As the saying goes, "out of sight is pure, ears are not clear, and the heart is not annoying", Lin Xiaoyang is now forcing himself to sleep like this, just preparing to play these three sayings to the extreme, otherwise, Lin Xiaoyang may really rush back to the lobby on the first floor of the inn to stop the fight between the Netherworld Palace and the Feiyu faction without control.

As for Lin Zhiwu, seeing that Lin Xiaoyang's face was not good as soon as he came back, and he looked sulking, Lin Zhiwu was a little puzzled at first, but because of the door that was pushed open, the sound of fighting on the first floor of the inn became a little clearer, and with Lin Xiaoyang's poor face, Lin Zhiwu could also roughly understand what was happening on the first floor of the inn.

However, Lin Zhiwu is not a nosy person, Lin Zhiwu knows very well that this is a dispute between the rivers and lakes, if he or Lin Xiaoyang intervenes, it is very likely that not only will not play a role in stopping it, but will provoke himself into a commotion.

has followed Zhu Zimo for so many years, seen a lot of the world, experienced a lot of the world's hot and cold, and now this kind of thankless work, Lin Zhiwu will never do it.

Lin Zhiwu felt that now, the most rational and correct way was for him and Lin Xiaoyang to stay in the guest room honestly, quietly waiting for the fight downstairs to end by themselves.

Thinking like this, Lin Zhiwu got up and walked to the door of the guest room, closed the door gently, and bolted it by the way.

Returning to the tea table and sitting down, Lin Zhiwu picked up the teapot on the tea table and an empty teacup and poured himself a cup of tea, just drinking herbal tea while quietly waiting for the fight downstairs to end.

Half an hour later.

Daliang country Jiangnan. Yang New Town, Fuxin Province. Fenghua Inn. Ground floor hall.

At this time, the hall on the first floor of the Fenghua Inn was a mess and unrecognizable. The tables, chairs and benches that were originally neatly placed have now become piles of rotten wood on the ground, and the prototype geometry cannot be seen at all.

In this mess, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, including palace people from the Netherworld Palace and disciples of the Feiyu Sect, all covered in blood and dying miserably. And the rest of the two factions are still fighting on this mess.

Seeing that the senior brothers on his side have gone from more than twenty people at the beginning to less than ten people now, although the Netherworld Palace can be regarded as a heavy casualty, with more than ten casualties. But according to the current situation, if they continue to fight, even if their Feiyu Sect can kill the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Palace and severely damage the Netherworld. The Feihua faction is also definitely a heavy loss.

The more than 20 senior brothers he brought out this time are all elite children of his generation, if he let these elite brothers of the same family all fold in this inn, how can he explain to his uncles?!

While fighting with a palace member of the Netherworld Palace, Murong Rang (the elder brother of the Feihua Sect who looked like a scholar) glanced at the corner of his eyes who was sitting in the corner of the inn hall and drinking tea quietly. A woman in a red-clothed Miao Jiang costume with an indifferent appearance - what's more, from the beginning of the fight to the present, the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Palace has not made a move!

After hesitating again and again, after blocking the poisonous needle shot at him by a palace member of the Netherworld Palace, Murong Rang finally shouted at the top of his voice: "Senior disciples, leave Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, let's withdraw!" With that, Murong Rang immediately withdrew from the fighting circle and rushed away towards the gate of the Fenghua Inn.

Seeing that their senior brothers had all run away, the remaining disciples of the Feihua Sect naturally retreated from the Fenghua Inn one after another, chasing their senior brother Murong Rang and running away.

I saw that the disciples of the Feiji Sect had run away. When the palace people of the Netherworld Palace were about to chase them out, they heard a sweet female voice saying, "Poor Kou Mo chase!

Since the holy maidens all sent a message to tell them not to chase after them, even if those people in the Netherworld Palace were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to chase anymore, and they all took the scimitars in their hands and retreated to the inn hall.

Putting down the teacup that had bottomed out in his hand, raising his eyes, looking at the more than ten Netherworld Palace palace people who were standing with more or less blood stains on their bodies, supporting each other, Han Xing asked in a faint voice: "Peony, how many casualties are there on our side?"

I saw a Netherworld Palace man with a lot of blood stains on his veil and dress, and after looking around, he walked five steps away from the cold star. He lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Hui Holy Maiden, a total of eight people died, including the palace master's close attendant Peony. Two were seriously injured and two were slightly injured. Ten people remained uninjured. ”

"Hmm!" replied lightly, Han Xing continued to say in a light voice: "Peony, you take people to find a place where the dying palace people are alive and buried, live, stay in the dark place of the Netherworld Palace, and die." They should always return a pure land and a clear land. But you have to remember, after the burial, just put a few stones on each person's grave, don't set up a monument, and let those martial arts people see it in the future, and then dig up the grave. Those sanctimonious hypocrites can do anything. ”

"Yes! Peony respectfully clenched his fists to receive the order, and then asked after a change of voice: "Holy Maiden, the useless things of the Feiji Sect have already run away, but I am afraid that they will not come back here, and those dead disciples of the Feiji Sect ......"

