Standing on the railing on the third floor and looking down, the lobby of the inn is already in chaos.
The tables and chairs were tilted to this side, and the food and drinks fell to the ground in a mess, and several people fought hard among them.
Wen Chan took a look and found that among the two groups fighting, one of them was the man and woman in black robes he had just seen.
The woman had a light figure, and her movements were very fast. She was fighting with a man in a bamboo green robe, but both of them were very rude in their attacks. Several times, the man's claws almost scratched the woman's neck.
"Why did you start fighting in just a short while?" Wen Chan muttered in a low voice.
Zhong Wenjin tutted his head and shook his head, "This man is a man in vain, to be so cruel to a woman."
"That woman may not be a good person, you see." After hearing this, Wen Chan took a step closer to Zhong Wenjin, pointed at the woman's figure, and said, "The woman threw five hidden weapons after only ten moves, which is very sinister."
He spoke in a low voice, and there were many voices intertwined in the lobby. It was impossible to hear what he said without Zhong Wenjin's distance, but the woman who was fighting seemed to hear it, and turned her head to stare at Wen Chan fiercely.
This stare scared the two people upstairs.
"Did she hear that?" Zhong Wenjin asked in surprise.
"I don't know..." Wen Chan was also puzzled, "Why is she staring at us for no reason?"
The two were whispering, but they didn't notice that the woman who was busy fighting suddenly pulled out a hand, grabbed a teacup and threw it straight to the third floor.
Wen Chan only felt a sharp pain coming from his nose, he subconsciously let out a scream and covered his nose, physical tears poured out instantly, and he bent his head in pain.
The teacup fell to the ground, broke into several petals, and spilled the tea all over the floor.
The pain in the nose went straight to the brain, Wen Chan couldn't bear it at all, he felt warm liquid flowing out of the palm of his hand, he took it off and looked at it, the palm was covered with blood, it was eye-catching and terrifying.
Zhong Wenjin turned pale with shock, "Wait, I'll find a doctor for you!" After speaking, he ran to knock on the door in a panic.
Not long after he left, Wen Chan's chin was pinched by a hand that had been warm all the time. The external force lifted his head up and turned, and Liang Yanbei's handsome face came into view.
He seemed to have just woken up, with a sleepy look on his face, the moment he saw the blood, his eyes sank and his face darkened.
Seeing that his complexion was not good, Wen Chan wanted to say a few words, but as soon as he opened his mouth and nose, there was a sharp pain, and he couldn't move at all.
Liang Yanbei took out a cloth handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently covered Wen Chan's nose, "Don't move around, I'll find someone to show you."
As he said that, he turned around and raised his voice slightly, "Shan Ke!"
In response to Liang Yanbei's shout, a door opened, and Shan Ke appeared with disheveled hair and a depressed face, "Why is it so noisy? I just fell asleep!"
"Wake Zhou Lan up and give her the medicines to stop the bleeding and analgesia," he said.
"No need, I've heard movement a long time ago." Situ Zhoulan walked up from the stairs on the second floor. She was fully dressed, obviously she hadn't rested yet.
He glanced at Wen Chan first, then took out a pack of medicinal powder from his sleeve and handed it to Liang Yanbei, "This can stop the bleeding, just pour the medicinal powder into the nose, I'll go down and get some pain relievers now."
Wen Chan really wanted to refuse, but he couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't find another doctor for a while. In order not to make himself suffer, he had no choice but to accept Situ Zhoulan's kindness.
At this time, Zhong Wenjin had already taken Xie Zhaoxue out of the door. When Shuhua heard that Wen Chan was injured, he sprinted over and saw that Wen Chan's palm was covered with blood. He immediately bent his knees and knelt on the ground, "This subordinate is negligent! …”
Before His Highness could say anything, Liang Yanbei interrupted, "Are you afraid that others will not know the identity of Young Master Wen?"
After a pause, the words stuck in his throat.
Liang Yanbei glanced down, paused on Wen Chan's bare feet, and asked unexpectedly, "Where are the shoes? Why don't you wear shoes?"
Wen Chan rolled his eyes, but did not answer.
"What's going on?" Xie Zhaoxue followed, and saw that the cloth he was covering his nose was soaked in blood, his heart skipped a beat, "Why is Young Master Wen injured?"
"He scolded the girl downstairs, and then he was hit with a cup." Zhong Wenjin explained from the side.
Wen Chan glared at him when he heard the words, and then felt that what he said was right, so he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
Liang Yanbei glanced at the few people below who were still fighting fiercely, and handed the medicine powder to the calligraphy and painting, "You apply the medicine to Young Master Wen, and find the shoes for him to wear. I'll go down."
"Hey! Wait—" Shan Ke stepped forward to block his way, "There are people from the Tang Sect down there, ask Xiaolan to give you something to be on guard."
Shan Ke gestured to Situ Zhoulan with his eyes, the girl was very smart, took out a silver ball, opened it, and inside was a small vermilion pill.
Without further ado, Liang Yanbei stuffed the pills into his mouth, and said to Shan Ke, "Stop Master Wen's bleeding first, and then let your guards go down. I'll ask the people below where they come from."
There was a sneer on his handsome face, and his usually casual eyebrows became sharp. When everyone thought he was going to walk up the stairs, he leaned on the wooden railing with one arm and jumped down.
He moved quickly, he tapped his toes on the wooden pillar to slow down, and then went towards the man who was fighting with the woman in the black skirt, stepping on the man's shoulder.
The man felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, turned around and wanted to shake it off, Liang Yanbei flipped over in front of him, clenched his fist with his right hand, and struck hard at the man's nose.
The man let out a scream almost immediately, held his nose and backed away again and again, tripped over a stool that fell on the ground, and fell into several plates of broken meals.
