Yangzhou San Xiao

  As soon as he came out of the kitchen, he saw three middle-aged men in the hall surrounding Ling Er, showing off their power and being very overbearing.

  Man A: "You're occupying the toilet but not doing your business, are you going to let me go or not?!"

  Ling'er: "My brother told me to sit still and not move, don't let."

  Young man B: "Miss, when traveling, we should make things convenient for each other. We don't have a place to sit and eat, but that's no reason to get angry."

  Ling'er: "Whatever, you guys are really disgusting when you talk."

  Man C: "My three brothers and I are the famous Yangzhou Three Juniors in Zhenjiang South. Don't force us to take action against women."

  Ling'er glared with anger, as if she had inherited some kind of temperament from Lin Yue Ru, and shouted loudly.

  "Want to try moving?"

  At the critical moment when swords were drawn and bows were stretched, Fang Xian had already arrived. What a nuisance! Something could have happened in just this short while.

  "Ling'er!" Fang Xian ignored the three young masters of Yangzhou and walked directly in front of Ling'er, his expression slightly displeased. "Who taught you to speak such dirty words?"

  Ling'er was taken aback, originally thinking that her brother would come to violently scold these three men, but unexpectedly she was the one being scolded. Her tomboyish demeanor instantly dissipated, revealing a delicate and innocent appearance, with a face full of grievances.

  "Brother Xian doesn't like Ling'er talking like this...Ling'er won't say it again in the future, why scold others like that..."

  "Ling'er, you misunderstood." Fang Xian hastily rubbed Ling'er's head, "You're just saying dirty words, but only getting the shape, not the spirit. It won't have the effect of intimidating others. True intimidation is when you don't even need to say a word, look at mine..."

  Fang turned around, looking at Yangzhou San Shao with a gaze like he was staring at dead flesh. The muscles on his face were squeezed together, giving off a mountain bandit vibe, as if all that was missing was for him to light up a cigarette.

  Yangzhou San Shao was originally short of breath, because the three Shao were sealed by himself. This time he just came to Suzhou to participate in the martial arts competition and try his luck, but unexpectedly, the first meal was not enjoyable, wanting to persuade Ling'er to give up her seat, but instead being scolded, just about to get angry when a black organization suddenly appeared.

  The three young masters instinctively took a step back, intimidated by Fang Xian's aura. Their intelligence was slightly higher than that of the Black Miao people. Looking at Ling'er and Fang Xian's new equipment, they knew that these two were not easy to deal with.

  After exchanging a few glances, Man A snorted: "I, San Shao, don't want to cause trouble today and alert the authorities. It won't be good for me to attend Lin's family gathering tomorrow, so I'll spare you for now."

  In the end, San Shao had no choice but to give up this table and continue waiting for a seat.

  "Wow, Brother Fang is so amazing! He has a heroic aura!" Ling'er applauded and hugged Fang Xian's right arm.

  "This is not the aura of a king, it's just a reasonable deterrent. The aura of a king is a special temperament that can only be emitted by someone as strong as Xiang Yu, and it's something that ordinary people like us can't learn."

  "Why can you scare people away with just one expression?" Ling'er asked in puzzlement.

  "Because they are clever people who know how to weigh the pros and cons, I deliberately showed them my newly bought iron lock to intimidate them a bit. Clever people understand that it's better not to be an enemy, so they will naturally retreat."

  Ling'er looked slightly puzzled: "How did you know they can't beat us?"

  He sat down leisurely and took a sip of cool tea.

  "I've seen the walkthrough."

  No sooner had the words fallen than Yangzhou San Shao found the real soft persimmon. It was seen that Yangzhou San Shao surrounded a small white face table, and Man A went up to kick one foot.

  "Stinky bookworm, stop reciting your crappy poem here and get out."

  The young man fell to the ground and shouted: "I'm eating my meal, are you guys reasonable or not?"

  Man B: "You little thing talks a lot of nonsense, dare to say that we three Yangzhou juniors are unreasonable? Fight!"

