, I think you are young and in full bloom, why bother to learn how to dance swords like those stinky men, there are good things in this world, such as gold, silver and jade, such as candy and snacks , as long as you want, we can buy it for you."

Luo Huan arched his mouth, thought for a while, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Okay, then I want the clothes worn by big sister."

"You..." Ming Yuezhu was speechless.

The three adults were so helpless by this naughty brat that they all froze in place.All eyes in the room were on them.

"Are you asking or not, hey, it's so boring..." Luo Huan turned around and wanted to leave again.

Ming Yuezhu spoke first, and said behind him: "If you really want it, then it's fine, we..."

Before she could finish her sentence, someone patted her on the shoulder.

Shangguanqing took a step forward, blocked her behind, picked up the saber on the table, and handed it to her.

Luo Huan was also stunned for a moment: "You really want to play with me? Don't go back on your word?"

Shangguanqing nodded.

"Shangguan, you..." Before Ming Yuezhu finished speaking, Luo Huan took the saber bluntly, held it up in front of his eyes, and carefully enjoyed it.

This is indeed a simple knife, without any decoration on the scabbard, it is dark and narrow, with a sharp black light, and it is somewhat similar to Luo Huan's pupils.

Luo Huan's eyebrows sank, and the other hand grabbed the scabbard and pulled it out suddenly. The silver light burst out from the compressed thread like mercury pouring down the ground.

Including Luo Huan, everyone present was stunned.

This should have been an unknown weapon, if it wasn't Shangguanqing's sword,

Along the way, Shangguanqing kept it with her, and sharpened it day and night, which completely changed the appearance of the knife, giving it a new lease of life.Today's blade is thin and sharp, with a clean blue light and unstoppable vigor.

Before being manipulated by Luo Huan, this sharpness had been carefully hidden in the sheath, and it was not easy to show it to others.To polish such a knife, how much water, how many whetstones, and how much effort it takes to polish such a knife, I am afraid that only Shangguanqing himself knows.This sharpness is pure, so it is doubly fierce. The blue light illuminates the smoky room, pushing away the dusky twilight like an overwhelming wave.

No wonder the people in the room were stunned. The people in this tavern were all Jianghu people. They could be indifferent to money, food and drinks, threats and laughter, but they couldn't be indifferent to such a knife.

At this time, Luo Huan acted, and he did something that no one expected.

He raised the knife almost as tall as he was over his head, and threw it toward the window with all his might.

Like a piece of rag, the blade of the knife easily tore through the thick felt paper on the window, broke through the window, flew far outside the house, and inserted itself between the loess on the ground.

"What do you want to do!" Zhao Shitu turned pale with shock.

However, his words were overshadowed by a series of clanging sounds.

The room was full of people as if they had made an appointment, those upstairs and downstairs stood up suddenly from their seats, kicked away the tables and chairs that were in the way, and drew out their weapons.

The bow on the upper floor is full of bowstrings, and the heart of the bow crosses the fence and points to the center of the main hall, where the three outsiders are standing, ready to go.Those downstairs formed a circle at lightning speed, each holding a sword and facing the evil spirit.

They had an appointment at all, if not, how could they act so neatly.

Luo Huan also retreated into the encirclement, without any panic on his face, as if he had expected the coming of this accident long ago.

Under Zhao Shitu's stunned gaze, he took the short sword handed by his companion behind him backhanded, and pointed it straight at the bottom of the opponent's throat, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.