Wushan City, located on the border of the Ming Dynasty, is only more than 20 miles away from the border pass. Backed by Wushan Mountain and with black water in front, the environment here is not bad compared with the Gobi Desert dozens of miles away. But because it is a border city, it is somewhat unpeaceful.

In the city, there is a mixture of fish and dragons.

There are native-born gangsters, and there are also warriors who go south and north;

There are cautious foreign traveling merchants, and there are also local high-rollers with a spring breeze;

There are chivalrous swordsmen with long swords on their backs, and there are also retired sergeants in regular clothes......

Shen Muzhi came out of the inn and walked through the quiet alley, and before he reached the mouth of the alley, he had already heard the noise pouring in outside. Walking out of the alley and looking at the crowded street, Shen Muzhi looked around, then turned his head and walked in the direction of the city.

Shen Muzhi was wearing a white robe, his black hair was simply tied in a bun with an ordinary hosta, his appearance was mediocre, his figure was thin, and he looked like a powerless scholar.

If this appearance is placed in a city like Jinling, it is definitely inconspicuous.

But in a border city like Osan City, it is conspicuous.

On the streets of Wushan City, the people who come and go are more or less full of Jianghu atmosphere, even if it is just a young child, their words will carry a little bit of the fierce spirit cultivated in the complex environment of the border city.

Especially those sergeants who have changed into regular clothes and come out for recreation, occasionally turning their eyes, the murderous aura that is inadvertently revealed can make people feel cold.

In such an environment, Shen Muzhi walked in the crowd on the street, which seemed a little out of place.

Soon, a lot of eyes fell on him, some curious, some disdainful, and some ill-intentioned.

Shen Muzhi's face was not calm, like a sightseeing guest, walking and watching all the way, passing by a wine shop with a small shop but many customers, he turned around and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, the original bustle inside suddenly stopped, and dozens of pairs of eyes swept over him one after another, and then withdrew their own eyes. The buzzing voice rose again.

Shen Muzhi glanced at the hall and saw that there was still an empty table in the corner, so he walked there. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to sit down, a kick suddenly stretched out from the side, hooking the stool behind him and about to move it far away.

As if he hadn't noticed, Shen Muzhi flicked his sleeves and sat back.

Two big sleeves flicked over, and the breeze swept silently over that foot. A terrible scream rang out immediately, instantly suppressing the voices in the hall.

Many people have seen this scene, but they basically haven't been able to understand it. It is precisely because he didn't understand it that it made Shen Muzhi, a seemingly weak young scholar, even more unfathomable.

Inside the liquor shop, there was an eerie silence all of a sudden.

The stool was still in place, Shen Muzhi sat down with grace, then stretched out his hand to straighten the hem of his clothes, and beckoned to the shopkeeper who was frowning and looking at the counter not far away.

The shopkeeper is an old man with gray hair, but he is in good spirits and has a strong figure, so he should have some martial arts on his body. After the old man was stunned for a moment, he immediately came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked out of the counter and walked over to Shen Muzhi.

Behind Shen Muzhi, a strong man held one of his feet, his face was pale, and he glared at Shen Muzhi's back angrily, but he dared not speak angrily.

The friends at the same table with him also looked uncertain, and they didn't dare to act rashly at all.

"What do you want to drink?" After the old man approached, he glanced at the strong man before he asked Shen Muzhi. The tone is not respectful, but it is polite.

Shen Muzhi looked up at him and said, "The strongest wine, let's have a pot first." ”

After the old man got down, he asked, "Do you want to have a drink?"

Shen Muzhi shook his head and said no.

"Wait a minute, the wine will come soon!" the old man said, and then turned his head to look at the strong man. There was a faint hint of warning in his eyes.

The strong man looked at him, then at Shen Muzhi's back, and finally snorted, let his friend help him, and left the wine shop with a limp.

As soon as he left, the wine shop gradually began to be lively again, but this kind of excitement was a little different from the excitement at the beginning.

The wine that Shen Muzhi asked for soon came.

The old man's liquor is indeed very strong. The wine enters the throat, like a line of fire, and the hot feeling makes people feel comfortable all the way down.

However, compared to clove wine, it is still a lot inferior.

There wasn't much in a pot of wine, and after a few glasses, it was gone.

Shen Muzhi got up and walked to the counter, the people around him seemed to have forgotten his existence, and the excitement was still there.

"Bring me two more jars of wine just now, and I'll take them away. Shen Muzhi, who arrived at the counter, looked at the old man and said lightly.

The old man's slightly inquiring gaze swept over his face, and a hint of surprise passed in his eyes, and then he turned around to take the wine, and said with a smile: "Childe is really a good amount of wine!"

Shen Muzhi didn't answer his words, took out a small silver ingot, put it on the counter, reached out and took the two jars of wine he brought up, turned around and prepared to leave.

The old man glanced at the small silver ingots on the counter, and didn't say enough or enough, just squinted his eyes slightly, and watched Shen Muzhi walk out with two jars of wine.

As soon as his figure disappeared from the door, the store suddenly fell silent. Then, after a few people looked at each other, they got up one after another, and chased after them with knives.

