Bailiwu, this store is not very famous on the avenue leading to the northwest from the Central Plains, because it does not have the signature dish "Wangyou Tofu" like Luzhou Jieyoushe, nor does it have the customers like "Yunshuiyao" in Hangzhou. Drama; the reason why it can gain a foothold on this Guluo Road depends entirely on the shopkeeper's alertness and wisdom. It is exactly what was said before: There are thousands of people in Guluo Road who are interested in opening a shop, but those who can stay are those who know how to do business. This sentence was said tepidly, and there is nothing special about it at first glance. However, if you consider it carefully, you will find that there is a hidden murderous intention in this sentence. There are many officers and soldiers in Guluo Road, there are more robbers, and Jianghu people are already everywhere. There are many people who do not follow the rules and obey the law. If one person eats the King's meal, then everyone will eat the King's meal, and the restaurant will naturally not be able to open. Therefore, the character who holds the shop must be there, and must be powerful enough. There is another inn just a hundred miles away from Bailiwu. There are usually escorts in the corridor, and occasionally people from the government will stay temporarily. Compared with here, there are more rules, but short-talking is not excluded. People with short hands got in. Lao Xie, the last disciple of a declining sect, leaning on a rotten wooden crutch and carrying a tattered luggage, walked tremblingly on this Guluo Road at an age of nearly thirty or forty years; his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. , hungry, seeing an inn not far away, he wanted to go in and ask for some water. If he could get a steamed bun to eat, he would be able to make a lot of progress on his way to Tianya. Without ¡õ Chang ¡õ Literature ¡õ, ww¡î¡À¡üt no one knows why he left his hometown, no one knows where he went, no one knows how many absurdities he has experienced along the way, but at this moment, anyone with eyes can Anyone who saw the thing knew that he was going to be kicked out. The owner of this inn looks fierce and his temper is not much better. It is difficult to do business on this Luodao, let alone give alms to the beggars who come and go. In fact, he saw the dirty old Xie from a distance, and he was eager to He looked elsewhere. But he was the only shop within a hundred miles, so it was really difficult to refuse. "Waiter, take that beggar around, find a well, give him a drink of water and let him go. Don't let him enter the store." "Yes, from the shopkeeper." The waiter responded and went to wipe the table. Mabu put it on his shoulder and Shi Shiran walked over. "Beggars, yes, that's what I'm calling you." "Ahoh." Lao Xie was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, "Do youneed to do volunteer work?" "Hey?" The waiter was still there. It was the first time I saw such a proactive beggar, "What can you do? If you can't work, come over here quickly. I'll give you a sip of water. It's your blessing." Lao Xie took his time and put down his bag and pulled out a cloth from it. He slowly opened the bag, and there was a sword hidden inside! What a clean sword! The waiter was extremely surprised. This sword was totally incompatible with this beggar. The sword had been wiped clean inside and out. The scabbard had no black spots left by sweat, and the hilt looked as if it had just been installed. . "Are you here to sell swords?" "A bitch?" Lao Xie frowned when he heard this, but he had a gentle personality and didn't care too much, "No I really just want to ask for a drink of water, eat some steamed buns, and help you. The boss only knows how to deal with it. "Although the waiter doesn't know martial arts, there are no white men on this Guluo Road, not to mention the powerful ones. I just listened to the escorts saying how the most famous swordsmen in the world cherish their swords. , he has gained a lot of knowledge. "You wait, I'll go tell the shopkeeper." As a result, as soon as the waiter turned around, he found that his shopkeeper had been kicked out. "I just want to eat the King's meal, what can you do! Hum, I can't eat it at Bailiwu, but I can't eat it here! Do you think I, Black Tornado, am a vegetarian?!" The one who responded was a He is a rude man with a long and short axe. He has a beard and dark skin. He seems to be hanging out outside the customs. He can scare away many passers-by with his size that can jam door panels. The waiter was frightened. He ran to the shopkeeper and helped him up. "The shopkeeperthe shopkeeper? Are you okay!" "Coughcough cough cough! II'm okay, butall the escorts inside were killed by himThis guy is a ruthless person, I'm afraid This shopI amahem!" The shopkeeper would vomit a mouthful of blood every time he said a word, so that it wouldn't ooze. Black Tornado enjoyed the sight of everyone being afraid of him, and called to the boy at the table behind him: "Brothers, touch those blind escorts before you leave. Those who have money will be accepted!" "Yes!" The younger brothers responded happily. Then, Black Tornado was picking his teeth and walking towards the shopkeeper. Just when he was about to speak, he was stabbed in the thigh and on his pants by a wooden cane.It was immediately stained with a lot of dirt and dust. "Old beggar, you are seeking death!" Black Whirlwind held the ax in one hand and started chopping. Unexpectedly, Lao Xie turned around and hit the crook of his leg with a cane, causing him to kneel down on one knee. The ax struck the ground without any suspense, raising a cloud of dust. Not only that, but when he knelt down, the wooden stick used to pick his teeth was pierced into his gums, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he knelt down. The pain made him open his mouth and scream. The shopkeeper was also confused at this time. He had no idea that the beggar had such great abilities, but the waiter pointed out that the beggar had a very clean sword. "So that's it!" the shopkeeper suddenly realized, "He must be an invincible swordsman!" However, the situation took a turn. Lao Xie, who was still teaching people how to behave one second, was paralyzed on the ground unable to move the next second. The waiter was anxious, "Hero, what's wrong with you!" However, Lao Xie didn't even have the strength to speak. He watched the black whirlwind slowly recover from the pain, his huge figure blocking the scorching sun, his back to Looking at the sun, he looked particularly eerie. Black Whirlwind slowly pulled out another long ax from behind. If Lao Xie really lost his strength, Black Whirlwind could cut him into two pieces in an instant. Seeing this situation, the shopkeeper took out a delicate snack from his arms without saying a word and threw it towards Lao Xie. The only thing left in Lao Xie's eyes was this yokan snack flying in the air. His body jumped up automatically, narrowly avoiding the giant axe. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped up the piece of yokan in one gulp. Still in mid-air, only half a meter farther than where he fell to the ground just now. It was still in mid-air, but he stretched out his hand and took out the tattered luggage. Still in mid-air, it only takes a moment to draw the sword. Blood, dripping. The fleeting snow-white sword light seemed to be telling a legend. A legendary sect that is almost forgotten by the people of the world, the former supreme martial arts "Wuxuanmen!" Some competitors found another person she was looking for at their doorstep