This woman is the proprietress of this shop, and she is the one who is known as the Cangbei tigress Zhuang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoDon't look at her very ordinary, but I think she was also a beautiful girl like a flower back then, and she has never worshiped under Xu Zhenren in Cangbei Xianyuan, and she has learned the method of cultivation for a period of time. But because she was in a hurry, something went wrong when she was practicing, which caused the yin and yang qi in her body to be out of balance, and she became neither male nor female, and even buried her good future. In addition to guilt, Xu Zhenren married her to the shopkeeper Song who has been single under the mountain, although it is not a pair made in heaven, but it has also lived a prosperous life, which has a different taste.

But since that incident, Zhuang's temper has become hot, which is why he has the title of tigress. On ordinary days, the shopkeeper Song called her a hundred and obedient, and if the other party wanted stars, he would never pick the moon. In this way, the two have been together for twenty or thirty years, and they have been at peace with each other, but today, the peace was finally broken.

"Yo, where did this handsome guy come from, let me see. ”

As soon as he heard Zhuang's tone, the shopkeeper Song was not good, so he hurriedly said: "Madam, you are mistaken, I am not talking about this young man, but the poor scholar in the back." ”

When Zhuang Shi looked at the person at the door, his face was immediately full of red light, like a ripe fruit, containing such an indescribable ambiguous color. Without waiting for Shopkeeper Song to continue, she had already taken the lead and said, "Childe, where are you from?"

The scholar clasped his fists and saluted, then smiled, "From the south." ”

Zhuang frowned, and then said: "South? ”

The scholar raised his eyebrows and said: "Jiangbei, exile from the mountain." ”

Zhuang's expression froze, and the body, which was close to two hundred catties, shook twice on the spot, as if he had been beaten with a stick, and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"You, you, where you came from!"

The scholar nodded, still smiling.

Zhuang threw the bone-splitting knife in his hand to the ground next to him, and the blade was directly embedded in the ground more than two inches, penetrating the floor tiles.

"He, is he okay?" Zhuang said stupidly.

"He's a very good old man, just let me give you a message and go home often. ”

The brighter the scholar's smile, the more sad the look on Zhuang's face became. The most surprising thing was the shopkeeper Song next to him. He has been married to each other for decades, and he has seen her joys and angers, but he has never been sad. He even thought for a while that Zhuang would not be sad, let alone cry. But right now, the tears in the other party's eyes have been flowing, and the crying is so happy.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?"

Without waiting for Shopkeeper Song to step forward to comfort him, Zhuang had already put his arms around his shoulders, and then leaned on it and sobbed quietly. In this regard, the scholar looked embarrassed, as if he didn't know what to do next.

"What is the origin of your boy, why is it that when my wife sees you, it is like seeing a mourning star. Hurry up and go, you just have the ability to get through the sky, and I don't need you anymore. ”

was counted down by the other party like this, but the scholar was not angry, and he still behaved politely, which made people lose their temper with him. Just as he was about to turn away, the young man in the short shirt from before suddenly said:

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. ”

The scholar's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he turned back again, and looked at the neat young man with a strange look.

"How do you know who I am?"

Who is he? Seeing the two of them facing each other, they were full of anger. The shopkeeper Song next to him completely ignored the tearful man next to him, and directly entrusted her to the guy next to him, and then walked over and said to the scholar: "It was originally you." ”

The scholar scratched his hair, which had not been combed for several days, and then made a helpless expression:

"Well, I'll just say, I shouldn't have come this time. ”

As soon as these words came out, the diners who had been dining in the hall actually stood up at the same time and cast a terrible look at the scholar.

That gaze was like a myriad of sharp arrows, pinning the book to the spot, making him unable to move. Actually, he really couldn't move. The road was completely surrounded by a crowd, and even the corridor leading to the backyard was blocked by a few men armed with maces.

Seeing this formation, the poor scholar actually laughed to himself twice, and then returned to his usual words: "It turns out that you have been waiting for us here for a long time!"

It's still the guy in the short shirt, it's still the embroidered sewing kit, the difference is that the hair with the rusty needles has been pinched in his palm casually, and his face is full of contempt and disdain.

"Bi Fei Gongzi, I still found you. ”

The scholar lightly hugged the tip of his hair, and then said indifferently: "Clever Craftsman, you still have so many things." ”

After speaking, he glanced at the shopkeeper Song, and then chuckled: "If my guess is correct, you are Song Zhenting!"

