Suzhou City.
He came at full speed, almost knocking over innocent pedestrians on the road.
The swordsman with a tiger's back and a beard stopped in front of the gate of Tianxialou. The swordsman was not gentle and elegant like a man from the south of the Yangtze River. He was reckless and rough like a wild land in the northwest. He was used to the world, and he had a gangster spirit. A piece of broken silver was given to the waiter at the door, and he said roughly and in detail: "I will foster this horse for three days. Remember to feed it the best fodder."
The water sign with gold letters on a red background outside the Tianxia Building reads "No one allowed to enter the building if they are disheveled".
If you want to enter the world, you must abide by the rules.
The swordsman turned over and dismounted, adjusted his makeup in front of the door, stomped off the mud on the soles of his shoes, and patted off the thick floating soil on his body. The floating soil was so thick that the swordsman choked and coughed several times. When the dust fell to the ground, he spat twice and smoothed his hair. He forced a smile and stepped into the building.
The first floor was filled with people on their way to work. The swordsman didn't stop and went straight upstairs.
The second floor is a place where celebrities often stay. The swordsman will stay in Suzhou for three days. You can hear some things he wants to know on the second floor.
He went upstairs and found a table by the window. He walked for several days, ate and slept in the open air, smelled the fragrant smell of rice in the building, and his mouth watered like a river. He didn't bother to ask for news, so he took off his knife and laid it on the corner of the table, shouting to the waiter in a rough voice. I want a crispy roasted pork knuckle, a roasted chicken, and a jar of soju.
At the table next to the swordsman is a young man in a green shirt. There is a table full of seafood and river delicacies, boiled in plain water, which looks really dull. The young man in green shirt picked up a piece of tender white fish meat, slowly wrapped it in a thin layer of soy sauce from the dish, and put it into his mouth to savor it.
Swordsmen can't stand this elaborate way of eating. To eat meat, you have to hold it and gnaw it, which is satisfying when your mouth is full of oil.
During a cup of tea, the waiter brought pork knuckles, roasted chicken, and a jar of fine shochu.
The swordsman first drank a few sips of soju and ate with a rude look. The wine flowed down his neck and wet his front. The swordsman ignored it, put down the wine jar, picked up the pig knuckle and gnawed wildly.
A table of quacks drinking and chatting against the wall could be heard throughout the second floor.
The scholar-like, skinny scholar was copying the Diamond Sutra at the table. The scholar's gown was washed white and had two extremely ugly patches sewn on. The pen in his hand was delicate and the ink was delicate. He preached eloquently: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the master of Dongting Lake Xie Husheng has appeared in Suzhou and will soon go to Taihu Fairy Island to face Jingxuan Pavilion."
The rich man eating crabs at the side hugged two fireworks women. One of the women peeled the crabs and the other fed him, "Bald Bi Xiucai, five days ago, you also said that Bai Xiaosheng of Guinong Villa appeared in Suzhou, which made me wait for several days. , not even a hair was visible.”
The scholar raised his pen and flicked out a drop of thick ink, and reminded with emphasis: "I am a scholar with a good pen, not a scholar with a bald pen."
The ink beads flew towards the rich young man. The crab-peeling woman panicked and hid in the rich young man's arms. The rich young man raised his hand around the crab-peeling woman's waist and pointed like a dragon. He flicked his fingers slightly and the thick ink turned back and flew back to Xiu. Pen scholar's desktop.
The rich man withdrew his hand, reached into the neck of the crab-peeling woman, and gently caressed the woman's back. The woman's skin was soft and smooth. The rich man ridiculed: "A scholar with a bald pen, this ink stone is very valuable, don't waste it, just this one drop, how much tofu do you have to sell to earn back."
The master of penmanship introduced the ink beads to the tip of his pen and wrote down a few verses. He continued to speak with great skill: "Young master Wang has improved his skill in exploring flowers and dragons. With the skills you have developed on a woman like you, you should be careful when going out." Be careful, be careful of being targeted by the Love Division."
The bearded swordsman finished chewing the elbow, pulled off a chicken leg, and interrupted: "Scholar Xiubi, you just said that Xie Husheng came to Suzhou, do you mean it seriously?"
