I want it all

Two and a half hours later, the carriage walked out of the winding mountain road and drove towards Xin'an Town along the small path.

A faded flag was planted outside the easternmost tavern. The black letters on it were now so mottled that it was hard to read every word.

The old man Hushui pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped firmly outside the tavern.He tied the carriage to the grass shed at the back, stretched his waist and flexed his muscles, and said comfortably: "It's getting late, let's rest in this small tavern for the time being, and we will set off for Blue Wind City tomorrow."

"Thank you." Shen Feiyun dismounted early and followed behind the old man.

"You have been with Xu Qingyun for twenty years, and you have learned this verbal politeness?" Although the old man of Hushui smiled teasingly, his tone was obvious, and he was slightly dissatisfied.

While talking, the two lifted the yellowed, blackened and oil-stained curtain, and stepped into the store.

The noise inside can be heard clearly even with the night wind blowing outside; after entering the store, it goes straight to both ears, making one head and two loud.

The store owner seemed to be distressed about the oil money, and placed a few oil lamps on the large pillars that only bear weight, burning there alone, and the two corners where there were many people were also lit, and the huge room was slightly dim.

All kinds of meaty smells in the house, as well as the heat of burning knives.

In the place with the most people, shouts of "big" and "little" kept coming, and everyone gathered around to gamble, throwing more or less money on the table.Soon there will be the joy of winning money, or the unlucky sigh of losing money.

There are only three guys in this tavern, who are also the proprietor and proprietress, and their children.

The proprietress was lazily lying on the bed beside the stairs, with her eyelids closed and her ears covered with the bedding, as if she could not see or hear people and voices outside.

The boss is cooking in the back kitchen.The white cloth that separates the back kitchen from the inner hall has turned burnt yellow a few years ago and has not been cleaned and replaced so far.

It's not the first time for Shen Feiyun to come here, but every time he has doubts about how to keep so many people here, maybe the food is really delicious and the wine is really spicy enough.

Da Lang walked out of the back kitchen quickly with the plate in his hand, and handed five plates of delicate and fragrant dishes to the dim yellow corner.

In the corner, a white-clothed swordsman sat upright, with an elegant posture, picked up the wine jar and poured a glass into the bowl.He picked up the rough porcelain bowl, exuding a dusty and misty fairy air, as if he was playing with a delicate wine glass.

Shen Feiyun walked into a dark corner, and asked with a smile: "Can I sit?"

The swordsman glanced up, took a sip of his spirits, and nodded.After Shen Feiyun sat opposite him, he slowly opened his mouth: "There are not many empty tables, but there are three or four places."

The implication is, why do you want to sit with me.

"You are not on the other tables." Shen Feiyun took his time and did not hesitate to praise him.

The swordsman was originally fascinated by the steaming vegetables, but when he heard this, he stared at Shen Feiyun blankly, with no expression on his face, not knowing whether it was joy or worry.

After a long time, he frowned slightly and asked, "Are you always like this?"

Shen Feiyun was very puzzled: "What is it always like?"

"It's nothing..." The swordsman lowered his head and closed his eyes, and took another sip of the strong wine, but this time he was not as delicate as before, but directly emptied most of the wine bowl.

"I'm treating you." Shen Feiyun smiled, not discouraged, although it was the first time they met, they approached her very warmly.

"You don't have to," the swordsman sneered, shaking his head, "I've already paid for the food and drinks. I don't like smooth-talking people, please be sensible..."

Having said that, he stopped, no longer speaking, without derogatory self-consciousness, calm and composed, with strong wine, tasting the five delicacies that were just served.

Shen Feiyun was scolded for no reason, but he just pretended not to hear it, and continued to ask: "Brother, where is the person, did they come from Yumen Pass, or are they planning to go to Mobei?"

"You talk a lot." The swordsman picked up a large bowl, poured hot water on it, wiped it dry with a white handkerchief, poured a bowl of spirits, and pushed it in front of Shen Feiyun.

He said indifferently, "The mouth is for eating and drinking."

Shen Feiyun noticed that this person only spoke half a sentence, and seemed indifferent, but in reality he was not.

At first I didn't like being at the same table with him, so I said that there are other places where there are vacancies, but when I really sat down, the other party didn't chase me away.

She didn't like his talking, and asked him to be sensible, but she didn't forcefully order him to shut up, but just poured a bowl of wine, after all, she naturally kept silent while drinking.