Shopkeeper Song put on an innocent look, looked around, and then refocused his divine light on the other party, and said nervously:

"Who is Song Zhenting?"

The scholar nodded and slowly put away the folding fan in his hand. Suddenly, his right hand was crushed, and the originally tattered fan was completely renewed, and a painting that was difficult to torture appeared.

It was a skull. This is the unique weapon of the Bi Silk Prince, the skull fan.

At that time, Bi Qian Gongzi was still a rare young talent in the rivers and lakes, and with a skull fan, he was already alone in the world and invincible. But then, for some reason, this young man with an evil spirit disappeared mysteriously, and once he disappeared, it was thirty years. But who would have thought that the scholar in front of him was the terrifying smiling demon?

As soon as the skull fan came out, not only the shopkeeper Song, but even the short-shirted guy next to him showed a little jealousy, and couldn't help but take a few steps back. At the same time, the people surrounding the area widened the encirclement slightly, so that they could use their fists and kicks when they could make a move.

Looking at these rising stars, the green silk boy suddenly laughed, and the voice seemed to have a mysterious magic, which made people feel uneasy and couldn't calm down for a long time. But at this moment, Zhuang reappeared.

Her face still had the tears she had cried before, and there was blood on her lips from biting her lip in too much pain. Her hair was fluffy and piled up, and she no longer paid attention to any fancy. There was nothing else in her eyes but that of the green silk boy.

"Did I really call you here?"

The green silk boy nodded, and then sighed: "The owner of the village misses you very much, and I hope you can go back with me." ”

Shopkeeper Song didn't know where to take out a stainless steel hundred refining knife, and slammed it directly in front of Zhuang's body, and then said coldly: "Don't worry! As long as I am here, others will not want to take you out of here." These people are my brothers who have intersected for many years, and when I am in trouble, Song Zhenting, they protect themselves and me. ”

The guy in the short shirt next to him skewed the hair embroidery needle in his hand and pinched it gently, and a light sound spread out again, like a musical instrument, giving people a comfortable feeling.

"Brother Song has a point. Although I don't have any ability to win the skill, it is more than enough to stop you for a while. If you dare to do it today, I will do my best, and I will entrust you to the underworld together. ”

The green silk boy smiled, and then a trace of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and he threw himself at the other party with a pair of eyes comparable to sharp knives: "Hehe, I have long heard that the master craftsman is ingenious, and has the magical power to stitch all things. However, it doesn't seem to be of any use to me. ”

The craftsman gently pinched up the smallest embroidery needle, and then said casually: "If you don't believe it, you can try it." ”

The green silk boy said coldly: "That's exactly what I mean." ”

"Whoa"

"Poof~"

"Ding~"

"Da~Da~"

After a loud noise, the green silk boy had already landed on the table less than a foot away from him, and only then did everyone realize that the battle between the two had completely ended in the short time just now. The green silk boy still looked as usual, but his breathing was a little shorter. In comparison, the Skillful Craftsman was much calmer, the smile on his face had not had time to disperse, and the frequency of breathing seemed to be much slower than that of the other party. It's just that at this moment, there is suddenly a strange sound in the space.

"Tick, tick~"

The people listened attentively and searched everywhere, but they still found nothing. But the shopkeeper Song has excellent eyesight, and he saw the blood marks between the fingers of the green silk boy, and he was pleasantly surprised, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laughed: "The green silk boy is just like this, in the end, isn't it still planted in the hands of our clever master, haha~!"

In the midst of the other party's bitter laughter, the green silk boy who suddenly realized that he pinched his fingers and moved to the front to take a closer look. But somehow, the gloomy aura that was still lingering on his brow just now disappeared.

"Hehe, I thought it was going on. You say I have blood on my hands, but it's not mine!"

"呲~"

When the green silk boy finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the mouth of the skill-grabbing craftsman next to him. His coarse linen garment immediately became a bloody garment, and soon the ground around him was dyed the same color. He stared at his killer enemy, he really couldn't figure out why the other party could take his life in one move, he couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that the helper he invited died in front of him, Shopkeeper Song, or Song Zhenting, was so frightened that his face was bloodless and panting on the spot, as if he had died.

"You, you!"

Song Zhenting pointed to the green silk boy opposite, and didn't say anything for a long time, but the other party spoke first:

"Miss Zhuang, why don't you go with me? ”

When Zhuang heard this, tears flashed in his eyes again. At the same time, Song Zhenting was already ready to realize that the fish was dead and the net was broken, and he was ready to give the others a signal to do it.

'Brother Ting, stop, let me go with him!'