Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 430: Strange Stories at the Inn
A new chef named Xiaoyun came to "Yue Lai Inn". It didn't take long for the news to spread to every household and everyone, young and old, knew about it.
The inn's business is getting better and better. Many people don't come to stay in the inn, but want to taste the cooking skills of the chef.
The waiter almost ran his legs off, while the boss couldn't stop grinning.
The master chef no longer needed him to go into the kitchen, but instead helped pick vegetables, wash rice, and pass the dishes.
The strange thing is that the more famous Xiaoyun became, the less people suspected him, because no one could imagine that a dung husband would suddenly become a chef.
"Chef... Miss Liu Rushui from the Liu Mansion is coming today, you have to bring out your signature dishes!"
"Chef... please hurry up a bit, the guests can't wait."
"Chef..."
“…”
Xiaoyun seldom spoke and did not tell his name, so the boss just called him chef and felt that this was a sign of respect for him.
While Xiaoyun was cooking every day, she secretly sent a letter to the county government office. The letter told the grudge between Pang Da and Lao Gong, in an attempt to provide some new information for the constable to catch the real murderer.
——Because he suspected that the murderer who killed Lao Gong was most likely Pang Da!
But after almost ten days, the letter fell into oblivion, without any ripples.
Xiaoyun quietly asked around and found out that the government had never conducted any investigation into Pang Da.
——They seemed to have already determined that Old Gong must have been killed by Xiao Yun! Even the Liu family had stepped forward to help the government put a bounty on Xiao Yun's head!
——What’s even more outrageous is that Xiaoyun was clearly staying in the inn, not caring about worldly affairs, but he was “caught” in a daze!
Of course, the person who was arrested was not him, but another "Xiao Yun".
Xiaoyun heard this story from a commoner who came to the inn by chance to tell stories.
"You may not know that there is a 'dung man' named Xiao Yun in our Liuquan City. He stirs up trouble in the Liu Mansion, throwing dung everywhere. Even the swordsman Li Anzi from the Hainan Sword School was splashed with dung!"
"Oh, is this true? Isn't Li Anzi a famous swordsman? How could it be..."
Some guests were surprised and started talking about it.
The commoner waited until everyone was quiet before continuing, "You don't know this. You must know that there are many hidden masters in the martial arts world. Even Xie Xiaofeng, the owner of the Divine Sword Villa..."
He then slowly talked about Xie Xiaofeng, and everyone listened with even more fascination.
After talking for a long time, he finally came back to the topic. The man in plain clothes slammed the table and shouted, "But what? Not everyone is a master. This Xiaoyun was finally caught by the government."
No one was particularly surprised. Although not many people knew about this matter, it was still a lot.
"Have you seen what Xiao Yun looks like? I have! When I went there, his white clothes were already stained with blood, and his pretty face was blurred and bloody, and he didn't look like a human at all!"
The storyteller was spitting all over the place: "I think even if his mother came, she might not recognize him! There is nothing we can do. Who made him resist arrest?"
Xiaoyun was not in the crowd, listening with great interest. A storyteller was coming today, and the boss specifically asked him to prepare a lot of cold dishes and light wine in advance, and nothing else would be served, so he had time to come and listen to the story.
Gradually, everyone heard the end of the story and straightened their clothes, preparing to leave.
Unexpectedly, the storyteller never stopped saying something shocking, and added: "But in my opinion, the dead 'Xiao Yun' may not be Xiao Yun!"
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Someone is asking a question.
The speaker laughed but did not explain: "Hahaha, I just said a few random words because I saw that you all were not interested. Please don't take it seriously. Is there any thief in the world that our County Magistrate Gou cannot catch? Hahaha, I'm done!"
"Haha, storytellers just want to be mysterious and keep people on suspense!"
"Well, everyone is just looking for fun, why bother to delve into it?"
“…”
The audience dispersed one after another, leaving behind a circle of messy tables and chairs that needed to be cleaned up.
Xiaoyun knew what the storyteller meant - how could the manure collector have a white gown among his clothes? Wasn't he asking for trouble?
If someone is attentive, it is not difficult to guess that County Magistrate Gou was probably under too much pressure and did not want to drag it on any longer, so he deliberately found a substitute to fill in and closed the case as if it was Xiaoyun.
The case has been closed, the main culprit is dead, and the real Xiaoyun certainly doesn't have to worry about being wanted by the government anymore.
The tea has gone cold and the day is setting.
The light of winter dusk seems extremely dim.
Xiaoyun was faced with pots, bowls, ladles, basins, firewood, kitchen knives... all kinds of kitchen utensils, as well as a variety of meats, vegetables, wine and tea... and many, many more, everything was something he had been familiar with for a long time.
He realized that he could indeed live another peaceful and carefree life as an ordinary person, which was what he wanted.
But for some reason, he just couldn't be happy at all.
Is he going to let go of the hatred of being falsely accused?
Did he completely ignore the murderer who killed Lao Gong?
Aren't small people supposed to eat simple meals, live day after day, let go of hatred, live a good life, and not care about so many things?
Is this a qualified little person?
He suddenly didn't know.
…
Winter is very cold.
This was probably the coldest day of the entire winter. There were few pedestrians on the streets and every household stayed indoors.
It was cold and windy.
Yuelai Inn is still open.
The inn always has to open, let alone a large inn like "Yue Lai" that opened all the way from the Central Plains.
Although the big door of the inn was open, there was only one person in the inn.
A lonely person.
In such weather, a person sitting here should feel lonely, but he seemed particularly lonely.
He wears a sword, and the sword is lonely.
He was drinking, and the wine was lonely.
"What a shame, what a shame. I remember that six months ago, the great hero Mei Changhua was not so destitute and lonely."
Mei Changhua didn't answer. His hair was loose, half covering his eyes. He just drank, and kept drinking.
A man wearing a sable fur coat and a Taoist hairpin on his head slowly walked in from outside the door. He also wore a sword, and the sword he wore was extremely similar to the sword on Mei Changhua's waist, as if they were from the same school.
"Brother Mei, I'm here to visit you. Are you okay?"
Mei Changhua was still drinking. It seemed that there was only "wine" in his world.
The junior brother said again: "Hahaha, Senior Brother Mei, don't blame me. You fell off the altar, and the junior brothers naturally took advantage of the situation to rush up. It's just that I was faster and seized the opportunity. But I still respect you!"
Mei Changhua finally looked up at him and said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it now, and get out of here!"
The younger brother's expression changed slightly, but he still smiled and said, "Let me ask you, how did you lose to Xie Xiaofeng in the first place?!"
Xie Xiaofeng!
Hearing this name, Mei Changhua was shocked all over, and the seven or eight points of drunkenness had dissipated by at least four or five points!
