Chapter 271

It's bright, and the sun comes up with a little warmth.

There are more and more pedestrians on the post road, coming and going, busy.

The plan of the year lies in spring. After the Spring Festival, both merchants and ordinary people are busy. So there are a lot of people in Chongnan post road, which used to be deserted.

On the roof of the old post house standing on one side of the post road, curls of cooking smoke came out, and faint thoughts spread all over the small post station.

The old man who guarded the post station, who was dazed by the wanmilin group last night, had already got up early and started to make a meal. The old man is not young, but his body is still strong. He always has a smile on his face and treats people like a fish. Of course, the old man felt embarrassed about his drunkenness last night, for fear that the guests would blame him. But the old man didn't know that these people had bewitched him. And the kind-hearted old man didn't mind that these guests killed their own poultry after they fell asleep.

At the door of the first floor, Wan Milin and his party were all sitting at the table in front of the door, looking different.

The famous Su jiajianxian didn't show up in the room after last night's World War I. of course, Wan Milin and others didn't dare to disturb him. They just hope that Song Qing can come back early or let them leave early.

After all, Su Chunsheng or that woman's sword repair is not a role to be provoked. If someone is not careful and is slaughtered by someone else, they have no reason to argue.

Wan Milin is OK. After all, he had a short conversation with Su Chunsheng. He also knows that Su Chunsheng, the eldest son of jiuxiao sword sect, doesn't have much aversion to the devil sect. Especially after knowing the identity background of Xie Yingling, he looks at Su Chunsheng with new eyes.

Compared with Wan Milin's calmness and calmness, Zhao Laoer and sun Niang are more worried. They have seen their means and heard the attack last night. Now they just want to get away from this guy who is more terrible than the devil.

The sound of the back kitchen Ding Ding Dong came out constantly. Soon the smiling old man walked out of the back kitchen with a greasy apron wrapped around his body. Rubbing his hands, he came to the three people of wanmilin and said with a smile: "three guests, the food has been cooked. When do you have dinner? By the way, there were five guests last night. What about the other two? Haven't you got up yet? "

At the moment, Zhao Laoer didn't care about these things. He just waved his hand and didn't want to talk. The plump aunt sun also looked at the door indifferently, and looked outside the door eagerly, hoping that Song Qing would appear soon.

Wan Milin just smiles and gets up and says, "old man, our two friends have already gone out. They have some things to do and will be back soon."

Speaking of this, Wan Milin hesitated a little, pointed to the direction of the upstairs, and said with a smile: "by the way, a couple of guests came last night and lived upstairs. The elderly can ask them if they want to have dinner."

The old man was stunned for a moment. He was a little stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that when he was asleep, there were guests again. But since it was business, the old man immediately beamed and said, "in this way, I really want to thank some of my guests."

Wan Milin shook his head and laughed.

But the old man didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he stood on one side with a smile, breathed out a breath, looked at the direction of the gate, and said, "my guest, are you the experts in the Jianghu? Old man, although I'm old, I can see people well. Since some of my guests are so kind, I have a few words from my heart

Wan Milin was stunned for a moment. She turned her head and looked at the old man with a face full of vicissitudes. Zhao Laoer on one side was wrinkled and slightly agitated, while aunt sun didn't care.

The old man didn't mind, but just said with a smile: "today's world is no better than the world of earlier years. In the early years, there were three academies, seven sacred places of martial arts, and all kinds of orthodox sects in the Jianghu. That was a bustling place. By the way, there is also a jiuxiao sword sect in the Central Plains, which makes the whole hinterland of the Central Plains have to give a thumbs up. "

"But today's world is not as good as before. Most of those experts in the Jianghu have disappeared. Even jiuxiao Jianzong said that if they were gone, they would be gone. There are so many greasy things here. This year's north is not very stable. A few days ago, many experts in the river and lake all went south. They said that the North would be in chaos. It seems that some of the guests also came from the north. It's better to go south as soon as possible. "

The old man kept on talking. The three people who thought the old man was short-sighted suddenly opened their eyes.

"Hey, old man, I'm old, too. I haven't experienced any big world, but I've met many big people. At that time, the old man, in my post station, I had received several important people from jiuxiao sword sect. Those people are really worthy of the Central Plains kendo. Speaking of words, I admire them all! "

The old man seemed to be immersed in infinite meditation. He narrowed his eyes and murmured, "it's a pity that today's world is no longer the same. Hey, the world is not old."

At this time, wanmilin three people are surprised, but turn around to see Su Chunsheng, I do not know when to appear in the stairs, smilingly coming.

When the old man saw the young man, he was stunned. Then he turned quickly and said, "my guest, I'm sorry. I fell asleep yesterday. I didn't entertain you. I hope you can bear with me."

Quietly downstairs, Su Chunsheng waved his hand and said with a smile, "it's OK, old man. Do you have anything to eat? You're hungry."

The old man nodded quickly and said with a smile, "some, some. I'll give it to my guest."

After that, the old man went to the kitchen in a hurry.

Wanmilin three quickly got up and stood on one side.

Su Chunsheng is also impolite. He sits on the chair and says, "after dinner, you can go south. Song Qing will wait for you by the Jialong river."

As soon as the words came out, Wan Milin's eyes were wide open, and his face was inconceivable. A few people just reflected that the woman in black who had been inseparable had disappeared, most of them had already left.

At this point, Wan Milin was no longer polite. She winked at them, and then sat on one side of each other and said in a deep voice, "thank you, Mr. Su."

Su Chunsheng waved his hand and did not speak.

The old man soon brought the meal, but after seeing the young man sitting with the three people, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think much about it.

