After a few more days, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the roads were getting more and more slippery because of the snow.

Guan Yu ordered to notify the follow-up men to shorten the distance from the front team in case of accidents. At the same time, the team tried to follow the official road as much as possible, avoiding the no-man's land where the ghost knows what would happen.

Not far from passing through a county seat, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the wind was strong, making it even more difficult for the team to march. Guan Yu rode his horse and ran forward and backwards, shouting, and at this time, the captain who was exploring the way in front came back and reported that there was an inn not far away, which could be used to rest. Guan Yu was in a good mood, and hurriedly ordered everyone to cheer up, go to the inn to rest collectively, and not leave today.

From afar, I finally saw the flag dancing in the wind in front of the inn: Qingfeng Inn.

Entering the inn, Guan Yu ordered his subordinates to feed the horses, unload the things on the cart and carry them into the house, turned to the store and said: "Clean up the room, hurry up with good wine and food, boil more hot water for a while, let us all soak our feet, this ghost weather, freeze to death!" ”。

When the shopkeeper saw that the customer was making a generous move, he only nodded and smiled vigorously, and ran fast under his feet.

The only two large suites in the inn are next to each other, one is for Guan Yu, and Li Jingcheng lives next door.

After drinking and eating, Guan Yu returned to the room, took off his shoes and socks, and the shopkeeper had already brought a wooden basin, which was steaming water.

Guan Yu sat on the boat, slightly closed his eyes and soaked his feet comfortably. The wind outside the window gradually decreased, but there were still dark clouds overhead, which made Guan Yu think of a sentence for no reason: the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

With a "click", the subtle sound of the roof tiles slamming into Guan Yu's eardrums came to Guan Yu's eardrums, and this sound was definitely not the sound of the wind. Guan Yu, who has a lot of internal skills, didn't care about putting on his shoes and socks, but with his two swords in his hands, he quickly blew out the oil lamp in the house, tiptoed to the window, clicked through the window lattice paper, and looked at the appearance with bated breath.

The light outside the house was extremely dim, and Guan Yu's eyesight was amazing, and he could only see a row of dark shadows on the opposite roof. Guan Yu quickly lowered his body and moved towards the door, waiting for someone to invade the house.

He couldn't help but think in his heart: Could it be that Ling'er was really right? The stupid assassins got the wrong target for the first time, and they should have come for themselves? In that case, I would be relieved, at least no one would have the idea of Ling'er behind my back.

After waiting for a long time, there was still silence in front of the door. Guan Yu couldn't help but get anxious: what are these assassins waiting for, why haven't they done it yet? Rub it for a while, sir, I should be sleepy!

Suddenly, from the next room, there was the sound of "clanging" weapons colliding and shouting to kill, Guan Yu couldn't help but be surprised: Isn't it? Is the leader of this assassin half-hearted? If you get it wrong the first time, how can you get it wrong the second time? I can't jump out and shout at myself: You're confused, I'm the one you're going to assassinate, right?!

In Li Jingcheng's suite, two of his personal guards lived in the outhouse. When the group of assassins who had wrapped themselves tightly in the window broke in and slashed at them. The two guards, who had just lay down, hurriedly grabbed their swords to resist while shouting warnings for help.

The group of Assassins had clearly come prepared, and there was no panic in the slightest. Several people rushed forward with their heads down, desperately slashing the two guards, and four or five others rushed directly to the staircase with knives, and quickly blocked the place, beware of others hearing the cries for help and rushing to the rescue.

The Assassin's martial arts were very strong, and his attacks were ruthless, and after a dozen rounds, the two guards were drenched in blood.

One of the Assassins, seeing that the two guards were struggling to support themselves and staggering, simply threw them two away, and turned to the inner room with a steel knife.

Seeing this, one of the guards' eyes turned red and he burst into a shout, ignoring the oncoming sword, and jumped up and slashed at the turning assassin.

Caught off guard, the Assassin screamed and fell to the ground, dying of convulsions of his hands and feet.

Almost at the same time, blood splattered, and before the flying guard's feet could hit the ground, he was stabbed five times, and the knife hit the vital point. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and for a moment he was out of breath.

Grief-stricken and indignant, another guard gritted his teeth and pounced, but was brutally killed on the spot due to excessive bleeding and being outnumbered.

At this time, there were also fierce fighting and shouting from the staircase outside the door. A masked assassin who was apparently the ringleader tilted his head and motioned for the other four to come out and help. The remaining six Assassins rushed into the inner room with blood-dripping swords.

Li Jingcheng hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, he was holding a book in his hand to study, and he was startled by the sound of fierce fighting and killing in the outhouse, and stood up nervously. It's a pity that he is an authentic scholar, he has no power to tie the chicken, and he never knows how to dance with a sword.

In the midst of the crisis, he could only stand there, listening carefully to the movement of the outhouse, and begging in his heart that the brothers downstairs would come to the rescue immediately when they heard the sound.

