Huangliang Inn

Anshi in February is always cloudy and rainy, with few sunny days.

The whole city is shrouded in water mist, misty, as if covered with gray and white veil.When the wind blows, the rain is mixed with a little bit of snow, hitting the face, which is bitingly cold, no less than a knife.

Even a native of Anshi can hardly get used to this kind of weather.They all wrapped up their coats tightly and walked in a hurry, just to escape the biting cold as soon as possible.

During rush hour, several young white-collar workers had just entered the platform when they suddenly encountered a middle-aged man with a flustered expression running from the opposite side, knocked one of them to the ground, and continued to move forward without looking back.

The woman who was hit sprained her feet and scratched the skin on her palms.The colleague helped her up, and while checking the injury, he said angrily: "Stop him quickly! You still dare to run when you hurt someone, stop!"

Hearing the shouts, the crowd began to gather, and the man never looked back, regardless, just rushed forward desperately.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the man's face was pale, his eyes were red, and he kept repeating unintelligible words, with some white foam hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't he a lunatic?" someone guessed.

Under the uncertainty, some people started to retreat, obviously not wanting to get into trouble.

At the same time, a young man came out more and more, subdued the middle-aged man, twisted his arms backwards, and pressed him to the ground.The injured woman came over with the support of her companions. Seeing this scene, she kept thanking the young man.

"You're welcome." The young man's voice was warm and pleasant.

The subway station staff and the police arrived together. The middle-aged man was still struggling. His expression was ferocious at one moment, and he suddenly became frightened at the next moment. He kept curling up his body, clearly unconscious.

It took a lot of effort to find out the ID card and business card holder from him, and finally confirmed his identity.

Surprisingly, he is actually the manager of a trading company. He works in the most prosperous business circle in Anshi, less than 500 meters away from the subway station.

"Go to the hospital first."

Once the identity is verified, everything can be done according to the regulations.

The parties were taken away, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Only the young man who had subdued the man before stood still.

The flow of people shuttled, people kept passing by him, and their footsteps didn't stop at all, as if there was no such person around him.

After standing for a full two hours, the young man finally moved.

Maintaining the posture with his hands in his pockets, the young man raised his head, his dark hair covered his thick eyebrows, and his eyes were as bright as stars.Under the straight bridge of the nose is the light-colored lips, which are cold and sharp when not smiling, drawing up the smile lines, which is a bit innocent and childish.

"Let's go."

After saying these two words, the young man turned and left.After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned his head, and looked behind Konglong: "Isn't it good to cooperate?"

no respond.

"You really don't cooperate?"

Still no response.

The young man sighed, and finally stretched out his hand, facing each other with his thumb and index finger, and snapped his fingers.

"You are full of resentment, and you have been in the world for a long time. You have made mistakes. Now you want to harm others, are you really afraid of losing your soul?"

There were fluctuations in the air, and the wind on the platform was getting bigger and bigger, and it was constantly swirling.

The young man shook his head, clenched his slender fingers into his palm, and the wind disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Be obedient, come with me."

Putting his hands back into his pockets again, the young man strode his long legs and quickly disappeared at the exit.

During the whole process, the staff of the subway station were always ignorant. Even if they called up the monitoring, they would find that the screen was empty, and there was no youth at all.

The turmoil that happened at the subway station was published in the local morning newspaper, and the content about the youth was only briefly mentioned, and the focus fell on the middle-aged man who was aggressive.

After the incident, the man's family held a certificate confirming that he did have mental problems.

Because the man was diagnosed with the disease, the compensation for the injured, the division of the family property and the ownership of the company are not small lawsuits.

As the background of the middle-aged man was dug deeper, a car accident that happened half a year ago surfaced.Only under the action of the man's family, the report on this matter was quickly suppressed, and was quickly covered up by other news.

Anshi East District, Antique Street

According to local chronicles, the history of this long street can be traced back to the end of Tang Dynasty.At that time, Anshi was still a small fishing village, and the entire city was born just now because of the presence of a navy stationed there.

With the change of the times and the rotation of the years, Anshi's economy has taken off and continued to expand outwards. The low-rise buildings in the city have gradually been replaced by high-rise buildings and shopping malls.

Only the eastern district has always retained a small number of mortise and tenon buildings and blue brick houses.

Today, Antique Street has become an important scenic spot in Anshi.

There are shops on both sides of the long street, and the doors are open on the street. There are restaurants, cloth shops, rouge shops, gold and silver houses, antiques and porcelain, and even medical shops and pharmacies.The shopkeepers and clerks either wear long robes or short brown, with handkerchiefs on their shoulders, singing ancient tunes. Tourists experience this place as if they were in a hundred years ago. Compared with the high-rise buildings separated by a wall, they seem to be two worlds.

There is an inn at the end of the long street, a two-story wooden building with cornices, and a wooden plaque embedded in the door, with the word "Huangliang" written on it.There are two black stone sculptures in front of the door, which look like beasts with wings, like birds with claws, and their bodies are covered with scale-like armor, which is quite terrifying.

Different from the other two inns on the same long street, this one is always deserted, the door is often guarded by the copper general during the day, and lanterns are rarely lit at night.

Without seeing many customers, profit is of course empty talk.

The Long Street is full of land and gold, and there are business opportunities everywhere. It would be a waste for shops to be "vacant".There is no lack of people coming to the door, asking the owner if he has any plans to rent or sell.However, the owner is too mysterious and rarely shows up. When he asks the neighbors, he just shakes his head and doesn't know.

Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that some people will take risks and use their brains.

After coming down several times, the inn was safe and sound, but there was no sign of these people on the long street.It was as if a mud cow had entered the sea without a trace, and there was nothing to be found.

