What I Run Is an Ordinary Tavern.

Fifty years ago, someone broke the 10,000-year-old shackles of heaven that had crucified the human world with one palm. Everyone in the world knows that he is a true devil with heinous crimes, but they don't know that he is just wearing a green shirt, and for the last words of an old friend, he has been murderous since then. Fifty years later, there is an inconspicuous "Youjian Tavern" in Qingshi Town. The cold-faced girl who settles accounts holds on her fingertips the Jutian edict that makes the princes tremble; The dozing caretaker has a peerless spear hidden in his pole that can overthrow the holy land; The smiling boy in the waiting room has the supreme sword intention to annihilate Tianyuan buried under the bed; There is also the Fox Emperor who shakes the spoon, the Holy Son who makes wine... This group of people who have been hurt by the world, put aside their cultivation that shocked the world, and are willing to taint the fireworks of the world for a plate of soy beef in the small space of heaven and earth. Until Guixu, who is above the nine heavens, opens his eyes again, the elites of the Holy Land and the ancient evil spirit Chen Bing are trying to crush this last piece of tranquility. That day, the broken sword resounded and the spear came out of its box. But before the guys could draw their swords desperately, the shopkeeper, who always lowered his head to clean the wine jar, gently put down the rag and poured the rice wine into the old ceramic cup on the corner of the counter. He put his hands behind his back and stepped out of the store. In an understatement, he brushed away the gods and Buddhas in the sky with one sleeve. "When you come to the pub, just sit down and drink." Lin Yuan raised his eyes, his eyes shining like an eternity of night, "Don't be rude."