Wang Ning came out of the room, and the downstairs was already noisy, and the scolding voice was accompanied by a few persuasive flattering sounds, and you didn't need to look at it to know that it was the innkeeper who was trying to appease those who broke in. This was followed by a few snorts, presumably beaten.

Wang Ning's guest room is on the second floor, he is standing on the corridor, the hall below has been in chaos, the door has been kicked into several pieces, lying on the ground weakly, the tables and chairs have left their original positions, the whole room looks extremely messy, more than ten people with sticks are looking at the people in the room who have not had time to dodge, and a man about thirty years old is carrying the collar of the shopkeeper and asking loudly.

The shopkeeper said: "Third master, you are looking for someone to find someone, but this really has nothing to do with Xiao Lao'er, among the guests who have lived in my store in the past few days, there is really no person you said."

The person who was called the third master snorted, loosened the collar of the other party, and threw the person out: "Xin'anji is in and out of people every day, Lao Tzu knows better than you, if you don't hand over that person today, Lao Tzu will demolish your store."

The shopkeeper fell to his knees, took a handful of tears and snot, and begged: "Third master, no, the little one really didn't lie to you, I really don't have that person in this store, you just give me a thousand guts, and I don't dare to hide people."

While speaking, the people sent by the third master came back one after another, probably not.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly spoke: "Third master, look, there is really no one here."

A few shopkeepers next to him were indignant when they saw their shopkeepers being humiliated like this, but they didn't dare to make other moves.

The third master glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, go to the next house."

was about to leave, but he heard a voice behind him, Wang Ning followed the sound, but saw a man in his early twenties in the corner slowly put down the wine bowl and looked back at the third master.

The young man was dressed up, he should be a green forest man, Wang Ning looked at it for a moment, and probably knew that this person was a person with a sword. The man seemed to sense something, looked over to him, and smiled.

Then the young man got up and walked over.

The shopkeeper hurriedly got up and greeted him, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, you have drunk too much, you go upstairs, and the little old man will prepare sobering tea for you."

The young man ignored the nervous look on the shopkeeper's face and walked over there.

The third master looked at the scene in front of him and laughed, and the laughter was a little harsh.

"Heh, there are really people who are not afraid of death and dare to meddle in things." looked at the young man, and the disdain in the third master's eyes became more and more obvious, "Boy, I see that you are still a little bold, Lao Tzu will not care about you today, as long as you ......"

Before the words fell, a strong wind blew in his face, the third master's pupils shrank, and a touch of horror rose in his heart, and before he could react, he only felt a sharp pain in his cheeks, and then the whole person was as light as a swallow, and he was thrown backwards and smashed out of the door.

The officials who watched the excitement came back to their senses and sighed non-stop.

At that moment, someone under the third master ran out, helped the third master to sit up, and with a wow, the third master vomited a mouthful of blood.

The third master laughed, his eyes were resentful: "Boy, you are dead." Saying that, he looked at the person following him, "What are you doing in a daze, give it to me." ”

Suddenly, chaos ensued.

The young man did not pay attention to the methods of these little gangsters, almost chopping melons and vegetables, and after a while, only moaning remained.

A few people who could still move struggled to get up, and helped each other to gather behind the third master. Reed bamboo forest

The third master was already frightened at this time, Xin'an Ji was not big, although there were some forces behind them, but in front of such a murderer, he looked very pale and powerless, and he looked at the young man timidly.

The young man didn't have the heart to think about it any longer, and glanced at him, and the third master fled like a dog like a dog.

The shopkeeper came over at this time and said worriedly: "Childe, if you beat him, there will be trouble, you can go quickly."

The young man smiled, looked at the mess in the house, took out some silver money from his body, handed it to the old shopkeeper, and said: "Doing business in Xin'anji, how can you do it without a little background, in the future, your inn will belong to my Golden Dao Zhai, and in the future, if there is anyone who dares to make trouble again, he will hold the reputation of my Golden Dao Zhai, and bear everything for you."

The young man smiled heartily, then stuffed the money into the shopkeeper's hand, and walked out laughing a few more times.

"Golden Knife Village?" Wang Ning, who was upstairs, muttered something after hearing the other party report to his home.

Many people rely on canals and waterways to make their living, and these people are of all kinds and almost all walks of life, so naturally there is no shortage of those murderers. Under the encirclement and suppression of the government, these murderers were screwed together, and for a time large and small water villages were built.

And looking at the expressions of those people when they heard the three words of Golden Dao Village, Wang Ning probably understood that this village was not small.

And what he really cares about the most is the young guy, his fingers are slender, and the marks on the tiger's mouth show this person's ability in kendo.

This guy is a tricky guy.

When Wang Ning was in the south, he had seen many people in the green forest, but he had never heard of such a young master.

But thinking about himself, all this can be explained, he can achieve what he has achieved today in five or six years, and others can do it. He just has some talent in killing, and most of his skills are learned in the process of fighting and escaping. It was forced out of such a desperate situation.

Putting away his thoughts, he went back to the house, thinking that if he had time, he might as well pay a visit.

Downstairs was busy tidying up, and occasionally the old shopkeeper's cry could be heard.

Wang Ning had heard a little about today's events, but before he laughed, he thought he was looking for him.

With a wry smile, Wang Ning's pupils changed, and his body instinctively ejected from the side.

After a few clicks, a row of flying needles was inserted on the table, and the next moment, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Those who can use flying needles as hidden weapons are basically women, and for women, Wang Ning has never had any advantages.

He looked slightly sad and said with a wry smile: "Can you change this greeting gift?" We rarely see each other once a year, or even for years, so can't you be gentle? ”

The woman didn't answer him, she snorted coldly, and her slightly pale face didn't know whether she was angry or uncomfortable.

But the next moment, Wang Ning understood that the other party must be uncomfortable, and it was the kind of discomfort that would take several days without snow, so he closed his mouth decisively and didn't dare to make a sound.

The woman walked to the table and sat down, pulled out the flying needle on the table, took it in her hand and gestured for it, and a cold voice sounded: "I thought you were dead......