Liang Yanbei didn't stop, he felt the wind in the back of his head, turned his head to avoid the woman's attack and grabbed her wrist, and twisted his backhand, the woman was forced to turn around, her arm was pinned behind her back, only to hear "click!" "With a crisp sound, she immediately screamed in pain, and the scream was piercing.
Hearing the woman's cry, the other two men in black robes also stopped fighting and came towards Liang Yanbei, shouting, "Junior Sister!"
Shan Ke's bodyguards also swarmed up at this time, protecting Liang Yanbei in the middle, and the two men in black robes wanted to force their way in, but the bodyguards drew out their long swords one after another and forced them to stop.
One of them was slightly older, he suppressed his breath and said, "Your Excellency has something to say, let go of my junior sister first."
Liang Yanbei let go of the woman's wrist when he heard the words, and said coldly, "Get out of this inn."
The woman without shackles clutched her arms and retreated a few steps behind the man, her face twisted and said, "Brother, spare his life, I will torture him to death!"
"Do you think this is the land of Shu? You can poison whoever you want?!" Shan Ke was filled with anger after hearing what the woman said, and shouted while standing on the third floor.
Ah Fu was administering medicine to Wen Chan, and was taken aback by being caught off guard. With a shake of his hand, the powder was scattered all over Wen Chan's face.
Wen Chan: "..."
Several people below looked up at the same time. Shan Ke snorted and puffed out his chest. He also wanted to imitate Liang Yanbei and jumped off the third floor, but just as he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that his lightness kung fu was not good, and he was forced to Clenched his hand into a fist and put it near his mouth, he coughed, turned and walked up the stairs.
"Do you know that we are from the Tang Sect?" the younger man in black robe asked Liang Yanbei.
The man who was hit in the nose by Liang Yanbei's fist was helped up by his guards, his mouth and chin were covered with blood, and he said with a grim face, "What about the people of the Tang Sect?! Don't say it's you, even your father is here May Island, dare not be so presumptuous!"
Wen Chan was holding his nose, and seeing his yelling loudly, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart, his nose is like that and he still yells, doesn't it hurt
Apparently in the same encounter, the man was much tougher than Wen Chan, pointing at Liang Yanbei and said aggressively, "Who are you? Do you dare to report your name?"
"What are you referring to him for? He is just my subordinate, you should come and ask me." Shan Ke strode down the stairs and joined the confrontation of several people.
People on both sides wanted to ask Liang Yanbei's name so that it would be convenient for them to seek revenge next time. At this time, Shan Ke jumped out by himself, and they couldn't ask for it.
The people from the Tang Sect spoke more politely, "May I ask what sect you belong to?"
"I'm making a list of surnames, named Ke." He accentuated the word very heavily, fearing that others would not know, and added, "The list from Baixiaomen."
When Baixiaomen was mentioned, the faces of Tangmen and others changed.
Everyone knows that Baixiaomen has never participated in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, but this does not mean that Baixiaomen is easy to bully. Even the domineering Tangmen still needs to be courteous to Baixiao.
"If you want to take revenge, Jinling Baixiaomen is waiting for you at any time, but it is late at night, please don't disturb my rest with friends who came from afar." Shan Ke stretched out his hand, facing the door of the inn, "Everyone, please Bar."
The older man from the Tang Sect bowed his hand to Shan Ke, and left with the reluctant woman and boy.
Before the girl left, she gouged out Liang Yanbei's eyes.
But the person whose nose was bloodied by Liang Yanbei's punch was not as afraid of Shan Ke as Tang Men was. He gritted his teeth angrily, looked at Liang Yanbei and others before leading them away angrily.
After the people left, the mess of the inn suddenly appeared, and the shopkeeper who was hiding behind the cabinet rushed out crying, "This group of utterly devoid of conscience, smashed everything up—"
A few people who shrank to the side to watch the excitement also came out at this time, and they all persuaded, "You can be satisfied with the shopkeeper, the people from the Tang Sect use poison or hidden weapons, you should be lucky that they didn't use poison, otherwise You won't be able to live in this inn in the future."
"I've provoked someone!" The shopkeeper cried bitterly on his back.
At this time, Wen Chan's nose had stopped bleeding, and he also took the painkillers given by Situ Zhoulan, so he felt much better, and took Ah Fu and others downstairs.
Seeing him coming down, Liang Yanbei spared a few people to come to him and asked in a low voice, "Is your nose better? Does it still hurt?"
His tone was obviously very normal, but it made Wen Chan's face heat up, and he replied, "It's all right, it's just a nosebleed, it's fine."
"Your hands are full of blood, is that a little bit?" Liang Yanbei couldn't help but pull up his palm, wanting to prove it, but when he was upstairs, the blood on his palm was wiped clean by Ah Fu. So at this moment Wen Chan's hands are white and clean.
Seeing him stared blankly, Wen Chan thought it was funny, and said softly, "Young Master Liang, don't worry, it's just a minor injury."
Seeing that his nose was bleeding and he was a little happy, Liang Yanbei was very helpless. He wanted to tell him something, but he couldn't say: next time, don't scold others. And so on, so he said, "Next time when there are people around, swear."
In this way, the nose will not be full of blood from being smashed.
Wen Chan repeatedly agreed, and Liang Yanbei stopped talking.
Seeing that the shopkeeper was still crying, Wen Chan gave Ah Fu a wink, Ah Fu understood, and stepped forward to help the shopkeeper up, "Hey! These people are really lawless, especially the man in Tsing Yi, who looks like a local emperor." , is it possible that May Island is his family's land?"
"Isn't that right! Listening to his tone, it seems as if you have to listen to him when you go to May Island." Shan Ke echoed.
"Master Shan, you don't know something." Someone stood up and said.