Shen Feiyun picked up the wine bowl, took a big gulp, and said with a smile: "Good wine."

"Oh?" The swordsman said indifferently, "What's the good thing?"

Shen Feiyun sighed with a smile: "Fortunately, it's strong enough. Fortunately, it's the red sorghum grown by them. It's in this dilapidated, leaky tavern. I met someone like you and invited me to drink."

"Fortunately, all living beings are good." After the swordsman finished speaking, he picked up the knife on the plate and cut off a piece of beef, picked it up with chopsticks, and chewed slowly.

This swordsman seemed particularly out of place in this hotel, but he was very immersed in what he did, and felt that the down-and-out people in the rivers and lakes here were really interesting, otherwise, how could he say "fortunately, all living beings" these six words?

Shen Feiyun drank another half a bowl of wine, and said with a smile: "I don't know what's wrong with people, but I really feel that this moment is very good."

"Where can it go bad?"

Speaking of this, the swordsman finally became interested, his tone raised half a point, and he was no longer as uninterested as before.

Shen Feiyun smiled unabated, just shook his head, did not speak, and pointed to his ear with his left finger, signaling him to listen attentively.

"Wrong, wrong, I didn't bet on this hand, you see I didn't put silver taels in the 'big' grid at all."

"This time, Mo Wuya is doomed. I heard that Liuxiu City Lord and Qing Yunjian have fought one after another. In a few months, this big devil will die."

"Golden Hook Casino has opened. The odds for Mo Wuya to win are five times, the odds for Liuxiu City Lord to win are [-]%, and the odds for Qing Yunjian are [-]%."

"Who do you buy to win? I earned 15 taels last year, and the remaining [-] taels are all over Qingyun sword."

"I'll buy Liuxiu City Lord for fifty taels, and Mo Wuya for ten taels."

Shen Feiyun raised his bowl and asked, "Do you think these words are interesting?"

"You have money, so you naturally find it boring." The swordsman said with a half-smile.

"Appreciate further details?"

"This is the state of the world, it is all living beings. If you don't listen to these vulgar words, but expect them to be like you. Poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not ordinary, then it is really boring."

While speaking, the swordsman cut open a whole piece of beef's hind legs, picked up his chopsticks, and nodded in the air, signaling to Shen Feiyun not to talk nonsense, and to eat meat with him directly.

Shen Feiyun had no choice but to fill his mouth with beef. He didn't have time to speak again, but he could hear other people's words more and more clearly.

Old man Hu Shui used to rely on his excellent hearing to make a lot of money at the poker table. He heard others talking about Xu Qingyun, so he interjected, "I just came from Golden Hook Casino and beat Xu Qingyun for 1000 taels."

He won a lot of money, the dealer was furious, and said sarcastically: "You are dressed in rags in the winter, and you can't even afford a decent padded jacket. How can you still have 1000 taels to bet? I don't think you are Bragging in front of us."

The old man Hushui lowered his eyes, smiled, and didn't care about him. He waved his hands and said, "I sold all my property, and this is enough to make up 1000 taels. No matter what, Xu Qingyun's disciples can't possibly lose..."

Shen Feiyun's chopsticks paused for a moment, and quickly continued to pick up vegetables as if nothing had happened.

He was still puzzled, this old man from Hushui has not cared about worldly affairs for many years, how could his master invite this giant Buddha to come out of the mountain, it turns out that a hero also has difficulties, so he put all his chips on him, you brat.

The swordsman turned a deaf ear to it, and just immersed himself in picking up vegetables.

When the others heard that the old man Hushui had actually sold his property for this gamble, they were terrified and all looked sideways, thinking that he was unreasonable.

"Leopard, we won again." Old man Hushui stretched out his hand and pocketed the silver on the table into his arms.

Without even thinking about it, he said, "I won a total of ten taels tonight, and the total at this table is eight taels, and you still owe me two taels. I have a rule that if you gamble in one place, you can't win more than ten taels, so let's give up today." .I’m leaving for Blue Wind City tomorrow, and before the cock crows, give me the remaining two taels.”

As soon as these words came out, someone quickly reacted and murmured: "The rule of winning no more than ten taels... Could it be that you are..."

The old man Hushui put the money in his pocket, with two taels in his hand, threw it into the bed next to the stairs, and said to the proprietress, "You don't need to look for it, I'm still in the old place."

