The aroma of tea is bitter and soothing. The eyebrows of Su Xing gradually relaxed, and his face was as white as a white jade plate, with a calm expression gently rippling on it. He was such a handsome young man in troubled times, and he didn't look like a ghost in the underworld. The teahouse was opened by a ghost from the Tang Dynasty. He loved the tea ceremony and read the "Tea Classic" intensively. He often lamented that he and the tea sage Lu Yu were not born in the same era. You were born before I was born, and I was born before you died. The tranquility reaches far away. The owner of the tea house is a respectable old man, with a small gray beard hanging from his chin to his chest. He is wearing a white robe. He holds a big pen behind his back in one hand and waves it on the rice paper with a large pen in his other hand. The dark ink is splashed and the dragons and phoenixes dance wonderfully. Words emerge. The environment of the tea house is quiet and remote, which is difficult to find in the huge Fengdu City or even Yin Shenzhou. "Hurry, he's in there!" "Damn! He actually stuffed him into the sewer. Today is really a sewer capsize!" "Stop! Don't let me meet him, I'll beat him every time I do!" Rough The curses came from far and near, and a group of brats with bruised noses and swollen faces could be seen coming angrily. The tea drinkers in the teahouse frowned. Su Xing put down his teacup and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Who is that! Come out!" Several brats rushed in and grabbed the bench, each with a fierce look on his face. "Is it you!" "Ah? Is it you!" They grabbed the foot of the bench and pointed the other end towards the tea guests. If they felt it was not pleasing to their eyes, they would smash the bench down. "Who are you? Get out of here, I don't welcome you in the teahouse!" The old man raised his eyes, put the large pen in his hand on the pen holder, and shouted loudly, full of anger! "Old Lou is angry, now it's something to behold." "After drinking tea for so many years, it's really rare to see Old Tang take action." "Teach these little brats a lesson, don't be too arrogant!" Tea The guests all of a sudden whispered to each other. "Hey, old man over there, if you have the ability, come out and challenge us!" One of the spiky-headed imps shouted arrogantly, while the other imps waved their benches and cheered. "That old man seems to be very powerful." The dog-headed strategist among the little ghosts whispered. The spiky-headed kid was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You, you can challenge us all!" "Yes! You, you can challenge us all!" The dog-headed strategist's eyes lit up and he stuttered, confidently! "Shameless!" "Old poster, don't be fooled!" The tea guests yelled and complained about the old poster. Some young and strong ghosts even wanted to stand up for the old poster. Su Xing sat as still as a clock and continued to drink tea, as if what was happening now had nothing to do with him. "It's okay." The old poster raised his palm and strode towards the little ghosts. He was moving like a wind and full of energy. Although he was full of wrinkles, he showed no signs of aging. "Young man, you have to be low-key when doing ghosts, otherwise it will be like this table, which is very rigid and easy to break!" the old landlord said, his eyes falling on the tea table next to him. The few impetuous brats were suddenly calmed down by the momentum of the old building owner, and there was silence. “What is he going to do?” The thorny-headed kid slightly tilted his head and asked the dog-headed military advisor. "Maybe he wants to drink tea. The old man must be thirsty." The dog-headed military advisor stuttered. His mind went blank and he couldn't think of any bad ideas. “Hmph!” The old host snorted coldly, and slapped his calloused palms on the nanmu tea table. "Bang!" With a click, the real nanmu tea table split in half from the middle, and the four table legs shattered. With such power, no sawdust flew away, which shows the fine control of the force. "Heart-Breaking Palm! It's indeed the Heart-Breaking Palm!" A tea guest exclaimed, recognizing the old poster's move. "Heart-Broken Palm?" Several little ghosts looked at each other. Although they didn't know the name of "Heart-Broken Palm", they also knew how powerful it was, and they wanted to quit. "Just retreat if you know how powerful you are. Don't force me to take action." The old poster put his hands behind his back, and his momentum was unified, like a martial arts master. Everything was calm and calm, which made the ghost admire him and at the same time be wary of the broken pieces that the poster carried behind his back. Heart and hand. "I, let's not fight one another, this is not, not a hero!" the stuttering dog-headed military advisor said, blinking his eyes. The old building owner waved his hand and asked them to leave. "Wait!" Suddenly a loud bell-like voice sounded, Zhongzheng, deep and full of awe-inspiring aura. Su Xing’s face showed a strange color, and the tea guests invariably ran away, only to find that it was a middle-aged man in red and black robes.The official has thick black eyebrows, hair like steel thorns, and a resolute face. "Ghost hunter!" For a moment, the tea guests couldn't help but shrink their necks and felt the cold air on the back of their spines. They wanted to scold the speaker just now, but when they saw that it was a ghost hunter, they were frightened. "What are you doing?" The old landlord turned around and asked calmly. "What are you doing?" The middle-aged ghost stood up suddenly, raised his thick eyebrows, and glared, "Heartbreaker, what do you think I want to do! We haven't seen you for a long time, have you forgotten me as an old friend?" "You are " The old landlord stared at the middle-aged ghost hunter, lost in thought. "Let me help you recall, October 1st, Black Wind Moon, Hundred Miles Chase!" The middle-aged ghost hunter said word by word, his eyes gradually becoming colder. "October 1st, Black Wind Moon, Hundred Miles