Chapter 16 First Arrival in Jing'anguo
"It's dry, watch out for the candlesβ"
From time to time, the sound of watchmen could be heard in the empty streets, and there was a howling wind that blew the dust and leaves on the ground into the sky. Autumn is approaching, and the weather is getting cooler.
Mu Zifeng looked at the big bag of silver in his hand and the thick stack of silver tickets. This is the money he got in exchange for his fine satin clothes and the high-quality Hetian Meiyu in the pawnshop today.
He put the silver ticket in his arms, hung the bag of silver around his waist, looked at the cheap coarse cloth clothes on his body, and couldn't help but sigh.
After wearing good clothes, I am really not used to wearing such clothes again.
He touched his grumbling belly and led the horse towards the small shop in front of him called the Sanssouci Tavern.
He tied his horse to a post outside the door, then pushed it open and walked in.
Xiao Er immediately greeted him and asked with a smile: "This guest officer, do you want to stay or drink when you visit the shop late at night?" β
"I stay and drink, and I eat." Mu Zifeng smiled, "Bring me a pot of wine and a few side dishes." β
"Okay, guest upstairs, please."
Mu Zifeng followed Xiao Er to the upstairs room, only to hear Xiao Er say again: "Wait a minute, the guest officer will come soon." β
Mu Zifeng threw him a piece of silver, and then walked into the room.
He lay comfortably on the bed and muttered: "This is Jing Anguo, it is really not as prosperous as Jiang Guo." β
I was about to lie down for a while, when I suddenly heard a fierce quarrel next door.
Mu Zifeng was about to go to the wall to listen, but Xiao Er walked in with wine and food.
"Slow use by the guest officer."
Mu Zifeng stopped Xiao Er, who was about to leave: "Let me ask you, who is living next door?" Why does it seem that there is a quarrel? β
"Did the guest officer ask the next door? There lived demonic and decent people. Xiao Er looked at Mu Zifeng suspiciously, "Guest officer, why are you asking this?" β
Mu Zifeng took out a silver ingot from the money bag and put it in Xiao Er's tray, and when he saw Xiao Er's face showing joy, he said unhurriedly: "I first came here, and I was a little curious, so I asked." Can you tell me a little bit about that? β
Xiao Er sat at the table with Mu Zifeng, and he didn't hide it, and said frankly: "It's not a martial arts fight, the people living next door are all decent, and then they have internal differences, they are originally divided into two factions, and they are divided into two factions, and they are divided into two factions, no, today the two of them just entered the store together, and the opponent met the opponent, so they quarreled in full swing." β
"What are the Demon Sects, and what are the decent ones?"
Xiao Er continued: "The Demon Sect is headed by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Ethereal Pavilion, the Lingxu Sect, and the others are all low-end sects. The only ones led by the decent ones are Lanyue Tower and Tingxue Pavilion, and the others are also some low-end sects. β
"What about the next door?"
Xiao Er said disdainfully: "I didn't say anything about their sect, just because they are the same sect." Realizing that he was talking too much, Xiao Er turned to say, "The guest officer doesn't have any instructions, the little one will go down first, you use it slowly." β
Mu Zifeng poured himself a glass of wine, thoughtful.
"Ahem!" A sip of liquor went down his throat, and his face was flushed with choking.
"How is liquor?" He poured himself a cup of herbal tea and poured it down his throat.
Hey, there was no beer in ancient times, Mu Zifeng thought a little sadly.
"Bang!" With a bang, Mu Zifeng raised his head and looked at the man in black covered in blood at the door, and the crumbling wooden door kicked open by the man in black.
"Who are you?" Mu Zifeng picked up his sword vigilantly.
"Save ...... I, please...... Help me......" The man in black collapsed to the ground.
Female?
Mu Zifeng stepped forward and helped the woman to lie on the bed, and when he came to the door, he saw several black-clothed people with swords searching for something from room to door.
He hurriedly closed the door, looked at the woman on the bed, and struggled for a moment.
"Little sister, offended."
As soon as he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, and the quilt was covered with the quilt for himself and the masked woman, the door was kicked open, and at this time, the wooden door finally could not hold on, and fell to the ground with a "clang".
Mu Zifeng rubbed his eyes, pretending to be awakened and looked towards the door.
"Who are you, what are your intentions in breaking into other people's rooms in the middle of the night!" Mu Zifeng pulled the quilt and looked at the fierce man in black at the door with a frightened face.
"Stinky boy! Ever seen a woman? A man in black said viciously, "If you don't tell the truth, Lao Tzu killed you with one sword." β
"I didn't ...... I didn't see it, I slept here all the time. β
"Who is that?" The man in black pointed his sword at the woman lying next to Mu Zifeng and asked.
"I ...... My daughter-in-law. β
The man in black obviously didn't believe it, and slowly walked towards Mu Zifeng with a long sword.
Mu Zifeng stared at the man in black tightly, if they took another step forward, he would definitely fight with them.
Just as the man in black was about to tear off the quilt and Mu Zifeng was about to draw his sword, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "People are over there!" β
When the man in black heard this, he turned around and chased after him.
Mu Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt and sat up, only to find that his clothes were soaked.
didn't care about this, so Mu Zifeng went to call Xiao Er.
"What do you command?"
"You go find a doctor, this girl is injured." He turned his head to look at the person on the bed and added, "I'm buying her a dress." β
Xiao Er took the silver given by Mu Zifeng, "Guest officer, there is no doctor opening the door on the street this big night." Not to mention shops that sell clothes. β
"Gauze, you always have gauze here, right? Bring more clean gauze, as well as gold sore medicine, a basin of warm water, and a few more handkerchiefs. Mu Zifeng said speechlessly.
"Okay, get it right away." Xiao Er looked at the silver in his hand and couldn't close his mouth excitedly.
Gauze and gold sore medicine were not worth a few dollars, and this man gave so much silver at once. It's really a big wrong.
However, taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, Xiao Er quickly took what Mu Zifeng wanted.
Mu Zifeng poured a large sip of liquor into his mouth, and endured the pungency in his mouth to help the masked woman up.
"You! What are you doing! The masked woman quickly woke up, she pulled her clothes on, and looked at Mu Zifeng fiercely.
Helplessly, there was wine in his mouth and he couldn't speak, so Mu Zifeng had to hurriedly gesture with sign language, meaning that he took off her clothes in order to give her medicine.
But the woman obviously didn't understand what Mu Zifeng meant, thinking that Mu Zifeng was a prodigal son, so she slapped him in the face in anger.
Feeling the hot feeling on his face, Mu Zifeng spit the wine on the ground in one gulp, and said angrily: "Why don't you know what to do with this woman!" I was kind enough to help you heal your wounds, and you slapped me. β
"I don't need you to help me heal my wounds." She propped herself up on the ground with her sword, trying to get herself on her feet.
Mu Zifeng saw her staggering towards the door, turned over and lay on the bed, and said in his mouth: "Dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know good people's hearts. β
"Bang." A muffled sound sounded in the doorway.
Mu Zifeng turned over and got out of bed, saw the woman who fell at the door, shook his head, hugged her to the bed again, and said while undressing her: "It's just rigid, you are so seriously injured, it is estimated that you will die on the road before you are found by those people in black." Thanks to you for meeting me, I'm not a person who can't be saved. β