Wancheng, Nanyang County Governor, is located at the intersection of Yangzhou and Jingzhou, and is one of the largest cities in Yangzhou.

Shangwan Inn, the largest inn in Wancheng. It is often the first choice for large businessmen to eat and stay, not how exquisite the food and drink of the inn, how elegant the room is, and most importantly, safety.

The innkeeper Huang is an eight-sided figure, and he has a very good relationship with the local black and white forces, so as long as the traders live here, the ordinary little thieves will not dare to have any crooked ideas.

In the past two days, the inn has been very lively, and some fresh faces that have never been seen have been moved in one after another. These people were polite in their words, but from the fierce aura emanating from their eyes and the weapons they carried, it was clear that these residents were not ordinary vendors, but like people in the rivers and lakes.

Needless to say, this must be all for the Ximen family's swordsmanship, although Ximen Villa has the protection of the beggar gang, but now the beggar gang is a good hand, and is trying his best to suppress the demon cult that is about to move, and now the people sent to Ximen Villa are some second- and third-rate masters, whether they can stop these heroes in the end, it is difficult to say.

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Mo Qiushui and a few people stayed here overnight, had breakfast early today, and were packing up, planning to leave immediately and go to Ximen Villa tonight.

"Little junior sister, can you bring the master's letter?" Wei Chen took the reins of the horse and tugged at it, and asked.

"With that, you can't lose it. Mo Qiushui said as he pulled out his white horse from the stable.

"According to me, the master doesn't actually need to write any letters, as long as he talks to Simon's family, they absolutely agree. Zhang Feng said.

Mo Qiushui ignored Zhang Feng, turned his head and asked, "Uncle Feng, are you okay?"

The four of them left the inn and headed north, heading towards Ximen Villa.

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In the conference hall of Ximen Villa, Ximen Zhenxing sat upright looking at a letter, and Mo Qiushui and others drank tea and looked around from time to time. Next to Simon Zhenxing, stood Simon Tingfeng and other clansmen in the family.

Ximen Zhenxing read the letter from beginning to end, folded it and put it on the table, and said to Wei Chen: "Master Mo has the beauty of this cooperation, and I am grateful for it, but this condition——"

"What's the matter?" does the owner of Ximen Village think something is wrong?" Wei Chen asked.

"Hehe, there's nothing special wrong, it's just that I exchanged one Tianshan Nine Swords Diagram for three Tianshan Nine Swords Diagram, the old man doesn't think it's very fair. Simon Zhenxing smiled.

As soon as Wei Chen was about to speak, Ximen Zhenxing raised his hand and waved, and then said: "Of course, what Master Mo said in his letter is very clear, as long as I promise, I will definitely protect the safety of one hundred and thirty-two people in my Ximen Villa." It's just that the old man has a better way, so that you and I can have the interests of both families. ”

Wei Chen looked at Mo Qiushui, and then at Zhang Feng, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Ximen Zhenxing glanced at a few people and said, "I have no objection to the exchange of sword techniques, but the Snow Mountain Sect needs to agree to three conditions." If the Snow Mountain Sect can't agree, even if my Ximen Mountain Villa is in decline, I will never hand over my swordsmanship. ”

Mo Qiushui said: "Uncle Simon, if you have any good ideas, you might as well talk about it, if it is really good for you and me, I will go and talk to my father." ”

"Huh. Ximen Zhenxing smiled slightly and said: "Niece Mo is fast talking, and she is worthy of being a child of the rivers and lakes." Okay, then I'll get straight to the point.

First, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect must make a written agreement with my Ximen Villa, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect and Ximen Villa are eternal allies, my Ximen Villa is weak, with the reputation of your faction, it can deter the young people in the rivers and lakes and protect my Ximen Villa.

Second, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect must first copy a copy of the Nine Swords of the Tianshan Mountains of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect and send it to Ximen Villa, and Ximen Villa will also copy a copy of the three Tianshan Nine Sword Maps, and after the Snow Mountain Sword Sect brings the sword drawings to Ximen Villa, after the two families exchange sword drawings with each other, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect can take away the copy of the swordsmanship of Ximen Mountain Villa.

