Zhejiang has many beautiful scenery, Hangzhou for what. Especially with the West Lake as a representative, it had always been a place for the aristocrats and scholars to enjoy themselves. Zhejiang has a famous town of the name of the town, which is also known as the town of East Ou - Wenzhou, the most prosperous.

Wenzhou was not only economically developed and flourishing in business, but also a place where all sorts of people gathered. Although the pirates had been harassing the people all year round, they had also caused a lot of inconvenience to the people. Many times, the pirates and the local people had actually coexisted peacefully. Of course, the officials did not agree. Even if the pirates had not been successful for ten years, they still had to do things, so it was common to see officials patrolling the town.

Wenzhou is also the home of martial arts. Besides the fifty to sixty martial arts schools and escort offices in the town, there was also the world's number one manor — Iron Sword Villa was the pride of the people of Wenzhou. And the owner of this villa was none other than the alliance head of the Martial Forest, Tie Xiao Yun.

Just like those who had been to Niuyang City, they had to go to the Drunken Flower Lodge, while those who had come to Wenzhou had to go to the "Delicious Nanny Inn".

In the largest inn in the Central Plains, the only one that could produce more than 30 dishes in 30 different areas was a restaurant with many dishes from all over the world. When people came to Wenzhou, they wanted to eat local dishes.

In the blink of an eye, the clear sky was about to turn bright. The atmosphere was lively and festive. Some families were even beginning to sweep the graves of their loved ones.

During the rainy season, many people would rather drink an old wine at the "Gourmet's Inn".

Today, the inn was bustling with noise and excitement.

The inn was very big. The dining area was only on the second floor. However, there were at least forty tables on each floor, and they were almost full. If you sit here for a while, you will find that this is indeed a "small martial arts world". There are people everywhere, and there are also people of all kinds. You can see different colors and you can hear many different languages. More than ten waiters were busy inside.

At the same time, there were two people sitting on the second floor near the stairs. They were eating and eating as if they were starving.

Two men, one big and one small.

The oldest was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties. Straight hair, ponytail, blue coat. His sword-like brows and phoenix eyes were clearly defined. Not only did they appear elegant and elegant, they also possessed the unique charm of a mature man.

This one was only twelve or thirteen years old, but bald. She had clear eyes, and was in high spirits. Her pair of handsome eyes were looking left and right. There was a large purple scar on the left side of his face. It looked like a birthmark, which affected his appearance.

The little guy ate until the sky turned upside down, while the middle-aged man looked around. He seemed to have eaten his fill.

"En, Eldest Uncle — —" The little guy gulped down a mouthful of soup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and raised his head to call out to the middle-aged man. Then, he touched the birthmark on his face.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man heard this and slowly turned his head.

"Aiya, this — it's so hard to bear —" The little guy rubbed his face with his hand and frowned. He looked at the middle-aged man.

"Hahaha, don't do it. Ah, it will be fine in a few days. Ah — —" Saying this, he patted the little guy's head. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey — Uncle, how far is this from grandpa?" the child asked, picking up a piece of beef and munching hard.

"Well, it's not far, ah — we'll be seeing Pappy in a few days. "Eat, ah .."

"Ah?" How many more days would it take? "Er — my feet —" When the little boy heard that there would be a few more days, he looked extremely unwilling. It seemed that he had already walked quite a distance.

"Haha, alright. We will rest here for the night and hurry on our way tomorrow morning. In less than three days we should be in Shandong and will be able to see grandpa. Ah —" The middle-aged man comforted the little boy.

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man and didn't speak any further. He lowered his head and started eating again.

A series of rhythmic footsteps came from outside the door. The middle-aged man felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly. With a startled expression, he turned his head to look at the door.

Someone walked in from outside. It was three monks. The third was a fat man who looked like a ball of leather, with a pair of large gongs in his hands. When the three of them walked up to him, they discovered that there was another person behind them, who was not even three feet tall, but was carrying a pair of bronze hammers that were even bigger than his head! Four of them were dressed in fiery red robes. There was no expression on his face at all! The surrounding people all raised their heads and looked at the newcomer in surprise. The four of them walked together, but their steps were the same. They landed silently, and without even looking at the people around them, they walked directly to the table next to the window that was separated from the middle-aged man and sat down.

"Hey, guest, what can I do for you .." When the four sat down, a waiter had already brewed a pot of tea and greeted them politely.

"Five catties of beef first, ten catties of flowery carvings, and then fifty steamed buns .." The fat guy twisted his waist and finally placed a thick piece of cloth onto the bench. Seeing the waiter's arrival, he placed a pair of large gongs on the table with a clang. His fat fingers knocked on the table as he yelled at the waiter.