With a bang, the door of the inner room was violently kicked open, and six masked men with blood-dripping steel knives rushed in one after another.

Seeing that Li Jingcheng, who was bare-handed, was standing there stunned with only a book in his hand, the assassins who rushed in front of him glanced at each other, and a smug smile welled up in their eyes at the same time. Faced with prey that has nowhere to escape, they do not panic, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of playing cat and mouse.

The masked assassin led by him raised his knife and said to Li Jingcheng: "Dog officer, I will let you die today!" If you offend our beggar gang, the result can only be a different head! ”。

Another masked assassin who was a little shorter also sneered: "Do you think you can avoid fifteen if you can hide from the first year of junior high school?" Tell you, from the day you left Pingzhou City, you were destined to die without a place to be buried! Death is coming, don't you want to say something? ”。

The third assassin who rushed up from behind the two of them was obviously not as interested as the first two, and he directly swung his knife at Li Jingcheng while gritting his teeth and said, "Pick off his head with a knife, let him go down to bury Hall Master Hu, what the are you talking about?!" ”。

In a hurry, Li Jingcheng waved his hand and smashed the scroll in his hand against the other party's front door.

The assassin involuntarily turned his head to dodge, and the falling steel knife suddenly crooked, slashing at Li Jingcheng's left arm, where a burst of red suddenly oozed out.

The assassin felt embarrassed in front of his accomplices, and with a curse in his mouth, he stepped forward again, raising his knife with both hands and slashing at the top of Li Jingcheng's head.

Li Jingcheng saw that the general trend was gone, so he simply straightened up, closed his eyes slightly, no longer dodged, and waited quietly for death.

With a "dang", the assassin was suddenly stunned: what is this dog officer's head made of? Why is it like slashing on a steel blade, and it still shocks Lao Tzu's arms numb, is it hell?

Before he could figure it out, his body suddenly rose into the air, as if an invisible giant hand behind his back suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up. He screamed and spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, with a bloody hole in his chest.

Shocked by the sudden change, the remaining Assassins took two steps backwards and looked up almost simultaneously.

A small, white-faced barefoot with two big feet appeared in front of them with a hippie smile, one of the two swords in his hand already stained red with blood.

Guan Yu dodged in front of Li Jingcheng, bared his teeth and grinned, "I heard that you are from the beggar gang?" Who is your current leader? Nine-fingered beggar, Hong Qigong or Qiao Huang Rong? Did I hear me right? In my impression, the beggar brothers are all chivalrous heroes, when did they become other people's lackeys?! You shouldn't have come out to pretend and deliberately ruin the reputation of the beggars, right?! ”。

One of the assassins in front of the public suddenly widened his eyes in horror, raised his hand and raised his knife to point at Guan Yu and said, "It's him!" The demon on Yunkong Mountain! ”。

This time it was Guan Yu's turn to be slightly stunned, and said strangely: "Do you know me?" ”。

The remaining five masked assassins didn't say a word, gritted their teeth and raised their knives to pounce on Guan Yu.

Guan Yu hurriedly put away his hippie smile, raised his sword and jumped forward with his two swords, and greeted him.

The five assassins surrounded Guan Yu, eager to tear him apart immediately, but instead left Li Jingcheng aside for the time being.

Guan Yu wants this effect, without the drag of that nerd, he can have no scruples and kill wantonly.

In an instant, the two assassins were pierced by the sharp sword in Guan Yu's hand, and they cried and shouted back to their hometown.

The three living assassins were terrified, they didn't expect that once this little white face with a hippie smile sank into his face, it turned out to be a demon king who killed people without blinking, and those two sharp swords were obviously aimed at their own vital points, why did the other accomplices fall to the ground and die?!

One of the assassins, who had a quick brain, suddenly understood the purpose of the trip, jumped up, broke away from the battle group, and wiped Li Jingcheng's neck with a knife.

Unfortunately, he was still half a beat slower, and his body still in the air was kicked in the face by a dirty bare foot, and the dust on the foot instantly blinded his eyes. When he wiped his eyes away, he found himself lying on the floor of the outhouse, with a companion's bloodied head rolling beside him. What was even more frightening was that the eyes on the head were wide open, and they were glaring at him with great dissatisfaction.

At this moment, a sharp whistle came from the staircase outside the door, and it seemed that the brothers responsible for blocking the reinforcements could not hold on. The two surviving Assassins rushed out of the house in desperation, and one of them flew straight onto the roof.

The other movement slowed down, and he didn't notice that there was a dark figure standing in the shadow behind him.

With a "thud", a huge flower pot fell from the sky, clasping the back of his head as he was about to jump, and the poor assassin fainted without saying a word.

Out of the shadows came the innkeeper, and he stretched out his foot to kick the unconscious assassin, and shouted angrily: "What an inn, the smoke miasma that you stirred up! These turtle bastards, how will Lao Tzu do business in the future?! ”。