A few carts of medicinal materials in Shiyang Town were collected, and someone was sent to Fengzhou tomorrow to deliver them, it was getting late, and Yan Qingrui and Wan Yutang were ready to rest in the town for a night.

Because Yan Qingrui was generous when she received the medicine, the price was fair, and the quantity she wanted was huge, they were particularly popular.

They stayed at the best inn in town, the Bluestone Inn, and business was extremely prosperous.

Having dinner in the front hall of the inn, Yan Qingrui and his party had a big table, Qingyue from the north gate, Mo Youran, Nalan Ruochen, Jin Xuanling, Ouyang Doudou, and Chu Xiyang were all in the same spirit, like-minded and uninhibited Jianghu people, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Yan Qingrui is wearing a silver mask, dressed in men's clothes, the mask is exquisite, and it is as smooth as the facial lines, which makes her whole person have a cold temperament.

The mask shows her lips and chin and does not interfere with her diet.

At this moment, she was clinking glasses and drinking with everyone, but the moment the wine glasses touched, she said something quickly. Beimen Qingyue and the others comprehended, although their expressions did not change, and the atmosphere was still warm, but they were not greedy.

After eating, everyone went back to their rooms, and the seven of them covered the entire backyard, which was also spacious.

The night gradually fell, and it slowly quieted down, and the lights of the Tianzi No. 1 room where Yan Qingrui lived had already been extinguished, quietly, and he must have fallen asleep.

At this time, a white light flashed at the crack of the door in the backyard, and the white light moved at the crack of the door, but for a moment, the door suddenly opened silently, and as the door opened, seven black-clothed people quietly came in, walked in the last, and bolted the door again, and at the same time, black shadows appeared on the roof. The shadows didn't fall right away, they were waiting for the action of the seven men in black who had already entered the backyard.

On the roof floor, there were twenty-two or three people.

And Yan Qingrui and his party are only seven people.

The seven had apparently inquired about their quarters, and when they separated, they began to blow smoke into each window. The small bamboo pipe pierced the window paper and reached in, and when he blew his lips, a wisp of smoke stretched out from the bamboo pipe into the room.

After blowing the smoke, the seven people returned to the courtyard and gestured to the people on the roof.

At this moment, I don't know if the smoke has an effect, or if these people are too light, the room is still quiet.

The people on the roof swept down to the ground and landed in the courtyard, and their feet were light and silent, and it was obvious that their martial arts were not weak.

But after these people fell to the ground, they unconsciously stood in a circle, and in the center of the circle, there were only two people.

Although they were also covered in black with black scarves and black clothes, the momentum of these two people was obviously much stronger than the people around them.

The tall and thin man on the left said with a tone of disapproval: "Since you use drugs, why do you need me to do it?"

The man on the right with a cold look said: "Brother Zuo's martial arts are strong, so he is naturally able to catch him." But wouldn't it be better to use drugs to be safe?"

These two people are Zuo Chongliang, one of the four masters under Huang Fuyue, and Bao Xu, who invited himself to come.

The last time the silver-faced Langjun ran away from under Bao Xu's hands, at that time, there were also several first-class masters who besieged one person together with him, and let the injured silver-faced Langjun escape, Bao Xu felt that this was a great shame, this time, there must be no mistake, otherwise, what face does he have to meet the master?

So despite Zuo Chongliang's opposition, he insisted on using drugs.

There were only seven people on the other side, and there were thirty-two of them, which was also cautious enough.