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Chapter 638 Tingyu Tower

Tianyuan City has been extremely lively recently, with more travelers coming and going than in the past ten years combined.

A young man in light, plain clothes was walking slowly on the street. He raised his head and revealed a pair of bright eyes, in which the tallest restaurant in the city was reflected.

Listening to the Rain Tower.

Tingyu Tower has seven floors, the first three of which are open to ordinary people, while the last four are only accessible to famous warriors. There are all kinds of shops there, selling weapons, elixirs, and even intelligence information, making it much more convenient to do business here.

The young man walked slowly to the third floor. If he went any higher he would have to prove his identity, which was quite troublesome. The young man did not seem to have this intention and just found a seat by the window. Fortunately, most of the wanderers cared about their reputation and seldom ate on the first, second and third floors, so it was not crowded here. The young man could even occupy a small square table to himself.

After ordering a few seasonal side dishes and a pot of tea, the man stared into the distance in a trance.

Looking at the young men in fine clothes and gallant women coming and going downstairs, it goes without saying that they all want to watch the showdown of magical powers in a few days!
Li Ming couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. Although he lived a life that many people envied, there were mountains of bones behind him.

After a while, the side dishes ordered by Li Ming were served. Li Ming picked up some and took two bites. The taste was very refreshing. It was not a delicacy, but it was unique.

They ate slowly, and before they knew it, the restaurant was almost full of people. At some point, an old man and a young girl were playing the erhu and singing in the hall.

The sound of the erhu should be sad, but in the hands of this old man, it does not sound sad at all. Combined with the beautiful voice of the young girl, it is quite pleasant to the ear.

"Talk about heroes, talk about heroes, heroes all over the world are judged by their style"

"Yesterday's yellow flowers are worse than new blooms and old ones, than half a glass of old wine"

What didn't match the girl's voice was the lyrics, which had a sense of the vicissitudes of time and the allure of the world of Jianghu. Even Li Ming stopped eating after hearing them.

After the girl finished singing, the old man walked around and asked for money, but it was all voluntary. After walking around, the old man only got a few big coins. Fortunately, the old man was not ignorant of his own limitations, and even so, he bowed repeatedly.

Just as he was pulling the girl downstairs, a figure as solid as a wall suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The old man was old and frail, and he could not withstand the collision. He almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the girl was quick to help him. Otherwise, if he had really fallen, his old bones might have needed to be recuperated for ten days or half a month before he could get out of bed.

Despite this, the old man started apologizing before he even looked up. After apologizing repeatedly, he looked up and found that it was a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh. The man was carrying a thick-backed large ring knife behind him. He had a muscular body and looked like a wandering gangster.

"You're so bold, you blind old man! Do you think you can hit me?"

The man's expression suddenly changed. He was a bandit along the Minjiang River, but was eventually rounded up by soldiers and forced to escape, saving his life. He'd been a fugitive and a wanderer all the way here, boasting of being a true outlaw. But who would have thought that when he called himself the Three-Eyed Osprey, Tingyu Tower would refuse to acknowledge him and even chase him down the fourth floor. As he reached the stairs, he was bumped by the old man. He was already furious, and now that he had an excuse to vent, he was even more furious. His eyes widened, he pointed, and a stream of obscenities gushed out.

The old man thought to himself: It’s bitter, it’s bitter.

Although he didn't know how he had offended the noble, he could only bow his head and apologize repeatedly, but the three-eyed osprey Yu Kui would not listen.

The girl couldn't stand it any longer and finally said, "What do you want in exchange for letting us go?"

"What do I want?" Yu Kui stared at the girl, and a lustful intent emerged from his eyes.

"I want you, little girl, to play with me for a bit, and then I'll let this old man go!"

The old man quickly begged for mercy: "Uncle, I am old and it doesn't matter to me, but my granddaughter is still young, please let her go."

"Who cares about you!" Yu Kui snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to push the old man, who was only in his sixties. He had been traveling around the country all day, exposed to the wind and sun, and had never had a good rest. His bones were probably brittle. If this push was implemented, he would probably lose half of his life.

At this moment, an arm that was not strong but not thin suddenly appeared between the old man and Yu Kui. His hands were covered with calluses. If one were a martial artist, one could tell at a glance that this man was probably a swordsman.

Although Yu Kui was a pirate, he had some martial arts skills. Apart from anything else, the thick-backed large ring knife he carried on his back was a direct descendant of his Yu family. If you trace it back five or six generations, he was a high-ranking officer in the army.

But their family fell into poverty generation after generation, and even became bandits. If his ancestor who relied on the Yu family sword to become the General of the Left Cavalry in the army knew about this, he would be so angry that he would jump out of the grave and scold him severely.

Although his internal martial arts skills have been lost, he was able to rely on external martial arts to build a group of bandits from scratch, and his martial arts skills are still quite good. A dozen or so ordinary men really can't defeat him. Moreover, he practiced external swordsmanship, and the strength in his hands is not small at all.

But he pushed this hand which looked very young and it did not move. He looked at it quickly and saw that the owner of this hand was no more than twenty years old. He was extremely angry and pushed it hard with all his strength. Unexpectedly, the young man did not move at all, which made him feel so uncomfortable that veins popped out.

The young man shook his head slightly when he saw this, then pushed him away very easily. The man felt as if he was hit hard in the chest by a carriage, and flew backwards. However, the young man had already considered the direction and knew how to move when he made the move. The man rolled twice on the ground and hit the table, which saved the shop assistant the trouble of cleaning up.

The young man then said to the old man and the girl, "Are you okay?"

The girl looked up quickly and saw that the young man was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was handsome and exuded a heroic spirit. A long sword hung at his waist. He was truly a man of the world!
The man got up from the ground, his face full of anger, but he was also a smart man, otherwise he would not have been able to escape from the encirclement and come all the way here. As soon as he saw his appearance, he knew that he must have good martial arts skills and was not a simple character. However, it would be hard to swallow his anger if he was allowed to leave in such a disgrace, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"Good boy, which gang are you from? Tell me your name!"

The young man smiled lightly upon hearing this and said, "Li Xian, from the Lingzhou Li family!"

(End of this chapter)