  Then, Xiao Bailian covered his head and lay on the ground, while Yangzhou San Shao beat him up with great relish.

  Fang Xian pointed at the unlucky little white face:

  "Look at him, wearing a literary hat, with a pair of big, shining eyes like those of an anime girl, pale and tender skin, thin as a rake. This guy is just asking for trouble by walking around like that."

  Ling'er watched San Shao beat up that pale scholar and felt very sympathetic: "Xian Gege, those three middle-aged men are bullying others with their power, I think that scholar is quite pitiful, let's go help him."

  "No." Fang Xian shook his head and pulled Zhao Ling'er towards the shopkeeper, "That guy's name is Liu Jin Yuan. He looks pale and tender, but he's actually a brainless, two-faced, black-bellied, bottomless-lined second-generation official. I don't want to trigger that part of the plot."

  Ling'er saw Fang Xian use so many words to belittle the bookworm, it can be seen that this time Fang Xian really didn't want to make a move, and also didn't use the coquettish method.

  On one side, three young men beat them up; on this side, the boss just does his own thing and pretends he didn't see anything.

  "Boss, come upstairs."

  "Two bottles for tonight." The boss stretched out his hand.

  Fang Xian was taken aback: "...... But I only have copper coins on me, and in this world, I haven't seen any silver yet."

  "That's because you're poor." The boss looked disdainful, "Lin's family is better than Wu's in terms of marriage, and this small shop has too many customers, so it's natural to raise prices. If you have money, pay up; if not, get out."

  Fang Xian couldn't help but ask: "Two taels of silver is equivalent to how many wen, let me calculate."

  "Two thousand characters."

  "The emotional South Song also has Hilton's business suite."

  Ling'er saw Fang Xian scratching his head and leaned in close to his ear, whispering: "Forget it, let's not stay here tonight, just find a place to pass the time."

  "It's okay." Fang Xian smiled and rubbed Ling'er's head, pulling her back, "Don't be humiliated, it's just Liu Jin Yuan, I'll tolerate it."

  Three young men were beating Liu Jin Yuan with all their might, but suddenly a large axe flew in from somewhere.

  Battle over, gained 420 experience points and 300 Wen coins.

  "Is that it? I haven't even warmed up yet?"

  Save time, there have been too many battles like this recently.

  "By the way, I'd like to complain that there are three middle-aged men, so why are they called 'Three Young Masters'? Do you have a grudge against some great god?"

  No choice, humanoid monsters in games are always middle-aged, but the Lin family's martial arts gathering has an age limit, so they can only be used to make up the numbers.

  "Alright, considering Suzhou cuisine is quite delicious, I'll let it slide."

  Yangzhou San Shao's brief but glorious life has come to an end, and his next appearance will be in the brothels of Beijing, a small consolation.

  "Thanks for saving me, young hero!" Liu Jin-yuan patted his butt and stood up, looking like nothing had happened. His ability to withstand a beating was probably his only strong point, he must have suffered a lot when he was younger.

  No choice but to be polite, after all, he's a second-generation official and the hotel has already been booked.

  "Brother Liu is being polite."

  "Oh? How did you know my surname is Liu?"

  "Let's go back to the house and talk slowly, let's go." Fang Xian picked up the wine and dishes on Liu Jin's table and headed to the second floor, "You and I are like old times, chatting all night."

  "Excellent!"

  Walked into Liu Jin-yuan's room and arranged wine and dishes, Fang Xian let Ling'er go to bed for a while, and sat opposite Liu Jin-yuan.

  Liu Jin-yuan raised his cup and said: "I haven't asked your young hero's great name yet."

  "My name is..."

  The next morning.

  "Zhang Shaoxia, we've had a great conversation all night, Liu is very happy, but unfortunately I still have something to do today, so I'll take my leave first." Liu Jin Yuan stood up and bowed.

  "Brother Liu, take your time, and by the way, criticize the stiff transition."