In the north of Hangzhou City, there is a wine shop on the side of the road. The wine shop is not big, only five or six tables. But the business is good and it is often popular.

First, the location of this restaurant is very good, and second, the owner here is the beef made by the boss Chang, which is very famous.

Boss Chang is forty years old this year. In this ancient society, he was called "Fortune". This period is called the period of decline and is prone to look old.

But Boss Chang is not old. Because the business in the restaurant is good, he lives a very comfortable life. He even relied on years of savings to get a wife in his house, and his life is booming.

Therefore, Boss Chang attaches great importance to this restaurant. He also has a skill. Once he has seen someone, he will never forget him for life. Who can offend and who cannot offend him, knows it well and can be said to be versatile.

It was already afternoon, and the business was surprisingly not very good. Boss Chang sat on a stool and smoked dry cigarettes and chatted with his helper's son.

At this moment, his son's eyes were bright. When he saw someone coming, he said in surprise: "Dad, someone is here."

Boss Chang was also happy. When he turned around and saw a familiar person appear. "Young Master Chen." Boss Chang quickly stood up and bowed to Chen Zhengran.

Because the beef he made was delicious, Mr. Chen was also a regular visitor. He was versatile and knew that this young master was an authentic local snake and never dared to neglect it.

But Boss Chang also carefully discovered that Mr. Chen today was a little different. He was wearing a black outfit, wrapped in a cloth strap on his cuffs, which was very conducive to action, and he looked heroic and heroic. His hair was squinted casually, tied with a ribbon, deer leather boots under his feet, and a sword in his hand.

The playboy from the past seems particularly heroic today.

Chen Zhengran seemed very different, and there was one person who could not be ignored. Boss Chang quickly realized that there was someone next to Chen Zhengran. As soon as he saw this person, Boss Chang took a breath of air conditioning.

Bing. This man seemed to be a piece of ice, emitting a strong cold air. Although he had a smile on his face, he looked prosperous in red, even though he was wearing a red dress.

But it could not hide the coldness that was overflowing all over his body.

It wasn't that I felt cold, but that I was really cold. Because Boss Chang was stiff all over in an instant, and felt his blood coagulated. He exhaled and there was white mist.

It's early summer now, and it will be a little cold. But it will definitely not be so cold.

"You won't encounter a ghost, right?" Boss Chang's hair stood upside down, and he quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the stove. The stove was burning and fire, but the fire could not dispel the cold.

"Senior Brother, you scared him." Chen Zhengran was a little helpless and turned around and said to the man.

This person is Bai Zheng, and there are countless legends about him. Some people have seen him killing dragons in the river. Some have seen him cut off a waterfall ten feet wide with one sword, and some have also seen him cut a strand of hair in half.

In short, it is a myth, killing Jiang Zuo’s first swordsman, Shui Zhongping. It is just one of the things he did.

Although Chen Zhengran is an illegitimate son, he is also extremely noble. Because of his superb swordsmanship and majestic heroism, he is valued by King Qi and has a very high status.

But facing this senior brother, Chen Zhengran was still willing to lower his proud head and be a follower. This senior brother is definitely qualified.

"There is no way to do this. People look a bit fierce and evil, and they are afraid of people." Bai Zheng smiled, smiling very warmly, but the colder became even stronger.

This is of course a joke. Chen Zhengran knew the heroic spirit of this senior brother, so he was born with a sense of coldness. In summer, if he put the wine in his hand, it would soon turn into iced wine.

Chen Zhengran rolled his eyes.

"Boss Chang, prepare five kilograms of beef sauce and a jar of good wine." Chen Zhengran came here naturally to drink and eat meat, and he greeted Boss Chang casually.

"Yes, yes." Boss Chang woke up from his dream and hurriedly went down to prepare.

The beef sauce was cooked, so in just a moment, it was placed on the table in front of the two of them with a jar of good wine. Chen Zhengran first poured a bowl of wine for himself and his senior brother, then picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Chen Zhengran said while eating: "Senior Brother, the Hangshan City is almost here. The book swordsman Chen Guhong is in the city. Is there any way you can recruit him smoothly????"

Speaking of this, Chen Zhengran showed a little concern on his face, "And according to his trip to the Shui family to settle the Shui family, he has a close relationship with that Shui Zhongping, and senior brother, you have killed Shui Zhongping again."

Bai Zheng chewed it slowly and ate it slowly, and he chewed it very finely, and he hated it. Every time he ate the beef, he chewed it sixteen times and then swallowed it.

This is very beneficial for the digestion of the stomach, and it has strict self-discipline.

Swallowed a sip of beef and took another sip of wine. Bai Zheng smiled and said, "You don't understand this."

"Don't understand?" Chen Zhengran was a little surprised.

"For a pure swordsman, duel is a passion and a romance. Death in the duel process is a blessing without regrets. So when a friend dies, the swordsman will not draw his sword to take revenge. On the contrary, being killed by someone is angered by a sword. I am talking about a pure swordsman, a top swordsman. Only this kind of swordsman can become a figure in myth. If Chen Guhong is this type of person, then he will not hate me. If he hates me, it means he is not this type of person. Then, kill with one sword."

The beef was a little stuffy, and Bai Zheng took a bamboo stick and picked it up, saying lightly. It seemed that the person who wanted to kill was not a book and swordsman in the world who looked like a myth, but a nameless person.

Chen Zhengran believed in this, let alone whether Chen Guhong was one of those types of people. Even if he was that type of person, his senior brother could still kill him.

But now I am going to recruit, not kill people. So Chen Zhengran smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, please spare me. That is a huge combat power. I have promised the prince that he will do his best to win over him."

"Then what if you want to surrender with force?" Bai Zheng said again, and his words were a bit dumb. But Chen Zhengran knew that he was serious.

The absolute power has already made this senior brother's thoughts. In the first case, the second case, the second case, the third case, the second case, the second case, the second case, the second case, the second is to speak with the fist.

Just crushing all the way.

"Then I'll do it and try my best to lobby." Chen Zhengran gave up talking about strategy issues with this senior brother and said with a wry smile.

"Okay, I'll just put the formation for you." Bai Zheng nodded and smiled.

"I have murderous aura!" Suddenly, Bai Zheng's face changed slightly, and the gentle and smiling expression instantly solidified and turned into a piece of ice. The eyes instantly shone with light. The left hand was placed on the hilt of the sword on the table, as if a beast had woken up.
Chapter completed!