Yutu jumped at the sudden shout, but her reaction was equally quick, and the Emei thorns on her waist flew out.
Honglei is indeed a spiritual weapon. After feeling the power of the soft sword, she became inexplicably excited. Red light filled her body from the tip of the sword.
"Dang!" Xiao Liu had nowhere to rely on in the air. In his eyes, the soft sword was approaching inch by inch. Seeing death coming, the red light bounced away the silver-white light.
"Who dares to meddle in other people's business?" The waiter was furious when he saw that the guard in yellow was about to succeed, but was destroyed.
"As the saying goes, catching a thief makes him dirty." Tong Bo stood up at the right time, held Xiaoliu's injured left arm with his right hand and helped him up: "Even if the second brother wants to catch this little brother, he has to provide evidence. Everyone here should be convinced, otherwise wouldn’t the rules in the pavilion become a piece of paper?”
"This friend is right. There are rules in Ziyan Pavilion." Incited by Tong Bo, the guests in the hall all started to support him: "I want to fight you all, but the rules cannot be abolished."
"Hmph! Before I talked to this little beggar, the money bag was still around my waist; but after he walked around me a few times, the money bag disappeared." The waiter glared at Tong Bo with an angry look on his face: "Isn't it? If he stole it, who else could it be?”
"Hey! Isn't this easy to handle?" Tong Bo patted Xiaoliu's right shoulder: "In order to prove his innocence, I wonder if I have the guts to let this second brother search me?"
"Hmph! Does he deserve it?" Although Xiao Liu was dressed in a rustic style and looked like a beggar, he was extremely courageous when he spoke out against the barbarian army. How could he let a waiter in a restaurant search him.
"Look, guys, this little beggar has a guilty conscience?" The waiter thought that Xiao Liu was timid, so he shouted even more.
"But I think what this little brother said makes sense. Both of you are right and wrong. Wouldn't it be unfair if you searched this little brother's body?" Tong Bo looked calm and talked eloquently.
"Damn! Who do you think you are? You dare to negotiate terms with grandpa." The waiter was so angry at Tong Bo's words that he cursed unconsciously.
"Is a waiter in a restaurant so arrogant?" The guests in the lobby shouted: "If we can't reach an agreement, please ask the person in charge of the cabinet to administer justice!"
"Everyone, everyone! I would like to thank you in advance for your advice. I believe this Ziyan Pavilion is also a place where rules are enforced." Tong Bo walked around in the lobby, hugging the guests, and finally came to the waiter: " Second brother! I heard that several of the stewards in the pavilion abide by the rules of the pavilion. How about following everyone’s wishes and inviting them to administer justice?"
"This scene is really interesting? If a few of you are willing, how about I let you decide the right and wrong?" Before the waiter could say anything, an old man with gray beard and thin face among the guests suddenly said with a smile.
"You, who are you?" The waiter saw the color of the speaker's face change unconsciously. He didn't know whether it was because of guilt or fear, but he was stunned and couldn't say a word on the spot.
"May I ask who you are, sir?" Tong Bo bowed towards the old man and thought to himself: "Looking at the look on this waiter's face, he must have a good background."
"It's Manager Lu. I didn't expect that Manager Lu would eat here." Some guests in the lobby recognized the old man's identity and started talking.
"I didn't know that Manager Lu was here to visit, the shop is really full of glory!" The arrogant and arrogant waiter in the restaurant now looked like a mouse to a cat when he saw the old man. He nodded and bowed, flattering, and showed off his servant's face.
"Wang Xi'er, I wonder if I'm qualified enough?" The white-haired old man smiled pleasantly, but this smile made the waiter look straight at him.
"Enough! Of course it's enough!" The waiter immediately lowered his head and stood aside: "Manager Lu can stand up for the villain, which really gives the villain a huge face."
"That's good, that's good!" The white-haired old man was speaking when he suddenly stretched out one palm and drew Xiao Liu's body forward with great force.
"Such a strong internal force, much more domineering than Sherpa's Fengxiu!" Tong Bo secretly admired: "There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Ziyan Pavilion. If a steward is so powerful, isn't the master of the pavilion even more amazing?"
Even if Xiaoliu's arms were intact, he might not be able to withstand the old man's attraction. Moreover, with his injured left arm, he was dwarfed by comparison. He could only support himself with a wooden stick on the ground.
"Wang Xi'er, are you talking about this money bag?
"In a moment, Xiao Liu suddenly felt that the attraction disappeared, and the white-haired old man had already held the brown silver bag around his waist and weighed it in his palms.
"Yes!" The waiter stepped forward, looked left and right, then stretched out his hand to take the money bag: "Thank you, Manager Lu, for making the decision for Xi'er."
"Huh?" The white-haired old man pulled his hand back, and the waiter jumped into the air with an embarrassed look on his face: "Wang Xi'er, you said this purse is yours, what proof do you have?"
"Yes, my little man is being rude!" The waiter followed the old man's words and continued: "There is an ingot of ten taels of silver in this silver bag, and three taels of broken silver."
