Although the guest room is old, the walls are full of traces of temporary repair, but the inside is quite tidy, a very dull style of tables and chairs, a simple bed, a bunch of trivial things neatly placed in the corner of the wall, the sound insulation effect of the guest room is also good, it is difficult to sit in it and be disturbed by the noise outside.

At this moment, a white-faced scholar is sitting leisurely in a chair, reading a yellowed scroll.

When reading the highlights, the scholar's face can't help but smile approvingly, and when he reads the incomprehensible, the scholar will look up at the roof and ponder for a while.

The scholar had just pondered for a short time, had just turned a new page, seemed to have found something of great interest, stared intently at the yellowed paper, nodded again and again, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the guest room. The scholar reluctantly put the scroll on the table and got up to open the door.

When the door opened, the scholar first saw the short shopkeeper, who was standing at the door with a smile on his face, at this time, the calligraphy found that three figures flashed quickly from the side of the door, and the scholar subconsciously took a few steps back, both surprised and timid, looking nervously at the three people outside the door, unable to speak.

Xiao Er's forehead was already sweating, he kept rubbing his hands, and said with an awkward smile: "I'm sorry guest officer...... I'm really sorry......"

Before the shopkeeper could completely release the good-natured smile, the double door of the guest room was kicked by the two people behind him, and the scholar was pushed several steps by an inexplicable strong wind, and almost fell on his back.

The three people who suddenly appeared, all with swords behind their backs, and then swords on their waists, a pair of high-ranking people, two of them stepped forward quickly, guarding both sides of the door with fierce eyes, and the person in the middle held the portrait in his hand, staring at the scholar with a straight face and looking up and down, no less careful than a yellow flower girl standing in front of him.

"It's a bit like, his mother doesn't look like it, the height and body shape are about the same, if the corners of the eyes are a little straighter, it would be better if the cheeks were a little smaller, in the end, the fucking look like it, you two eat dry rice to Lao Tzu to consult, you can't do nothing like a leper dog all day long, so you can do some personnel. ”

The middle-aged man muttered a few words and handed the portrait to a person next to him.

The man held the portrait of the cat on his waist, stared at Xiao Jiansheng's eyes with small eyes and looked at it again and again, and finally shook his head with a smile at the middle-aged man: "Maybe there are too many people watching you along the way, I feel that everyone looks a little alike, in my opinion, it is not like it at all, I heard that Xiao Jiansheng kills people without blinking, there is no murder in the eyes of this guy, and he is still a girl." ”

The middle-aged man suddenly touched the hilt of the sword and said sharply, "Boy, spread your hands?"

The scholar timidly spread out his palms, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man, looked at his palms and said resignedly: "This senior, if the kid has anything to live with, you just say it, the kid is willing to change his mistakes, don't use knives and guns, seniors, don't embarrass the boy...... Ah......h

The middle-aged man ignored it, and before the scholar could react, he had already pulled out the long sword on his waist, and the sharp tip of the sword flashing cold light slashed through the palm of the scholar's hand in an instant, and the long sword returned to the sheath.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "It's really not like it, it's too thin and tender, this is the hand that touches the sword, and it can't even be milked." ”

Just when the scholar grinned in pain, the middle-aged man waved his hand and said to the two people: "It's just a little suspicious, it's just that, then take it back first, I'd rather catch a hundred people by mistake than let one go, it's not too late to release people after ten days and a half months." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to arrest someone, the scholar couldn't care about the pain in his hands, and the knees on his two legs bumped together breathlessly, and his voice was even more incoherent: "This senior, no, no, no, it's this uncle, if you do this, it doesn't conform to the morality and rules of the rivers and lakes, and you will be laughed at by the world......."

"Go to his grandmother's morality, uncle is the rule of the rivers and lakes, don't shut up and carefully cut off your tongue to feed the dog. ”

The scholar's voice stopped abruptly, and his mouth was completely tightly closed.

The two guards took a step forward, and they were about to twist the scholar's arm, but the scholar was already frightened and couldn't even dodge, but at this moment, a burst of hearty laughter sounded in the corridor of the inn: "Liu Bairen, let's meet again, should we say that we are destined, or that things are too coincidental." ”

Hearing the voice, the middle-aged man's face changed, his eyes looked into the depths of the corridor, and he suddenly sneered: "I have a ghost fate with you, Gao Chengzan, yesterday you ruined my Liu someone's good deeds, and today you will come back again, do you think that when you come to Qinhuang Ancient Town, my Sword Mountain will be bullied?"

Before the people in the corridor came, the alert shopkeeper had already smelled the smell of danger, his back against the wall with a panicked expression, and when the middle-aged man was not paying attention, he walked the wall and ran out towards the other end of the corridor.

The scholar in the guest room was already colorless, sighed silently, and could only resign himself to looking at the few people who came over at the door.

One of the men was in his early forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight waist, and a thick beard, and walked over to the middle-aged man with his hand on the hilt of the knife, and said with a smile: " Brother Liu, how ugly the words can't be said, what does it mean to get worse, you obviously look down on me Kuaidaomen, who stipulated it, if you are allowed to arrest people indiscriminately in Jianshan, you will not be allowed to arrest people in Kuaidaomen, since we happened to meet, you also want to arrest this scholar, but we are also tracking all the way here, or we will draw a road, so as not to lose the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

Liu Bairen snorted coldly, looked at the process with fierce eyes, and said angrily: "Gao Chengzan, you don't have to inch in, everything is particular about coming first and then coming, today, we Jianshan will really grasp this person." ”

Gao Chengzan sneered: "Since you will come first and then come, I will tell you what it means to take it in a good way, this scholar and a few of us have taken a lot of effort to track here, if we give it to you like this, do we want to save face in the door?"

Just when Gao Chengzan's eyes motioned for the two men to go in and arrest people, Liu Bairen turned his heart and laughed angrily: " Since you Gao Chengzan want to grab food, then take out some real skills, the place here is too narrow, if you have the guts, let's compare it in front of the Feiyundu Teahouse, where is the big place, enough for you Gao Chengzan to offer ugliness, by the way, you have to come to the people in the rivers and lakes who pass by to see, after all, your fast knife door is the mud that a dead dog can't support the wall, and there has been a Tu Tielin in the past few decades, and he keeps saying that he is happy with the knife, Liu thought it was just a group of people who were stabbed, haha. ”

Gao Chengzan glanced at the white-faced scholar who was dodging his lips, nodded heavily at Liu Bairen, and said, "Don't fight over the words, you will know after the comparison, so that you will be completely dead." ”

The two of them each snorted coldly and walked towards the outside of the inn with their own hands.

The two groups of people seemed to have really left the inn, and they couldn't hear any movement, so the scholar came back to his senses, wiped the blood on his hands casually, quickly packed his bags, and trotted towards the guest room registration office on the second floor.