The scholar put down his pen, picked out a piece of marinated tofu from the dish next to the table, threw it into his mouth, tasted it, stood up and saluted the swordsman, "Scholar Pan Ruxu, Xie Huzhu's news about coming to Suzhou is absolutely reliable. Look. The senior's clothes are from outside the customs."
There are no such red tapes outside the customs. The swordsman gnawed on a chicken leg, waved his hand for him to sit down, and replied gruffly: "Cui Pengshan, the swordsman outside the customs, is not worth mentioning."
Pan, a scholar with a good pen, changed his position and looked at the swordsman from afar, still copying the scriptures, "Senior Cui traveled thousands of miles to the south of the Yangtze River to find out what Lord Xie Lake was doing."
Cui Pengshan, a swordsman outside the pass, spit out a piece of chicken bone and said domineeringly: "I am not satisfied with Bai Xiaosheng's Jianghu ranking. Xie Husheng, a young martial artist, is ranked fifth. I want to compete with him."
The young master from a rich family said in a strange tone: "What the senior said is true. This year's Jianghu Ranking is really outrageous. He, Xie Hu, gave birth to a boy in his early twenties, and his hair was not even long. How could he be on the Jianghu Ranking, ranking fifth?" "
Pan Ruxu, a scholar of Xiubi, knocked on the table and kindly reminded: "Young Master Wang, walls have ears, so be careful what you say. A few days ago, the thieves who robbed homes on the Nanshui Road were removed from many villages, and they all became naturalized and became good citizens. It is said that it was the island master who for."
The noble prince pouted and asked the crab-peeling woman to peel off a crab claw for him. He said disdainfully: "Thank you for the crab fist."
Scholar Xiubi tapped the table again, "Sooner or later you will die from that mouth."
The swordsman outside the pass took a sip of strong wine, swallowed half of the roast chicken, and said with a grin: "Crab fist, this Xie family's boxing doesn't sound very good either."
Pan Ruxu, a master of pen writing, looked as pale as a piece of paper and said, "Senior, don't listen to other people's words. Lord Xie Hu's fists are extraordinary."
Cui Pengshan, a swordsman from outside the Pass, bit into pieces of the chicken frame and swallowed it in his belly. His teeth chattered wildly, "What an extraordinary thing."
"The kind who can decide the world with one punch." The young man in green shirt who was eating fish at the next table put down his chopsticks, took out a pearl from his sleeve and paid for the meal. He stood up and stared at the three people.
Cui Pengshan, a swordsman outside the pass, pulled open his stool, crossed one leg across the other, and said bluntly: "Boy, so you have met Xie Husheng."
The young man in green shirt tilted his head and smiled, "I've seen it before."
A drop of residual ink fell on the paper where the scholar Pan Ruxu was copying scriptures. He fainted into a ball and said tremblingly: "You are Lord Xiehu."
The young man in green shirt raised his hand and clenched his fist, his fist was rugged and playful: "I am the one who thanked the family of Dongting Lake and thanked the students of the lake."
Xie Husheng said his name and put on a boxing stance.
The rich man's face turned pale and he apologized repeatedly: "I just made a mistake after drinking. I would like to thank the owner of the lake, Haihan."
"The Xie family's boxing is indeed called crab boxing, but this crab is unscrupulous." Xie Husheng punched out with such force that before the rich man could react, he had already thrown the table and chair in front of him against the wall. The entire brick wall was torn apart by the fist wind, and the rich man fell to the street with his sternum shattered.
The two fireworks women were swept by the wind and fainted.
Cui Pengshan, the high-spirited swordsman outside the Pass just now, looked ashen, touched the handle of the sword, and pretended to be calm: "Xie Husheng, the rules in this world are that you are not allowed to use force in the building, don't you know."
Xie Husheng cracked his fist bones, took up the boxing stance again, and said disdainfully: "Walking around in the world, my fists are the rules."
Xie Husheng delivered a punch.
Cui Pengshan, a swordsman outside the pass, was swept up by a gust of spring wind and moved to the stairs. A man in green clothes walked down from the third floor, "If there is any disrespectful guest in the world, I will apologize. But anyone who enters my world Everyone in the building must follow the rules of the building in our world. Although Lord Xie Hu is on the list, he cannot break the rules."
