After Xu Fengnian paid the deposit, he was escorted by the slender woman, and finally reached the second floor without any danger. The female owner of the inn, who gave people an unusually stable look, personally brought a basin of well water and put it on the shelf. Leaving with a smile, Xu Fengnian washed his face. Since his face dared to claim to be rooted, ordinary grooming was not a hindrance. A basin of well water was already turbid. Feeling refreshed, Xu Fengnian opened the window and turned his head to the table. The wine bowl and tea set turned out to be an expensive Jiangnan craftsmanship, yellow, purple and green, and very beautiful in color. No wonder the inn dared to ask for a deposit of fifty taels. This duck-headed green inn is full of business. It should not be a black shop that uses human flesh to make steamed buns. Seeing the female boss's bragging and joking with the gangsters when they went upstairs, there are obviously many repeat customers. This relieves Xu Fengnian and does not feel aversion to beating Shasha, but if you have never covered your face, it is really boring to fight to the death just for money. After all the wandering in the rivers and lakes, who wants to drown in the rivers and lakes.
Six dining tables were set up in the yard, and more than 20 people sat there. Most of them were bare-breasted, with hairy chests. When drinking and eating meat, their chest muscles, which were more magnificent than women’s breasts, trembled and trembled. Fortunately, all the heroes could maintain an amazing appetite. , the crude and poorly made swords and axes are left on the table at will, there are few good ones, there is a shortage of copper and iron in Beimang, and Beiliang is strictly controlled, and they must be meticulously registered when they bring a hoe across the border. After experience, most of the weapons are of the highest grade at hand, but the horses may be much worse than those in Beimang. After all, the horse farms and pastures in Beimang are of much higher quality, and it is not easy to raise mature horses to form an army. It is not difficult for a well-to-do and arrogant person to spend a lot of money to get one or two horses for decoration. Xu Fengnian didn't care much about the reckless man who was swearing and talking dirty in the yard, but the diners at the tables in the lobby on the first floor of the inn were relatively taciturn. The soldiers who are no strangers are brave and brave, and the stars are hugging a white-haired old man with a dazzling red mole between his eyebrows, and his demeanor is calm.
A chic and unrestrained swordsman in white, monopolizing a table, drinking wine leisurely, with a white sheath wrapped in silver, and a golden tassel on his sword, very refreshing and eye-catching. The elders in Jianghu earnestly nagged that they should not reveal their innocence, but this swordsman did the opposite, so he must have something to rely on.
At the other table sat a pair of elegant young women and girls in silk and satin. In the duck-head green inn where fish and dragons are mixed together, they are especially unstained from the mud. The childish lips are red and the teeth are white, and they are very similar to her mother. When Xu Fengnian went upstairs, Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the innocent child standing on the bench, wanting to eat this and that with his mother. The young woman with the oval face was full of thoughts, her face was bleak, and she forced a smile to cope with the child's acting like a spoiled child.
Xu Fengnian didn't intend to go out to find food, so he exhaled foul breath, stretched out his hands to cover his ears, placed his fingers behind his head, overlapped his index finger with his middle finger, slid down and flicked the back of his head twenty-four times, and knocked on the dumb door of Fengchi in Fengfu several times, It is the double-crying drums and sinking water in the Big Yellow Court, and the sword energy in the body is surging and rolling the dragon wall.
After burning a stick of incense, I heard the movement of the door opening and closing from the next door. According to the severity of the steps, it was undoubtedly the mother and daughter. Xu Fengnian stopped breathing, took off his outer shirt, and sat cross-legged on the bed to read the sword manual. The sixth page is the domineering sword Qi Kaishu style, and the seventh page is the swimming fish style with a long stream of water. According to a few words Roughly explained, Wang Xianzhi probably came to enlightenment when he crossed a stream to catch fish when he was young, combined with the essence of a master of swordsmanship who broke his sword in Wudi City and returned to his swordsmanship. Exhaustion, it's a pity that this style hides needles in the cotton, is soft and vicious, Xu Fengnian couldn't grasp the veins for a while, sighed, lay back on his back, closed his eyes and concentrated, the big yellow court is the supreme mind of Taoism, Xu Fengnian has been forced to be pure-minded in the past two years, It is euphemistically called "Sealing the Golden Chamber", which makes people crazy, and Li Hanlin will laugh at him to death if he talks about it.
Xu Fengnian flicked Chunlei's scabbard lightly with his fingers, and heard the light knocking sound of the neighbor next door, as well as the unique immature voice of a child, singing a little song of Beimang, which was faint and charming, with a unique charm: green grass Born next year, wild geese go and come back. The spring breeze blows this year, will the young master return? The bluestone slabs are green and the grass is green. On the bluestone bridge, the man in Tsing Yi is humming the Jinling tune, and someone's daughter bows her head and smiles...
