Ahead came to a town.

The carriage stopped at the inn, and the man came out of the house: "Guest, I'll help you lead the horse!" ”

Behind the inn is the stable where the carriages are parked.

"Hmm" Zhang Wen turned his head and said, "Xian'er, come down first, let's spend the night here, and then we will go tomorrow." ”

"Hey!" Xian'er came down with her own baggage.

She found that Zhang Wen was empty-handed and asked, "Brother Zhang, you don't have any luggage in the car?" Why don't I take it down for you? ”

"It's gone."

Zhang Wen shook his head, patted the wine gourd on his waist again, and said, "I am worth this gourd and the wine in it." ”

Knowing that he cherishes wine, Xian'er has nothing to say.

The two of them entered the inn, and the shopkeeper had already heard the voice, and was waiting there.

"Two inside, please!"

The shopkeeper looks rich, has a mustache, and smiles: "What are you going to eat?" ”

As soon as you enter the door, the temperature inside and outside is different.

There was a stove burning in the house, and the temperature was quite high.

"Some meat dishes and a hot soup." Zhang Wen took off his cotton hat, shook the snow on his head, and pointed to a table not far from the stove, and said, "Xian'er, sit there." ”

Xian'er nodded and sat down on the stool.

After a while, the hot dishes and hot soup were served, and Xian'er followed Zhang Wen to gnaw dry food, and now that she eats hot dishes, she doesn't care about her image.

While eating, Zhang Wen noticed a few people in the corner of the store, looking here with thief eyebrows, their eyes gurgling.

He didn't care, as long as the food was okay.

After eating, it was completely dark.

The shopkeeper walked over and said, "The room for the two of you has been opened, and it's in the backyard." ”

He led the way, led the two to the backyard, and pushed open a door, which contained only a bed, a table, and a stove, steaming hot.

"I'm not..."

Xian'er looked at the bed in the room and wanted to explain clearly that the two of them were not husband and wife, but Zhang Wen covered her mouth and pushed the door: "Thank you, shopkeeper, we still have to rest." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and showed an expression of "I understand": "I won't disturb you two to rest." ”

Zhang Wen closed the door, but turned his head to find Xian'er sitting on the bed, her eyes red again.

Knowing that she was thinking about it, Zhang Wen said: "Something is wrong with this inn, eighty percent is related to beard, and someone treats the two of us as fat sheep." ”

If those demons and monsters who died under Zhang Wen's hands knew about this, they would definitely have to say a word that they couldn't do enough.

"Beard! What a mess! Xian'er asked nervously.

Ordinary people, they are scared half to death when they hear that they have a beard, who would be like Zhang Wen, who smiled as if he had thought of something funny.

"Wait."

Zhang Wen took a sip of wine and closed his eyes to meditate.

Xian'er was anxious to circle around the room, she saw Zhang Wen sitting and falling asleep, and she didn't dare to disturb her.

In such a tormenting situation, there was finally movement outside the door.

"Big brother, the lights are still on."

"What are you afraid of, rush in directly, the man is slaughtered, and the woman is pulled back to the mountain!"

"That's it! We have knives and guns in our hands! ”

There was a commotion outside the door, at least a dozen people, but Xian'er inside the door was so frightened that she trembled.

Rumble!

The door was kicked open, and the wind and snow entered the house, Xian'er screamed "ah" and lifted the scissors she was carrying.

Since the beginning of her solo adventure, Xian'er often has a pair of scissors on hand to protect herself.

"Yo! It's quite intense! ”

The bald head who came in the door patted the snowflakes on the top of his head and grinned.

He fanned the snow off his body, revealing the pistol pinned to his waist.

Seeing the gun, Xian'er was also afraid, but she knew that she couldn't accept her fate at this time, otherwise she would fall into the hands of this group of beards, and she would be worse off than dead.

"Scissors don't scare people."

Zhang Wen got out of bed, and the smell of alcohol on his face had dissipated.

"Don't pretend to be dead?" The bald head looked at Zhang Wen with disdain, but Zhang Wen had already pounced on him in a flash, punching quickly, and there was no elaborate boxing move, just the simplest fist smashing.

