"Be a fool, be a fool!"
The storyteller tapped on the castanets, spitting.
"Speaking of which, the devil came down the mountain and went straight to the south of the Yangtze River. All the heroes and heroes along the way heard the news and went to intercept him, but they couldn't hold him! Not only that, even You Xiaoyi and Xiao of Ba Dao Hall. The head of the family joined hands, and he was able to escape, but he lost his wife and lost his army, and lost a lot of face."
Inside the inn, there were people in twos and threes, some listening with a little interest, and some not caring about pouring their own drinks. But this couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the storyteller, just listen to him smearing oil on his mouth, and vividly describe what happened in the past month, and at the end, add a comment.
"Speaking of this Qin Shan, he has been in hiding for three years, but as soon as he gets out of the rivers and lakes, the world is turned into chaos."
Hearing the storyteller say this, some people were dissatisfied: "In this world, how could Qin Shan have the ability to mix things up alone? It was obviously because the court was incompetent that he let the Xiqiang people enter the customs, and there were so many ups and downs."
"This hero is right." The storyteller said with a flattering smile, but he turned his head and said, "But you only know one, but you don't know the other. The Xiqiang people have lived outside the customs for many years, although the wolf's ambition has not changed. , but they never decided to enter the border. Why did they break the border not long after Qin Shan was born?"
"Besides, the relationship between Yan Mobei and Qin Shan back then was stubborn and ambiguous. After the Wuminggu accident, one of the two made troubles in the rivers and lakes, and the other became a hawk dog under the throne of the Xiqiang. It has nothing to do, but everyone here will believe it?"
The inn was suddenly silent, as if everyone was thinking about the storyteller's words, only the wind and dust by the roadside with the cold chill not blowing on the curtains and making noises.
"So that seems to be the case."
Someone said: "I heard that Yan Mobei entered the customs this time and snatched an important treasure from Young Master Xiao. After Yan Mobei disappeared, it seems that the treasure fell into Qin Shan's hands?"
"Could it be that the Xiqiang people are also looking for this treasure?"
"Thinking about it this way, if there is a real lure, maybe Qin Shan, like Yan Mobei, has already become a lackey of the Xiqiang people, haha, anyway, he's used to being a lackey, and now changing the owner doesn't mean anything to him. different!"
Everyone snickered into their ears, full of unsightly words.
"They deceive people too much!" Qing Tian had to pat the table to stand up, but was held down by someone.
"Owner!"
Qin Shan said lightly, "Sit down."
"But-"
"Brother Shan asks you to sit, just sit down. Disobedient servants are not pleasing to people." Yan Xiaobei sat in a daze and turned to look at Qin Shan, "Brother Shan, I want to eat beggar chicken."
"Qingtian, go and ask the boss." Qin Shan said.
Qing Tian couldn't help watching the two of them sing together.
"What kind of chicken are you eating! Those people arrange their masters like this, do you still have the heart to eat chicken?" He stared at Yan Xiaobei, thinking that this is really a white-eyed wolf. Usually, my brother and brother are screaming nicely, but at this time they are not seen. He came out to defend Qin Shan.
Yan Xiaobei didn't take it seriously, smiled at him flatly, "I like to eat as much as I like. Are you still going?"
"You, hum!"
Qingtian rolled his sleeves and went to the back kitchen to ask the boss. On this table, only Qin Shan and Yan Mobei were left. The voice of the storyteller over there still came clearly, Qin Shan's color did not change, and Yan Xiaobei played with the chopsticks in his hand, as if focused.
Their line was light and simple, and they only took Qingtian, all the way to the southwest, while Liu Han, Wu Nu, and Xiao Yingran set out from the other way. The two groups of people have been out of sight for more than half a month. Along the way, in addition to avoiding Xiao Yi's men and horses, he had to block other open guns and dark arrows. Taking a break at the inn, I heard that the book man arranged a sentence or two, which is really not a big deal.
Qin Shan didn't take it to heart.
It wasn't a major event, but it happened that it caused a major event in the next moment.
After the storyteller finished joking about Qin Shan, he was ridiculing the people of the Western Qiang. This is a good time, and a big basket has been stabbed. With a bang, the crowd still did not respond, saying that the bookstore had been overturned, and the storyteller had also been knocked to the ground.
"Unreasonable people from the Central Plains, dare to talk about the king, damn it!" A rude voice came through the wind with a tone of contempt, followed by a few bearded men in fancy clothes.
"Who?! In broad daylight, how dare you—" The Jianghu man who stood up to speak was cut into two pieces before he could finish speaking.
There was a commotion at the inn, and a few businessmen on the street were trying to escape, but they were quickly escorted back.
I saw dozens of men in foreign costumes, who had surrounded the station at some point, with big swords hanging from their waists, and the cold light was piercing.