Xu Fengnian felt comfortable listening, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he pricked up his ears to listen to the song. But the good times didn't last long. There was a violent sound of horseshoes, and even the inn was shaken. The ding-dong sound stopped, and the singing stopped. Xu Fengnian sat up, walked to the window, and saw nearly a hundred armored cavalry swarming in the dust. , leading a young man in white robe riding a black horse tamed by the king of wild horses, smashing the gate of the inn directly. Stopping outside the inn, the crowds are everywhere, and the cavalry and horses are integrated into one body. This kind of tacit silence and solemnity is far more suffocating than shouting and provoking. Xu Fengnian glanced at the grandson of the general who was sitting on the Wuzhu, holding an iron spear and a Xianbei head with a jade buckle, but he was inferior to the woman with a forehead.
Xu Fengnian directly closed the window, and came to a blind eye. Since there were no nursery rhymes to listen to, and he didn't want to compete with the sword score that came from fishing for fish, Xu Fengnian flew out a flying sword peach blossom from his sleeve, suspended in the air, and held his breath in meditation. Lian, driving this pocket dagger to fly around the house, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, is like an urchin flying a kite.
If it was in the Liyang Dynasty where martial arts heroes were passed down at every turn, ordinary warriors would have been crushed by the cavalry. They never thought that in the Longyaozhou of Beimang, the men at the tables in the yard knew that there were hundreds of elite Qingqi riding around. Outside, after seeing this majestic official family son, instead of avoiding his edge, after a strong man stood up with a knife, he immediately seemed to set up a rebellion. , the one with the axe, the one with the axe, a face-to-face meeting, before even a few words of polite greetings, more than 20 people killed the past, six or seven riders were in danger, except for the rich master who was guarding the angry horse in fresh clothes, The rest of the horses retreated, and the knights bent their bows and shot arrows together. The first wave of flying feathers was accurately nailed into the foreheads of several people, and the tails of the arrows still trembled slightly. The two riders pulled up the reins, and the horses suddenly raised their hooves high and stomped down heavily, crushing the chests of two men who were close to them, but a knight was stabbed in the armpit by a Jianghu man who caught the gap and bullied him. Then, he chopped off his head with an ax that was out of his hand, and the flying ax continued to fly towards the aristocratic son on the black horse, who was easily pushed away by the contemptuous latter with his two fingers. The front leg was broken, but fortunately he was wearing armor, he resisted a few swords and added to his body, so he didn't become a hedgehog, but he still couldn't escape death. When the horse fell to the ground, his head was cut off by a sword. This bloody battle, in the eyes of outsiders Naturally, it appeared inexplicably, but the real bloody scene is yet to come.
In the courtyard, the iron spears of the aristocratic sons sitting on the back of black horses are as motionless as mountains. Every time they are pulled out, they will bring out a fountain of blood that pierces the enemy's body. Go, after killing five or six people with the second shot of the cavalry behind him, he pulled out the Beimang knife with no expression on his face, and rode his horse forward to strangle with those grassy rivers and lakes. Immediately after that, dozens of people rushed out from the second and third floors of the inn. Dozens of hooks and claws appeared on the courtyard wall made of yellow mud, and when the war horse turned around and pulled it, the three walls collapsed instantly, and there was no such thing as a courtyard. The young master seemed to have had enough of killing people, and he exited the yard with his mount in a leisurely and contented manner. Several gangsters who were eager to kill didn't care about sticking feather arrows in their bodies, and ran out of the yard roaring, before plundering the gate. He was shot to death by the rain of arrows, and a man rolled forward cleverly, raising his hand to cut down the black iron hoof, but was stabbed in the back of the neck with a spear by the white-robed young man, and he stabbed hard, He was pressed to death on the mud floor, the official boy with a white and elegant face grinned and twisted the iron spear, turning the corpse over, the iron spear still did not let go of the corpse, disturbing the man's face Rotten, more ruthless.
Xu Fengnian heard footsteps, put away the sword peach blossoms, got up and heard a knock on the door, it was the owner of the shop, this strong woman came into the house with a plate with a roast leg of lamb, and some snacks for broken mouth , She smiled apologetically and said: "I'm bothering you, sir. It's true that other rooms are occupied by guests who want to kill people, and most of them are old acquaintances who have had money dealings. As a proprietress, I am ashamed to find a place to watch a play. Why don't you just lick your face and look for your son, this leg of lamb should be given to you, let me stand at the window, how about it?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said with a smile: "The kindness of the proprietress is appreciated, you are standing here, you put a talisman for me to stay out of the storm, this roast leg of lamb can't be eaten for free, I will give you as much money as you want, so To live in peace of mind.”
