Chapter 1132: Four hundred thirty six

Chapter 1132 Chapter 436: Shigang Tavern
"Hiccups, who are you?" The drunk-eyed Master Xiang hiccuped and shouted at several blurred figures in front of him: "There is no order from the master, you are allowed to enter the study, ah!?"
In front of the alcoholic Patriarch, there is a messy square table. Xiang's performances are randomly stacked on the edge, while the center table is filled with wine bottles and small vegetables, and greasy vegetable residue falls from the chopsticks. Dip some of the ink to open the table.
The two black shadows rising from the ground looked at each other and both frowned. It was hard for them to believe that the middle-aged man in front of them was the legendary patriarch of the Xiang family who was diligent in clan affairs.
"Maybe it's a stand-in, grab it back and have a look."
"Also."
When Xiang Ange, who was still drunk and dimly eyed, heard this, his expression was suddenly clear, the threatened soul suddenly became agitated, and his spiritual power turned into a cloud tiger, flying towards the two of them, while Xiang Ange retreated to the window and said Still shouted: "There are assassins!"
"The cultivation base is not fake."
Guhan stretched out his hand to shoot Yunhu out, and said lightly: "It seems it should be. It should be the same after drinking eight bottles of fairy drunk."
"The armored soldiers of Xiangfu should be surrounded by them. The old way goes to accompany them to play games, and the Patriarch will be handed over to the master."
The thin black shadow sank into the ground again, and Gu Han also turned into black smoke, and then stopped in front of Xiang Ange, the monstrous demon gas turned into a huge grimace with blue-faced fangs, waiting for Xiang Ange to cast himself in the mouth. .
Upon seeing the ghost king blocking the road, Xiang'an immediately stopped his figure, and threatened: "I am the head of the Xiang family, the Longzhou envoy of the An family, if you dare to move me, the An family will never let you go!"
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There are fifteen roads to the north of Chaochang City, of which three are to the north.
If you go straight to Lingbei Road, you can lead to a stone hill outside the city. Chaochang is known as Jushi Mountain.
Gein used to be a Qianren Mountain, but due to thousands of years of mining, there are only scattered stone hills left, and a small road leading to the middle of Longzhou was cut.
Because the road is narrow, caravans are rare, but the wandering warriors prefer this one.
Therefore, there are also several butcher shop taverns for people to eat, drink and rest. However, the people who walk along the North Ling Road are usually wandering warriors. Therefore, the standard of the butcher shop is naturally not high. It is said that it is a delicacy. Even fresh and clean is not so easy.
After all, the qualifications of the clients are here. If this is done too well, it will be coveted, and even the poor people passing by can't afford it.
This is Lao Ma's business experience, but I don't know what luck has been going on recently. Shigang's tavern came to approve high-profile customers, gave the treasurer Lao Ma a pen of money, and kept the tavern for a whole month.
Looking at these young and lavish hawks, Ma knows well that this may be the son of which family came out to play private visits on microservices, and just collect the money.
So Shigang’s tavern became a group of high-profile customers, but the service attitude was worse than when the old horse was.
It has been ten days since there has been no business. The little brother who ran the hall squinted at the entrance of the tavern, staring at the pedestrian warriors.
Most of the people who walk the North Road are strong men who are not afraid of the dangers of the mountains. If they meet such an arrogant young man, they will come forward to reward a few ear scrapers, but they really dare not.
In the past ten days, anyone who wanted to teach the little brother Paidang was taught by his younger brother who was as strong as a bear.
Although I don't know who this old horse gave the shop, but if he keeps running like this, the tavern must be finished.
Looking at the colossal tavern for ten days, the boss who is also begging for life on the stone hills, couldn't help muttering like this in his heart.
After all, Paotang was meant to recruit visitors. Other Paotang couldn’t wait for the corners of his mouth to reach the corners of his ears, but this kid squatted at the door with his face all day long, and staring at passers-by with crippled eyes. It would be strange to attract business. Up!
Just when everyone thought that this running hall had only that unpleasant expression, a thin young man came up Lingbei Road, with a delicate face and wearing a plain suit, walking along the stone hills of Lingbei Road.
The young man walked earnestly step by step, but he seemed to have inconvenient legs and feet, and his lower limbs were a little stiff and lame when he bent, and he looked funny.
And it was such a funny neck that made the eyes of the dead fish eyes "shoo" widened.
Then the running hall swooped out and rushed to the side of the slightly lame young man, followed at every step, and wanted to say something at a loss: "Daguan Tang"
After changing three titles in a row, but did not finish the whole sentence, the slightly lame young man glanced at the hall and said calmly: "Call Boss Luo."
"Yes, yes." Rumen's parlor nodded and smiled flatly like a dog: "Boss Luo, Boss Luo, please come in with the kid, Boss Du is waiting for you."
Welcoming the lame boss into the tavern, the pavilion closed the door and hung the sign of closing, and then squatted at the door. The patron that had just looked like a slave became abominable again, and he turned his nose to some pedestrians who were looking over. Nose, eyes are not the provocation of eyes: "What do you look at, do you want to be beaten!?"
The one who entered the tavern was naturally Tang Luo who ran out of the inner city of Chaochang. To tell the truth, his legs and feet weren't completely neat, but who made the remnants of the Yun family so anxious.
So there was no way, he could only come out first, and the reason why the soldiers of the Jiangxing Pavilion appeared outside Chaochang City was naturally because of his summons.
It has been more than nine months since leaving the retreat in April last year. For the warrior, but for a thriving organization, it has been a while.
"Well, in October when I was away, nothing happened to the General Star Pavilion, right?"
Sitting still in the pub, Tang Luo asked with a smile at the expressionless man in front of him.
"as always."
"Shi Xin's bloodline affects you more and more deeply."
This is compliment and worry. If it were not for the extremely high level of bloodline ability development, it would be almost impossible for bloodline ability to influence the character of the martial artist, let alone a strong character like Dusha.
But on the other hand, the bloodline development level is so high that even a strong like Dusha can influence it, so how can it not make people worry.
After all, Shi Xin's characteristics are not all positive for the human race.
"Happiness, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, shock." Dusha did not avoid this question: "These emotions are becoming weaker and weaker as the cultivation base becomes deeper."
This is the shortcoming of contemplating and casting souls. People can't escape the influence of spiritual power. Even a tyrannical person like Du Sha, under the dual influence of Shi Xin's bloodline and Xuan Ding's visualization, is gradually becoming inhuman. The situation is closer.
"The development of blood and spirits should stop, and further down, you may become a god."
(End of this chapter)