"Customer, I wonder what you want?"

In a small wine shop on the road from Yangzhou to Jinling, the waiter respectfully poured a cup of tea for the guests sitting at the table.

When doing business, you must be aware of the current affairs and also know how to make a living. Opening a restaurant requires you to be good at everything. Thousands of people in the world are different. If you want to do a good job in business, you must practice good-looking eyesight.

Although the man in front of him had a tattered robe, thin face, and a heavy box on his back, he was very young, with fairy spirit faintly revealed between his black and white eyebrows, and he looked like an immortal who was not as good as the world. The waiter's witty head turned around and thought to himself: "A fairy like this must like light food."

In just a moment, Xiaoer even thought about the elegant names of those vegetarian dishes.

But the guest replied lightly: "I want wine."

The waiter's hand slid on the table, "Okay."

"A jar of very mellow wine, the better the mellower." The guest answered, picked up the teacup, and looked at the misty rain outside the winery.

The waiter who went to the wine jar turned his head and looked at the guest, and then looked in the direction where the guest looked far away.

That is the direction of Jinling City.

He was the only guest in the entire restaurant. The waiter had been busy all morning and now he wanted to chat with someone to increase his knowledge. So he took the opportunity to find a topic and said, "Are the guest going to Jinling City?"

The guest nodded, but still did not turn his head.

The waiter was not annoyed, but just carried the wine with difficulty. Suddenly, the wine jar that he felt was extremely heavy became light at this moment. After floating in the air for several rounds, he flew to the wooden table in front of the guests.

Seeing this, the waiter asked excitedly: "Is this a magic trick?"

"Little brother is really joking." A gentle and low voice came from outside the wine shop: "There are no gods in this world, and no one can become gods. How can the 'immortal art' be said?"

When the waiter heard the sound, he hurriedly looked at the door, but there was no sign of a person. He turned his head and found that there was a person standing in front of him, only a few feet away from him.

This man held a whisk in his hand and was wearing a Taoist robe. He seemed to be the same as the guest who had just entered the door. He had the same temperament and spirit, but the difference was that this man was even more majestic.

The waiter was frightened: "This is not a magic trick anymore!"

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. You don't need to panic, little brother." The Taoist robe smiled gracefully and put a big silver in Xiaoer's hand: "Now, please don't worry, little brother, I promised me to do something."

"What's the matter?" The waiter was puzzled.

The young master looked up and looked around. After confirming that the waiter was the only one in the shop, he patted the waiter on the shoulder, "I will take this restaurant first. Please leave here and let me tell you the old friend alone. After an hour, I will return it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young master's figure disappeared out of sight.

The waiter was shocked again.

He had a feeling that as long as he walked out, the winery would soon become a pile of ruins. But he had regarded the two people in front of him as immortals, so how could he dare to neglect them? He hurried to the counter and took a few big pieces of silver, and ran out of the door through the ground.

The young master who had already flashed to the back of the guest saw the waiter leaving, waved the whisk again, looked at the sitting guest, and then looked at the wine on the guest's wooden table, "Although I don't know how to drink, I know that such a mellow wine will inevitably hurt my throat."

"I didn't open the seal yet, how do you know that the wine smells so mellow?" The guest's hand that wanted to lift the seal stopped immediately.

The young master smiled faintly: "You look very worried. If you want to relieve your sorrow, you must drink wine. But it was your first time drinking, and you didn't know what kind of wine to relieve your sorrow, so you simply called the most mellow and drunken wine."

The guest smiled faintly. This smile was very similar to the one who had before, but it became more gentle: "I haven't seen you for many years, but you still like to be profound and mysterious."

Xiao Haochen laughed, took a whisk lightly, shook his tail back, and bowed: "Senior Brother."

Murong Haoyue nodded in response. Then he moved his earlobes lightly. After hearing the sound of the swaying tail, he calmly said: "Zixiao Whisk. It seems that the news that you have become the head of Wudang is not fake."

Xiao Haochen interjected: "The Taoist robe is ragged, and the sword box is browned. It seems that the senior brother is trapped by love, and it is not fake. The blessing of the infinite Heavenly Lord."

