Forget the house rules
I am the shopkeeper of Wangyoulou, my surname is Lu.
On the first day of opening, we established a rule: only listen to gossip in the building, and don't do anything.
Jianghu vendetta, court secrets, privacy in the backyard... Here we only serve tea and don't pay the bill.
The right envoy of the Demon Sect spent the whole afternoon listening to the talented and beautiful ladies here. When he went out, he was blocked by his sworn enemy. He shouted through the door: "Shopkeeper Lu! Do you still have rules outside the door?"
I dialed my abacus without even raising my eyes: "Our store is run on a small budget, but it's windy outside. Guests, please ask for your blessings."
——Until that rainy night, the young swordsman covered in blood stumbled into my teahouse, his desperate eyes shining brightly with the pursuer's blade.
I sighed and put down the rag.
"Everyone," I walked to the door with a low voice, "the rules of our store are: no hands are allowed inside the building."
The man in black holding a torch outside the door burst into laughter.
I also laughed, and gently took off the narrow-edged soft sword that had been covered with dust for a long time from my waist.
