When the innkeeper saw a guest coming in at the door, he greeted him with a smiling face, and found that there was only a six or seven-year-old girl who came in, but there was no adult behind him, so he was stunned.

Ling Chusi casually instructed as he walked towards the inn: "Come to the upper room, and bring two more of your signature dishes to the house." ”

The innkeeper subconsciously replied: "Okay, guest officer, please inside." After finishing speaking, he was a little stunned and said, "You are the only one?" ”

"Hmm." Ling Chusi replied briefly, she knew that she was completely childlike at this moment, and staying in the lobby of the inn was too eye-catching, in order to make less trouble, it was naturally better to rest in the room alone, so she walked directly upstairs without looking back.

The innkeeper followed Ling Chusi in a bit of a daze, and after arriving on the second floor, he reacted and went around to Ling Chusi and pointed to the empty guest room upstairs.

As he walked through the middle corner of the stairs, Ling Chusi lowered his head slightly, glanced imperceptibly into the lobby on the first floor, and his gaze quickly swept over the position by the window—the sharp gaze that had just flashed from the inn should have come from there.

The middle-aged scribe who was holding a glass of tea in one hand and Tong Xiao in the other seemed to be aware of it, and just met Ling Chusi's gaze for a moment.

The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, and said secretly in his heart, what a keen little girl!

Ling Chusi took note of the face of this middle-aged scribe, and labeled this person in his heart as "suspected of being related to the human trafficker just now".

The food at the inn was ready and served in a short time.

Ling Chusi sat at the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate two bites, and there were two gentle knocks on the door outside the room, however, before she could speak, the person outside had already pushed the door open and broke in.

The demeanor of the middle-aged scribe is extraordinary, just looking at his demeanor as if he was strolling leisurely, perhaps the word "Chuang" is a little abrupt.

The chopsticks that Ling Chusi had just put to his mouth were hanging there.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, carefully looking at Ling Chusi's extremely slender wrists, and his heart became more and more satisfied. Although I haven't been able to check the root bones of this little girl yet, I can tell the difference between these hands that are still young but move extremely smoothly.

After a while, Ling Chusi took the initiative to speak, "I didn't call anyone in. ”

The voice of the six- or seven-year-old girl is too crisp and soft, even if the tone is calm and calm, it still clearly reveals a childishness. She still holds a pair of chopsticks in her hand, and the end of the dish hangs down slightly against the dining table - it seems that she will put the chopsticks down at any time, but from another point of view, she can fly the chopsticks out of her hand at any time as a hidden weapon.

The middle-aged scribe's gaze fell on the ape bone flute that Ling Chusi hung on his waist, and said with a faint smile: "You have a good flute." ”

Looking at it from a distance before, I thought it was just made of bamboo pipes, but when I got closer, the middle-aged scribe suddenly realized that the flute in the hand of this little girl was light and thin, and the texture was oily and slightly transparent.

"......" Ling Chusi was also looking at the middle-aged scribe, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart, could it be that the trafficker who abducted the little doll just now was arrested by the little doll's family, and this person came to abduct him again? But then again, although this person is dressed as a scribe, his martial arts are obviously much better than the trafficker who can only do some superficial and light skills just now.

Just as Ling Chusi didn't say a word, still secretly pondering the other party's intentions in his heart, the middle-aged scribe suddenly said, "Little girl, are you willing to practice martial arts with me?" ”

Ling Chusi's eyes widened slightly, revealing a somewhat surprised expression, and he secretly complained in his heart, is this a naïve and childish child in the name of accepting apprentices? It's really easy to deceive the child when he meets an ordinary child and then casually shows two light martial arts skills......

Seeing that Ling Chusi just looked at him in surprise, he paused, and the middle-aged scribe held the weapon in his hand, and continued to laugh with a bit of demagoguery: "My Tong Xiao, your bone flute, isn't it destined to be a master and apprentice?" ”

When he said this, the middle-aged scribe's pupils were slightly deep, and his eyes flashed, and he actually used the evil kung fu of spiritual suggestion.

Ling Chusi was suddenly shocked in his heart, he never expected that this person looked elegant and polite, and in the face of a six or seven-year-old child, he actually intended to use hallucinations to influence the other party.

However, because of this, Ling Chusi dispelled his previous guess that the other party was actually an accomplice of human traffickers, after all, it is still possible to learn some martial arts to pretend, people who are proficient in this kind of evil martial arts are only rare in the rivers and lakes, and it is really "overkill" to come and be a human trafficker.