Murong Haoyue ignored the sarcasm in Xiao Haochen's words, but quietly opened the seal. For a moment, the mellow aroma of wine filled the entire wine shop. Xiao Haochen took a deep breath of the wine and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a mellow good wine in this inconspicuous wine shop."

"When will you drink?" Murong Haoyue poured himself a bowl of wine and took out a red invitation from her arms.

"I have never seen it." Xiao Haochen shook his head and smiled, "I just deal with such people too much, so I know a little about wine. They said that the most mellow and strongest wine cannot relieve sorrow, it will only make you feel sad, and even more sorrowful."

But Murong Haoyue did not listen to the advice and brought the bowl to her mouth, "Then I have a friend, but he said that such a mellow wine can attract people's intoxication, as insignificant as the heavenly being."

In the wine shop in the rain, amid the junior brother's sigh, he tasted the wine for the first time.

The wine is filled with fragrance, and then replaced by the spicy and scorching throat.

"Swish, this strong wine can even make you cry." Murong Haoyue choked and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Senior brother, the great way is ruthless. Why bother to hurt yourself?" Xiao Haochen said helplessly.

"Tao is ruthless, but has feelings." Murong Haoyue immediately rejected: "Tao is his original heart, and it also says that Tao will last forever in his heart."

"But ruthlessness is affection, and ruthlessness is also ruthlessness. Love is intentional, but ruthlessness." Xiao Haochen hurriedly said: "Wu Dang has been waiting for you to return to the mountain. I have been waiting for eight years! You keep saying that you want to find the heart of swords, but..."

"Sword Heart, I have found it." Murong Haoyue said.

Xiao Haochen took a step forward: "It is a good thing that you found Jianxin, but when you go out to find Jianxin, you forget the great way in your heart."

"I have never forgotten the road." Murong Haoyue took a sip of wine.

Seeing that after a long time of reassuring, Xiao Haochen let out a heavy breath and returned to his original handsome young man: "Senior brother, we haven't discussed this for a long time. Huh, it seems like we have returned to the years when we can't go back. Unfortunately, I want to continue arguing for a while, but now, I have something else to do."

"I'm here to kill people." The extremely cold eight characters came out of the warm and elegant young master, and there was even more chill.

"Are you here to kill me?" Murong Haoyue didn't raise her head, and she was still sitting there drinking wine she had never drunk before.

"No." Xiao Haochen said firmly: "I'm here to kill those who want to kill senior brothers."

After saying that, he waved the whisk and tied a flying knife with his tail.

The flying knife was not very gorgeous, it was a very ordinary and simple small iron flying knife. But the only difference was that the flying knife was tied with a piece of cloth and a white cloth.

There is a word written on the white cloth - ghost.

Xiao Haochen turned to look at the door of the restaurant, but he didn't know that there was a person standing there.

The man was dressed in black and had a grimace on his face.

"Flying Knife Ghost." Xiao Haochen said lightly: "Two hundred and sixty-one masters in the martial arts world have been killed."

"No, it's two hundred and eighty." A low and illusory voice came from under the ghost face.

"Oh? Did I remember it wrong?" Xiao Haochen thought.

"You remember correctly. It's just that I just killed nineteen people." The flying knife ghost grabbed the flying knife stuck to the whisk. The flying knife fell into his hand, and then slowly walked into the winery. "I'll kill all the people who want to snatch the crane blood lotus with me."

"I originally heard that you had sixteen flying knives with you. Once the knife was thrown out, there would be no return. Now why do you have to take back an ordinary broken knives?" Xiao Haochen joked.

The flying knife ghost sneered: "Because my ghost and god flying knife has been greatly improved, I can be able to retract the flying knife freely."

"Because of this, you only use a flying knife?" Xiao Haochen was still puzzled.

"No." The flying knife ghost lifted up his mask and opened his mouth: "I just like the blood of the person I killed, so after I achieved this skill, I used a flying knife." After that, he licked the flying knife gently.
Chapter completed!