Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

As a result, after winter, there are more people coming and going to Qixia Town than in summer, and the reputation of Shangru Inn is also rapidly spreading to the surrounding counties along with the crowds traveling from south to north.

Regardless of whether they are from the Jianghu people or high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen and tycoons all know that there is a Confucian Inn in this small and inconspicuous place called Qixia Town, where you can eat delicious food in the world.

In the blink of an eye, the long winter is coming to an end and the year is approaching.

Chapter 8: Beggar Xiaomi in the Realm of Sword Power (new book asks for flowers, collects tickets)

Inn backyard

grey sky

Flying snow

There are many icicles of different lengths hanging on the tile corners of the eaves.

"laugh"

A glamorous cold light bloomed from the void, and the long sword turned over, or cut or stabbed, or retracted or released.

The transformation of sword moves, flowing clouds and flowing water, is completely natural, each move is simple and unpretentious, but it reveals a terrifying fierceness.

In Su Xuan's hands, the three-foot green bamboo sword was no less than a real iron sword. True energy was poured into the sword, and it made a low-pitched sword cry.

Clank.

People walk with the sword, the sword moves with the heart, and the breath penetrates the whole body.

Swordsman, practice moves at the beginning, then practice skills, and finally realize the Tao.

There are four levels of sword realm, which is the momentum and heart

And Su Xuan is now in the state of sword power, the long sword is not out of the sheath, the sword power goes first, and uses power to overwhelm others.

Hot white air rose from the top of the head, and it floated up, melting the ice on the surrounding eaves.

But he didn't see him stop, he just practiced the basic sword moves over and over again, and the center of his brow was sweating.

His back was also wet with hot sweat.

It is not only practicing swords, but also practicing Qi. Every sword will mobilize the Hunyuan Qi in the body to run.

From the dantian, it runs through the eight extraordinary meridians, travels through the limbs, pours into the green bamboo sword, and finally returns to the dantian.

Only in this way is a complete big cycle.

Not only practice sword, but also practice qi, and use true qi to temper qi, blood, muscles and bones, cleanse sword weapon, and accomplish multiple things in one fell swoop.

Even the green bamboo sword, which was sharpened at will, has been refined and cultivated with true energy day and night for a long time.

The quality has also improved a lot.

The sky is getting brighter, and under the gloom of thousands of miles of white snow, the sky is shining brightly.

two hours later

The man in the courtyard stood with his sword closed, his eyes closed tightly, he let out a breath of foul air, and punched him two feet away.

Crushed a thick icicle.

At this moment, Su Xuan's whole body was drenched with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Raise the fire to boil the water, take a soothing medicinal bath, and when it's over, it's already noon.

It's time to open for business. Although he is very reluctant to waste time cooking, there is no way.

They give too much.

Only ten tables of dishes are needed, and the daily net profit can range from seven to eight taels, to more than ten taels, or even dozens of taels.

It's like picking up money.

Since the rules were changed to now, Su Xuan's net worth has doubled, and he is not far from the Qianliang Pass.

"Ten tables are still too many."

Su Xuan stretched his waist, and said to himself: "In the future, it will be changed to two tables a day, and one table will earn him dozens of taels."

Set up a stove to light up the fire, put a copper stove under each table, and cover it with thick cloth around the table.

After the guests arrive at the table, they can put their hands and feet on the kotatsu.

Do things with money, this is his business principle.

"Shopkeeper Lu, you have opened the door."

A beggar in rags came out from the corner of the entrance of the inn. It was the twelfth lunar month, wearing thin clothes, shivering with cold.

"Xiaomi, sweep the floor first, and then tidy up the tables, chairs and benches."

Su Xuan greeted.

Xiaomi is a beggar who moved here a few days ago and belongs to the beggar gang. These days, he has also gotten to know him well.

I usually run errands and do odd jobs at the inn.

"okay."

Xiaomi hurried into the inn: "The snow is getting colder, but it was freezing cold yesterday, and I didn't sleep all night."

Su Xuandao: "The ancients said: It's not cold when it snows, but it's cold when it melts. I guess after the new year, the weather will get warmer, so it's cold these days."

Beggar gang disciples have the rules of beggar gang disciples. Although Xiaomi is a beggar, he can't break the rules.

Can only sleep on the street, begging for food for a living.

He was lucky, when he met Su Xuan, he not only didn't chase him away, but gave him two worn-out quilts, and packed the leftovers for Xiaomi.

These days, not to mention beggars, there are people everywhere without enough food to eat, and many people die of starvation and cold every year.

"Remember to wash your hands."

