As he stroked the sword in his hand carefully, Zhuo Yifan felt as if he was stroking a peerless beauty, and he felt a little excited.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, he looked at Xie Xiaoyun, who was holding up the wine jar again on the ground. His Taoist robe was ragged and unkempt, and Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"I love this sword very much. Can the Taoist Master be willing to give up? I wish..."

"A stinky Taoist priest who can't even eat, why should Brother Zhuo talk nonsense to him?" Tong Angong interrupted Zhuo Yifan's words and said to Xie Xiaoyun disdainfully: "Hey! The stinky Taoist priest! The uncle gives you his usual money. How about selling this sword to my elder brother?"

"Ahem!!"

Xie Xiaoyun, who was choked by the wine, wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, looked up at Tong Angong with a arrogant look, then looked at Zhuo Yifan who was silent on the side, and slowly smiled: "No sell!"

“Oh…”

Tong Angong kicked the wine jar in Xie Xiaoyun's hand away, and approached Xie Xiaoyun viciously and whispered: "My elder brother is the genius of the Tianjian Sect. If you sell this sword, everyone will be happy. If you don't sell it, the sword will naturally return to my elder brother's hand tomorrow, but you at that time, hehe..."

After saying that, Tong Angong lifted the knife around his waist, revealing a hint of cold light.

"So, that's what you mean?"

Xie Xiaoyun looked at Zhuo Yifan with a calm expression.

After being looked at this, Zhuo Yifan subconsciously flashed a little uneasy in his heart, but in the end he still overwhelmed the uneasiness. He really wanted this sword too much, and the sloppy Taoist priest in front of him was just a useless man with no martial arts skills. He simply didn't say anything, just relying on Tong Angong to negotiate.

At this time, many pedestrians stopped and pointed at each other on the street, but most of them were watching the fun. No one seemed to be willing to care about this little business. After all, they were just oppressing a sloppy Taoist priest.

"So, do you sell it, or not?" Seeing that the number of onlookers was increasing, Tong Angong was already a little impatient.

Xie Xiaoyun also looked at the increasing number of onlookers and said helplessly: "Since you love my sword so much, then I will sell it to you. I have always been using it forever. But I have been using this sword for a long time. If you are not used to it, I hope to look back and still talk to me!"

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed when he heard this, and held the sword and bowed: "Thank you, Master, for giving up love. If you are not used to it, you will definitely be with Master."

"Hmph! You know what you know!" Tong Angong took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of Xie Xiaoyun.

Xie Xiaoyun picked up the silver, picked up another jar of wine, and started drinking it on his own. Zhuo Yifan and Tong Angong and a group of people left. The onlookers also dispersed. Everything just now seemed like a small stone thrown into the lake, calm and unstoppable.

...

"Shopkeeper, just outside the door, the Taoist priest was swept away by someone." The waiter threw the rag on his shoulder and came to the counter and whispered to Yun Bingqing, then told a lot about what was happening outside the door.

"Oh? There is something wrong with this? Although his sword is good, it is oily and black. Most people are too lazy to take a look. Is it true that someone who knows it? " Yun Bingqing said softly, put down his abacus, and then asked again: "Do you know who it is?"

The waiter glanced at the accountant next to Yun Bingqing and replied, "I heard it was the Poyun Sword of the Tianjian Sect, Zhuo Yifan."

"Oh? That guy, does he have a good vision? He bought such a sword for one or two silver dollars." Yun Bingqing suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh?" The accountant behind the counter also smiled and said, "I asked him to make the sword easier for me when I was asked to drink from him. After that, I would not accept it. He held the sword in his hand like a treasure, saying it was passed down from ancestors. Today, he actually sold it to others for a small price of one tael of silver?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuang, even if this sword is not easy for you, hasn't we stopped the wine from Yaoyuelou? Although we pay a little more money from time to time, in fact, Master Xie owes almost two hundred taels, right?"

"Well! A jar of wine is five taels, including the ten taels of silver just now, and it is already two hundred and thirty-six taels! If I ask me to tell you that he will come again in the evening, just send him out and don't give him another drink!" Speaking of this debt, thinking of the Taoist priest's shamelessness, Zhuang Yanqiao also smiled helplessly.

"Mr. Zhuang, don't be angry. He saved my life in Kunming. He gave him some wine and meat. Besides, I didn't listen to Guangcai's words? The sword was swept away." Yun Bingqing comforted.

"I don't care if I don't care. It's okay. If I ask Zhuo Yifan for this, the sword will be mine." Zhuang Yanqiao's smile became a little strange, and he subconsciously twisted the beard on his chin.

Yun Bingqing knew what he was paying attention when he saw it. He sighed helplessly, then looked up and looked around at the diners in the middle hall. Wherever he looked, the diners were extremely excited.

"Shopkeeper Yun looked at me, she glanced at me." A well-dressed young man picked up the wine glass, danced with his hands and gave him a cup in the direction of Yun Bingqing.

"Ho tui! She is clearly looking at me, you are so shameless!" A fat man from the next table replied loudly, four people at the table, leaning on a five-foot knife.

"Where did you come from the rough man in the countryside? Just your appearance as a pig, how can the shopkeeper Yun look at you?" The young master slammed the table and stood up, and the other people in the table also stood up, showing bad looks.

"What? You little sissy like a willow branch, can you still want to do it?" The fat man drank slowly, but the knife slapped the table.

"You are so pickled, how dare you insult me?" The young master was furious. Seeing the servant beside him leading the guards in, he immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and pointed directly at the fat man: "Today I will cut you, the thief pig."

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

A group of guards rushed forward, and the scene suddenly lost control, tables and chairs flew everywhere, and a group of diners avoided them. Some took the opportunity to escape from the restaurant, while others watched the excitement from afar.

"Guangcai, go and notify the patrolman, the pace is faster." Yun Bingqing was not surprised and ordered the waiter in front of the counter.

"Oh, I'll go now." The waiter called Guangcai responded exaggeratedly, flashed across the rapidly flying bowl, and ran lightly outside the door with his feet.

"Mr. Zhuang, these damaged utensils and escaped diners need to be taken one by one. They have to calculate with them when they look back." Yun Bingqing reminded Zhuang Yanqiao on the side again.
Chapter completed!