After eating, the three of them got up and left. Before they left, they paid the old man some more money, which made the old man very happy.

Su Chunsheng, on the other hand, after breakfast, squatted in front of the chair at the door, looking at the passers-by coming and going up and down the post road outside the door.

After the old man finished his work, he hesitated a little. He went to the door and said with a smile, "young master, do you want to drink some tea?"

Su Chunsheng looked back and said with a smile, "no tea. Would you like a bar?"

The old man didn't feel strange either. He just laughed and rushed to bring some drinks to Su Chunsheng.

Su Chunsheng sat at the door, drinking and looking up at the old man, and said, "old man, you said before that you once met the people of jiuxiao sword sect?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "I've seen it once, but the swordsmen of Su family never stayed. They just left after a meal."

Hearing this, Su Chunsheng did not ask any more, just drinking while looking at the north.

The old man didn't leave. He just hesitated for a moment and said, "young master, there is a saying that is not worth saying

Su Chunsheng turned his head and said with a smile, "old man, but it's OK to say so."

"I don't know if I'm old-fashioned. I always feel like I've seen a young master somewhere." The old man said with a smile, slightly embarrassed, and said, "have you ever lived here before?"

Su Chunsheng smiles and shakes his head.

The old man laughed, no wonder, just a few words of greetings, then turned to work.

When the old man finished his work, he went to the door and found that the young boy had disappeared.

The old man was a little strange. When he came to the door, he found that there was no wine in the jug. He left it empty at the door, but the man had already disappeared.

Seeing this scene, the old man had no choice but to smile. Most of the time, he was talking too much nonsense, which disturbed the young man?

Then the old man got up and picked up the empty wine pot, only to find a piece of silver under it.

At that moment as like as two peas of old silver, the old man suddenly looked at the spot and stared at the broken silver for a long time. Then he looked up in a dazed way. "I remember, the eyes of this childe are very similar to those who used to be the master of the nine skies.

The old man looked up into the distance and murmured, "is it really the descendants of the Su family?"

Unfortunately, no one answered.

After stopping for a long time, the old man sighed, picked up the silver, put it in his arms, and muttered, "it's a pity that jiuxiao sword sect is not as good as before."

After leaving the post station, Wan Milin, regardless of their identity, went south along the post road and walked for dozens of miles before meeting Song Qing, who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Song Qing's smiling face without any sign of injury, Wan Milin, who had always seemed very indifferent, suddenly turned red. Regardless of the strange sight of several people around him, he rushed forward and hugged the rough man.

See this scene of Zhao Laoer immediately rolled a white eye, but did not come forward to disturb.

Aunt sun chuckled and muttered, "I finally broke this layer of window paper. Over the past few years, I've been very uncomfortable."

Song Qing, who was held in his arms, opened his eyes. It was a little incredible, but soon he grinned and held his soft and exquisite body in his arms and murmured, "it's OK. It's OK."

Wanmilin red eyes, tightly holding the body of this burly, tears Bata Bata down stream.

After so many years in Mozong, you can see that wanmilin and Song Qing are bored with each other, but they are still holding their breath. No one is willing to speak first. They have been holding their breath for many years. Now, even Mozong is like a pack of loose sand. They are separated, but they still have no sign of breaking the window paper.

Who can think of, now unexpectedly in this kind of coincidence, let two people open the knot.

"Where have you been? I'm so worried. "

Wan Milin hugs Song Qing and refuses to let go. She complains.

Song Qing patted Wan Milin's slender back and said with a smile: "Mr. Su asked me to inquire about Jiangbei County. In order to hide people '

"Tell me where to go in the future!"

Wan Milin looked up at Song Qing and complained.

Song Qing laughed and nodded heavily.

"Boss, if you want to get tired of it and find a place to get tired of it at night, we are not very good on this post road, are we?"

On one side, Zhao Laoer finally couldn't help crying.

Mrs. sun followed Ying he and said, "yes, I'll be as tired as I want. I promise I won't eavesdrop."

Ten thousand honey Lin Teng's once red cheek, quickly loosen Song Qing, turn head to walk.

Song Qing laughs and looks at them. Two people coincidentally stretched out a thumb, no resentment, only slowly happy.

Four of us, keep going south.

Walking in front of wanmilin, I have no reason to think of a sentence Su Chunsheng once said before: people in the demon sect are human after all. There are also joys and sorrows, but also know the warmth and coldness of human relations. Most of the time.

Chongnan post road leads north to Jiangbei County, and there are more and more people going up the post road.

Chu Youwei, a woman with a sword in black, walks slowly along the broad post road and goes north alone.

Near Jiangbei County.

On the post road, a handsome young man with slender figure appeared. He rode on one side of the post road and looked at the South quietly.

There are many passers-by. Many people are unconsciously attracted by this handsome young man. Some businessmen who know their roots in Jiangbei County are stunned when they meet this young man.

The reason why the pedestrian was shocked was that the young man who stayed here was not only handsome, but also famous in Jiangbei County.

Tang art porcelain! The most dazzling young disciple of Tang family in Jiangbei County!

Who would have thought that this young man, even quietly riding on one side, seems to be waiting for some guests in general.

Not far away, Chu Youwei in black came slowly.

Tang Yici, who had been standing on one side of the post road, finally frowned and drove forward, crossing the post road, just in front of the woman in black.

"The Su family sent a girl?"

Without waiting for Chu Youwei to speak, Tang Yici gave a slight scornful sneer and narrowed her eyes.

Chu Youwei looked up at the handsome young man, pulled the corners of his mouth, and replied impolitely: "Jiangbei County has sent you such a woman to shoot a small white face?"