The next moment, more than a dozen people were lying in the snow screaming.

Some of the arms twisted strangely, and the broken bones pierced the cotton clothes, exposing them to the air.

Xian'er only felt that the situation changed as soon as she saw a flower.

Looking at the beard on the ground, and then at Zhang Wen, Xian'er's eyes changed completely.

"Do you want to learn?" Zhang Wen turned around and asked, "Although martial arts skills are not a powerful thing, when facing this group of bastards, they will not compare scissors." ”

"Hmm!" Xian'er nodded vigorously.

"If you want to learn, you can leave, this place seems to be unlivable."

When he walked to the lobby of the inn, the shopkeeper trembled and clenched his fists: "Dare to ask what the hero is called?" Please also raise your noble hand, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow for a long time......"

"I used to call myself a first-eyebrow chief, but I bumped into someone's vest, that's the title." Zhang Wen rubbed his chin: "I didn't think about it, I'll burn paper to tell you when I've thought about it." ”

"Huh?" The shopkeeper's doubts.

Zhang Wen waved his hand, and a palm fell, and the shopkeeper's brain exploded, and the blood collapsed on the wall.

"Ahh Xian'er was taken aback.

Such people must die.

When they met Zhang Wen, they failed to give in, but before that, they didn't know how many times they had succeeded, and they didn't know how many people they had harmed, if they let them go, they wouldn't have to pay back many people in the future.

Xian'er obviously knew this truth, and followed behind Zhang Wen with her head bowed while holding her own baggage, and did not say anything.

The carriage was also parked in the stables.

Get in the carriage and leave the town.

"You're a god?"

Xian'er asked.

"Of course not, which fairy have you ever seen who wants to eat?"

"Also, the gods eat incense." Xian'er nodded, agreeing with this explanation.

In the next few days, while Zhang Wen was in a hurry, he would also teach Xian'er martial arts.

Originally, he saved a fellow traveler by the way, but he didn't expect to become half a master in the end, but this time the apprentice's qualifications were very "average".

Compared with Young Master Long, Xiami, Ah Xing, etc., she is not half a star worse, but Zhang Wen is the most satisfying to teach.

It's like a peerless master who meets a mortal and gives him guidance, which also makes Zhang Wen addicted to being a master, but whether he will meet Xian'er again in the future, and what impact does Xian'er, who has a good martial arts have, have on Zhu Chuanwen's family, then it's not what Zhang Wen cares about.

Only legends remain.

If he can change Xian'er's fate, it would be even better, since Zhang Wen has the fate of cultivating and will definitely die, he has never had a good impression of the ethereal fate, and he must change it if he can change it.

Close to the city, fast to the train station.

Zhang Wen took out a bag of money and handed it to Xian'er: "Let's go here, if you are in trouble in the future, you can go to Hujiagouzi Liuling to find someone to help, say my name, whether it is a god or a ghost, I have to help face." ”

"Brother Zhang, I can't ask for this money." Xian'er shook her head and refused: "I've been eating and drinking with you for so many days, and I can't take any more money." ”

"Money, for me it's numbers."

"What's the number?" After so many days with Zhang Wen, Xian'er also found that fresh words always popped out of Zhang Wen's mouth from time to time, and he had to chew for a long time to understand.

Ordinary people are running around for money, but there is no one in the world who has no desires and no desires, if there is enough money, he wants power, Zhang Wenqiu is a little higher, he wants to live forever.

For Xian'er, she didn't understand this sentence, but she felt that Zhang Wen at this time was very realm, a sense of showing off that a full man was not hungry for a hungry man, if she wasn't familiar with it, she really couldn't help but want to scold.

The sadness of separation has also diluted a lot.

"Gone."

Zhang Wen waved his hand, and he left the carriage to Xian'er.

It's not easy to see someone who is pleasing to the eye and has a temper.

Xian'er, who was sitting in the carriage, watched Zhang Wen waving his hands, walking farther and farther, stunned.

Her fate may have changed.