After Shen Muzhi walked out of the wine shop, he didn't walk a few steps before he noticed that someone was following behind.

This surprised him a little.

Originally, he could have done more secretive about what was in the store just now, but he still deliberately broke that person's foot, in order to deter these people, and wanted these people to retreat from the difficulty, and not to come to him for trouble!

However, although these people followed, they were not in a hurry to catch up and stop him immediately, but stayed far behind. Seeing this, Shen Muzhi pretended not to know, carried the two jars of wine, and continued to walk along the street.

Time passed slowly, and Shen Muzhi was like a purely tourist who came to play, wandering aimlessly around the city. Gradually, the people who followed behind began to be a little impatient. Finally, after half an hour had passed, Shen Muzhi, who was about to lose his hand, suddenly turned around and entered a side alley.

The people who followed behind were already impatient, and when they saw this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly chased after them.

The alley was deep and crutched, and as soon as a few people chased to the mouth of the alley, they saw Shen Muzhi's back disappearing around the corner in front of them, and after saying hello, several people hurriedly chased after him.

But when they chased around the corner, they found that the figure in front of them had reached the next corner.

After a few times, they were far away from the main street, surrounded by high walls and alleys, and there was silence. And the figure in front of him has disappeared.

"I've been tricked!" the person chasing at the front finally reacted, slapped his thigh, and shouted in annoyance.

The other two frowned, and their faces were not very good. One of them raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, and said, "Forget it, let's go." With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, when he saw the white-clothed figure standing not far away, there was a hint of panic on his face.

"Why do you want to follow me?" Shen Muzhi's hands were gone, his hands hung casually at his sides, and he stood there, looking at them coldly.

The already shady alley was suddenly a little colder.

When the other two heard the voice, their hearts also jumped, and after they turned around and saw Shen Mu, they immediately became nervous.

"Don't want to say it, or can't you say it?" Shen Muzhi saw that none of the three of them spoke, so he asked again.

When the words fell, the man who turned around at the beginning hurriedly answered: "You injured our brother, this matter can't just be left alone! We don't want to embarrass you, as long as you are willing to take some money out, we won't care about this matter!"

Shen Muzhi looked at them, wondering in his heart whether these words were true or false.

These people are really just trying to get money from him?

If that's the case, it doesn't matter if he gives some money, I'm afraid, the purpose of these people is not so simple.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the person on the other side was also worried, and after the three of them looked at each other, the person who spoke just now shouted: "We don't want much, give a hundred taels, and the matter will be revealed!"

Shen Muzhi glanced at them when he heard this, and then reached out and threw a silver ingot of twenty taels over.

"Just twenty taels, do you want love!" After looking at the other side and reaching out to catch it, Shen Muzhi said coldly.

The three people on the other side looked at him, then at each other, hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Twenty taels is twenty taels!" After speaking, the three immediately turned around and ran.

After watching them disappear into the depths of the alley, Shen Muzhi turned to look at a wall not far behind him. On the wall, a young man in a light blue robe squatted there, saw Shen Muzhi looking at him, and grinned at him. Then he jumped down from the wall, and after reaching out and dusting off the robe on his body, he suddenly raised his head and asked Shen Muzhi, "Which sect is Your Excellency?"

Shen Muzhi looked at this young man, his brows furrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he replied: "There is no door and no faction, one is scattered!"

When the young man heard this, he looked at him with a slight surprise, and then grinned again, revealing two rows of white teeth. This smile looked harmless to people and animals, but the words that came out next were shocking: "If you are loose cultivation, how about Lao Tzu twist his head down and kick you?"

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then replied coldly: "It's okay, you twist it!"

At this moment, the young man opposite was stunned, and his eyes staring at Shen Muzhi suddenly became weird. After a while, he suddenly muttered, "Interesting!" and then, he raised his voice again and asked, "My name is Xu Yi, what is your name?"

Shen Muzhi replied: "Lin Xuan!"

Unexpectedly, when the young man on the other side heard this, he immediately snorted coldly and said, "Fake the name!"

Shen Muzhi was noncommittal.

He stared at him and said, "If your name isn't true, how about you screw your head off and kick me as a ball?"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this!" Shen Muzhi replied lightly.

Hearing this one by one, his eyes lit up, and he said, "The tone is not small, it's quite horizontal!"

Shen Muzhi suddenly lost his patience to continue to play with this person, and after frowning, he said, "Say, stop me, what's the matter!"

Xu Yi shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I see that you look good, and Lao Tzu wants to make friends with you!"

When Shen Muzhi heard this, his gaze at Xu Yi suddenly became weird, and after staring at him for a while, he suddenly asked, "The way you make friends is to twist each other's heads and play?"

Xu Yi was stunned and laughed.

"You're really interesting! You're a friend, I've made a deal!"

"I'm not interested in you!" Shen Muzhi coldly refused, then turned around and left.

When Xu Yi saw it, he immediately put away his laughter and quickly chased after him.

"Don't, seriously, make a friend!" Although Xu Yi was babbling in his words, not light or serious, but in fact, his actions were very measured. For example, at this moment, although he followed, he kept a certain distance from Shen Muzhi.