[Comprehensive martial arts] I'm sick to take drugs

This morning, Yan Liang and Pang Yu came to the restaurant to set up a stall with tables and chairs as usual. Pang Yu greeted the shopkeeper familiarly and ran to the backyard to move the tables and chairs. Yan Liang stood at the door waiting for him, chatting with the restaurant shopkeeper by the way Two sentences.

The shopkeeper looked at Pang Yu's back and said with a smile, "You're a good guy."

After all, Pang Yu has been pampered and raised for 16 years, and his speech and demeanor reveal the unique temperament of rich people-for example, he struggles to eat coarse grains and coarse cakes, and even does simple jobs in a mess.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant traveled all over the country when he was young, and he had seen a lot. He guessed that he was picked up by Yan Liang when he was living on the street because of a sudden change in his family.

Most children from rich families often cannot accept the reality when they fall into poverty. Most of them complain about others and complain about injustice, and few people can recognize the reality clearly.

Yan Liang smiled, and was about to speak when a sound of hoofbeats sounded, and the three horses stopped at the door with waves of dust.The young man in the lead rode a tall maroon horse and frowned as he looked at the restaurant. Seeing this, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him: "This guest officer..."

The young man's appearance is extraordinary, his eyes are like a cold pool, but what catches the eye is a centipede scar across it on his right forehead, which adds a bit of evil spirit to him, making him seem unreasonable.The shopkeeper's heart trembled, and he lowered his posture more cautiously.After seeing enough, the young man got off his horse, threw the reins of the horse to another person, strode into the restaurant, and told the shopkeeper, "Serve one of your signature dishes here."

The voice of the youth is unique, like the voice of jade, but cold like the west wind in winter.

Yan Liang stood at the door and looked at the young man, watching him walking towards the second floor, when Pang Yu ran over carrying the table and chairs, he paused when he heard the sound, and was at a loss for a moment, thinking that he seemed to have heard the sound somewhere before.

After walking in front of Yan Liang, Pang Yu came to his senses, his face turned pale, and he remembered where he heard the voice.

—the one who knocked him out and stuffed him into the carriage.

The young man went upstairs, and the two men who followed him led the horse to the inn not far from the restaurant, and he was sitting on the second floor, just opposite to Yan Liang who was setting up a fortune-telling stall downstairs.

Pang Yu sat beside Yan Liang, lowered his head, praying that the man could not see him.Yan Liang looked at him sideways while playing with the copper plate: "What's wrong with you?"

It took Pang Yu half a beat to react: "...No, not so much."

Yan Liang: ...You think I'm stupid.

Yan Liang is not a fool, of course he can see that Pang Yu's strangeness at this time is related to the young man who suddenly appeared, but he doesn't know how the two can be connected, and it makes Pang Yu look restless.

Yan Liang was looking at Pang Yu, Pang Yu was staring at the tabletop, and the young people on the second floor were looking at the banner of "Shen Ji Mi Ji, Yi Gu Wu Wen".

That fortune teller is not very old, but he is doing such a deceitful thing.

The young man frowned and asked a few words when he saw the waiter bring the food.

"Who is the person downstairs?"

The waiter said: "That man's name is Yan Liang, we all call him Mr. Yan."

The young man condescendingly looked down at Yan Liang, who was stringing copper plates downstairs, and said inexplicably, "Sir?"

"He is very accurate in fortune-telling, and he is very easy-going." The waiter had a good impression of Yan Liang, and he couldn't help but say something more at this point, with a sigh of emotion: "It's a pity that he is a cripple."

The youth glanced at him and let him go.

Holding the copper plate, Yan Liang thought about Pang Yu's abnormality, and suddenly noticed the person's gaze, raised his head to look at the source of the gaze, and happened to meet the young man who had seen him again.

Confirmed eyes, is not easy to mess with people.

Yan Liang averted his gaze with a "shoo".

The young man raised his eyebrows, took a chopstick to infuse his true energy, and threw it straight at Yan Liang.