"Since everyone is dead, let's bury them together! Even if our Netherworld Palace is a cult, we can't get along with the dead. But remember to bury them farther away, don't get too close to the palace people, and they will continue to fight when they get underground. Han Xing's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

"Holy Maiden is merciful! Peony obeys!" Peony still respectfully clenched his fists to receive the order, and then went to carry the corpse with the people of the Netherworld Palace, who could move freely.

The other side.

Murong Rang took his remaining junior disciples and ran all the way to a place far, far away from the Fenghua Inn, and they all dared to stop when they were about to run out of breath.

At this time, the disciples of the Feizhen Sect were all standing at the mouth of an alley with few pedestrians, Xing Tianfang (the rugged-looking thirteenth junior disciple of the Feizhen Sect) looked in the direction he came from, and saw that the palace people of the Netherworld Palace did not catch up, so he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Murong: "Senior brother, those group of demon girls did not catch up!"

When Murong Rang heard this, he slammed his fist the wall beside him, and the heavy muffled sound frightened all the juniors and disciples beside him.

But seeing Murong Rang staring at the ground in front of him, he said viciously, gritting his teeth: "This revenge is not a gentleman!

Seeing that Murong Rang didn't pay attention to himself, Xing Tianfang said again: "Senior brother, what can we do now! Master told us to go to Jiangnan first, don't make trouble on the way, and when we get to Jiangnan and meet Master in a few days, how can we explain today's incident to Master and my uncles! With so many senior brothers killed this time, Master will definitely be angry!"

Hearing this, Murong Rang raised his head and glared at Xing Tianfang, and reprimanded: "What are you afraid of, senior brother, I have remembered, today is the group of demon girls in the Netherworld Palace who made the first move, we just fought back to protect ourselves, if the master and the uncles ask about today's incident, all the blame will be put on the heads of the group of demon girls in the Netherworld Palace!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!" the disciples of the Feiyu Sect agreed in unison.

"But what about the corpses of those senior brothers?" Xing Tianfang asked, and said as if talking to himself: "I don't know when those demon girls will leave that inn......

Putting away the hand hammered on the wall and standing up straight, Murong Rang sneered and said, "Where are those senior brothers still have corpses, didn't they all let the group of demon girls in the Netherworld Palace scatter their corpses, and the corpses and bones are gone?"

"But......" Hearing this, Xing Tianfang was about to say something, but he was stopped by a Feiyu Sect disciple standing beside him.

The Feihua Sect disciple whispered to Xing Tianfang's ear: "Don't contradict Senior Brother, you won't be wrong to listen to Senior Brother!"

After being silent for a long time, Xing Tianfang finally replied: "Yes, senior brother, senior brother understands, those senior brothers have been scattered by the demon girls of the Netherworld, and there are no bones left." ”

If the last two words of Murong Rang and Xing Tianfang were heard by Han Xing, I wonder if Han Xing would be kind enough to help the Fei Ji Sect bury their dead disciples? I'm afraid that he would really sprinkle corpses on the corpses of those Fei Ji Sect disciples and scatter them so that their bones would be gone!

Let's go back and take a look at the situation of Lin Zhiwu and Lin Xiaoyang.

A pot of tea was almost finished, and finally heard the sound of the fight downstairs getting quieter and quieter, until it finally disappeared, Lin Zhiwu knew that the fight should be over.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, getting up and walking to the side of the bed, Lin Zhiwu called softly: "Lin Gongzi! Get up! The fight is over." ”

Lin Xiaoyang, who was lying on the bed, did not react.

"Lin Gongzi!" Lin Zhiwu called again.

Lin Xiaoyang still didn't react.

Seeing that Lin Xiaoyang didn't seem to hear it twice, Lin Zhiwu felt very strange, so he reached out and gently uncovered the quilt on Lin Xiaoyang's head, but the next moment he was amused to find that Lin Xiaoyang was really asleep!

It's no wonder that Lin Zhiwu called Lin Xiaoyang twice and Lin Xiaoyang didn't respond! If Lin Xiaoyang fell asleep, the sky might not be able to wake him up. What's more, it's Lin Zhiwu's soft call?

Smiled helplessly, helped Lin Xiaoyang cover the quilt, Lin Zhiwu tiptoed out of the guest room, and closed the door from the outside by the way.

Lin Zhiwu was really helpless about Lin Xiaoyang's sleeping skills, but Lin Zhiwu also knew in his heart that it was normal for them to travel overnight and rest during the day, and their spirits were not good.

Moreover, every day when it was time for breakfast, whether it was Lin Zhiwu and Lin Xiaoyang or those people from the Netherworld Palace, they only rested for less than two hours, and generally went back to their respective guest rooms to continue to rest after breakfast.

However, compared to the quiet night, there are too many pedestrians during the day, and it is very noisy, so it is not good to rest at all. After a few days in a row, Lin Xiaoyang was a little unable to bear it no matter how good his spirit was.

Therefore, when Lin Xiaoyang forced himself to sleep in order to control himself from stopping the fight between the Netherworld Palace and the Feiyu Sect, he really fell asleep in a daze. (To be continued.) )