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the strong woman, as if she didn't expect that the stranger would see through her impromptu act of kindness. After putting down the plate, she picked up the food and walked to the window, eating melon seeds and explaining calmly: " You don't know, Yatoulu Inn has been in business for more than 20 years, countless people come and go, there will always be some fights, but Yatolu never cares, the visitor is a guest, as long as you give enough money, you can stay. What comes down is, what to eat, drink, whoring, as for being approached by enemies, or fighting privately in the inn, whether you can leave alive is up to fate, Yatoulu has coffins all year round, when the time comes, go in and lie down, everyone You can wait for your relatives to collect the corpse. If you don’t have any relatives, Yatoulu will help to bury it. You are not afraid of being a lonely ghost. Well, a few years ago, there were more troubles. The inn didn’t look like this courtyard house. It was completely destroyed that time. My man happened to be a bit of a book businessman, so he made it into what it is today. Don’t worry, my lord. , Our Beimang's grievances and grievances all pay attention to a misfortune rather than a bystander. This is called being poor or arrogant, and it is an old rule in Taoism. Only those devils dare not care."
Xu Fengnian tore off a piece of oily but not greasy mutton, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and asked curiously: "It's all like this, a hundred cavalrymen are still paying attention to fifty or sixty people in the rivers and lakes?"
The proprietress cracked melon seeds very fast, she leaned against the window rail, turned her head and smiled and said: "Be particular, why not be particular, if you are not particular, you will become a devil, everyone in Beimang wants to be a devil, but not everyone can To be the devil. Let’s say that man in my family, yelling all day long that whenever I dare to cheat on my girlfriend, he will become the devil.”
Xu Fengnian was speechless, and didn't even dare to glance at the proprietress's small waist, for fear of being regarded as not particular.
The proprietress seemed to be unable to hide her words, so she poured beans out of the bamboo tube and said, "Wuzhui is the God of Murong Jiang sitting right now. He is a little far away from the serious royal family and relatives, but he is still considered a first-class son in Longyao Prefecture. His cousin in Gusai Prefecture, Murong Zhangtai, has better bloodlines. We ordinary people, we only know that Tao Qianzhi, the city shepherd who stayed in the city, died on the day of Qingming Festival for no reason. Hurried over here, everyone said that it was Murong Zhangtai who coveted General Tao's little lady, who killed him. We can't see through the swords, lights and swords of the people above, so we just watch the excitement. Most of the elders in the inn He has nothing to do with Tao Qianzhi, but he feels that the general Chongshe who kills Beiliang people every day is a bloody man. Hearing that Murong Zhangtai is going to rob people, he feels sorry for the orphans and widows, so for some reason, he gets together with his blood At the same time, I said that I want to give this kid a lot of insight. I think it's all caused by the girl's venting fire. I can raise birds in my crotch. Of course, there must be some that Tao Qianzhi's old subordinates paid for. Yes. Murong Zhangtai’s gang of rich and powerful children are nothing but dozens of Beimang knives and dozens of war horses. If not, they brought a hundred cavalry over today, but it’s hard to say who will win. Trust me, sir. I also thought of the identities of the girls next door, they also had a group of loyal subordinates of Tao Qianzhi in the past, especially the old guy with the red mole on the center of his brow, who is not weaker than Murong Jiangshen who is playing with iron spears."
Xu Fengnian came to the window and saw the blood flowing into rivers outside, he sighed in his heart, is this the rivers and lakes of Beimang? Besides, listening to the tone of the proprietress, she was rather disapproving of Murong Jiangshen who took the lead, but if it was in the Liyang Dynasty, this kind of young master who was able to kill the enemy with Wen Ke on the bed and Wu Ke riding a horse, talking and laughing, was not easy. In the eyes of the people, a hero who has long been regarded as a bright future has become a child of a common aristocratic family in Beimang? Xu Fengnian frowned. Furthermore, in the Liyang Dynasty, vendettas could be so fierce and tragic, but if there is no mortal hatred, it is unimaginable to throw his head and blood purely for the widow of a general with a good reputation. .
Murong Jiangshen outside the building laughed and said: "Who can support ten back and forth under my son's spear, whether you want to be an official, gold or a woman, you can speak up!"
There was a lot of cursing.
"Little brat, your mother said last night that she was too big. Come on, call me daddy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man was shot to death by Feather Arrow.
"Murong Guawazi, stick up your butt, I haven't touched a woman for a long time, look at your delicate skin and tender flesh..."
Before the man finished speaking, the calm-looking Murong Jiangshen threw an iron spear through his head.
Most of the hundred riders died in the battle. Except for those who slipped away when they saw the situation was not good, and those who retreated to the inn building, all the people in the river and lake were dead or injured. He was still alive, and then waved his hand to signal the remaining 20 cavalry to kill the weeds and eradicate the roots. He only brought a dozen or so cavalry into the courtyard again, and said with a smile: "Old thief Sui Song, come out with your personal guards to die!"
Xu Fengnian murmured: "It's not the same."