Yan Liang stared at the chopsticks stuck on the table, thinking of Gong Jiu, and was silent about the same finding of fault.

Is this how people from Jianghu come to strike up a conversation these days? ? ?

Pang Yuzheng was struggling with restlessness, and was so frightened by the chopsticks that fell from the sky that he fell off the chair, clutching his waist with a dazed expression on his face.

The young man beckoned to Yan Liang, obviously telling him to go up.

"You stay here first." Yan Liang glanced at the young man, leaned over and pulled Pang Yu up. "I'll go up there."

Pang Yu sat on the chair with his hands on his waist and watched Yan Liang walk slowly towards the restaurant, feeling uneasy. He didn't know if the young man recognized him, and he was also worried about the reason why Yan Liang was called over.

Yan Liang was very calm. He entered the restaurant, greeted the shopkeeper with a pale face who had witnessed the chopsticks falling from the sky, and walked slowly up to the second floor.

The young man was sitting at the table by himself, and two dishes of food had already been placed on the table.Yan Liang glanced at all the extremely expensive signature dishes of this restaurant, and suddenly a feeling of envy and jealousy arose spontaneously.

The young man raised his chin towards him, motioning for Yan Liang to sit opposite him, and Yan Liang sat down like a gentleman.

"Do you know fortune-telling?" the young man asked him.

"Yes."

Yan Liang thought, aren't you talking nonsense? Is it unclear that such a big banner downstairs is for fortune-telling?

"Then help me figure it out, how many parents and brothers are there in my family?" The young man looked directly into Yan Liang's eyes with irony in his eyes.

Yan Liang was calm and composed: "Young master has no brothers in his family, and both parents died."

The young man's face turned cold: "You cursed me?"

Yan Liang asked innocently: "Am I wrong?"

The young man snorted coldly and did not deny it.

"One more." The young man said again, "I'm looking for someone, do you know where he is?"

Yan Liang was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty: "You didn't tell me your name, nor the name of the person you were looking for, how can I calculate it?"

The young man sneered: "That's all."

Yan Liang: ...This man is sick.

Ah, so annoying.This guy is more annoying than Gong Jiu.

Yan Liang stretched out his hand: "Thanks for your patronage, I've given you a hexagram and five words."

The young man was taken aback by Yan Liang's unreasonable playing of cards. He glanced at him, took out a piece of silver from his purse and threw it to Yan Liang, saying, "You are quite interesting. Your name is... Yan Liang?"

"Yes." Yan Liang reckoned that he had asked the waiter in the shop.

"My name is Xu Yiwei." The young man finally introduced himself, but his expression was still cold.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Xu." Yan Liang cheerfully stuffed the broken silver into his purse.

"You must know the person I'm looking for." Xu Yiwei pointed at Yan Liang with his chopsticks, his tone cold. "An Lehou, Pang Yu."

Yan Liang looked at the chopstick: "Mmm—"

"An Lehou escaped from Chenzhou, and his whereabouts are unknown now. There is a reward of 1000 taels. If you can figure it out, you are not afraid of being so poor." Xu Yiwei said, "Or do you mean you can't figure it out?"

Yan Liang nodded sharply: "I'm not a god, so of course I can't figure it out. If you give me the horoscope of someone's birthday, I might be able to figure it out."

Xu Yiwei glanced at him indifferently, and started to chase him away: "You are honest, that's fine, let's go."

Yan Liang was kind, stood up and made a bow, saying "Thank you son", seeing Xu Yiwei's cold response, he went downstairs knowingly.

On the first floor, the shopkeeper asked nervously, "What does that guest officer want from you?"

"Look at my fortune-telling skills, ask me for a fortune-telling." Yan Liang patted his wallet and said with a smile, "I made a lot of money."

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief. People in the world often find reasons to fight without saying a word, and start to find fault with the slightest disagreement.Fortunately, this guest is fine.

