The curtain is lifted.

When the second leader who went to the mountain of death, saw the face of the girl in purple in the carriage clearly, his pupils contracted, and his breathing became tight.

He had never seen such a good-looking woman.

And the next moment.

A thread of blood ran through it—

His throat was like a narrow waterfall, and the majestic blood squeezed and flew out, but it did not touch Ning Yi and the carriage in the slightest, and it turned into ashes in the air and slowly burned.

Ning Yi pressed one hand on the horse's forehead, his expression was blank, and his palm was strong.

Bang.

The horse, which was more than a man's height, hit the ground with its knees and bled from its orifices.

The flying sword went and returned, swept back into the carriage.

Pei Lingsu said softly: "It's inconvenient for you to take out the sword, I'll do it for you." ”

Ning Yi smiled and nodded, and his palm exerted force again, and one person and one horse were beaten upside down by the majestic energy and flew out, crackling and smashing on a stone wall, turning into a pool of scarlet blood and mud.

Ning Yi Muran stared at the stone wall.

When she was learning swords with Xu Zang, the girl and him were separated once...... He will always remember that night, he let go of the second horse bandit and brought great trouble to himself.

Not anymore.

Dealing with the enemy, Ning Yi will no longer be "soft-hearted".

"Gone. ”

Ning Yi gently rubbed the horse in front of his carriage, suppressed his frightened emotions, and before boarding the carriage, he looked nonchalantly in a certain direction of the ruined town.

Through the hole in the paper window, the young man who was peeking at the night and the ancient well was heartbroken, and he was so frightened by this gaze that he fell to the ground.

"Let's find an inn, I'm a little tired. ”

Pei Lingsu yawned.

"Okay. ”

Ning Yi smiled and agreed, drove the carriage, and slowly left.

It was not until the carriage had left that the boy breathed a sigh of relief, and he cautiously got up, pushed open the door, and looked through the moonlight at the empty town.

On the stone wall, the flesh and blood are blurred, and the second master who went to the mountain of death can no longer die if he is already dead.

......

......

Silver Moon Inn.

Within a radius of ten miles, there is only this one inn.

The mountain of death is a very domineering mountain,

It is not so much that there are cultivators living on this mountain, but rather a group of bandits who burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil, and there are indeed some high-level existences in the cultivation realm, such as those who are in charge, but more bandits and gangsters are all hooligans who drink and mess around.

The way of the world in the East is too bad.

A scoundrel is also better than a murderer.

You can't hide from it.

So there are still some small towns around here.

The horse bandits who went to the mountain of death were clear, they collected taxes and did not trouble these ordinary people, everyone was safe, if it was really urgent, there was no one in the mountain, and it was their own people who suffered, this desert was poor in materials and life was difficult.

The mountain lord who went to the mountain of death saw it very clearly and very clearly.

You need to pay attention to the horse and the goods, the eastern desert, the road is long, and some people have to pass here.

It stands to reason that if you hand over a certain amount of tax to the bandits who go to the dead mountain, you can ask for peace, but the specific process is really a psychological game between the two sides, if the background of the escort's dart game is strong enough, then everyone is harmonious, and everyone takes what they need, and this small hill takes the goods of the caravan, and it is difficult to digest.

As the saying goes, wealth is not exposed.

No one will fight for the black box that has not yet been opened, the bandits fight to the death, and finally open the caravan's cargo box tragically, in case it is not a pearl treasure, but a woman's wedding dress, they will have no place to use it, let alone make up for the loss...... In this world, bandits also talk about righteousness, the so-called righteousness is thin and cloudy, and every life on the mountain is important.

The big moon hung high, and a carriage stopped at the door of the inn.

On the carriage, a young man and a woman came down.

Hit the top of the rivers and lakes, often live in the hotel, Ning Yi used to run around a lot, but the experience of the guest house is scarce, in Xiling when poor, no matter how busy it is, you have to go back to the Bodhisattva Temple with the girl to squeeze a small broken wooden bed, and then follow Xu Zang to run, was sent to the Great Wall of the West by Mr. Zhou You's cardinal, lived in the inn for a few nights, not long after, Xu Zang spent a sum of money to rent a small courtyard in Anle City.

In fact, there are only a handful of people who actually live in guest houses.

Because later, he went to Shushan, and from Shushan to Tiandu, the Pope sent a mansion for living.

So in Ning Yi's impression...... The inn in the rivers and lakes of the Great Sui is quite not peaceful.

Because he'll never forget

That thunderstorm night on the outskirts of Tiandu.

The first meeting with Han Yoo.

Circumstances change with the passage of time.

Pushing open the door of the Silver Moon Inn, Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief, it was different from before, there were no villains in the inn who could be unsheathed and killed at any time with knives and swords, and the tables and chairs on the ground floor were wiped clean and peaceful.

On the bottom floor of the inn, there was only a thin man, wearing a cloth hat, leaning on the counter, lighting a yellow lamp, slowly writing the account book.

When he heard the door being pushed, he hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "It's so late, the two of you live in the hotel?"

Ning Yi smiled and pushed over a piece of silver, and quipped, "It's so late, still not sleeping?"

The thin man smiled helplessly: "I usually go to bed early, but I have to settle accounts today, so I have to stay up late." ”

Ning Yi glanced at the account books on the counter and continued to smile: "You are the only one in this store?"

"It's not...... And my son, who is probably asleep. The man smiled gently, carefully took the silver, put it very low, hesitated slightly, put the silver to his mouth and took a bite, and said softly: "There is a good guest room on the roof, two, this is the door number, the key, I will make a pot of hot tea for the two later." ”

"Hot tea doesn't have to be. Ning Yi took the door number and glanced at the boss meaningfully, "The inn business is very good?"

"It's good. The man bent down, carried a piece of sackcloth over his shoulder, climbed the stairs between words, moved softly, and said with a smile: "I'll take you two to the guest room." ”

When I went upstairs, the shopkeeper chattered and muttered to himself: "I can make some money, enough for expenses, enough for food, but it's rare to want to recruit guys...... Many times, I saw some rangers with iron swords, who were poor and couldn't afford to live in guest rooms, and would sell the idle ones cheaper, and they also persuaded them to work in a small shop for half a year and several years, and they were safe and stable, which was not a good thing, but no one paid attention to me, haha......"

The girl listened quietly.

Ning Yi was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "People have a good future, and there is no hope for staying in a small inn." ”

"That's it. The man frowned sadly, sighed and said: "There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't force ......"

He paused, held out a hand, made a welcoming gesture, and smiled.

"Two guest officers, here. ”