In the hook bar, a young man who was not very old and holding a paper fan found a seat and sat down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that it costs a penny to come here and listen to music."

It's not that Zhang Chuyao doesn't mind the money, he just thinks it's not worth spending the money just to see people and listen to music.

But after sitting here for a while, I accidentally discovered a girl who plays the piano with the stage name Xiaocui. She has good piano skills and a sweet and cute appearance.

She has long hair, curved eyelashes, fair skin, big eyes, and a light blue corset under her plump breasts. She wears a pink gauze skirt, which perfectly displays her slender waist.

come out.

Su Yimu admired the way her hands danced on the strings. It was rare to see such a moving woman among the hooks.

"I play the piano really well, but I don't know how Xiao plays."

Zhang Chuyao glanced at the white bandage wrapped around the girl's finger. There was still a little blood oozing out, and he felt a little distressed. But when he looked at the girl's seductive little mouth, he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Hey, kid, make way for grandpa."

Suddenly, a man's voice came, interrupting Zhang Chuyao's thoughts.

He looked up and saw a rough-looking man, who seemed to be a servant. Behind the man, there was a young man wearing jade around his waist. The young man looked arrogant, was dressed in rich clothes, and was accompanied by three servants. His identity seemed to be

Extraordinary.

"You called me?"

Zhang Chuyao asked the man in front of him.

"Yes, that's right, it's you. You can find another position. My young master wants this position."

"There are so many places here, why do you only want mine?"

"My young master likes your position, so get out of here!" The man's eyes widened and he said arrogantly.

"Why?"

With a bang, the two servants beside the young man also came over. One of them held a narrow knife, put it on the table, and sneered: "Why do you think so?"

Zhang Chuyao glanced around and found that he had attracted the attention of many people. He didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he stood up and made room for these people.

He ignored those people, but came to a person sitting alone at the table and asked: "Brother, can I sit here?"

The man didn't even look at him and said seriously: "You can do whatever you want, but you'll probably get into trouble if you sit here."

"What trouble could there be?" Zhang Chuyao glanced at the long sword placed next to the man's right hand, wrapped in gray cloth and lying quietly on the table.

The man said seriously: "I don't know."

Seeing this, Zhang Chuyao hurriedly said: "The last thing I'm afraid of is trouble."

He smiled and sat beside the man casually.

When the people around him heard what he said, they couldn't help but start to despise him. They were so scared that they didn't even dare to sit in their own seats anymore, so they turned around and started talking nonsense?

What everyone despises the most is those people who speak out.

"Hey, coward!"

Seeing Zhang Chuyao leaving, the man with a rough face cursed at Zhang Chuyao's back, then licked his smile and asked the young man to sit over: "Master, sit here, you can see Xiaocui playing the piano clearly from this position.

some."

"Um."

The young man nodded casually and glanced at Zhang Chuyao sitting beside him, his eyes full of disdain.

But when his eyes fell on the girl playing the piano, he immediately forgot about Zhang Chuyao.

Seeing that Zhang Chuyao did not have any conflict with the servant and that there was no good show to watch, everyone stopped paying attention here and continued to look at the beauties in the hook bar.

After what had just happened, Zhang Chuyao no longer felt like listening to music and looking at beauties, so he took the teapot from the person in front of him, poured himself a cup of tea, and started drinking.

He began to look at the man in front of him. He was wearing tight-fitting black clothes and had a sword in his hand. He didn't look like he was here to listen to music, but like he was here to fight.

"What's your surname, brother?"

"Excuse me. My surname is He and my given name is Wanli."

"Oh." Zhang Chuyao nodded. He had never heard of this name before, but that didn't stop him from being polite. "I've admired you for a long time, I've admired you for a long time!"

"Then what's your name?" He Wanli asked.

"My name is Xia Yu." Zhang Chuyao said.

"Long time admiration, long time admiration."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and said nothing more. Zhang Chuyao drank tea by himself, while He Wanli stared at the teacup in front of him.

When Zhang Chuyao finished drinking the third cup of tea and was about to pour the fourth cup, he was held down by He Wanli with his palm.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chuyao asked doubtfully.

"Don't drink any more?" He Wanli whispered.

"Why?"

"Trouble is coming, leave quickly."

"Trouble?" Zhang Chuyao was stunned.

"It's too late."

Within three breaths, I saw a group of people wearing uniform clothes surrounding me.

They hold swords in their hands, and they seem to be disciples of some family.

"He Wanli, let me see where you are going to escape this time!"

He Wanli's eyes were dull and unmoved, "Why should I run away?"

"He Wanli, as long as you hand over the things you snatched from our Qingsong Sect, we will give you a good time."

He Wanli glanced at the person who spoke, and said slowly: "I have already said that the things of your Qingsong Sect were not stolen by me, but by the 'rat thieves'."

"Hmph! Stop making excuses! Junior Brother Zhao called your name before he died. If you weren't the one who robbed it, then why did he call your name? What's more, everyone knows that rat thieves only steal things and don't kill people. Junior Brother Zhao

Not only was he seriously injured, but his belongings were also missing. If it wasn't you, who could it be?"

"Alas." He Wanli sighed, "When I met Junior Brother Zhao Lin before, he had been seriously injured and could not survive. Before he died, he told me that his things had been robbed by rat thieves and asked me to go after him.

I snatched the things and gave them to your faction, who knows..."

"Nonsense!" A member of the Qingsong faction interrupted him, "Who doesn't know that the rat thief will leave a rat talisman behind after stealing things, but we found nothing next to Junior Brother Zhao."

"Is this what you're talking about?" He Wanli took out a rat charm from his arms.

It looks like wood but not wood, and looks like iron but not iron.

"Where did you get the rat charm?"

One person pointed at him and shouted.

"Junior brother Zhao Lin gave it to me. He told me to use the rat talisman to find the rat thief..."

"Don't be hypocritical and confuse the public here. We don't believe your lies. If you don't hand over the things quickly, I will show you how powerful the Qingsong Sect's pine needle swordsmanship is!"

He Wanli was very helpless, "Since you don't believe me, then I have no choice."

After saying that, he saw He Wanli grabbing the long sword on the table with his right hand. With a clang, the gleaming long sword was instantly unsheathed. The cloth wrapped around the sword was torn to pieces.

When the disciples of the Qingsong Sect saw He Wanli drawing his sword, they immediately cheered up.

"Wait a minute!"

At this time, Zhang Chuyao, who was sitting on the table, suddenly spoke up, attracting everyone's attention.
Chapter completed!