The Demon Lords

The person walking at the front was dressed in white, holding an object wrapped in cloth.

Behind him, a young man and woman followed, both very young.

The man wore a black silk outfit with a fishing ornament at his waist, while the woman was dressed in a purple long dress, a plum blossom hairpin on her head, with a rounded figure and a charmingly naive face.

"Oh, what would the three of you like to eat?"

The drunk immediately laughed and cursed:

"Why ask what they’d eat? What can you really have in this shabby inn? Just serve whatever you have, anyway it’s just to fill the stomach. Oh, however, the liquor here is quite alright. Miao Village’s tavern in Li Tian City, their liquor just has a bit more water mixed in than that in Li Tian City’s restaurant, but given this is at the foot of a desolate mountain, it’s still quite passable."

"Well, our prices aren’t higher than those in Li Tian City’s restaurant. This added water, consider it as my hard work pushing it back with a cart, the sweat shed on the way."

Zhou Bian was indeed a resourceful person.

"Hahaha, you rascal."

The drunk picked up the wild vegetables with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, the crisp taste refreshing, nodded and said:

"These vegetables, well mixed, not bad."

"Of course, the wild vegetables at the foot of Tianhu Mountain carry a touch of spiritual essence."

At this time, the scholar among the first group of guests spoke, saying:

"Now, what spiritual essence would there be on Tianhu Mountain, I think it’s more like a place of eerie ghostly presence."

Upon hearing this, the drunk chuckled twice, took a sip of liquor.

Zhou Bian then walked up to the newly arrived guests, by now the three guests were seated.

"Guests, there isn’t much to eat here, how about three bowls of lard rice? Maybe a few side dishes to go with? Our humble place’s conditions are really lacking, I apologize deeply."

Lord Zheng, in casual clothes, nodded with a smile, saying:

"Just do as you see fit."

"Alright then, guests, please wait."

Zhou Bian went back to the kitchen.

Meanwhile,

The drunk’s eyes fell on the sword wrapped in cloth beside Sword Saint, couldn’t help but say:

"Hmm, what kind of treasure is that, wrapped in such fine material."

Sword Saint ignored him, sitting with eyes closed, resting.

But the earlier outspoken scholar stood up, walked over and said:

"Looks like it’s wrapped around a sword, right? Miss Ding, he, like you, is also a swordsman. Since he used such exquisite material to wrap it, it must be an extraordinary sword, could I borrow a glance, so we might have the honor to admire it?"

Sword Saint still didn’t pay him any attention.

The sword was wrapped in cloth because it was called Longyuan.

The scholar seeing Sword Saint didn’t respond slightly frowned, his tone suddenly turning much stiffer, said:

"My sister also loves swords, would you kindly give us some face."

"Oh oh oh, face, face, traveling outside, in desolate places, how much is face worth? Furthermore, you haven’t hung a signboard around your neck, who knows how much your face weighs?"

The drunk raised his liquor bowl, took a big gulp,

then wiped his mouth,

said:

"Young man, at this table, there are three noble individuals, the gentleman in black attire has a noble aura around him, absolutely not an ordinary person."

The scholar laughed,

said:

"You think I can’t tell?"

These three are dressed in uncommon garments.

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, in this era, what clothes one wears can clearly reflect a person’s social status.

"Heh, you know only one side of it, this black-clothed gentleman not only has noble air but also a free and easy spirit, comfortably at ease even in this shabby tavern, even on a dirty bench.

Truly becomes a dragon in the sea and a fish in the stream.

Either he comes from an extremely wealthy family, nourished by nobility without arrogance;

or he has fought to the top all by himself.

The former, you can’t afford to provoke; the latter, haha, people of talent are even harder to provoke than those with lineage."

"Hahahahaha."

The scholar laughed heartily,

said:

"You’re quite strange, I just want to see a sword, isn’t that what I’m asking about? What, are you a fortune teller that you have to give me so many convoluted explanations?

By chance,

The little master accompanying me also understands the art of fortune-telling, he hasn’t said anything, and here you are babbling for ages."

The drunk shook his head,

said:

"This little master has a wise foundation, but how to say, fortune-telling, where is it truly learned sitting in a temple chanting? Isn’t it learned from observing people?

Looking at their form, observing their aura, then surveying their entirety, plus spending half a year in society, having seen much and experienced much, only to dare say one has dabbled in fortune-telling;

the rest, is just a big joke."

The monk eating dumpling soup heard this, immediately stood up, turned to the drunk, and clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha, I have learned much."

But the scholar was somewhat relentless in his questioning, continued asking:

"So tell me, why do you think I can’t provoke him? Why do you think I can’t look at this sword?"

The drunk pointed at the female knight sitting over there,

laughed and said;

"A beauty beside you, the heart becomes anxious, impatience arises, one must know that the real dragons don’t reveal their might, nor do behemoth fish show their wings;

just look at,

with such disrespectful and annoying speech,

has the gentleman in white ever responded at all?

That black-clothed gentleman still carries a smile on his face."

"Hehehe."

Lord Zheng was truly amused, just as Zhou Bian came first with the teapot and teacups, apologized and returned to the kitchen to continue busying himself.