Third, allow my son Ximen Wubei to join the Snow Mountain Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect. ”

Mo Qiushui said: "Uncle Simon, we can't be the master of the three conditions you mentioned, and we need to ask my father before we can give you an answer." ”

"This naturally needs to be told to Master Mo, but the road is far away, and everyone came from afar, just in my Ximen Villa, stay a few more days. Take a short break, and then go back to say goodbye. ”

Saying that, Ximen Zhenxing waved his hand, came over to the two family members, and ordered: "You take the four distinguished guests to the room to rest." ”

He said to Mo Qiushui again: "Niece Mo, if you have any needs, just tell these two subordinates, you don't need to see them." ”

Mo Qiushui waved his hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Simon, but without further ado, we will leave first and go back to resume our lives." ”

Ximen Zhenxing said: "Even so, the old man is not good to stay long, and Niece Mo has a smooth journey." ”

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In the Shangwan Inn, Shangguan Xiaoyao has lived for more than half a month, and he was a little bored on this day, so he changed his dress, put away all the royal decorations on his body, and changed into the clothes of an ordinary rich son, four maids and two guards, and also changed into maid and family clothes.

People come and go on the street, it is very lively, Shangguan looks at the various people on the street, the vendors are selling, and his heart feels a little comfortable.

Turning a street corner, a young man dressed as a rich boy not far in front of him was coming out of a pharmacy, holding a bunch of medicinal herbs in his hand, his face was blue and purple, and his eyes were quite resentful. Around him stood six beggars dressed in tatters, all with dirty faces and fleshy faces. The six of them all held a bamboo stick in their hands, pushing and shoving the young man from time to time, scolding and swearing without knowing what to say.

The beggar pushed the young man forward, and Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was idle and had nothing to do, gave a slight gesture, and two guards dressed as family members followed behind him.

The rich boy and the beggar walked out of the gate of Wancheng and walked towards the West Gate Villa. The rich boy had obviously been injured in the leg before, and it was very inconvenient for him to limp away, and a short-bearded beggar waved a bamboo stick, pointed it at the young man's back, and scolded: "What are you pretending? Go quickly!"

The young man glared back at him, and the short-bearded beggar said angrily: "You still dare to stare at me?"

Bang, another long-bearded beggar raised a stick to hold the bamboo stick of the beating beggar, and said: "He Laosan, it's almost okay, if you kill him, can his father Ximen Zhenxing, that dead old man, still give us a sword score?"

"Hmph, cheap boy!" the beating beggar scolded, "Don't play dead, get up and hurry." ”

The long-bearded beggar said: "Okay, okay, this kid's bones are so hard, he doesn't snort when he is injured like this, you beat him and scold him He is not affected by himself, and the sword score will be said when he has it." ”

Two young beggars came on either side and set up the young man, and the group continued to walk forward.

As he was walking, a beggar suddenly shouted, "Who are you?"

The rest of the people paused, only to see two tall and thin young men dressed as domestic servants blocking the way, and immediately raised their bamboo sticks and looked at the two of them vigilantly.

One of the young men raised his hand and pointed at the rich boy and said coldly, "Leave people behind." ”

The short-bearded beggar took a few steps forward and scolded, "Fuck, what are you two doing?

Another young man saw the short-bearded beggar take a few steps forward, and immediately smelled a foul smell in his nose, and frowned: "If you don't leave anyone, you will die." ”

When the short-bearded beggar heard this, he laughed: "You two little white faces, you also learn from the uncles to rob the house, you really eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, dare to find my beggars' bad luck, hahaha......"

The short-bearded beggar was laughing, and the young man's finger that was originally pointing at the rich boy had already pointed at his head, and the finger curled and ejected.

With a bang, the short-bearded beggar's head exploded, and the splattered brains, blood spurted to the ground, and the headless body trembled for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground, shrinking into a mass of meat sauce.

"Ahh

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and immediately scattered and ran around.

The young man sneered, and his tall and thin figure had disappeared.

The scattered beggars did not run a few steps, their bodies were invariably weak, and they fell forward, and their five dirty heads fell to the ground, and they rolled forward several feet before they stood still.

With a soft click, the young man returned to his place and walked towards the rich boy who had fallen to the ground with another young man.

The rich boy seemed to be frightened, trembling and trembling, looking at the two of them with a frightened face, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth wide open.

"What are you going to do?" the rich boy exclaimed, holding his strength.

"What are you afraid of, save you. The young man flicked his finger again, and the rich boy immediately fainted.

Another young man said, "Carry it back and show it to your son." ”