Hu Jiuniang, the Three Witches of Jianghu

Author: dhwdhw
Word count: 5326
On this day, in the lobby on the first floor of Qionglou Inn, more than twenty tables were almost full of people. Some of them are merchants in heavy clothes and carrying packages on their backs. Their eyes are full of vigilance, and their long swords are placed on the table where they are most likely to be pulled out. There are also burly men with bare breasts and breasts, holding big bowls while drinking, loudly telling obscene jokes, making obscene laughter from time to time, leaning steel knives casually on the side of the table, they are horse bandits.
In addition to merchants and horse bandits, there are Shakers with thick turbans on their heads and machetes on their waists. They are merchants in the desert, and killing people for money is also one of their businesses. When encountering horse bandits, especially big bandits, as long as they hand over money and women, they can generally stay alive, and even leave dry food and fresh water, and the women who were taken away by horse bandits can also survive in the bandits. But if you encounter Shake, it must be that all the men are killed, and the women are tortured to death after being ravaged in turn. They are wild dogs in the desert, eating people without spit out bones.
The three groups who were originally incompatible with each other ate, drank and rested in the Qionglou Inn at the same time, as if they couldn’t see each other.
No one dared to make trouble in Qionglou Inn.
And in the innermost part of the lobby, behind the dilapidated counter, a woman leaned lazily on the counter, wiping the wine bowl carelessly. This woman was probably in her thirties, she was very tall, and she was so mature that she was about to drip water. She was wearing a black silk dress, which outlined her full and tall breasts, her flexible and powerful water snake waist, and her astonishingly huge buttocks. There is not a trace of wrinkle on her face, and Danfeng’s eyes are full of laziness and charm. She is Hu Jiuniang, the shopkeeper of Qionglou Inn.
Such a mature woman is the best even in the Central Plains, let alone this lawless place, but the horse bandits seem to be talking about nasty jokes unscrupulously, but none of them glanced at Hu Jiuniang. The shakers, who would not let go of even a little girl under ten and a half-mature woman in her forties, kept silent and stared at the wine bowl in front of them.
There were a few young merchants who tried to look at Hu Jiuniang quietly, but as soon as they glanced over, the old merchant at the same table would pick up the sheathed sword on the table and draw it on the back of the young merchant’s hand.
“Boom!”
A young man suddenly threw the wine bowl on the table, stood up suddenly, and said loudly, “Master! Why is your wine so weak! Could it be mixed with water!”
This young man in a white robe with a jade face and a sword on his waist is out of tune with the surrounding environment.
Immediately, a merchant came over to pull him, and whispered: “Forget it, forget it, it’s good to have saliva in this sea of ​​death, don’t pick and choose, that Hu Jiuniang is not something you can afford.”
Some merchants also laughed and said, “Could this young man be a disciple of some great sect who went down the mountain to practice? It’s true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, even the sect masters would not dare to tell Jiu Niang like that.”talk. ”
Even the horse bandits booed: “Little bastard, sit down quickly, or Jiuniang will replace you with her footwashing water in a while!”
Yang Feng was originally the direct descendant of Lingtian Sword Sect, the great sect of martial arts in the Central Plains. Since he was a child, he went smoothly, and after going down the mountain to practice, he was full of compliments wherever he went. There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Sea of ​​Death in the Northwest and the 100,000 Mountains in the Miao Borderlands in the South are two great lawless places. The proud and arrogant he must see and see to live up to his status as the heir of the great clan.
But he didn’t expect that in this barren land that he looked down on from the bottom of his heart, so many people laughed at him as if he was a fool. With a red face, he suddenly picked up the wine bowl on the table, strode to the counter, threw the wine bowl on the counter, and said loudly, “Taste it yourself! Have you mixed it with water!”
The inn suddenly became quiet, and the horse bandits who were standing hurriedly sat down.