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Qiu Yizi saw them standing there like ferocious monsters. Although she was not afraid, she didn't know how to deal with them.
The shopkeeper, Sun Shouqian, knew these people. He tiptoed forward and asked, "Why are you here so early in the morning, my dear men? Are you here for morning tea?" Then he turned around and told the waiters behind him, "Why are you still standing there? Serve tea to these brave men!"
The leader of this group of guests seemed to be the monk. He was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He held two strange weapons in his hands and casually put on a monk's robe, revealing his bronze muscles. His huge head was shaved clean with nine incense scars on it, and his face was full of beard. He glared at me with a pair of copper bell-like eyes and shouted angrily, "Don't try to be so rude. We are not here to drink tea!"
Sun Shouqian knew what was going on. Today, the boss Zhou Cijing and his nephew were in the store. This was not the time to quarrel with these chivalrous men. He could only lower his head and say docilely, "I know what is going on. I have already prepared the money for you. Please wait for a moment. I will ask the servants to go into the store to get it."
The fat monk was still not satisfied and cursed again: "Who wants your stinky silver? I'm here to seek revenge today!"
Sun Shouqian quickly replied, "The people staying in the inn are all passing merchants. They have no past or present grudges against you warriors, and I haven't heard that any of them have offended you gentlemen. I wonder who you are looking for?"
The monk pointed the weapon in his hand forward and said, "I'm looking for no one but that guy."
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw none other than Qiu Yizi standing in the hall.
Qiu Yizi had seen the world, and when he heard the fat monk pointing at him, he burst into laughter, took a few steps forward and said, "I just arrived in Anhe Town yesterday, and went to bed early at night. I haven't had time to visit you yet, so how could I have offended this master?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid here. How could I, the Bronze Eyed Arhat, be wrong?"
The monk's eyes were wide open, and Qiu Yi knew the origin of the nickname "Bronze Eyed Arhat" at a glance. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Master is indeed clear-sighted. But it seems that it is not enough to rely on the Master's words alone. You must show some evidence, so that I can be convinced!"
"Proof? I'll give it to you!" Without saying a word, the Bronze-Eyed Arhat swung his pillar-like right arm and threw the weapon in his hand towards Qiu Yizi.
Qiu Yizi saw the weapon drew a parabola in the air and flew towards him with the sound of wind. Just as he was about to dodge, Zhao Chengxiao had already flashed in front of him and caught the weapon in mid-air. But the bronze-eyed arhat was very strong, and this move was very powerful. Even with Zhao Chengxiao's supernatural power, he took a half step back and stood firm, holding the weapon in his hand and handing it to Qiu Yizi.
Qiu Yizhi looked at it carefully and realized that it was not a complete weapon, but a half of a water and fire Zen staff that was cut in the middle, which was opposite to the half that the bronze-eyed arhat was still holding in his left hand. Looking closely at the broken Zen staff, the fracture was very neat and sharp, and it was obviously not broken by force, but cut by a sharp blade.
Qiu Yizhi thought: This Zen staff is made of wrought iron, as thick as a child's fist. There is really no other sword that can cut it easily, except for his Western Regions sword. Thinking of this, Yizhi felt a little timid and wanted to explain that his sword was stolen last night, and the shopkeeper and the waiter were witnesses.
But before Qiu Yizhi could speak, Zhou Cijing walked up behind him and said, "It's just a broken Zen stick. Please name a price, and we will pay the price with silver. It's just a small matter, why do you have to make a fuss?"
"Trivial matter? Bah! This Zen staff is what made me famous, and it was broken by a thief last night. How can I save my face? How can we, the Eight Friends of Heluo, walk in the world in the future?" The voice of the Bronze-eyed Arhat was so loud that it made everyone's eardrums swell.
Several other heroes in the martial arts world around also echoed loudly: "Brother is right! We must get an explanation today!" As he spoke, he took out his weapons and waved them in the air.
Zhou Cijing was frightened by the roars of this group of heroes from the martial arts world. He turned around and went back to the restaurant without looking back, and no one knew where he hid.
Qiu Yizi was relatively calm, and carefully observed the Eight Friends of Heluo - the knight dressed as an old Taoist had a whisk in his hand that had half of its head chopped off, with its bristles floating sparsely in the air; the man dressed as a scholar had a judge's pen that was about a foot long with the tip cut off, leaving only a copper rod; one man was dressed very luxuriously, like a shopkeeper, but the iron abacus in his hand was only left with a frame, with not a single abacus bead inside; the fisherman covered in a fishing net had a three-pronged steel fork in his hand that had two prongs cut off in the middle and on one side, like a spear with a crooked neck; the man with a sweat towel on his forehead seemed to be a blacksmith, and a very heavy iron hammer was split in the middle, becoming two hammers; two women with extremely seductive faces and bare breasts were holding two swords, one of which had its blade cut off - not a single weapon was intact!
Qiu Yizhi knew that even ordinary soldiers in the army would need to practice for several days to get used to a new ordinary sword. Moreover, these chivalrous men in the martial arts world made a living by fighting bravely and bloodthirsty. Losing their weapons was like losing their limbs. No wonder they were so furious.
Qiu Yizhi put himself in the shoes of the "Eight Friends of Heluo" and felt sorry for them. He cupped his hands and said, "Please calm down and listen to my explanation..."
