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"Guest, the food is here."

The shopkeeper personally instructed Xiao Er to finish the dishes one by one, a total of ten dishes, all of which were delicious in color, fragrance and flavor.

The freshly cooked dishes scented hot and filled the whole box in an instant.

Tan Chong and others couldn't help swallowing.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Guguan, all our signature dishes are here, please take your time."

The door of the box was closed again, and the people in the room immediately swept the dishes on the table like a hungry tiger. They think the chopsticks are bothersome, so they just grab it.

Sometimes there are a few words that I don't understand, but the speed of eating is only fast or slow.

In just one cup of tea, the dishes on the table have been eaten up and down.

Tan Chong gnawed at the duck's neck and said in confusion: "How they did it, this duck has no smell at all, it's fragrant and crispy."

There was someone next to him immediately: "There is also that meatball, which is really **** good, but the quantity is too small, I can still eat ten plates."

Songshanjiang was silent for a moment, and then said: "Let's let someone come to the table again."

"Okay, Master Matsuyama is happy."

A thin man opened the box door, shouted a few times, and ordered a few jars of wine by the way.

Liquor is now a rarity. He originally said it smoothly. He didn't expect that Xiaoer would actually have two jars of liquor soon.

Tan Chong and Song Shanjiang looked at each other, and the greed in their eyes became heavier.

They communicate in low voices in words that others do not understand.

Xiao Er glanced, retracted his gaze, turned around and left the box quickly.

"The cook in this restaurant is good, you can keep it."

"I feel so too."

Half an hour later, the group was full of food and drink, and Songshanjiang sent one to go to checkout.

The man took the money bag, and his eyes flashed slightly. When he went downstairs, he took more than half of it in his arms.

He took the remaining broken silver to settle the bill, and the shopkeeper almost laughed angrily when he looked at the six silver coins pushed in front of him.

This is a beggar.

Even if you open the door to do business, harmony is the most important thing. But now, with the Chi Xia Army stationed in the city, the treasurer's confidence is sufficient.

He lifted his eyelids indifferently, and said without a smile: "Guest officer, the city is now full of iron coins."

The man frowned impatiently: "I don't care what iron coins are."

The shopkeeper’s expression remained unchanged, "Today you spent a total of 380 iron coins, which is exactly 38 taels of silver." Money, let alone drinks.

Food will also be available, and wine is a rare thing. In an inn like theirs, there are only five altars in total.

The other's face changed immediately, and he stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the shopkeeper: "What did you say, 38 taels, you dare to ask me for 38 taels."

Master Matsuyama also only gave five or six taels of silver, not even a fraction.

"Stupid businessman, you put your idea on Lao Tzu, go to hell."

As he spoke, he squeezed his fist and smashed at the shopkeeper. However, the shopkeeper who was expected to beg for mercy did not, and the shopkeeper was still very calm.

"My lord, it's him."

The man was dumbfounded: What?

Before he could react, he didn't know where a wave of people jumped out and caught him.

"What are you doing, do you know who I am?"

"I care who you are." A soldier slapped him with a backhand, directly stunned.

"They're upstairs." A nice, mellow voice sounded.

The man looked up and saw a piece of white hemline in his eyes, hanging beads up, eh, hanging beads? ?

When he saw the other person's bald head, his eyes widened.

However, the other party ignored him and took someone directly to the box on the second floor.

Yuan Zhen stood outside the door with a compassionate expression on his face and a Buddha statue: "After entering, be careful, don't hurt yourself, Amitabha, good is good."

The people who followed were very helpful: "My lord, don't worry, I can't wait for a little bit of injury."

They kicked the door directly and hit the person inside by surprise.

"you#&……"

The other party was in a hurry, and yelled at him that he didn't understand.

Yuan Zhen stood outside the door, took off the hanging beads, and moved them regularly.

The eyelashes tremble slightly and hang down, covering the emotions in the eyes.

Water bandit?

He thought about the geographical location of Lianzhou. It was located a little bit south of the center of the entire Yongyuanchao, not far from the southeast coast, and it was normal to attract water bandits along the coast.

The water bandits over there are all proficient in water and cruel and cold-blooded, which is very difficult to solve.

He stopped dialing the beads, and the box had recovered from the fierce fighting.

If he puts down his hands without incident, he feels a little regretful. Although it is good to hang the beads, he will not have the bead smooth after all.

Rosewood is the best.

It's a pity, in this world, these things are hidden in the family's home.

Really, it's very unpleasant.

Yuan Zhen squinted his eyes, lifted his foot into the box, his expression was faint, and there were strands of kindness between his eyebrows.

Song Shanjiang wondered: "Monk?"

Tan Chong cursed: "Bald donkey!!"

Yuan Zhen performed a Buddhist ceremony: "Good for two donors."

Songshanjiang/Tanchong:…………

You go blind.

Are they good like this?

Songshanjiang barely recovered a bit of reason, he said coldly: "I heard that the rule of law in Lianzhou is strict, and I didn't expect to do this kind of oppressive people. It is really an eye-opener for Zai."

"Fart. What kind of people are you good people, it's reasonable to eat Bawang's meal." The soldier who pressed Songshan River said angrily.

Songshanjiang blurted out: "It's impossible, I'll let someone go to checkout."