Yan Liang said again: "That table was pierced by that young master upstairs."

He borrowed all the tables and chairs from the restaurant, and now that they are broken, he doesn't know who should be blamed, but seeing the shopkeeper's attitude of keeping Xu Yi at arm's length, he didn't dare to seek compensation from the customer upstairs of.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper waved his hand after hearing the words: "You can use it first, I dare not look for that customer, it's just a small hole, it's not in the way."

Yan Liang thought it was funny, and said, "I'll ask Yu Yao to bring you that chopstick in a while."

The shopkeeper twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Yan Liang's stall opposite the restaurant. The bamboo chopsticks were firmly planted on the table, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

"……Row."

After Yan Liang talked to the shopkeeper a few more words, he crossed the street and walked towards Pang Yu. He still had a gentle smile like a spring breeze on his face, which made the restless Pang Yu even more nervous.

"What did that man say?" Pang Yu was a little impatient.

Yan Liang copied the original words: "I asked me for fortune-telling and gave me a lot of money."

Pang Yu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Afterwards, he seemed absent-minded. Yan Liang asked him to take the chopsticks to the shopkeeper of the restaurant, but he also seemed very resistant, but thinking that Yan Liang was inconvenient to move, he pulled out the chopsticks and ran to return them. The shopkeeper hurried back to sit back in the chair.

Yan Liang thought to himself that this child really doesn't know how to hide.

Xu Yiwei sat on the second floor all the time, and the two people who were with him joined him later. The three of them finished their meals slowly, went to the restaurant in the morning, and got up to go to the inn in the afternoon.

When Xu Yiwei came out of the restaurant, he happened to be facing Yan Liang's stall, and when he caught a glimpse of Pang Yu, who was bowing his head beside Yan Liang, he narrowed his eyes.Yan Liang waved to him and said, "Mr. Xu, go slowly."

The two people following Xu Yiwei looked at Yan Liang with strange expressions.

Seeing Yan Liang's smiling face, Xu Yiwei looked away indifferently and strode forward. The three of them gradually walked away and disappeared from Yan Liang's sight.

Pang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed again while lying on the table.

Yan Liang poked him, and Pang Yu's heart tightened, belatedly realizing that his performance was too obvious.

He turned his face to look at Yan Liang stiffly, realizing that he would be questioned.

Yan Liang asked him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Pang Yu: "...???"

"Is it okay to eat meat?" Pang Yu asked dully.

Yan Liang was ruthless: "If you don't have money, don't think about it."

Pang Yu was wronged: "Then don't ask..."

Although Yan Liang cruelly rejected Pang Yu's request, after closing the stall in the afternoon, he went to the shopkeeper of the restaurant to buy some leftover cooked meat. The shopkeeper was kind enough to give some more.

"Give Yu Yao something to eat." The shopkeeper looked at Pang Yu with compassion, and said to Yan Liang, "I see him getting thinner and thinner."

Pang Yu touched his arm and felt the same way.

"So I'm not here to improve the food."

Yan Liang weighed the meat, it was quite large, thanked him with a smile, and walked to the small hut with Pang Yu.

The small dilapidated house is at the outermost edge of the town, and a house stands alone at the foot of the mountain.

The two walked in tandem, very quietly.

Looking at Yan Liang's back, Pang Yu felt an inexplicable premonition for some reason, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The night wind suddenly picked up.

"Yu Yao..."

Yan Liang's words were blown to pieces by the night wind, and Pang Yu heard him ask in a flat tone.

"Or should I call you... An Lehou, Pang Yu?"

The author has something to say: Question——

(Single-choice question) As mentioned in the previous chapter, Pang Yu is facing a big problem. What kind of problem does he refer to?

A: I met Xu Yiwei who knocked him out.

B: I was pointed out by Yan Liang.

C: A and B

D: Others (can be supplemented in the comment area)

"There is no reward for those who answer correctly, and there is no reward for those who answer wrong!"

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