Before he finished speaking, the Bronze-eyed Arhat shouted, "Come with me first, and I'll explain it slowly!" After that, he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to grab Qiu Yizi.
Zhao Chengxiao, the guard at the side, reacted very quickly. He had already dropped half of the Zen stick in his hand and firmly resisted the right hand that the bronze-eyed arhat stretched forward. For a while, the two were evenly matched and could not move. But some discerning people had already noticed that Zhao Chengxiao was at a disadvantage with both hands resisting the opponent's one hand.
At the moment of stalemate, the woman holding two swords among the Eight Friends of Heluo shouted, "Brother, you are too honest. Is the half-crescent shovel in your left hand kept for appearance?"
The bronze-eyed arhat was used to using long weapons, and had no idea how to use a single-handed weapon. After the woman's reminder, he came to his senses, and without saying anything, he picked up the crescent shovel and smashed it on the back of Zhao Chengxiao's head.
Seeing that Zhao Chengxiao was about to be beheaded, the half of the Zen stick in the left hand of the bronze-eyed arhat collided with something, making a very crisp metallic sound. The monk's knuckles were hurt by the shock, and he could not hold on. As soon as he loosened his grip on the weapon, he fell backwards, almost hitting his own feet.
After this change, the bronze-eyed arhat had already dropped Zhao Chengxiao, and quickly changed his right hand to catch the weapon. He quickly stepped back a few steps and shouted, "It's not the behavior of a hero to shoot an arrow from behind. Why don't you show yourself to me quickly?"
"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh came from the air, "Bronze-eyed Arhat, why don't you change your name to 'Blind Arhat' from now on? I've been watching here for half a day." Before the words fell, a figure jumped out from the second floor and landed lightly between Qiu Yizi and the Bronze-eyed Arhat.
The second floor of the restaurant is at least two meters above the ground. If an ordinary person falls from such a height, his bones will be broken. However, this person is extremely light, and his feet stand motionless on the ground without even a trace of dust. It is obvious that he is also an expert in the martial arts world.
Qiu Yizi was a very smart man. After a little thought, he knew that it was this person who stole his precious sword last night, or perhaps rode his Ferghana horse, and was looking for the Eight Friends of Heluo to bring bad luck. He looked at the back of the man, who was about the same height, weight and body as himself, and was also wearing a short and tight outfit, but he was wearing a sky-blue outfit while the other was wearing a white one. It was no wonder that under the dark and windy night, this group of Jianghu heroes would confuse him with him.
Qiu Yizi was puzzled. He seemed to have never met this person before, so why did he bring this disaster to himself? Just as he was about to ask, he heard the man loudly said to the Eight Friends of Heluo: "These weapons in your hands are just a test of the blades of the juniors on a whim yesterday. This matter has nothing to do with the merchants in Qinggui Tower. You can all disperse now!"
"Haha! It's so easy for you to talk like that, do you think we, the Eight Friends of Heluo, are vegetarians? I must take your life today!" The Bronze-Eyed Arhat shouted loudly.
"Hmph! That depends on whether you have the ability!" As soon as the white-clothed knight finished speaking, he rushed forward and used some unknown means to easily grab the half of the Zen staff from the bronze-eyed arhat, and then retreated back to where he was. This move was very sudden and the speed was very fast. The bronze-eyed arhat had no time to react and was caught by him. He stood there with his hands trembling constantly, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
The white-clothed guest acted as if the incident had nothing to do with him, and said lightly: "You are also famous figures in the world. You, the bronze-eyed arhat, are the chief monk of the Arhat Hall of the White Horse Temple; Taoist Master Liaochen is the abbot of the Nanzhuang Temple in Baiyun Mountain; the golden pen scholar is a scholar with a reputation in the court; the shopkeeper Huang of the golden abacus has opened many inns in Guannei Road; Fulang Niuqiu is just a fisherman, but which fisherman in the Yellow River dares not obey your orders; the iron-armed craftsman has superb skills, and the swords he made by hand can be sold for hundreds of taels of silver; as for Miss Jinhua and Miss Yinhua, although they do a low-class business, they are not short of money. You are all heroes, and these ordinary ruffians think you are superior to others. Why did you suddenly come to Anhe Town in the past month or two to do some low-level extortion and blackmail?"
The eight people's faces turned red and white after being told by the white-clothed guest, and they were obviously angry because their true identity was exposed. The hero holding the steel fork, nicknamed Fulang Loach, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "What do you care? Don't dare to make decisions on the territory of the Eight Friends of Heluo just because you are so good at martial arts. If the eight of us fight together, we will cut you into pieces!"
"Hahaha!" The man in white laughed up to the sky, "What are the Eight Friends of Heluo? They are nothing more than the Eight Thieves of Heluo. You are no match for them if you fight them alone, so you have to attack them in groups. How can you gain a foothold in the martial arts world in the future?"
The shopkeeper Jin of the Golden Abacus said coldly: "You have broken all our weapons and tricks. We have already lost face today, so why should we care about losing face again? My brothers, today's incident was only witnessed by a few people present here. We will kill them all, and this incident will never happen again in the world!" After saying that, he slowly moved forward holding the abacus.
The other seven people looked at each other, then slowly moved towards the man in white. (To be continued)