"Alright ~ ~!" The waiter's eyes were about to fall to the ground as he revealed a surprised expression. It was unknown if he was happy about the arrival of a few fat people or was surprised that the monk was also eating meat and drinking wine, but he quickly slipped into the kitchen.

The other three also sat down, with their weapons at the side of the table.

The little boy sitting next to the middle-aged man had already raised his head. He looked at the monsters with the same expression as the people eating in his surroundings.

"Ai ~ Come!" The waiter shouted, and a large pile of food and wine immediately filled up the table for the four.

"Ahaha .." "Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, eat — —" The fatty's eyes lit up when he saw that food and wine had arrived. Just as the sound of the word 'eat' faded away, his right hand flashed and several large pieces of beef were stuffed into his large mouth. As soon as the word 'eat' fell out, his right hand flashed and several pieces of beef were stuffed into his large mouth. His eyes were still staring at the table.

"Pfft —" The little boy at the side stared at the fat man. He felt that the fat man was very funny and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at him.

"En, let's eat!" "Be courteous to your elders!" Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the side exclaimed in shock. He raised his hand to pat the boy's head, lightly scolding, and pinched the boy's leg under the table. The little boy immediately lowered his head to eat again. From time to time, he would glance to the side.

As the four of them were drinking, they suddenly heard someone laugh. They all turned around and saw that it was a little boy. They immediately ignored him and continued drinking. The fat guy happened to be facing the little boy, but when he saw that the boy was laughing at him, he let out a cry and even made a face at the boy.

When the middle-aged man next to the boy saw this, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sigh .. I say, big brother .." The short lama next to the big man leaned over. He turned around and looked around, then said to the High Lama in a low voice, "You said the Shakyamuni wanted us to come to Middle Earth to find that crappy thing .. What... What 'Son'... What blood .. "What blade '?" When the middle-aged man heard this, his face froze for a moment before turning his ears, his expression becoming focused.

The High Lama raised his right hand and waved it slightly. Before he could say anything, three more people entered the room. The leader was wearing a white robe and had long hair that went past his shoulders, but he also wore a ponytail. As soon as they entered, everyone raised their heads to look at the young master, their eyes full of surprise! She was twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, but she had two curved eyebrows and a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to contain a myriad of emotions. Her skin was fair and rosy, and her fingers were as slender and tender as a beautiful woman! Her eyes and teeth were white. His tall and slender figure had a humongous waist, and he leisurely walked all the way here like a spring breeze blowing against a willow tree. The weather in the morning was a bit chilly, but this person was holding a folding fan in his hand. His right hand gently waved, and a large "seductive" character could be seen in the upper corner of the fan. Behind him were two more people, who seemed to be his followers. The little boy laughed at the sight of the two of them, even more comically than the fat man: they were dressed exactly the same, in white, with a black silk domed hat on their heads, equally white, with arched eyebrows and white teeth. From the corner of his mouth, his cheeks were slanted upwards. Although his red lips were slightly closed, he always looked like he was smiling.

The three of them walked to the window and sat down. The young man holding the fan kept his eyes on the middle-aged man as he passed by. The middle-aged man also noticed that he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, customer, what do you want?" The waiter was quite quick with his words and was very considerate with his services. No wonder business is good.

"Hmm, let's have a pepper fish head. Rong'er, Xiang'er, what about you two?" As he waved his fan, he asked his two followers. It looked like a woman's name.

"Sigh!" Young – Young Master, didn't you say not to eat too much chili peppers .. "This will affect my beauty!" Xiang'er, a follower, said to the young master with a smile as she propped her chin up with her left hand and stroked her beard.

"Aiya, when I said don't eat too much, I didn't mean not to eat .." "Hmph .." He raised his right hand and knocked it on Xiang'er's head. "Hurry up .."

The three of them actually ordered a whole table full of dishes, but they didn't drink at all.

The young master sat opposite of the middle-aged man, looking at him from time to time. The middle-aged man looked at him from time to time, and the young master quickly looked away, blushing. The middle-aged man was puzzled.

The four monks beside him were drinking very hard.

"Since the Shakyamuni said so, we naturally received the exact information. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent us all the way here .." The big lama turned his face to the dwarf beside him.

"Eh? How did the Shakyamuni find out that the blade was in the 'Iron Sword Villa'? " The short man next to him took a bite out of a steamed bun and turned to ask the High Lama.

Hearing the words "Iron Sword Villa", the three of them simultaneously turned to look at the four monks.