Thinking of this, Ling Chusi was really a little curious about what this person wanted to find him.

Ling Chusi put on a look of being in a trance and slightly distracted, and then heard the middle-aged scribe sigh lightly, and asked in a soft tone: "Good apprentice, sue sù as a teacher, where is your home, and how many people are in your family?" ”

Ling Chusi wondered in his heart, asking what to do with these things, could it be that he really wanted to accept apprentices, but before that, he still needed to figure out the apprentice's family background?

"My family is not here......" omitted the word "here" at the end, and Ling Chusi replied nonsense.

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he just said to himself casually: "No family? If you join my Yin Sect, you don't have to go to 'cut the vulgar fate' again. ”

The term "mundane fate" originally came from Buddhism, and Buddhism uses the word cause and effect to explain human affairs, and the so-called "mundane fate" naturally refers to earthly things.

For the people of Buddhism, the past is full of the past, and when you enter the empty door, you have exhausted your dust and heart, like a new life, and you naturally have to let go of those past things.

However, this middle-aged scribe with an extraordinary demeanor and demeanor is quite evil in his actions, he just asked a few people in his family this kind of question, and then said the three words "cutting the vulgar fate", Ling Chusi naturally did not find it difficult to guess that the so-called "vulgar fate" is probably to cause people to break their families and destroy the clan, so that they will worship the master alone.

――If you want to accept disciples but you have to destroy people first, is this accepting disciples or making enemies!?

Ling Chusi's face was "Σ(°△°|||)" In the face of this living snake spirit disease, she couldn't even tell for a while that this person was so logical, whether he had a hole in his own head or that all the sects he belonged to were sick......

As if he suddenly realized that Ling Chusi's eyes were wrong, the middle-aged scribe subconsciously frowned slightly, however, before he could make any moves, Ling Chusi had already thrown out the two chopsticks in his hand, and the two chopsticks were also like rainbows, with the sound of breaking the sky, and attacked directly at the middle-aged scribe's face.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man hurriedly held the copper Xiao and knocked the chopsticks down, Ling Chusi flipped back, and then retreated with a move of "Taiyin Finger", dodged and jumped out of the window of the inn, leaving only a childish and crisp shout in the little girl's voice from afar: "If you have a sick brain, you have to take medicine!" ”

The middle-aged scribe who knew that he had been tricked flicked his sleeves angrily, and the hand holding Tong Xiao tightened, forcing the green tendons on the back of his hand to be exposed.

Although she did not fight directly with her, only from Ling Chu Sifei's ability to shoot those two chopsticks, she also knew that her internal strength was profound, and it was definitely not something that a child who was six or seven years old and had just begun to introduce martial arts could have. He originally thought that the other party should have some family background, so he was brave and learned some superficial fist and foot kung fu, but he didn't expect that this person who looked like a child on the surface was probably actually practicing some evil and weird exercises to make his body look like a child.

"Hunting geese all day long, but today I was pecked by geese!" The middle-aged scribe forced the words out word by word from between his teeth, and said hatefully: "Today's humiliation, I will repay it a hundred times in the future!" ”

Outside the window, Ling Chusi, who should have been far away, suddenly appeared upside down at the window, holding an ape bone flute in his hand, and chuckled with a slight surprise: "It turns out that your name is Bi Shouxuan?" Yin faction, right, I remember you, snake spirit! ”

Ling Chusi finished pulling out the hatred, and without waiting for the shocked and angry Shouxuan to make a move, his feet hanging on the eaves of the window were loosened, his body flipped in mid-air, and he had already performed a light skill "Dianmo Mountains and Rivers" and swept away.

Pi Shouxuan, who was cheated and humiliated again, was so hated that he smashed half of the table, took a deep breath, and then turned around and left with resentment.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ling Chusi slipped back to the downstairs of his room from the back of the inn, performed light skills to "soar up", flew up lightly, calmly returned to the room from the window, and after covering the window casually, he walked through the smashed table and the food spilled all over the floor, and just walked to the door, he saw the inn Xiao Er moving a new table with a sad face, and was pushing the door in.

Seeing Ling Chusi, who looked calm and calm, and the messy ground behind her, the innkeeper was stunned for a moment, and his body trembled, and then he took the initiative to reply tremblingly: "Just now, the guest officer has already paid this room and the account for breaking the tables and chairs." ”

Ling Chusi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his gaze swept over the table that Xiao Er of the inn had newly moved, "He lost money?" Then you can change the table and chairs later, and then serve me a meal, and the man just knocked everything over. ”