Han Hu's vegetarian steamed buns over there were quickly served.

Half of the children of the Han family were eating in a muffled voice, and the other half were staring around.

In the eyes of those cultivators, this scene suddenly looked up to a single point.

This is a well-trained martial artist, and it is definitely not a quality that those who come from the grassroots can have.

Han Hu, in particular, only took a slight sip of the clear water, and then sat cross-legged, pressing his palm on the hilt of the big sword on his knees.

Such an alert appearance must be possessed by a master who has experienced a hundred battles.

Such a master was sent to protect a son of a family who was obviously not good at cultivation, and those cultivators couldn't figure it out.

A pot of tea had already been delivered on the table in front of Han Xiao.

As for the food and wine he wanted, it has not been delivered yet.

Without waiting for him to stretch out his hand, Lin Xiao'er, who was sitting beside him, had already skillfully poured him a cup of tea.

"Well, it's a little sweet, but the tea making technique is a little rougher. Taking a sip, Han Xiao smacked his lips and shook his head to comment.

Yun Niang, who was sitting on Han Xiao's left hand side, took a sip of his example, then shook her head, muttered a few sips, and drank all the tea.

Seeing that Han Xiao was nothing special, those cultivators slowly turned their attention back and started talking in a low voice while eating their meals.

Han Xiao held the teacup and looked out the window, but stopped the words of those cultivators in his ears.

The three people at the opposite table were scattered cultivators, and the highest cultivation was the old man at the first level of Qi refining, ready to go to Qingxiao Ridge to join in the fun, and see if there was a chance to join the sect.

Diagonally opposite the two, one is an outer disciple of the Huoyun Sect on Qingxiao Mountain, and the other is an elder of a certain family in Qiyuan County, and the two are uncles and nephews.

In the distance, the two men.

Han Xiao's expression moved, and he smiled slightly.

Coincidentally, it turned out to be Baiyueguan.

And one of them, Han Xiao, also knew that he was the thin man who was holding a bronze stick on the street in Heyuan County.

When the man saw Han Xiao and Lin Xiao'er, he was stunned, and a trace of fierceness appeared on his face.

After seeing Han Xiao's gaze sweeping over, he lowered his head slightly.

As for the person opposite him, listening to the words, it seems to be this senior brother.

Most of the things these cultivators talk about are related to the things on Qingxiao Mountain.

They were not optimistic about the Qingyun Sect, and with the attitude of watching jokes, they waited for the Qingyun Sect to be driven out of Qingxiao Ridge.

There weren't many people on the second floor, and Han Xiao didn't hear any useful news.

"Guest, the food and drinks you asked for are here. ”

The shopkeeper led two men and came up with various dishes.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of mountain delicacies, mushrooms, and game.

"Hey, wouldn't this partridge meat be more fragrant if it was fried with bamboo shoots?" Han Xiao said, pointing to a plate of golden-brown and fragrant dishes.

He lifted the flask again and sniffed it, and said with some pity: "If this wine is poured into a bamboo pole and left for a year, the taste will definitely be better." ”

When the shopkeeper heard his words, his face changed and said, "Childe, our boss was born with a love for bamboo and can't bear to hurt it." ”

"Oh. Han Xiao nodded, picked up the wooden chopsticks on the table and tasted them.

Hu Yunniang and Lin Xiao'er were even more polite, and they were busy eating.

When Han Xiao finished eating, Han Hu and the others escorted him to the second wing.

"Master, there's something wrong with this inn. Waiting for Han Hu and the others to leave, Xu Fu stepped forward and said in a low voice.

Han Xiao looked around the room, smiled lightly, and did not speak.

Xu Fu bowed and exited the room.

When he went out, Han Xiao simply freshened up, and then slept with his clothes.

At about three o'clock, his eyes opened and his figure flashed while lying on the bed.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, a boulder the size of a millstone smashed down from the back wall of the wing, breaking the wall and landing on the bed that Han Xiao had slept on before.