"Sigh, there's no need to say too much. We will do whatever the Shakyamuni requests. Wait until we rest here for the night, and then we'll go to 'Iron Sword Villa' tomorrow to pay a visit to that Lord Iron Villa. Wouldn't we know everything then .. " The High Lama raised his head and also drank a bowl of wine.

"Hahahaha .." "I say, big brother .." The fatty who had always focused on eating and drinking raised his head and laughed loudly, "In this world, there are only people who come to visit the four old men of Mo Hai. How can there be someone like the four old men of Mo Hai to visit them? Ah, right, third brother .." "Hahahaha .." As he spoke, he turned around and spoke to the skinny old man beside him.

"Sigh, after I finish eating, I'll go to that whatever Steel Villa. I'll just directly hand over the saber when I call upon that Steel Manor. Ah, if not, I'll just stomp on them and make sure that whatever manor they call turn into a lawn .." "Ha ha-ha!" Before he could finish laughing, he suddenly exclaimed and quickly lowered his head to vomit on the table. The three monks beside him stared at him blankly. All of them had lowered their heads to eat, not knowing what had happened. The fat guy spat out a huge pile of beef that had not been chewed over and over on the table. He picked up a piece of meat and stared at it with wide eyes. When they got closer, they saw that it was a big fish eye.

Waa!" "Pang Zi threw down his chopsticks and picked up the large gong in front of him. There was a loud sound, causing everyone's ears to ring as they turned their heads to look at him in surprise." "Which bastard dares to plot against my grandpa —" Before the man could finish his sentence, another sharp object flew over the table and flew towards the fat man. The tall lama's body slightly moved, and with a wave of his right hand, something was caught in the middle of his chopsticks and stopped above the table. It turned out to be a fish tail!

"Yes, Young Master has great skills!" With a wave of his hand, the fish tail returned to the bowl in front of the young man, neatly placed behind the body of the fish.

The middle-aged man was stunned again. He was secretly surprised. He didn't expect this young master to be so powerful, and that lama was even more so.

"Hahahaha!" Unexpectedly, the young man wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he waved his fan as he laughed heartily and walked towards the four monks.

"Look, ah, you monks — oh, it's a pig's hand, wow! It's all chicken meat! "The young master walked to the table and unexpectedly ignored the Lama's existence, pointing with his fan at the dishes on the table and said," Yo yo! Monk's wine and meat, you're all bad people!

Upon hearing this, aside from the High Lama, the other three quickly stood up from the table. When the people eating in the room saw this, they immediately ran outside. Only the middle-aged man and the little boy were still there.

"You yellow-haired boy, how dare you tease your grandpa. I think you're tired of living!" With a bang, a fatty's large gong flew towards that young master like lightning.

"Be careful!" When the two lackeys behind the Young Master saw the gong fly towards their master, they were greatly shocked. Each of them raised their right hands, and two streaks of white light shot out towards the gong. There was a pile of debris on the table, but there were two plates. When the plate flew out, the two of them were already standing beside the Young Master.

"Clang!" The fatty seemed to be enraged. He twisted his left hand, but before he could do anything, the gong on the table had already appeared in his hands. He extended his hands, as if about to strike again.

"Fourth Brother! — sit down!" The High Lama stood up, waving his left hand to stop Fatty. Fatty glared hatefully at the young master and immediately sat down.

"This young master has an extraordinary bearing. May I ask what your name is .." The High Lama turned around and bowed to the young man.

"Hahahaha — do you see that? Ah? "That's more like it .." The young gongzi folded his fan and pointed it at the fatty as he laughed loudly. "I'm a nameless person, but I just heard that pig insult 'Iron Sword Villa'. I'm too angry. Ah, I'm sorry for offending you, haha .." The young master returned the salute, but his pretty eyes were still smirking at the fat man.

When the fatty heard this and saw the look in the young master's eyes, he could no longer hold back his anger. With a "bang", the two gongs flew towards both sides of the young man. When they were about to reach him, they suddenly turned and slapped towards the young man's ears! The fat man swayed again and flew across the table with his legs crossed. He struck the young man on the chest with his palm. His speed was at least ten times faster than before!

"S-young master, be careful!" Two white shadows flashed and stretched out their hands towards the gong. Two cries of alarm could be heard as the two white shadows were knocked away by the gong and landed on the table with a thud. The entire table immediately shattered into pieces! Everyone spat out another mouthful of blood!

"Xiang'er — — Rong'er!" The young lord shouted. He didn't have time to retreat before a palm struck him in the chest!