The proprietress turned over and said in a cold tone, "Don't come here again."

"It's not that I want to come..." The old man Hushui stopped walking upstairs, and couldn't help but lean on the handrail, "Is Xiang'er okay? I didn't see anyone when I came last time."

The proprietress interrupted: "Your daughter has already married to Qingzhou, and she told me to handle it quietly without informing you. You are the one who came late."

The old man Hushui nodded, and went upstairs in frustration, his footsteps were heavy and kicking.

Everyone looked at their words and expressions, and changed the subject for the sake of face, laughing and gossiping: "The old man Hushui bought the Qingyun sword with all his wealth, and it seems that she won in all likelihood, no wonder the odds are the lowest. Fortunately, I am smart, and the bet is exactly Qingyun Sword, I didn't lose my eyes or see the wrong person."

Another person spoke up: "I've been in the rivers and lakes for seven or eight years, and this is the first time I've heard of Qing Yunjian. A few months ago, she forced the young master of the Holy Fire Church to jump off a cliff because of love, and now she's going to kill someone." Father, that's too rude."

Shen Feiyun abruptly put down the wine bowl, rushed out, pulled up the collar of the speaker, and hurriedly asked: "What are you talking about, what happened to the young master of the Holy Fire?"

"Ah..." The man made a move. Seeing that the moves were dispelled one by one, he couldn't break free, so he could only sneer, "This hero doesn't know? This matter is now widely spread... I heard that when Qing Yunjian was young, It seems to be very powerful, after retiring, he took in an apprentice named Shen Feiyun..."

"I know that Xu Qingyun has an apprentice, and I'm asking about Mo Tingfeng!" Shen Feiyun's face was filled with anger, and he didn't know who he was angry with.

The man straightened his face and explained: "Yes, it is this Shen Feiyun who was forcibly taken by Mo Tingfeng and raped day and night, from late autumn to cold winter for more than a few months. Qing Yunjian only has this precious apprentice, who treats people as little Raised by her husband. Mo Tingfeng's behavior almost gave Qing Yunjian a slap in the face.

"This old woman couldn't bear it, so she chased her door, and finally found Mo Tingfeng half a month ago. But when Shen Feiyun was found, he thought about it, and it was better to accompany the young and vicious witch. My little devil is unwilling to leave with Qing Yunjian."

Although Xu Qingyun is aging, she is becoming more and more charming, and she has cultivated Shen Feiyun with her heart, and never hides her secrets.Such a beautiful, selfless, righteous master turned out to be an old ugly witch who kept her young husband in captivity after being told by the man who told him whether or not.

Shen Feiyun gritted his teeth when he heard the smoke coming out of his seven orifices, wishing he could make this man speechless on the spot.

The man didn't realize that he angered Shen Feiyun, and he relished it: "Of course the old witch couldn't bear it, so she relied on her decades of extra food and better martial arts, so she forced the little devil to make a choice. She said: 'You and my apprentice You can only live one, you want to jump off the cliff by yourself, or I will help you throw Shen Feiyun out, so as not to embarrass you.'”

Shen Feiyun laughed back in anger, and couldn't help shaking his head.

These nonsense words were made up in such a way that when the man imitated Xu Qingyun, he even pinched his throat, just like a eunuch in the palace.This may be the face of a man, who is best at arranging women, using fakes as real ones to serve as history.

Shen Feiyun let go of his hand, and asked coldly: "So Mo Tingfeng, the devil of a generation, actually committed suicide by jumping off a cliff for Shen Feiyun, an Israeli servant?"

"Isn't it?" The man pretended to sigh, "Maybe he saw the situation clearly, anyway, he put a word of death, if he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, maybe he could save his Ai Lang to live..."

"I didn't know that I still have such charm." Shen Feiyun really couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

After laughing, he turned his head and asked the swordsman in the corner: "Who are you? Can we get to know each other?"

The swordsman raised his head and said slowly: "My surname is Qi, my name is Yu Wen, and I am the first disciple of the Lord of Liuxiu City."

"I think you've already heard my name. My surname is Shen, my name is Feiyun, and I'm Xu Qingyun's only disciple."

Shen Feiyun walked over, Shi Shiran sat back, and said with a smile: "It seems that our purpose of this trip is the same, we are all following the orders of our master, to kill Mo Wuya, the leader of the Sacred Fire Sect."