"It's from the West Qiang!"
"No, the Xiqiang people are here, run!"
There were exclamations and cries all over the place, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the heroes of the green forest, at this time, how can you take care of your face, and escape from life is the right way.
Seeing this, the Xiqiang man sneered.
"Archer!"
I saw a few soldiers with sabres at the top of the row took a step back, and a row of archers stood in the front row.
"shoot!"
The arrows were sent out in unison, instantly turning many people into hedgehogs. The inn where there was a lot of laughter just now, blood flowed into rivers overnight, and the stench was pungent. And this scene of hell on earth has inspired the killing intent of the Xiqiang people.
"Continue for me-"
Hearing this diabolical cold, the only remaining people who survived closed their eyes in despair.
"what!"
However, in the next moment, what they heard was not the death-defying wind, but the surprised shouts of the Xiqiang people.
The longbow was on the side, the arrow was ready, but its wings were smashed.
The leader of the Xiqiang soldiers looked at the cut bowstring and shouted angrily, "Who did it! Come out!"
"who?"
Someone laughed: "It's your grandfather, grandson."
Hearing the words, the Xiqiang man was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and saw a white shadow drifting past his eyes. Immediately, his neck felt smooth. When he reached out and touched it, he saw that the armor on his body had been slashed in two by a sword.
He didn't wait for him to analyze what it was, but he heard the screams of the soldiers behind him. Looking back, he saw that the soldiers of the Xiqiang who were standing majestically behind him just now were all overturned and lying on the ground. Life and death do not know.
At the end of the line, a man in black came slowly towards him with a sword in his hand. The long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but it had a penetrating sword energy. As he approached Pang Ran's Sword Intent step by step, he gradually pressed him to the point where he couldn't breathe.
The Xiqiang soldier was panting rapidly in his hands, feeling that he could only see those bright black eyes and could see nothing else.
In the eyes of the people in the station who were fortunate enough to save their lives, these two figures, one black and one white, instantly restrained the head of the soldier, and the other swept into the enemy's line as if they were no one. people can see. And the man in black walking towards them at this time is like a sword unsheathed, revealing a chill that is piercing to the bone. Others are more like the cold plum blossoming in the early spring, clear and clear.
"You, who are you—?" Knowing that the dead end was approaching, the Xiqiang people couldn't help but say bravely: "You know that I am under the command of the right general of Xiqiang, if you touch me, you will definitely—"
Before he could finish his final words, a sword was pierced through his heart, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Yan Xiaobei retracted the sword and said to Qin Shan with a smile: "I know that Brother Shan is impatient to talk nonsense with such people, and he can't let these people get your hands dirty, so I'll make my own decisions, don't you get angry."
"Not angry." Qin Shan put away his sword and touched his head, "It's not a pity for this person to die, you did a good job."
"Master, beggar chicken well done - God, why are there so many dead people!"
The surviving person heard the sound and looked in surprise, only to see a young man dressed as a servant walking out of the back kitchen, holding a beggar chicken in his hand.
"Could it be the killer sent by Xiao Yi that dog thief?"
"No, it doesn't make a difference. Let's go, it's not advisable to stay here."
Qin Shan waved at him, took the beggar chicken and handed it to Yan Xiaobei, "Eat on the way, go."
After all, the three of them turned around and left the inn without any delay.
From the beginning to the end, the Western Qiang people appeared, slaughtered innocent people, and it took less than a cup of tea until they killed the bandits and saved people. It wasn't until the sandstorm resurfaced and the dust covered the blood that someone woke up in a daze and asked, "Who is this, who is this?"
He didn't name him, but everyone knew what he was asking.
"Who else could it be?"
The storyteller, whose shop was overthrown but escaped by luck, patted his sleeve and stood up.
"In the world, who else has such audacity? If you say this, you will kill without any hesitation."
His eyes were complicated, and he didn't know whether it was surprise or joy, anger or sadness.
"He is Qin Shan."
Besides, after Qin Shan left the inn, he became worried.
"The Western Qiang people actually appeared in such a hinterland." He frowned, "It seems that the border gate has been stabbed into a sieve by them."
"It's more than a sieve, I think it's already equivalent to nothing." Yan Xiaobei said, unaware that there is still a credit for him.
"Master, can we still have time?" Qingtian asked. "If we continue like this, I'm afraid that before we can find the hiding place of the secret treasure, we will be one step ahead of the Xiqiang people."
"Who said we were going to find treasure?" Qin Shan stopped.
"Ah?" Qingtian was stunned.
Instead of looking for treasures, after Xiao Yingran solved the mystery of the secret book, they hurried along the way, what was it for
"There will naturally be people looking for the treasure." Qin Shan said leisurely: "Let's go and kill the King of Xiqiang."