On this day, the inn opened for the first time.

It's just that it rained heavily when I got up early, and there was no one on the whole long street, so naturally there was no business.

The young shopkeeper didn't feel annoyed at all. He came down from the second floor, rolled up his long sleeves, and sat on a rocking chair near the door, with five or six bells in his hand, patiently wiping them one by one.

The bells were made of gold and silver, and the other two were carved from a single piece of white jade, and the tops were connected by jade chains, without any trace of splicing.

The young man is thin and thin, wearing a white sweater, which makes him look a little empty.But the wrist is very strong, the fingers are slender and white, when clasping the jade bell, it seems to be a whole body.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded in front of the door, getting closer.

The young man raised his head, and he was not surprised to see a stunning face.

The owner of the face was obviously in a bad mood. He stepped into the store, took off his coat, went straight to the counter, supported it with one hand, jumped over easily, grabbed a small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, patted it away, raised his I poured it down.

"Ugly six, this is the last jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine." The young man put down the bell, looked at the visitor who had stretched his long legs and drank half of the wine in a few sips, and reminded.

Leaving the empty wine jar behind, someone touched it for a while, took out a palm-sized shell, threw it to the young man, and said, "I'm in a bad mood. Yan Yu, I remember you still have a few jars hidden away." liquor?"

Yan Yan caught the shell, bent his fingers, and tapped it with his knuckles.

The shell opened slowly, revealing the treasure hidden inside, which were actually two golden pearls the size of thumbs.

"I do have good wine." Yan Jue put down the shell and smiled gently, "I just don't want to ruin it for you."

"Stingy!" Ugly Six curled his red lips, making him look even more glamorous.

"It's not about being stingy, it's about not being stingy. Do you know how difficult it is to find a ten-year-old tree that has given birth to a wise old osmanthus?" Yan Jue walked to the counter, picked up the empty wine jar, and tilted it. Ugly Liu glanced at him, and said pointedly, "Another thing to remind you, given your current situation, it is inappropriate to call me 'Lao Tzu' again."

Being poked to the point of pain, Ugly Six was about to erupt in an instant, his body was filled with murderous aura, and a row of fangs protruded from his mouth.

"Okay, don't scare me." Yan Jue turned around and continued, "Bright teeth here, do you want to be blamed? I just caught a grieving ghost a few days ago, and I use you to make soup , can help eliminate a lot of grievances..."

Before Yan Yan could finish speaking, Ugly Six put away his fangs immediately.

"Yan Jue, you've changed."

"It hasn't changed." Without looking back, Yan Yan took down a clay bottle from the wooden stand, opened the cork, and instantly the aroma of the wine filled the air.

"Yan Yan..."

"I know you have been sad recently." Yan Jue turned around and handed the pottery bottle over, "Who made me a good person."

"Tsk!" Chou Liu curled his lips again, but his mouth was soft, and he swallowed back the words.

After drinking a bottle of fine wine, Ugly Six became a little tipsy, leaning against the counter and chatting.

"Ah, you come to judge. Who stipulated that the whole clan can only have one female leader. If the female leader is gone, one must be selected from the male fish to evolve?" Ugly Liu hiccupped, gritted his teeth, and said, "Lao Tzu How could you be so unlucky to be the chosen one?"

"Don't ask me, ask Nuwa." Yan Jue folded his arms, leaned against the counter, and said with a smile, "It's up to now, accept your fate. In general, there is nothing wrong with it, right?"

"Where is it good?" Chou Liu said angrily, "I think back then when I was fighting all over the clan, Chou San and Chou Si would not accept it, and they would fight me to the death every time they saw it! Now it's good, everyone is clamoring to fight to the death for me !"

As if thinking of some "terrible" experience, Ugly Six couldn't help shivering, his expression full of chills.

"In the final analysis, what kind of wind did the previous generation of patriarchs have? Why did they want to provoke Gengchen? It turned out to be a good thing. It was so fragmented that people couldn't put it together." Speaking of this, Chou Liu suddenly stopped, with a pair of winking eyes Sweeping towards Yan Jue, his eyes were full of inquiry.

"Look what I do?"

"I've always found it strange that with Geng Chen's temperament, he is cold and unreasonable at all. What do you like about him?"

"Face." Yan Jue blurted out the answer without any hesitation.

"...convinced." Ugly Six scratched his head, "I still feel a little strange."

"what?"

"According to Geng Chen's temperament, you pestered him for 3000 years, but there was no result in the end, and you didn't even get shot to death?"

Yan Jue lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes smudged with a dark color.

The silence was a bit long, and Ugly Six began to feel uneasy.Just as he was about to speak, Yan Jue suddenly grabbed the neckline and threw it casually behind him, narrowly avoiding the oncoming black air.

"What?!" Ugly Six was taken aback. Looking back, he found that the black air was slowly gathering, condensing in mid-air, and turned into a woman in a red wedding dress with a high bun.

"Remember what I told you, I caught a grieving ghost earlier?" Yan Jue rolled up the slipped sleeves again and smiled.

"It's her?" Chou Liu looked stunned, looked at the woman in mid-air again, and said suspiciously, "I don't study much, so don't lie to me. Is this a grieving ghost? It's clearly a ghost!"

"Look at less useless things in the future." Hearing Chou Liu's words, Yan Jue glanced at her, and grabbed a silver bell from the air, "I am the Lord of Yellow Beams, and if I say she is, she is! She is not, she is not, understand?"

Ugly Six swallowed hard, took half a step back and nodded vigorously.

Yes, you're the boss, and you're right!

She's got water in her head, dare to refute a mirage dragon!