Chase?!" The old building owner suddenly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged ghost catcher in surprise, "You were the little catcher back then!" "Hmph, I finally remembered!" Nian Guizhan sneered and walked towards the old landlord step by step. The ghost body gave off a material and invisible aura, which became stronger with every step. The old poster's hands behind his back trembled slightly, and he said calmly: "Li Mu! What do you want to do? I have been washing my hands for many years, and I just want to live a stable life as a ghost!" "Hahaha" Li Mu Suddenly bursting into laughter, he raised his head and said: "What a joke. Who knew that Tang Cuixing caused countless bloody storms back then, and his name could make a three-year-old cry. Now you actually say that you have quit working for many years and want to live a stable life?" "But you hid deep enough. In order to capture you and bring you to justice, I even gave up the opportunity of six reincarnations and went through all kinds of hardships to become a ghost hunter in Fengdu. I didn't expect that you would be blind all the time. In Fengdu, I even often come to your teahouse to drink tea!" Li Mu said, his tone full of sadness and indignation, and his thick palm was handed to the big knife at his waist. "I suffered countless tortures in the eighteenth level of hell. After I was released from prison, I gave up the chance of rebirth and opened a teahouse in Fengdu. I really wanted to live out my half-disabled ghost life in an ordinary way." The old poster said calmly, with a dim look in his eyes. Feeling guilty. "The suffering has been endured, and the sins have been redeemed. Now I am a ghost and I owe no debt to anyone. If you take action, I am not afraid of you!" The old building owner's eyes suddenly changed, and his sharp eyes shot out, like two sharp knives. . He raised his calloused palms, and wisps of pure ghost energy emerged from the palms the size of cattail leaf fans. "A ghost soldier above the sixth level of heaven?!" Su Xing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He didn't expect that an old building owner from Fengdu's outer district had such a level of cultivation. Especially since he survived the eighteenth level of hell, he should not be underestimated. "Hahahahaha, old ghost!" Li Mu quickly took action, and a bright lightning flashed in the air, and a real broadsword appeared. The cold air was rising, and the cold moonlight was flowing above it. It was definitely not an ordinary weapon! Su Xing's thoughts suddenly changed, and his eyes were fixed on the big knife that Li Mu had pulled out. Is that a ghost weapon? He thought secretly, thinking of the introductions in books such as "Three Realms Tongjian". "There's going to be a war!" "Old host, I'll keep the tea and tea money on credit for now. I'll make up for it next time" Seeing that the situation was not right, the tea guests left one after another. The little ghosts’ hearts were trembling and they were about to sneak away. "Crash", like a silver waterfall pouring out, the broadsword slashed across the sky, the bright sword light fell, lying in front of several little ghosts, and several tables and chairs cracked silently. "Oh my God!" Those little ghosts seemed to have seen a ghost, trembling like lambs and as silent as cicadas. "Ghost, Lord Ghost Catcher, what do you want? We are innocent" The dog-headed military advisor was pushed to the front by several other little ghosts, so he had to bite the bullet and said. "Stay!" Li Mu said simply, with a flash of the sword in his hand, a sword flower bloomed. "Good sword skills!" Su Xing suddenly praised! There was actually a ghost that hadn't left yet. Li Mu and the old host looked over and found a young master, Pian Pianjia, staying alone, calmly and calmly tasting fragrant tea. "Why haven't you left yet?" the old landlord asked doubtfully. "The grudge between you and Guizhan, the poster, has nothing to do with me. Why should I leave!" Su Xing said lightly. He wanted to watch the battle between Heartbreaker and Guizhan. As a modern person, it is really rare to be able to witness with your own eyes the grudges between humans and ghosts during the Tang Dynasty. "He's a strange kid." The old poster whispered and ignored Su Xing. Li Mu also glanced at Su Xing, not taking him seriously. "It's him!" Several kiddies suddenly shouted! "Oh, it's you, what a coincidence!"Xingxing pretended to have just met them, greeted them like good friends, and even invited them to sit down and drink tea. “What a coincidence, your sister, I want to say hello to your mother!” Several kiddies became furious and cursed. "How nice is the scenery you peeped at? Hey, didn't you have an affair with the male owner of the house? Are you still in ecstasy? Did you find the penny you dropped into the sewer?" Su Xing was neither angry nor angry, with a smile on his face. They all greeted each other in return. "You!" The kid's face turned red with anger, and his ghost eyes were about to spit out sparks. He immediately grabbed the bench and smashed it over. Su Xing sat motionless on the bench, and suddenly kicked the sole of his foot on the tea table, and his whole body moved sideways with the bench. go out. "You need to drink tea to relieve your anger!" Su Xing said with a smile. He was holding the teapot in one hand and the teacup in the other, taking a sip from time to time, feeling at ease. "Everyone, come on, beat him up!" The few brats were really angry and had forgotten their fear of Li Mu. They all became jealous and pushed Li Mu away. They grabbed the legs of the bench and rushed forward, asking for a beating to wake him up. Su Xing looked at them happily, moving his legs between the tea tables, occasionally picking up a bench and throwing it over. "As a result, after an hour, these little guys didn't even get a hair to wake up. As a result, they became bruised and swollen, and they were hit hard by the bench. The old landlord and Li Mu, who were originally the protagonists, stood there stiffly with dark faces.