Su Xuan reminded: "Later, if I see black handprints on the tables, chairs and benches, I will not be as good as you."

"Shopkeeper Lu, don't worry."

Xiaomi angrily withdrew his black palm, went to the backyard to wash his hands and face, and when he came out, his appearance changed drastically.

Clean up tables, chairs and benches, chop firewood and carry water in the backyard.

Su Xuan soaked in a pot of Maojian, leisurely lying on the chair, knocking on melon seeds.

"Shopkeeper Lu, these are the vegetables I ordered yesterday."

"Treasurer Lu, this is the river fish you want. It was in Xiliang River Net this morning."

"Shopkeeper Lu, the beef and mutton you requested have arrived."

"Master Lu, the shrimp and crab you asked for have arrived."

Vendors sent vegetables, rice and meat to the kitchen one by one.

"This is vegetable money."

"This is today's meat money."

"this is yours."

Beside the counter, Su Xuan paid the bills one by one, according to the old rules, every day, he did not have the habit of pressing people's money.

It's all a small business, and it's not easy for anyone.

The guests at the first table were booked yesterday, and they arrived after noon.

"Shopkeeper Lu, if you don't eat anything else today, let's have hot-boiled mutton."

Shopkeeper Zhou of the Rouge Shop on East Street walked in with his wife and son, and sat down at a warming table that was sheltered from the wind.

The three of them sat around, put their hands and feet under the table, it was steaming hot, and they felt warm all over their bodies.

"okay."

"Xiaomi, make a pot of boiled mutton, and start preparing dishes."

Su Xuan yelled in the lobby, then got up and brought hot tea and melon and fruit snacks to shopkeeper Zhou and his table.

These are other services added to the meal price.

"Treasurer Lu, if you eat here, it will be comfortable."

Shopkeeper Zhou drank hot tea and ate snacks with melon seeds, and sighed: "It's not like other places, it's so cold to death."

"Shu Tan comes here often."

Su Xuan smiled.

"I would like to come here often, but unfortunately my wallet doesn't allow it. I can come and eat two or three times a month."

Shopkeeper Zhou hurriedly said.

What a joke, just this table of mutton, I don't know how much rouge and gouache I have to sell to earn back.

If it weren't for his wife and son wanting to eat hot pot, he would really be reluctant to come.

After Xiaomi prepared the dishes, Su Xuan directly poured the prepared soup into a special copper pot, added charcoal fire, and served it on the table, immediately a scent lingered.

The dipping sauce, mutton, and side dishes were served on the table, and the shopkeeper Zhou's family couldn't wait to eat it.

This fragrance wafts far away, causing passers-by to stop one after another.

"It smells good."

"It smells like hot-boiled mutton."

"Shopkeeper Lu, have a river fish hot pot, and stir-fry crayfish in the last pot."

"Shopkeeper Lu, the old rules, three meat and two vegetables, one soup."

The guests were seated one after another, as usual, the ten tables of wine and food were sold out by noon.

Hanging up the closing sign, behind the counter, Su Xuan looked at the account book with a smile on his face, and another 15 taels of net profit was entered into the account.

Delicious.

On the other hand, Xiaomi was eating food with big mouthfuls.

"Xiaomi, eat less, we will also have hot pot later in the evening."

Su Xuan grinned.

Chapter 9: The Old Monk of the Kuchan Temple (new books for collection, flowers, tickets)

The sky is getting late, the snow is coming again, and the setting sun is gone, only a little blush can be seen faintly in the western sky.

The whole world, like a scroll of ink painting, is bathed in a hazy curtain.

Under the long table, the stove was burning, and the heat was surging, and the tablecloths were gathered around it, so the heat could not leak out.

Xiaomi was lying on the table with a hot face, eating sunflower seeds, singing opera storytelling that he didn't know where he heard, entertaining himself.

not long

Su Xuan cooked the soup ingredients, filled the copper stove with charcoal, and brought it to the table, the aroma filled the air.

"Open it up and eat, I'll treat you."

With a wave of his big hand, Su Xuan first picked up two plates of mutton and poured them into the copper pot, then scooped half a spoonful of thick soup into the dipping water, stirred it with chopsticks, and it turned bright red.

Xiaomi followed suit, pouring all kinds of side dishes into the pot, rubbing his hands and eyes eagerly waiting for the meat to be cooked.

"You can eat."

Su Xuan picked up a piece of mutton, rinsed it in the soup, then dipped it in water, wrapped it around, and put it in his mouth.

Really delicious.

"good to eat."

"I have never eaten such delicious lamb."

Xiaomi was talking nonsense.