As dusk falls, many people hang red lanterns under the eaves, presenting a festive festive celebration.

Tomorrow night will definitely be more lively, with fire trees and silver flowers, colorful silk building, and the sound of the piano and zither singing stopping the clouds. The moon-watching people will shoulder to shoulder, and they will not return until they are drunk.

Chu Fan left Yishan and looked for a remote tavern nearby to sit down.

I can't go back tonight.

I was afraid that the ghost messenger in Niu Ding's mouth would find out the clues and follow him, which would hurt the little girl and others.

The incident happened in a hurry and he was not prepared at all.

However, it is also the best opportunity.

He knew nothing about the ghost robbers, and on the contrary, Niu Ding might not have revealed the information. When the other party still does not know his existence, it is the best opportunity to attack.

The ghost messenger is still a ghost.

What are ghosts afraid of? Black dog blood, filthy, and righteousness?

Chu Fan felt that it was pure nonsense.

As long as there is a body, physical attack cannot be avoided. If there is no body, mental attack may be the main means.

Fortunately, I just opened the Tianmu and my mind power broke through to a new realm.

If it really doesn't work, I will use my spiritual energy and burn that guy. No matter it is tangible, it can produce nuclear fission and break the space-time channel, and it can sweep away any ghosts and monsters. I was reluctant to use spiritual energy to test it before, and I have never challenged the output limit. Will the ghosts burn themselves instead of burning them?

Haha, why do you think so much?

Fear comes from the unknown.

If you have no worries in your heart, you will have no fear and stay away from inverted dreams!

Chu Dashang raised his neck and killed a large bowl of wine, just like drinking boiled water.

The shop assistant put a dirty towel on his arm and stood in the corner in a daze.

The guest sat for almost an hour, suddenly laughed, frowned, and suddenly muttered to himself, probably quite worried. I have seen something that can be eaten, but I have never seen something that can be eaten! Ten kilograms of cooked beef, three kilograms of pork belly, and a chicken, a fish, several plates of dried tofu vegetables. Where did they hide? What's so bad is that I also opened two jars of sorghum roast, and I didn't get drunk after 20 kilograms of wine, and my eyes became brighter and brighter.

The shopkeeper probably saw that he was dressed up by scholars, and the business in the store was deserted and there were no customers, so he deliberately asked him to eat and drink. How to check the bill later? What if he got drunk, what should he do? Fortunately, there was a big green horse tied to the door, carrying a bag full of things on it, which was more than enough to pay the bill.

Chu Fan saw the moonlight outside the store, and it was probably after eight o'clock, and it was time to leave.

At midnight, from 11 o'clock to 1 a.m., the yin energy is the heaviest. If a ghost messenger comes, he will usually choose this period.

"Checkout." Chu Fan knocked on the table.

The fat shopkeeper made a quick calculation, and the mung bean's small eyes turned up treacherously and said with a smile: "Total 12 taels and 8 coins for silver, and the guest can only receive 12 taels and 5 coins."

What? Why...how can there be so many? Chu Dashu stared at him.

He doesn't care about gold and silver, which does not mean he is willing to be blackmailed. Although there are a lot of wine and food, they are all ordinary, at most worth two taels of silver.

Seeing that his face changed drastically, the shopkeeper's face suddenly became mute and sneered:

"Hmph, can the guest officer want to eat for nothing? Don't you think you are a scholar, if you are dragged into the class room, you will be beaten to the slaughter."

Chu Fan had never deliberately suppressed the alcohol, and at this moment he became slightly drunk. He raised the table and pointed at the shopkeeper's nose and angrily cursed: "Zhi Madam, you guys have opened a black store."

The dishes fell to the ground in a mess, and they broke "cracklingly", sending a subtle signal. Two burly men immediately broke into the door of the store, which was not even a ghost, and the chef also drilled out with a rolling pin. They all hugged their arms and stared fiercely, with a bad expression, and they were posing as if they were to fight if they had a disagreement.

The shopkeeper sneered, pointed to the white-robed scholar and scolded: "You foreigner, you are deliberately asking for trouble. If you don't pay money today, don't want to leave the store."

Chu Fan nodded helplessly, stood up, and laughed:

"If you have something to say, don't be too damn... Well, this price is really not expensive. In my hometown, a plate of shrimps once sold for ten taels of silver, and a piece of cake once sold for one hundred taels of silver."

When the shopkeeper saw that he was surrendered, he hummed:

"If you don't want toast, you'll be fined... Do you know if you have any money? Waiter, go and take down his horse."

When Chu Fan saw the waiter lowering his head and shrank his waist to run towards the door, he stepped over and raised his legs and tweeted. The waiter immediately flew over half a foot high, falling down and shattering his teeth.

Two big men yelled and pounced on him, but Chu Fan grabbed him and collided with his chest and fell to the ground like two bags of potatoes.

The chef took the opportunity to sneak forward, shouted... He raised the rolling pin and pointed it at the back of his head and smashed it hard.

Chu Fan grabbed the rolling pin in his hand, shook his head and smiled, "You are also a weird guy. If you don't study recipes and practice martial arts, your future is really not bright!"

