The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Long Lai Xiang Restaurant had slow business in the morning, but inexplicably became very popular in the afternoon.

More than a dozen guests came in at once.

Everyone was generous.

All the dishes and wines ordered were good.

Yang Xiuhua has run a porridge shop for a while, but her daily income is not enough to make ends meet. Now that she has a chance to make some money back, she will naturally not let it go.

She rolled up her sleeves, put on her coarse apron, and lit the stove...

As a waiter, Li Changxiao naturally didn't have it easy either.

Serve wine and tea.

After a few visits, he discovered that today's guests seemed particularly difficult to serve.

He always yells loudly at the slightest provocation.

Seems like you're deliberately making things difficult?

Some of the waiters except Li Changxiao were so frightened by the powerful scolding that their legs went weak and they made a fool of themselves. Some had dull expressions and could not speak clearly.

The gangster spirit of the guest today was not fake.

There was really blood on my hands.

When the wanderers saw that the waiter was timid, they all burst into laughter at the same time.

Cursing the waiters and calling them cowards.

He felt ashamed to be their son.

As unpleasant as it sounds.

Amidst the laughter.

There were crackling sounds coming from the kitchen.

Yang Xiuhua walked out of the kitchen with a ferocious look on her face.

She heard everything that was said just now.

She was not at all intimidated when facing the martial artist. She frowned and told him to get out. She would not cook for him anymore.

"You stinking bitch who started out as a thief, why are you pretending to be so noble!" Someone slammed the wooden table into pieces. He stood up and cursed at Yang Xiuhua.

Yang Xiuhua was so frightened that she was stunned.

The momentum is half weakened.

Immediately, the Long Lai Xiang restaurant was filled with laughter, and the gangsters started to make a noise and cursed Yang Xiuhua...

All kinds of filthy words are simply unbearable to hear.

No matter how strong Yang Xiuhua was, she couldn't withstand this blow.

She was completely at a loss, shaking her head left and right, muttering to me, "No, I didn't."

Too bad no one listened to her.

Opposite to Long Lai Xiang.

The instigator was watching this scene with interest.

The noise attracted many neighbors, who gathered at the door of Long Laixiang to watch.

The martial artists present were still unwilling to let Yang Xiuhua go.

Seeing that the hall was full of tables and chairs was not enough for them to occupy, Zuo Qiuye in the crowd realized that this would not work, so he coughed twice.

A moment of silence.

Zuo Qiuye stood up slowly, as if to put an end to this farce.

Let Yang Xiuhua close Long Laixiang and return the brewing method of Nv'erhong to Hu Laixiang.

Yang Xiuhua had already cried her eyes out and was shaking all over, but this time, she looked at the tall woman opposite her and refused to back down at all.

It is impossible to shut down Longlaixiang. Longlaixiang has been passed down from generation to generation, so there is no theft at all.

Zuo Qiuye frowned, but glanced at the white-clothed figure in the corner who seemed to be wandering in the sky.

She didn't expect to meet Li Changxiao here.

Why doesn't he stay at the Xia family as a guest, but instead comes to work as a waiter in the canteen?

Soon, she regained her composure and called Zhang Ba, the cook of Hu Lai Xiang, who was outside the door, and asked the two heads of Hu Lai Xiang and Long Lai Xiang to confront each other.

But Yang Xiuhua was unintentional. The other party had already prepared a pretext, confusing right and wrong, and she couldn't explain herself even though she was right.

Long Laixiang is Yang Xiuhua’s bottom line, and it is impossible to close it no matter what.

The hot-tempered gangster could no longer suppress his anger, picked up his sword and slashed at Yang Xiuhua.

According to legend, this gangster was nicknamed Thunderbolt Knife by the people of the world.

He was once a bodyguard. Because his wife cheated on him, he was furious and beheaded her and her family.

From then on, he naturally felt disgusted with women, especially beautiful women.

Looking at the whistling sword.

Yang Xiuhua was stunned.

But at this time, Li Changxiao, who was in a daze, slowly regained clarity.

He wasn't looking for a show.

But just now, he noticed something interesting.

"Why are all the martial artists so impulsive?" Li Changxiao shook his head.

He looked around, picked up a broken branch, walked to Yang Xiuhua in three or two steps, and stabbed her quickly.

With points, stabs, flicks and pluckings, he repelled the thunderbolt knife in just a few strokes.

"That's him! Yang Xiuhua's lover, who takes advantage of his kung fu skills to come to Hu Lai Xiang to cause trouble time and again!"

The boss of Hu Laixiang, the cook Liu Ba who was confronting Yang Xiuhua, immediately scolded Li Changxiao when he saw him taking action.

"Oh?"

His voice immediately attracted Li Changxiao's attention.

Smiled meaningfully.

Immediately, his body was as gentle as the breeze.

While everyone was in a trance, he appeared in front of Liu Ba.

The branch in his hand struck out fiercely.

He's just good-tempered.

But that doesn't mean he's easy to mess with.

In fact, he had long disliked this jumping Liu Ba, but he was too lazy to take action. He felt that if he had that much time, it would be better to sleep a few more minutes and increase his lifespan.

But now.

It jumped onto my face.

Let me teach you a lesson...

Li Changxiao's moves were as fast as shadow, striking Liu Ba's body, leaving a series of red marks tinged with blood.

Finally, he tapped lightly on Liu Ba's forehead.

"How dare you! How dare you commit murder in front of us!" A martial artist came to his senses and was about to take action.

However, he was stopped by Zuo Qiuye.

"Brother Changxiao, do you really want to help the tyrant?" Zuo Qiuye said coldly.

"We'll know right from wrong after one more confrontation." Li Changxiao put the branch on the wooden table, looked out the window, and became dazed again.

"What else is there to be right about! The facts are already clear!"

"Yes, don't you think that your set of crappy sword moves can intimidate us?"

"Humph, I thought he was someone else, but it turns out he is just a nobody, and the sword moves he uses are just so-so."

Many people in the martial arts world started to mock him.

Liu Ba got up from the ground and said, "Humph, I, Liu Ba, am upright and honest. What if I confront him again?"

There was an unusual flash of blue in his eyes.

Just now, I was dragged into a dream woven by Li Changxiao.

Deep in his subconscious, he has been controlled by Li Changxiao.

He just didn't realize it.

"Boss lady, behave well."

Li Changxiao smiled at Yang Xiuhua and stopped interfering in the matter.

He sat by the window, looking at the snow outside. After taking a sip of liquor, he sighed softly and turned his head to look to the west.

The western gate of Longcheng.

On a snowy day, a man of middle build, wrapped in coarse linen clothes, was pushing a cart and selling tofu.

He seemed to feel cold, and rubbed his hands back and forth on his chest, but still felt it was not warm enough, so he took out a bowl of tofu from the wooden barrel and started eating it by himself.

Just as he picked up the tofu.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his eyes.

Was dreamt of.

The man put down the tofu, turned around, and his eyes fell on a group of people in the distance.

No more, no less, exactly thirteen people.