"You hoodlum!" The young gongzi roared in anger, only to see him sink down, stretching out his right leg, squatting on the ground with his left foot and raising his right hand. Like a gust of wind, his hand shot towards the fatty's navel. His hands did not stop moving, and just as he was about to grab the young lord's chest, he suddenly lost sight of his target. His body was still in the air, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain, like a big ball smashing into a wall!

"Fourth brother!" With an explosive shout, a red blur appeared, and the High Lama floated towards Fatty. When he was about a foot away from Fatty, he waved both of his arms, and the fatty who was about to hit his head on the wall stopped mid-air and did not move at all! The High Lama leaned over and slapped the fatty's feet with his palms. The fatty stood firmly on the spot, but a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth! He covered his chest with both hands. He looked forward in surprise.

The High Lama slowly turned around with a surprised expression on his face. At some point in time, another young man had appeared. She was also wearing a white robe and looked to be around thirty years old. Her eyebrows were sharp and her eyes were like phoenix. Her long hair was flowing down her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with an inviolable aura! In his mouth was a small willow branch that was sucking on a sprout. At this moment, he was looking at the young man with concern.

Sister, are you alright? "AHH!" Who told you to come out again? And you still dress like that! — you have to piss your parents off — hmph! "Hurry up and go back.

"Bro! They — — that damn bully me!" The young lord began to complain to the young man who had just arrived. His eyes flashed with tears as if he was about to cry .. "

"Still talking! — — Hurry up and bring Xiang'er and Rong'er back!" After saying that, he turned around and clasped his hands towards the High Lama.

"I have a bad disposition and do not know how to play. I have offended many masters, so I hope that they can forgive me!"

"Humph! — where did this little kid come from! "So it's okay if you hurt my fourth brother and apologize?" Bang! Bang! Bang! The old man, who had been silent all this time, struck the iron drum in his hand and stood up.

"Second Brother!" The High Lama pulled the skinny old man behind him, turned around, and bowed to the young man.

"Young master is really young and capable! I have yet to ask how I should address you, young master. Where is my master? "

"This junior is the Eldest Young Master of the Iron Sword Villa, Tie Wushuang. Tie Xiao Yun is my father. The one who had just offended the great master was the mischievous little sister, Tie Ruyui .. "Master, please forgive my offense just now!"

Ah!" So it turns out that you all are people from the Iron Sword Villa! Humph! We were just going to look for you! Speak, what kind of knife is your mother? Is she in your father's hands? "Huh?" Upon hearing that it was someone from the Iron Sword Villa, that short man dashed in front of Tie Wushuang.

"Hmm? "Why have so many people come to my father these days to ask for that blade?" When the short man asked about this, Tie Wushuang creased his brows and muttered to himself.

"Oh! — — It is my pleasure to meet you, you are indeed a famous tiger general!" The High Lama bowed again, "We are the four old men of the Eastern Seal, 'Desert Sea'. We have come under the orders of Shakyamuni Huo Lun to visit your esteemed manor. "We will head over tomorrow morning to pay our respects to your father .."

"It is a pleasure to have friends from afar. At any time, our Iron Sword Villa would welcome the heroes of the world as guests. It is our honor .. This junior still has matters to attend to, so this junior will have to take my leave first — — "As he spoke, he supported the injured Rong'er and Xiang'er out of the inn.

Ah!" Leaving just like that! "Ah?" When the short one saw Tie Wushuang walking out of the door, he was about to chase after him, but was grabbed by the High Lama.

"Hmm! — look, your temper is still the same! When he came out, he had already said that this matter was of great importance. Moreover, Central Plains martial arts Lin was full of talented people, so he had to be careful of everything! See! "Humph!"

"Waiter!" "Take us into the room!" The High Lama turned his head and called out to the shop. Turning around, he saw the middle-aged man beside him. Is this person still here? He frowned, but didn't pay any more attention to it.

"Come – come here –" A man crawled out from under the opposite table and immediately ran towards the monks. He bowed to them and pointed to the staircase. "My lords, please come with me –" He turned and ran up the stairs.

"Uncle!" "Uncle?" When the boy beside him called out, the middle-aged man seemed to turn his head.

"En, have you finished eating?"

"Uhh! — I've already finished it! Eh? "Uncle, what are you thinking about?" The little boy tilted his head as he stared at the middle-aged man, looking extremely comical.

"Haha, uncle is thinking, how about staying here for a while .." He patted the boy's head again.

"Waiter, prepare a room –" The middle-aged man turned around and called out.

"Ok!" A waiter ran in from outside the room. The middle-aged man took out ten taels of silver and placed it on the table.

"Thank you Young Noble! — — This way please — —" He then led the two of them upstairs.