Yan Nanxiao woke up suddenly at the moment when he was pulled by Mu Qingyun, but when he finally stood up straight and adjusted his perspective with the help of He Shuning, the battle in the room was completely over.

When he heard Mu Qingyun regain a woman's voice, he knew that he didn't have to pretend to be the other party's "son" anymore.

Walking forward in three steps and two steps, Yan Nanxiao carefully looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper who was shaking like chaff, "He doesn't know martial arts, not even the most superficial fist and foot kung fu." ”

Although Yan Nanxiao can't practice martial arts himself, his father is a good skill.

Then there are a few retinues that his uncle and uncle gave to his father, all of whom are also martial arts.

And the rest of the Yan family where he is located are all unpracticed martial arts.

After long-term observation, Yan Nanxiao has long been able to accurately distinguish the difference between literati and martial artists.

He Shuning had already lit the only oil lamp in the room at this time, and Mu Qingyun pushed the shopkeeper and asked him to kneel down in the middle of the room, "Not only him, but even a few of his helpers are all ordinary people." ”

The shopkeeper endured a sharp pain in his knee, "Woman's life! ”

The front end of Mu Qingyun's soft sword swayed back and forth at the shopkeeper's throat, "It depends on whether you have an honest explanation to us." ”

The shopkeeper lowered his eyes slightly, "Well, it's not like life can't go on." You also know that the current official mission is not giving the people a way to live at all. I—I can't help it. ”

"The official doesn't give you a way to live, you don't deal with the official, but you have to deal with us strangers passing by, are you still reasonable?"

How could Mu Qingyun be fooled by him, she smiled coldly, "It seems that you are bullying the three of us at a young age." ”

After speaking, she didn't care how the shopkeeper continued to quibble, but beckoned directly to He Shuning, "Little junior sister, go and find out all the ill-gotten gains in this black shop to senior sister." ”

"Oh, okay." He Shuning was very well-behaved, Mu Qingyun gave an order, and the little girl directly pushed the door and walked outside the room.

After a while, the shopkeeper, who was still lucky, couldn't kneel, and he didn't pretend to be pitiful, but only glanced at the window with an anxious face.

It wasn't until he saw a fire outside the window that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Qingyun smiled coldly.

Sure enough, the town was strange from head to toe.

She wasn't worried about He Shuning at all, but Yan Nanxiao, whose force value was basically zero, was beckoned to her by her.

Yan Nanxiao hugged their two burdens and stood beside Mu Qingyun honestly, and after a while, the two of them heard loud noises outside the room one after another.

The shopkeeper who was still kneeling looked horrified, he originally thought that He Shuning would definitely not be able to find out the secrets of his hidden things, but he didn't expect He Shuning to start demolishing his house so soon.

He pulled his feet and ran to the back kitchen, Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and followed Yan Nanxiao with him.

Before the two of them reached the door of the kitchen, they heard the innkeeper, who had taken a few steps faster than them, cry, "My silver! ”

He desperately rushed towards the kitchen, trying to snatch back the two clay pots that He Shuning was carrying.

In those two clay pots, there were more than 100 taels of silver that he had saved for two years, and it was his coffin book.

He Shuning moved his hands together, and directly threw the clay pot towards Mu Qingyun.

The shopkeeper pounced, but his eyes were on the two clay pots filled with silver.

He really regretted it now, he knew that these three people were so tricky, he must have offered them as if they were ancestors.

Now, not only did he fail to make a small fortune on these three people, but people dug up his coffin book accurately.

The middle-aged shopkeeper snorted and cried, he really couldn't figure out the stupid little girl in front of him, did she have perspective eyes? Otherwise, how could this little girl dig out the two jars of silver he dug and bury so accurately and quickly for him?

"Well done." Mu Qingyun put the clay pot behind him, then put his hands around his chest and raised his chin slightly, "Now can you tell us a few words of truth?" ”

The shopkeeper was stared at by her condescending eyes, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose for a while, but now that he was under the control of others, Mu Qingyun took away the more than one hundred taels of silver he had saved with great difficulty, where was there any other way out for him except to give in temporarily?

The depressed middle-aged shopkeeper led Mu Qingyun to the room at the front of the inn, where they usually greeted guests and entertained guests, and there were a few tables and about twenty chairs in it.

The four of them were divided into two groups and sat down distinctly on both sides of a table, and Mu Qingyun sat between He Shuning and Yan Nanxiao, staring at the shopkeeper with burning eyes.

The shopkeeper was sitting on the chair opposite He Shuning that was closer to the door, and before Mu Qingyun continued to ask, he had already taken the initiative to talk about his opening of a black shop.

“... The villain really just wants money, and has never hurt anyone's life. He vaguely carried the key information in the front, and most of his words were nothing more than complaining about the government.

Mu Qingyun felt that there was a chance that this goods would be eight times out of ten. Jiu felt that martial arts people like them basically had a hostile attitude towards the government, which was why he complained about the officials in front of them so unscrupulously.

However, there is one thing that Mu Qingyun believes in him, that is, this black shop of theirs has indeed never killed anyone.

If it weren't for this, Mu Qingyun would have sent him to reincarnate with a sword, and he would not have had this opportunity to sit in front of Mu Qingyun and try his best to clear his name.

Of course, this does not mean that Mu Qingyun has to gently let go of this middle-aged man who opened a black shop.

Although it is true that he did not hurt anyone's life, the most terrible and darkest encounter in the world was never the word "death".

She listened to the shopkeeper's self-justification noncommittally, until there was a loud and endless noise outside the inn, and Mu Qingyun smiled at the middle-aged shopkeeper, "The rescuer you are waiting for will come quickly." ”

The shopkeeper's face half-hidden in the shadows was slowly emerging with a smug smile at this time, and the shopkeeper couldn't help but be shocked when he heard Mu Qingyun suddenly reveal the mystery.

He subconsciously raised his head, and his original smug smile looked very strange because of the sudden horror and confusion.

The shopkeeper never dreamed that Mu Qingyun had even seen through the fact that he had been delaying time and waiting for help.

The most terrifying thing is that people still see through it and don't say anything, so they just follow him with a smile and sit with him.

What does this mean?

It shows that people are confident, and they are not afraid of him moving rescue soldiers at all.

Realizing this, the middle-aged shopkeeper couldn't help but feel a little hairy in his heart.

But then he couldn't help but start cheering himself up, you know, the so-called rescuers he was waiting for were not ordinary ordinary people.

Facing so many strong men who are accustomed to licking blood with knives, can these three lonely little hairy children still get any bargain? !

The shopkeeper, who thought he had a good chance of winning, quickly calmed down again, he pretended to be incredulous and panicked on his face, but in his heart he mocked Mu Qingyun's blind arrogance in every way.