At this moment, the person who had been called to pay the bill was also taken up.

Yuan Zhen's tone was soft: "The donor pays 38 taels of silver for a meal, but now he only pays a few silvers. What is it if it is not an overlord meal?"

Songshanjiang's first reaction was that this is a delicacy from the mountains and the sea. A meal costs 38 taels, so why don't you grab it.

The second reaction is that the **** subordinates dare to be greedy for money.

But he is more angry with the former than the latter.

"You are cheating me, how can a meal cost 38 taels."

Yuan Zhen glanced at the shopkeeper, who smiled and began to quote.

Songshanjiang and others:? ? ?

Songshanjiang:! ! !

It feels outrageous at first, and then think about it carefully, it seems that it is like that.

Thinking of the way they swallowed dates when they were eating, they only tasted a rough taste, the silver was gone, and Songshanjiang's face was green.

He was thinking about whether to use the jade pendant on his body to pay off the debt. Tan Chong cursed away: "Fuck your mother, the deceit is on your grandfather's head. I must smash your black shop today." He turned his wrist, broke free, and swooped straight towards the shopkeeper. Come.

Songshanjiang narrowed his eyes. Although it was a little regrettable that his identity would be revealed, their water bandits had never been angry, let alone suffered a loss.

This kind of black shop should teach a lesson.

The shopkeeper's fear backed away, and a voice rang in his ear: "An Xin, there is me."

There was a flower in front of him, and something was thrown out. When he looked intently, Tan Chong, who was still rampant just now, was already lying on the ground, and it was not the hanging beads Yuan Zhen originally hung around his neck that entangled Tan Chong's hands.

Tan Chong lay on the ground and screamed, and the Songshan River next to him was full of turbulent waves.

So fast, at such a close distance, he didn't even see how the other party had subdued Tan Chong.

"Who are you?" Such a powerful character, he could not have heard the name of the other party.

Yuan Zhen: "It's just an unknown monk."

Songshanjiang:............

Yuan Zhen: "Take it away."

Songshanjiang hesitated whether to use the last hole card to slip away.

A familiar voice from the monk came from the front: "Take them to see Master Yi Nian then."

Song Shanjiang moved slightly in his heart, and retracted the hand that moved to the lower back.

Yuan Zhen silently retracted his gaze, rubbing the hanging beads, and silently chanting the Buddha's name.

…………

In the dark and foul-smelling cell, several burly men were **** and left behind.

"Songshanjiang, what do you mean?"

Tan Chong approached him, using words that only two people could understand.

Songshanjiang: "Certainly watch the changes."

Tan Chong was furious: "It's too dirty here. It's not even as good as the pigsty."

"When Lao Tzu leaves here, I must bring people back and step on the ground. Whether it's the black-hearted shopkeeper, the bald donkey, or the thought, I will not let it go."

"Really." A cold voice came suddenly, and several people were surprised and looked at them.

"How can you be a kid?" Tan Chong blurted out immediately.

This kind of half-aged boy can kill one with one punch.

He was dissatisfied: "The one who is in charge, let that one come out."

Song Shanjiang noticed that the monk was one step behind the boy. He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and looked respectful.

He had a guess in his heart, and said to the boy: "You are the leader of the Red Summer Army."

A thought shook his head.

He didn't really want to recognize this "identity", as if he was seizing power with the head, this was not what he wanted.

The head is the leader on the bright side, and other things and trivial matters are handled by him. His power is the same as the head. They are in a better state when they are turned on and off.

He doesn't want to break this balance now.

Yuan Zhen raised his eyes in surprise, glanced at the puzzled Songshan River, and said warmly: "Sir, these people can be preliminarily inferred to be water bandits along the coast. What do you plan to do with them."

Yi Nian's eyes darkened, Yuan Zhen lowered his head, avoiding the sharp eyes of the young man.

Songshanjiang's mind turned quickly, denying: "We are not water bandits."

Tan Chong's brain that ran away from home finally came back, "Yes, we are not water bandits, we are outsiders who have been scammed by black-hearted merchants in the city."

"How can a meal cost 38 taels of silver."

Yuan Zhenmo said: "Never mind other dishes, two jars of wine are expensive."

"Not only did he not give money, he also beat the shopkeeper and smashed the inn. How innocent the shopkeeper is, Amitabha, good and good."

Tan Chong's forehead jumped: "Dead bald donkey, don't frame me."

Yuan Zhen gave a Buddhist ritual, "Amitabha, the monks don't say anything."

The corners of Yi Nian's mouth twitched, and a few people in grey clothes were attracted. Their expressions were calm, but what they said was terrifying: "As long as you can pry out the news from their mouths, you don't have to resort to any means, no matter whether you live or die."

The lead man in grey glanced at the people in the cell, as if there was a leaping fire in his eyes.

Song Shanjiang had an ominous premonition in his heart. When the gray-clothed man came in to catch them, he no longer hid, took out the hidden weapon from the back, and took advantage of the guards' dodge effort to seize the opportunity to escape.

"Sir, I was so incompetent to let the enemy escape."

One thought: "It's okay, one ran away, and there are others."

Yuan Zhen watched the blood dripping all the way to the edge of the wall, grinning inwardly.

I am afraid that the one that ran away was the real bait.