Emperor’s Domination Chapter 4269: Bistro
desert, an expanse of desert, rolling yellow sand, and tidal waves of heat, when waves of heat waves hit the face, people feel that own is like being scorched.
In this kind of desert, there is no end of yellow sand. It seems that here, in addition to the yellow sand, there is hot air, and it can be said that birds do not **** here.
In such an uninhabited desert, there should not be any thing, except for the yellow sand, there is not even a single yellow hair grass.
However, in such desert, there is a tavern, yes, a tavern.
This tavern is very small. The whole tavern is made of wooden boards, and it is very casual and simple. It seems that the whole tavern is just nailed with three or five pieces of wooden boards, and it can be used. .
There are not many tables in the whole tavern, that is, two small wooden tables are placed randomly, and these two small wooden tables look very old, I don't know what age, the wooden tables have turned black, but, not So shiny black.
It is a kind of dry gray and black under the wind and the sun. It seems that such a wooden table can't bear a little weight at all.
And the same is true for the benches that are placed casually. It seems that as soon as you sit on it, it will break with a bang sound.
Outside such a tavern, there is a cloth banner with the word "sea" embroidered on it, but the word "sea" is too outdated. I don't know how many years it is. It looks almost blurry, and such a "sea" character is a very old font, and ordinary people can't recognize it at all, and can only see a horizontally blurred font.
Such a cloth banner was tattered under the wind and the sun, as if a gust of wind could tear it to pieces.
Such a tavern, when the strong wind of desert blows, will make a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, as if the whole tavern will be blown to pieces by the strong wind at any time.
In such a tavern, there is a person curled up. He is both the owner of the tavern and the shop assistant of the tavern.
This huddled boss is a Old Man, looks like White Haired is pale, but, not so white White Haired, but a kind of gray, as if he has experienced countless lives, like countless Old Man who don't live in Wishful, gray hair It seems to declare that it is not Wishful, giving people a feeling of dryness and powerlessness.
Wrinkles climbed up Old Man's face, it seems that the years have polished countless marks on his face, just such a Old Man, he curled up in the corner of the tavern, looking sleepy , and even makes people wonder if he has no breath.
Such a Old Man, but he has a pair of very good-looking eyebrows. His eyebrows are like Divine Sword unsheathed, which seems to give people a feeling of dashing Fei Yang(to rise).
Looking at his eyebrows, it seems to make people feel that when he was young, this Old Man was also a handsome Fei Yang(to rise) hero, maybe a handsome man, handsome Wushuang/matchless.
Nevertheless, such an Old Man huddles up there, making it seem like there's nothing particularly noteworthy about it.
This kind of tavern, opened in desert, basically doesn't have any customers, but this Old Man doesn't care at all, the whole person curls up there, even if it doesn't sell a bowl in a thousand years Wine, he doesn't care at all.
Such a scene makes people feel incredible. After all, in such desert, is it not crazy for such a person to open a tavern? In such a place where birds don't shit, I'm afraid they won't be able to sell a bowl of wine in a hundred years.
However, in such a place where birds don't shit, there is such a tavern, it's so incredible.
Of course, even in the most dangerous place, even in the place where birds don't shit, there is still the arrival of cultivator here.
After all, there are so many cultivator in the world, and many cultivator powerhouses, compared to mortals, escape into the earth, and it is common to go in and out of desert.
So, when the disciples of Sect appeared in this desert occasionally, I couldn't help but be curious when I saw such a tavern.
There is a dozen disciples of Sect, young and old, who happened to come to desert to seek medicine. When they saw such a tavern, they were very surprised.
"It's really amazing. There is a pub in such a ghost place. Let's have a drink." This Sect disciple couldn't help but be amazed when he saw the tavern, and immediately sat in the tavern.
"Boss, give us a bowl of wine." With a curious mind, the group of cultivator paired Old Man big shout curled up in the corner.
However, the boss didn't seem to react at all, still curled up in this corner, deaf to the shouting of the group of cultivator.
"Did you hear me, old man, give us a bowl of wine." After calling several times, the Old Man didn't respond, which made one of the disciples anxious and shouted loudly.
However, Old Man seems to have fallen asleep and doesn't seem to hear their cries.