Xie Husheng withdrew his fists, straightened his back, and asked, "Who are you?"
The man cupped his fists and returned the greeting, "Suzhou Tianxialou, third-floor clerk, Sui Dingfeng."
Xie Husheng looked casual and chuckled: "The Sui family's spring breeze turns into rain looks quite fancy."
Sui Dingfeng had a serious look on his face, "Maybe our Sui family knows how to measure things, and is not as unscrupulous as the Xie family."
"The pearl on the table is my compensation." Sui Dingfeng, who was guarding the third floor of Tianxia Building, appeared. Naturally, his punches were not going well. Xie Husheng jumped out of the window and was thousands of miles away in one step.
"Brother Sui, if you and Xie Husheng seriously fight, who has a better chance of winning." Liu Yunniang, the clerk on the second floor, appeared from the stairs. She was supposed to mediate, but Xie Husheng is on the Jianghu list and is considered a distinguished guest on the third floor. , we can only ask Sui Dingfeng to calm down the storm.
"You and I can't shake the masters of the Selfless Realm." Sui Dingfeng said coldly and walked back to the third floor.
The wall on the second floor was penetrated and could no longer welcome guests. Liu Yunniang called the waiter to appease the guests, then turned and flew into the backyard.
In the backyard kitchen, Lou Wanchun is making fish soup. The tender, milky-white fish soup is cooked over low heat, and the fragrance wafts over it.
Liu Yunniang walked into the kitchen and whispered beside Lou Wanchun, "Lord, something happened."
Lou Wanchun handed the fish soup to the chef on the side, walked out of the kitchen, flew up to the eaves, and stopped outside the wall that was shattered by Xie Husheng's punch. His face was solemn. The dead rich man on the street was surrounded by pedestrians.
Liu Yunniang flew forward, took a glance, and said in a low voice: "The person who died is the second young master of the Langya royal family. Do you need to tell me where the Jinling Tianxia Tower is?"
Lou Wanchun took out a token from his arms and threw it to Liu Yunniang, "Find someone quickly and take my token to Jinling."
Liu Yunniang took the token and flew into the building. In a moment, a horse with hard work and blood left the side door of the building.
Lou Wanchun raised his head and shouted to the third floor: "Dingfeng, quickly go to the place where the Yangtze River enters the sea and call the owner back."
Jun Bubai meditated on the state of selflessness at the point where the Yangtze River entered the sea, and at this time he also heard about him.
A window on the third floor was blown open by the wind, and a green shadow swept towards the east.
Lou Wanchun jumped off the eaves, dispersed the passers-by, took off his mother's newly made clothes, covered the prince's body, and sighed: "Thank you Lord of the Lake, your punch has disturbed the peace of the world."
On the second floor, Pan Ru, a scholar who was good at penmanship, walked downstairs like a lost soul, walked into the alley facing the street where vegetables were sold, set up a bookstall at the entrance of the alley with people writing letters, and copied the Diamond Sutra over and over again.
Cui Pengshan, a swordsman outside the pass, held his sword and untied his horse from the hitching post. His calves were trembling and he didn't get on it several times. He simply held the rope and stumbled into the crowd.
Liu Yunniang, the clerk on the second floor, sent the two unconscious fireworks women back to their original places and replaced them with a closure sign downstairs.
The top guests on the first floor have left one after another, and Xie Lingyuan, the clerk on the first floor, is fiddling with his abacus to calculate today's losses.
On the Taihu Lake in Suzhou, Xie Husheng, a young man in green shirt, walked on the water to the middle of the lake. The middle of the lake was wide, windless and without boats.
In the distance, on Taihu Fairy Island, Jingxuan Pavilion towers into the clouds on the eaves, and the ancient mirror that reaches the sky casts the entire skylight on the water of Taihu Lake.
The water is like a mysterious mirror, reflecting the appearance of the fairy island. As Xie Husheng walked on the water, the ripples on the water surface spread, and the reflection of the fairy island was crushed and overlapped again and again.
"Dongting Lake Xie family Xie Hu came to ask for boxing before his death."
That sound made the birds startle in the forest.