"Little friend with the stick, don't say that I won't give you a chance." The white-haired old man still weighed the silver bag confidently: "You also tell me the amount of silver in this bag."
"Why do I have to talk about my own money bag in front of so many people?" Xiao Liu looked uncertain and seemed a little guilty.
"Hmph!" The white-haired old man still had a pleasant expression, but his voice revealed a hint of murderous intent: "It's your freedom to say it or not, but it's also my freedom to take your life or not."
"Little brother, respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue in China!" Tong Bo deliberately stood between the two of them, blocking the old man's sight, and raised two fingers towards Xiao Liu: "With this gentleman's character, he can't even Is it trustworthy?"
"Get out of the way! I'm not interested in people who have no strength." The white-haired old man who had ignored Tong Bo just now spoke again when he saw that he didn't understand the current situation and spoke again, and his tone suddenly became cold.
"Yes, please get out of the way." A smile appeared on Tong Bo's lips, because his goal had been achieved.
"I said!" Xiao Liu got Tong Bo's hint. Although he was full of doubts, he still took the gamble: "There are only two taels of silver in this bag."
"How much silver is there in it?" Seeing both of them telling the number of silver, the white-haired old man turned the silver bag in his hand over.
"Bang!" Two pieces of white and yet black pieces of silver, covered with tooth marks, fell on the table. They were exactly two taels of silver, no more, no less.
"You really only have two taels of silver?" The white-haired old man picked up a piece of broken silver and weighed it. He looked at the waiter with great interest: "Wang Xi'er, you don't know the rules in this pavilion, do you?"
"Impossible! Impossible!" The waiter looked at the two taels of silver on the table and shouted hysterically: "You brat! Where did you hide my money bag?"
"Hide?" Xiao Liu was secretly shocked, but showed a joking smile on his face: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Do you still need to hide your money bag?"
"You! You! Me! Ah!" Xiao'er was so angry that he couldn't speak. Just when he was about to curse, he screamed, and a wrinkled palm penetrated his chest: "Manager Lu, you... ..."
"Huh! If you lose, you lose. How can there be so much nonsense!" The old man smiled at the waiter whose pupils were gradually dilating: "The subordinates Lu Wuya recruits now have none of the character he had back then."
"Boom!" After the old man said this, he twitched his palm, and Xiao Er went to the end in despair and unwillingness. The faces of the two yellow-clothed guards who had previously attacked Xiao Liu were also full of fear.
"I thought you two were just following orders, not the culprits." The old man didn't even look at the two of them, but slowly turned his back: "Let each of you cut off one of his arms."
"Thank you, Manager Lu!" The two guards in yellow didn't say much. They saw a flash of silver light and their left arms were all broken on the ground.
"Take his body away and get lost! Don't let me see you again." As the old man scolded, the guard in yellow picked up his severed arm, carried Xiao Er's body on his back and left the lobby silently. .
"As expected of Manager Lu, he is indeed fair and selfless." Under the gaze of the guests in the lobby, the old man slowly walked towards Xiaoliu: "Boy! You have a good foundation! However, the sword wounds of the guards in the pavilion are not so easy to heal!"
"Does Senior want to heal my wounds?" Xiao Liu was quick-thinking and knew that the old man must have an agenda, so he asked deliberately.
"Of course you can let me heal you?" The old man smiled and said, "But I never care about people who have nothing to do with me, unless..."
"Unless what?" Xiao Liu covered the wound on his left arm, feeling the pain on the wound intensify, his mind began to feel dizzy, and he might fall down at any time.
"Unless you are willing to become my teacher!" Tong Bo was a little surprised after hearing the old man's words: "Not only did I cure
How about I hurt you and teach you all my skills? "
"Wow!" The guests in the lobby were in an uproar again: "This kid has been blessed for many generations, and he actually got the favor of Steward Lu and wanted to accept him as a disciple? You must know that the stewards in the pavilion never accept disciples easily. "
"Thank you for your kindness, senior! But I'm used to being undisciplined, and I don't like to practice martial arts, so it's hard for me to obey my orders." Xiaoliu kept his spirits up and said an answer that made everyone even more uproar.
"Hahaha!" The old man laughed suddenly, turned around and walked out of the restaurant: "Okay! I didn't expect that you are quite brave, I like it very much. It doesn't matter, there is still a lot of time anyway, if you figure it out, I will go to Ziyan Tower to find him. I, as long as you are still alive!”
"Hmph! I won't beg you even if I die!" When Xiao Liu saw the old man walking out of the lobby, his spirit relaxed and his body slowly went limp.
"I didn't expect that Ziyan Pavilion is an interesting place, and the people here are even more interesting." Tong Bo supported Xiaoliu: "Little brother, if you don't mind it, how about I help you look at the wound?"
"Then it's better to be respectful than obey my orders!" Xiao Liu stood up straight with difficulty and smiled feebly: "Although you offered to treat my injury, Xiao Liu will not be grateful to you."
"No need to be grateful!" Tong Bo couldn't help but smile when he saw Xiaoliu's thoughtfulness: "I'm just looking after your injury to pay off my debt on a whim."