"Will he die?" Another disciple muttered when he saw that Old Man had no response.
The older, experienced elder, looks at Old Man, shook his head slightly.
Just when these cultivator powerhouses were a little impatient, Old Man, who was curled up in the corner, was languidly raised the head, and looked at the cultivator powerhouses present.
This old man raised the head, open his eyes, his eyes are clear, muddy is unclear, he looks like a dying person who is on the verge of death. It sounds bad, if he can live today, he may not be able to live tomorrow. , such a Old Man seems to die at any time.
"Give us all a bowl of wine." The older cultivator strong man said less impatiently.
After hearing the order of the cultivator strong, the Old Man languidly picked up a jar of wine from the other corner, and then placed the sea bowls one by one in front of everyone.
Looking at this sea bowl, I don't know how long it has been washed, and it is almost covered with dust. However, Old Man doesn't care, and I don't bother to clean it, and there are sea bowls like this, and there are one after another on the edge. It seems that such a sea bowl is passed down from the ancestors of Old Man for eight generations.
Old Man didn't think there was anything wrong with the own sea bowl, languidly poured the wine.
Seeing such a scene, many cultivator disciples frowned. Although it is said that for many cultivator strong people, it is not necessarily golden clothes jade food, but this kind of rudimentary, it really makes them a little bit. Diaphragm.
When the wine is full, some disciples don't pay attention to it, and they drink it with one hand.
"My mother, what is this wine, is this horse urine?" After drinking it, some disciples immediately vomited, big shout, this is probably the worst wine they have ever drunk in their entire lives.
“Bah, bah, bah, is this kind of wine drunk by humans?” The other disciples all complained about one after another, and they were very upset.
However, old man is unmoved, as if it doesn't care whether the customer is satisfied or not, that's all.
"old man, do you have any other good wines? Give us another jar." Some disciples were upset and shouted to Old Man.
Old Man languidly glanced at him, then said, "No." There was only one word, cherish words such as gold.
Old Man's attitude also made some disciples annoyed in their hearts. They came to drink. However, Old Man looks like you want to drink it or not. What's worse, his wine is particularly unpleasant.
"Isn't this a pub? could it be that sells horse urine." Some disciples couldn't help but get angry.
However, Old Man turned a blind eye, as if it had nothing to do with him, no matter how angry the customer was, he didn't respond at all, giving a feeling of insensitivity.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go." There are also Senior Brother who are unwilling to care about such a common man, so they have to pay and say: "How much does it cost."
"50,000 --" At this time, old man finally responded, and languidly extended take action to point.
"50,000 refined jade --" heard old man's actions, and some disciples screamed like killing a chicken and said, "You dare to charge 50,000 for such horse urine, are you stealing money?"
However, Old Man doesn't seem to have any embarrassed look, just stretch take action, look at him, whether you want it or not, you have to pay the same 50,000.
"You are a black shop, 50,000 refined jade, what a joke." Another disciple jumped up in anger and said, "Five coins are not worth it."
However, old man didn't respond at all, and was still numb, as if he hadn't heard the complaints of these cultivator powerhouses at all.
"That's it, that's it, let's pay." However, in the end, the older elder paid the price for the drink truthfully and left with the disciple.
"Martial Uncle|Aunt, why do you want to pay him." Like leaving the tavern, some disciples couldn't help but mutter.
The elder looked back at the tavern and said, "In a place like this, birds don't poop, it's all desert. Do you think he's crazy about opening such a tavern?"
When I asked this question, the disciples couldn't come up with it.
If anyone wants to build a tavern in desert and make a living by selling alcohol, it will definitely make everyone think that it is a lunatic. In such a bad place, don't say that it is a business, I am afraid that even own will be able to starved to death.
However, this old man doesn't seem to be a neuropathy, but it happens to open a tavern here.
"If it's not crazy, then it's a weirdo." The elder said slowly: "A weirdo is definitely not a good man and a woman. It's better not to mess with him when he goes out."
Hearing the elders say this, many disciples also think it makes sense, one after another nod.
"Then why does he insist on opening a tavern in this desert?" Some disciples couldn't understand and couldn't help asking.
"Wonderful people, strange people, and what we can understand." In the end, the elder could only say so.