"Protect Childe!"

Han Hu's voice came from next door, and the sound of a weapon unsheathed came, but no one came.

"Quick, let's see if the person is dead, and then find out the girl from the Qingyun Sect. A deep voice rang out, and a thin Taoist came in through the groove of the wall.

Isn't it the Taoist of the White Moon Temple, or who?

He looked down at the bed and whispered, "Senior brother, that guy isn't there—"

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his eyes by the moonlight and saw Han Xiao standing not far away.

"Bang!" A figure crashed in directly from outside the wall, and when he saw Han Xiao, his face sank and said, "It's him, right?"

The thin man flipped his hands, and a bronze stick appeared in his palm.

"Senior brother, it's him, the county magistrate of Heyuan County. ”

The senior brother nodded and said, "After all, he is a cultivator of Confucianism and Taoism, and it is normal to have a little sense of life and death." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Han Xiao and said, "A child of a family is actually fascinated by beauty, and you can only blame yourself for finding death in this troubled water of Qingxiao Mountains." ”

"Still waiting for your guards? They won't come. The senior brother smiled proudly and turned his head to give the thin Taoist beside him a look.

"I really didn't expect that you Bai Yueguan would even dare to murder the officials of Dachu. Han Xiao stood in place and said in a deep voice.

"If you stay in Heyuan County safely, I won't mess with you, but it's a pity that you dare to leave Heyuan. ”

The thin Taoist stretched out the long stick in his hand, pointed at Han Xiao and gritted his teeth: "If you dare to insult my Baiyueguan that day, you know that you will give your life today." ”

After speaking, he stepped forward a little with his long stick, and a golden light shot straight at Han Xiao's door.

Han Xiao seemed to be stupid, standing still at that point, not hiding.

Seeing that the golden light was about to penetrate Han Xiao's head, the Dao man's face was just flushed with joy, but his expression froze.

I saw that the green bamboo pen holder on the desk suddenly bounced up, smashing the golden light away.

Before the thin Taoist came back to his senses, the bamboo chairs, bamboo stools, and brushes in the room all flew up and smashed down.

The thin Taoist snorted coldly, waved the long stick in his hand, and hit the oncoming bamboo chair with a "snap".

When the long stick touched the bamboo chair, his expression had changed.

The magic weapon can't break a chair made of bamboo?

The bamboo chair was impartial, and it was smashing into the thin man's chest, knocking him away and slamming him against the wall.

The Daoist's senior brother's expression changed greatly, and when he remembered a rumor, he hurriedly retreated, arched his hand towards the void and said: "Zhu Weng's senior is angry, my senior brother is a disciple of Baiyueguan, and I am willing to compensate for the loss of my seniors." ”

Bamboo Weng?

A smile appeared on Han Xiao's face.

It turns out that the owner of this place is called Zhu Weng.

From the moment he came to the inn, he knew something was wrong.

When I got to the room, the boss, who didn't even cook bamboo shoots, actually arranged all kinds of bamboo products in the room, which was even more wrong.

"Hum—"

With a soft sound, the bamboo tube floating in the air shook gently towards Han Xiao.

It's asking yourself what to do.

Han Xiao was not interested in meeting a few minor monks, so he said lightly: "If you dare to beat my idea, why do you have to let some blood?"

Hearing Han Xiao's words, the senior brother on the other side hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his waist and said, "This is a hundred spirit pills, which are worth hundreds of spirit stones. ”

As he spoke, he threw the pill, and the bamboo tube in mid-air moved, catching the pill.

"Smack-"

At the root of the wall, a bamboo root poked out, wrapped the bronze stick in the hand of the thin man, and pulled it over.

"Ahh

There were three screams outside the room, and Han Hu pushed the door in with a long knife with a calm face.

"Childe, there are cultivators outside, and the guards are late, please forgive me. Han Hu hugged his fists.