I don't know who gave them courage.

Now that he knew that Wang Quan could kill the young master of the Star Picking Pavilion, he sent it to the door......

Even if it's a crowd tactic, you need more people, right?

There are only a dozen or so people......

Either their self-confidence was bursting, or the information they got about Wang Quan was missing.

It may also be that someone tricked someone into giving them a head, the purpose is to see Wang Quan's level, so as to assess whether their depth can withstand Wang Quan's strength.

It's a pity that they are too shallow, but Wang Quan is a little long.

After killing people, smelling blood, Wang Quan felt a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, the shoes are indeed awkward.

The fabric of the clothes is indeed too coarse.

"Ha ......"

This made Wang Quan think of an allusion.

Why didn't you jump into a well and die for your country?

Because the water is too cold.

Miles through the woods, he saw a village.

Touching the silver ticket in his arms, Wang Quan planned to find a place to take a bath.

When he entered the village, he was stopped.

He was stopped by several young and strong young men from the village.

They held iron forks in their hands and looked at themselves nervously.

At the head was an old man with a cigarette pouch, and this old man had only one hand.

He stepped forward, smiled with a smile, and asked cautiously, "The hero is Wang Quanwang Daxia?" ”

Everyone in the village knows my name? Looks like the Salt Gang is doing a good job.

Wang Quan smiled warmly: "I'm not a hero, but Wang Quan is indeed me." Uncle, is there a place for me to wash up? Rest assured, there is enough money. ”

Seeing this, although the old man's expression was equally respectful, what he said was quite repulsive to people thousands of miles away:

"I'm sorry, Wang Daxia, the village of Lao Han is closed, there is no place for you to wash, please find another place."

Diao Min! I'm not here for you...... Wang Quan's eyes were scarlet and he was about to go crazy.

Then he saw the helpless pleading, indifference and disgust in the other party's eyes, and he was shocked, as cold as drinking a bowl of iced sour plum soup in Siberia in the cold winter of the lunar month.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the violence in his heart, he still said gently, "In this case, I won't bother in the future." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

When he walked away, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

A young man wondered: "Old lady, I don't think he's as brutal as the outside world, do I think what he said outside is false?" As far as his sackcloth coat was about the same as what I was wearing. Those high-rollers haven't seen anyone dressed so badly.

"The heroes who passed by the village to spend the night before, which one is either heroic or likes to entertain us. He's not like that, he's quite polite to us, and in my opinion, he's more like a poor scholar. ”

In and out of his words, he did not hide his yearning for the rivers and lakes.

When you enter the rivers and lakes, you can eat meat and drink a lot!

When I go back to the village in the future, the people in the village will have to be respectful when they see me! I just want Xiaofang to accompany her to drink, and her father doesn't dare to refuse!

"Idiot, do you want to end up as disabled as the old man?"

The old lady picked up the cigarette gun and gave him a brain break, "It's all gone, let's put the packed luggage back, it's okay, it's okay." ”

So he turned and went back to the house.

After taking two steps, he paused, looked back at Wang Quan's distant back, and shook his head.

"It's different, but it's all the same."

They are all the same, even if they are indeed gentle and good-spoken, but the arrogance in their bones is no different from the disciples of the Gate Sect he had seen when he was in the rivers and lakes before.

It's just that one floats on the surface, and the other goes deep into the bone marrow.

Isn't it different...... He didn't even do it.

You must know that this old lady came forward with the idea that he would be killed.

As a result, the other party was not annoyed and angry.

"Forget it, the rivers and lakes are in trouble, and it has nothing to do with our small mountain village."

The left and right are all head masters, and there is no difference from the past.

............

In the woods, Wang Quan sat next to a tree.

He is doing self-reflection and summarization.

Although the symptoms are not serious, I do continue to be mentally polluted.

You must know that when he came back from Windy Valley Village, he vomited a lot.

In the past few days, I have killed a lot of people, but I didn't feel any discomfort.

And it's easy to get on at every turn.

Sure enough, it won't work without Ah Jiu.

He was now in dire need of the scent of the little white hair to alleviate the level of pollution.

I hope to wait a few days in Lin'an City, and Ah Jiu will be able to arrive.

Then he began to reflect on his actions.

Well, there's nothing to reflect on.

Wang Quan is also a senior double-standard dog, and his favorite thing to do is to point to the country with a keyboard.

But that's not incapable.

He didn't think about making any changes. Tall stuff like Lea.

It was with a yearning for the rivers and lakes since childhood, and then stepped into this rivers and lakes, only to find that it was not the same as what I thought.

Then the idea is not clear, then try to overturn this river and lake.

As the saying goes, the rivers and lakes have their own grievances, and whoever has the ability will do it.

Success or failure is another matter, anyway, he just has a good idea.

He's so selfish.

The old man just now...... The old man's eyes and reactions, as well as the reactions of the villagers, really made him quite unhappy.

If he behaves more domineeringly, they will admit it.

As a result, because of the education of modern society, he had a little politeness of respecting the old and loving the young, but they kicked their noses and faced him coldly.

But now that I think about it, there's nothing wrong with that.

And it doesn't matter.

He just wants to have a clear mind, you don't care, it's a matter of a king's.

Anyway, the end result is good.

He didn't have the luxury of leaving a name in history, and even this river and lake didn't need his legend.

He's been here, he's tried it, he's cool, it's fine.

The worst result is that the rivers and lakes remain unchanged.

Then what else is there to say, rush and it's over.

He remembered that he was a small man, and he also encountered this situation when he went to the counterpart to help the poor two years ago, and he was also scolded at that time.

Later, when there are results, the other party will naturally cooperate when they see the benefits of the results.

It's too arrogant not to think about others with your own thoughts.

However, Wang Quan will not deny that he does have a sense of superiority.

The entertainment novels I used to read, the novels that traveled through different worlds and ancient times, to put it bluntly, are not the three views of modern society and the all-round dimensionality reduction blow of culture and technology to that world.

Everyone is very happy to watch, but in fact, it is also full of superiority.

Everyone likes this kind of thing.

I was so hilarious that I was choked, and then when I saw others, I stood on the moral high ground and criticized it, and it seemed that I was very noble.

Ha......

It doesn't matter, anyway, he just does his own thing, and he's not a hero.

Thinking of this, Wang Quanle took out the low-key luxury and connotative green shirt prepared by Ye Shengge and put it back on, and the shoes were also replaced with antique boots with a sense of.

Damn, it's good to be comfortable, why do you care so much.

Anyway, he did, and then the mind was clear and clear, and that would be enough.

As for like-minded companions......

He doesn't need it, if someone awakens, it's someone else's problem.

Anyway, he won't drag others into the water, it's enough to have Ah Jiu.

After summarizing and reflecting, Wang Quan's mood was inexplicably much better.

He stood up and moved his bones.

Then he drew his long sword, looking at the uneven blade on it, and even in some places it was on the verge of breaking.

"It's a pity."

Wang Quan didn't touch the sword body this time, "It seems that it is only enough to use it once, but it is enough." ”

With that, he raised his head and swept around.

At some point, there was already a circle of masked black-clad people around.

Wang Quan sighed, "Wearing night clothes in broad daylight, are you sick in the brain?" ”