When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The Long Laixiang Canteen, which was originally quiet in the morning, became inexplicably popular in the afternoon.

More than ten guests rushed in at once.

Everyone is generous.

Everything I ordered was good food and good wine.

Yang Xiuhua has opened a porridge shop for a while, and she can't make ends meet every day. Now that she has a chance to regain her health, she will not let it go.

She rolled up her sleeves, put on her coarse apron, and lit the stove...

As a waiter in the shop, Li Changxiao was naturally not at ease.

Serve wine and tea.

After going back and forth for a few times, he found that today's guests seemed to be particularly difficult to serve.

He scolded loudly at every turn.

Seems to be deliberately making things difficult?

Some of the waiters except Li Changxiao were so frightened by the angry scolding that their legs weakened and made fools of themselves, while some had dull expressions and could not speak properly.

The charlatanism of today's guest is not just an act.

There is really blood on my hands.

The quacks, seeing the waiter cowering, burst into laughter in unison.

He scolded those shop waiters as cowards.

He was embarrassed to be their son.

As unpleasant as it sounds.

In the midst of laughter.

There was a crackling sound from the kitchen.

Yang Xiuhua walked out of the kitchen with a fierce look on her face.

She heard everything she said just now.

When facing the stranger, she showed no sign of weakness. She frowned and told him to go out. She would not make Long Laixiang's meal for him to eat.

"You're a bitch who started out as a thief, why are you pretending to be so noble?" Someone snapped, breaking the wooden table into pieces. He stood up and cursed at Yang Xiuhua.

Yang Xiuhua was frightened for a moment.

The momentum was half weakened.

Immediately, the Long Laixiang dining hall burst into laughter, and the crowds booed and cursed Yang Xiuhua...

All kinds of filthy words are simply unacceptable.

No matter how tough Yang Xiuhua was, there was no way she could withstand this battle.

She was at a loss, shaking her head from side to side, muttering, "No, I don't."

It's a pity that no one listened to her at all.

Opposite Longlaixiang.

The instigator was watching this scene with interest.

The noise attracted many neighbors, who gathered in front of Long Laixiang to watch.

The Jianghu guests present were still unwilling to let Yang Xiuhua go.

Seeing that the tables and chairs in the hall were not enough for them, Zuo Qiuye in the crowd coughed twice when he saw that this was not going to be a problem if this continued.

A moment of silence.

Zuo Qiuye stood up slowly, as if to bring this farce to an end.

Ask Yang Xiuhua to shut down Dragon Lai Xiang and return the brewing method of Erhong to Tiger Lai Xiang.

Yang Xiuhua had already burst into tears and was shaking all over, but this time, she looked at the tall woman opposite and refused to back down in the slightest.

It is impossible to turn off Dragonite. Moreover, Longlaixiang has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is no theft at all.

Zuo Qiuye frowned, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the figure in white who seemed to be wandering in the sky.

She didn't expect to meet Li Changxiao here.

He left the Xia family's guests alone and came to work as a waiter in the canteen?

Soon, she regained her composure and called Liu Ba, Hu Laixiang's cook, outside the door, asking the two masters of Hu Laixiang and Long Laixiang to confront each other.

But there was no intention in thinking, the other party had already prepared a rhetoric, confusing right and wrong, and Yang Xiuhua couldn't explain why.

Dragon Laixiang is Yang Xiuhua's bottom line, and it cannot be closed no matter what.

The hot-tempered Jiang Hu Ke could no longer suppress his anger, so he picked up a machete and slashed at Yang Xiuhua.

According to legend, this Jianghu guest was nicknamed "Thunderbolt Knife" by the Jianghu people.

He was once a escort. Because his wife Hongxing cheated on him, he got angry and killed his wife and her family in half.

After that, he naturally felt disgusted with women, especially beautiful women.

Looking at the roaring sword.

Yang Xiuhua was stunned.

But at this time, Li Changxiao, who was in a daze, slowly regained his clarity in his eyes.

He didn't mean to watch a show.

But just now, he noticed something interesting.

"Why are all the Jianghu people so aggressive?" Li Changxiao shook his head.

He looked around, picked up a broken branch, came to Yang Xiuhua in a few steps, and quickly stabbed it out.

Pointing, stabbing, teasing, poking, flowing like clouds and flowing water, the thunderbolt knife was repulsed in just a few strokes.

"That's him! Yang Xiuhua's mistress, who takes some time to come to me, Hu Laixiang, to cause trouble again and again!"

The head of Hu Laixiang, Liu Ba, the cook who was confronting Yang Xiuhua, saw Li Changxiao take action and immediately shouted.

"oh?"

His voice immediately attracted Li Changxiao's attention.

He smiled meaningfully.

Naturally, he still had some impressions of this man, but his little thoughts and calculations were as childish as a child in his eyes. If he didn't like it, it was a little bit, but other than that, he was angry, angry? I'm afraid not.

He never belonged here, he was always a passerby here. In his eyes, the fights in the market were just a good show. He kept a distance from everyone, even the boss lady with whom he had the most contact. So close yet so far away.

It's just that he happened to have half a foot in the play, and he saw that the proprietress was really pitiful.

Li Changxiao's eyes flashed with blue light, and he was shrouded in invisible dream magic. He helped the proprietress so that Liu Ba could have a taste of it, so why would he suffer the consequences?

"How dare you! You dare to commit a crime in front of us!" A Jianghu came to his senses and was about to take action.

However, he was stopped by Zuo Qiuye.

"Brother Changxiao, do you really want to help the tyrant?" Zuo Qiuye said coldly.

"We will know the right and wrong after another confrontation." Li Changxiao smiled, looking out the window and continuing to busy himself.

"What else is there to be right! The facts are already clear!"

"Yes, don't you think that your broken sword moves can shock us?"

"Humph, I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be an unknown person, and the sword moves he used were just so-so."

The Jianghu people mocked him.

Liu Ba said: "Humph, I, Liu Ba, am upright and upright, so what if we confront each other again!"

An unusual blue flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he was dragged into a dream woven by Li Changxiao.

Deep in his subconscious, he was already controlled by Li Changxiao.

But he didn't realize it.

"Boss lady, behave well."

Li Changxiao smiled at Yang Xiuhua and stopped interfering with the matter.

He sat by the window, looking at the snow outside. After taking a sip of strong liquor, he sighed softly and turned his head to look west.

The west gate of Longcheng.

On a snowy day, a man of medium build, wrapped in coarse linen, pushed a cart and sold tofu.

He seemed to feel cold, rubbed his hands on his chest, and felt that it was still not warm enough, so he took out a bowl of tofu from the wooden barrel and ate it by himself.

When he just picked up the tofu.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his eyes.

I was in a dream.

The man put down the tofu, turned his head, and his sight fell on a group of people in the distance.

No more, no less, just thirteen people.