I want to cultivate swordsman

It was getting dark, and the blind old man in the inn took down the red lantern outside the courtyard, lit the fire core inside, and then hung it on the wall courtyard again. There was only this little light in the surrounding area for a few miles, which looked very bright. conspicuous.

The brawny man with a big face and a thick neck was the cook of the inn, and he came to the hall with a large pot of bones and meat. The man with a slope foot took it and put it on the table beside him. good timber.

Zhao Liangcai looked at the pig's head, which was two bigger than his own head, and the craving he had aroused earlier disappeared in an instant, and he even felt a little nauseous. A thick hair is still on the flesh, and the pig skin shrinks tightly after being cooked, making the grinning mouth look like a smile, which is somewhat permeable.

"It's really uglier than biscuits."

Zhao Liangcai shook his head and turned the tub around.At this time, someone came in from outside the inn, Zhao Liangcai looked up, it was not the blind old man who just walked out, but a man in robes who was as thin as hemp stick.

The man walked straight over after entering the inn, and he was not polite. He grabbed a piece of bone and meat from the wooden basin and stuffed it into his mouth to bite.

Zhao Liangcai ignored him and pretended not to see him.

The long-robed man quickly gnawed a bone clean, threw it by the table, and said with a mouth full of oil: "If you don't eat such a delicious thing, you won't have a chance. You should eat more while you can." .”

Zhao Liangcai didn't expect this guy to be so familiar, so he chatted with him as soon as he came here, he glanced sideways, and said arrogantly: "My son has eaten too many delicacies from mountains and seas. No matter how delicious this food is, it won't catch my eye."

The robed man couldn't help laughing when they were talking, when several guards and the coachman came over, the guard with the scar on his face sat beside Zhao Liangcai, muttered something delicious, then grabbed the bone and gnawed a mouthful.

The coachman said: "Is it against the rules to just eat it like this?"

The guard with a scar on his face said: "What's not in compliance with the rules? The shopkeeper said that he would take care of two meals. Isn't this the second meal? Besides, the lady gave 15 taels of silver before, so let's eat with confidence, Zhao Young master, you eat too."

Zhao Liangcai rested his chin with his hands, looking uninterested.

The guard with the scar on his face looked at the robed man again and said, "Who are you, have you never seen him before?"

The man put down the bones and flesh in his hand, moved his face and said: "In Xialusan, it's the wild people in the Leewind Ridge."

Lu San introduced his identity, the guards sized him up and down, and asked meaningfully: "You can afford the food in the inn even if you live here in Leeward Ridge? The fee here is not cheap."

Lu San smiled: "We don't need to pay for meals."

"Us?" The guard narrowed his eyes and frowned.

At this time, someone approached the inn again, and they turned their heads to look. It was a dwarf who was only half the height of a person, wearing a robe that did not match his body, and when he walked, the robe made a rustling sound on the ground.

Another person came in right behind him. This person was really weird. His face seemed to be smeared with charcoal dust. It was so black that it made people want to laugh. He could barely see the outline of his facial features, and it was not only his face, as long as it was exposed on his clothes. This is true of the skin on the outside.

Then came a cripple who hopped on one leg...

In just a short while, there were suddenly a lot of people in the inn, all of whom were different. If they hadn't met here, Zhao Liangcai would have thought they were playing tricks, but here they seemed a little abnormal.

Lu San got acquainted with these people, talked and laughed with them, and the "we" mentioned earlier should refer to these freaks.

The guard with the scar on his face exchanged glances with the coachman, and then whispered a few words in the ears of the other guards. The latter nodded in unison, and stood the saber at their waist on the table leg. Draw a knife to deal with it.

"Where's the wine, where's my wine?" Lu San suddenly called out.

Hearing this, the man at Pojiao, who was cleaning up things behind the counter, immediately put his head on the counter and responded, "Do you want the red jar or the green jar?"

Lu Sandao: "The pig-killing feast is naturally to drink wine from the red jar, idiot."

The lame man in charge of the waiter was not annoyed by being scolded. He came to the wine cabinet and took out a jar of wine and brought it over. The aroma was a little different, the wine that Zhao Liangcai drank in Zuichun Building could fill several rice vats, and he could smell the aroma of the wine once.

The smell in this jar is more like the smell produced by over-fermented fruit.

Lu San poured out a bowl, and the wine in it was as red as the jar. Lu San took a big sip with a satisfied expression on his face, and those weirdos also scrambled to hand over the bowl to pour the wine.

It was so noisy, and soon they drank up the whole jar of wine, and all the bones and meat in the wooden basin were eaten. Only the pig's head was still placed in the middle, and no one moved at all.

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In the kitchen at the back of the hall, there are several iron chains with hooks hanging from the top of the beams. Each hook is hooked with a large piece of meat. These meats have no skin, only bones and tendons. Not sure what meat it was.

A strong man with a big face and a thick neck stood in front of the soup pot and stirred the boiling water in the pot with a big spoon. Every time the spoon was stirred a circle, white bones would float up, and then sink again soon.

The young and beautiful innkeeper was sitting on the chair near the window in the kitchen. She touched her lips with her fingers while observing the situation in the hall through the gap between the windows.

After a while, she said to the cook: "Lu San told me today that Mr. Shake has a premonition that there is danger nearby. What do you think the danger will be?"

The cook with a big face and thick neck heard the words but didn't say a word, still staring intently at the soup pot.

The innkeeper bit her lips with her teeth, and the bright red blood popped out immediately. She continued to smear her lips with her fingers, and when her lips became bright red, she said: "The quality of these boars looks good. You should like it, and when the time comes, you will keep those few old ones for stewing soup, and give the rest to Shaking Tiger."

The cook turned around and finally said: "As for Lu San and the others, the stock they left a while ago is not enough, and I'm afraid they won't be able to satisfy them at all. If I call them over tonight, if I don't fill their stomachs, I'm afraid it will be a waste of time." There's going to be trouble again."

The innkeeper thought for a while and said, "Then leave a boar for them. If you give them too much, the tiger will be unhappy."