After talking, the strong jujube rolling pin was immediately stalked into two pieces.

The chef retreated in fear, but he could not win.

Chu Fan rushed forward like a tiger, hitting the chef's ear with a stick, shouting: "Mala next door, this stick will make you dizzy and tinnitus." Then he kicked his waist and shouted: "This kick will make you feel incontinent."

After just a few breaths, the store was filled with wind and clouds, and the tables, chairs, benches and benches fell to the ground.

The shopkeeper widened his eyes, and before he could come back to his senses, he yelled at the counter: "You guy eats nothing, and you dare to act arrogantly? You must send it to the government office..."

Chu Fan was too lazy to listen to his noise, so he threw away his broken stick, grabbed it and dragged it across the counter, and threw it on an empty wine table. The table was not very strong, and he ate more than 200 pounds and smashed it immediately.

The shopkeeper covered his waist and moaned, shrunk and got up timidly, not daring to say another word.

The movement here attracted seven or eight people to watch, but they all hurried outside the door and pointed, not daring to go in.

Chu Fan knew that black shops that slaughtered customers like this usually colluded with the constable or white servant in charge of the film. He walked to the door and kicked the waiter, shouting, "Go, call a man over here."

Everyone at the door shook their heads secretly after hearing this.

The scholars from other places were afraid that they would be stupid in their studies, so they didn’t run away quickly, so they actually asked the public to uphold justice. There is no justice in the world? Isn’t this waiting to die? It’s not a day or two for black shops to slaughter customers. Black money is indispensable to respect the public. They will uphold justice? A joke!

After half a cup of tea, someone outside shouted: "Where did the foreigner come from? How dare you act arrogantly in our Yangwu County!"

Hearing the sound, several fat shopkeepers huddled in the corner like a pile of small quails showed their faces.

The crowd outside the door separated, and a man walked in with an iron ruler in his hand.

When the fat shopkeeper saw it, he hurriedly came forward and called "Brother Chu".

Unexpectedly, the heroic man walked into the tavern and saw a white robe standing in the center. His eyes immediately became bigger than a copper bell, his whole body was sifted, and even his calves began to tremble. He really couldn't move in or out, as if he had turned into a clay Buddha in an instant.

The ridiculous fat shopkeeper didn't know how to observe his words and expressions, and bowed as he walked:

"Brother Chu, you have to be fair for the shop. This foreigner is eating vain, unreasonable, and even beats people and smashes things..."

Chu Fan recognized that man, one of the Bai servants who was driven down the river by him a few days ago, staring at him coldly without saying a word.

The shopkeeper reminded Chu Baiyao, who was in a desperate situation, and slapped him with a big mouth and shouted:

"What did you say? He slandered people...Brother Chu is arrogant?"

The shopkeeper covered his face and said aggrievedly: "Brother Chu, I didn't say anything to you..."

Chu Baizao threw his mouth backwards and shouted:

"Do you know who this is? Chu Fan, Brother Chu... Can Brother Chu eat free food? He distributes hundreds of taels of silver in a few days. Who is richer in Yangwu County than him? Brother Chu is unreasonable? He is a scholar and has read hundreds of books in a few days. Who is more reasonable in Yangwu County than him? Brother Chu can hit people and smash things? He knocks down hundreds of people in a few punches. Who is better at hitting people in Yangwu County than him? Uh, uh, that... he has to hit you guys, smash tables, chairs, benches..."

The shopkeeper stepped aside and was silent.

In Yangwu County, who can scare the vicious Baifu into this?

Only Mr. Yunmeng Chu Fan.

Guan Pu beat Liu Quan, Fangshi beat Sanhu, Jiehe beat Niu Ding, all of them were easy to understand. But after Niu Ding hit him, he died of confusion that night, and the government did not dare to make a loud fart. Why isn't it creepy? Such a powerful power, which simply overshadowed Hu Er's limelight five years ago.

Chu Fan was too lazy to listen to their long-lasting words and couldn't tell them. He waved his hand to stop Chu Baizao's endless talk, took out a small bag from his waist, took out three small silver crocks and went to the counter, and said, "Two taels of wine, one tael of compensation."

Then he poured the remaining broken silver into his palm and handed it to Chu Baiyao together with the treasure bag, saying:

"I used these silver for use, and I ran my legs and sent the tips and horses to the Shidao Captain Wuyi Lane. I said I had something important to do. If I had a fast one, I would go back tomorrow, and if I was slow, it would take a long time to return."

The shopkeeper muttered with a sad face, not daring to ask for the young master's money.

Chu Baiyao quickly reached out and refused, saying that the horse could be given, but the silver could not be collected. Chu Fan ignored it, stuffed the silver into his arms, separated the dull people and walked into the dark night.

After a cup of tea, Chu Fan appeared at the foot of Yishan Mountain. Looking back at the line of lights in the county town, he couldn't help but sigh.

I have been hanging around at the bottom of society, and I may have to unveil the mysterious corner of this world of practice tonight, and the process will never be easy.
Chapter completed!