Around dusk, the most lively time of the inn, eating, filling every table in the dining room, the guys running the hall sweated profusely, carrying a large plate, ran out of the kitchen.

When he was about to reach the hall, the man adjusted his expression, so that his face, which was impatient because of his busyness, became light, and he held a large plate in his hand, which was full of wine and food, but the man was not slow, and he was used to the weight in his hand day after day.

The shopkeeper glanced at him lazily and said, "Be careful, May 18, it is not appropriate to see blood." ”

"Got it, shopkeeper!" said the fellow cheerfully.

On the eighteenth day of each month, the night is a full moon, and the full moon can not see blood, which is a custom in Luzhou in the southeast region; Yuelai Inn is a small inn leading to Luzhou, and there are some merchants who go to Luzhou live in the inn.

In addition to merchants, there are the most warriors, and when eating, the steel knife is pressed under the elbow, and there is no doubt that it is a warrior.

When the man passed by a table with a steel knife, he suddenly stumbled under his feet and was about to fall, and when he was about to fall, a gentle force lifted him up.

He was supported by a man, a bearded man, wearing a hat, a faceless face, wearing a short shirt, and his bare skin was shining with a bronzed sheen.

"Thanks, guest. The man glanced at the dozing shopkeeper and whispered.

"You're lucky, May 18, and it's not good to see blood. The man said that his voice was rough and cold, like the sound of two pieces of metal rubbing against each other, and it was very unpleasant.

The young man couldn't help but shudder, and said in a trembling voice: "Know, know, thank you, thank you." "Hurry away.

The man poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it with his head up, the spicy taste that made him sober up for a moment.

"May 18, it is not advisable to see blood. He whispered and drank another bowl.

A neighing of a healthy horse came from the door, and the shopkeeper woke up suddenly, and shouted: "Little Er, go and see who is coming, in the summer, can you make people worry a little more?"

The business of the inn is excellent, and the service attitude is also very poor; if you can't stand the poor service, you can leave, but you must be prepared to sleep in the barren mountains.

There is only one inn within a hundred miles, and if there is more, you need to enter Luzhou City.

"Good Rat!" the guy replied, as if he was singing, and he couldn't say it sound.

He was walking towards the door, but saw a young man in white walk in.

The face is like a crown of jade, the eyes are like shooting stars, the two faint eyebrows are tightly twisted, and the indescribable entanglement, although the sword, it is a wooden sword, the wooden scabbard, the wooden hilt, presumably the sword body is also wooden.

When he came in, he went to the counter and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, stay in the store." ”

"It was full. The shopkeeper replied lazily.

The young man frowned and said, "Then let's eat." ”

"The table is full. The shopkeeper continued to answer lazily.

The young man frowned, his eyes swept over the dining room, and when he swept to the man with the knife, his brows expanded.

"It's okay, I'll share the table with someone. ”

The young man left a word, Shi Shiran, and walked towards the swordsman.

There were many warriors in the inn, and there were many knives on the table, but there was only one swordsman, and the young man walked up to the only swordsman, sat down by himself, and said, "Brother Tai, don't mind sharing a table." ”

The man raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said lightly: "If you can bear it, sit down." The body naturally exuded a murderous aura, but it was only within three feet of his body, only pointing at the young man.

The young man frowned slightly, but when he saw that there was wine on the table, he quickly laughed and said, "Don't you mind if I drink?"

It was a beautiful hand, as white as jade, with slender fingers, and the skin on the wrist was as smooth as an egg.

The man glanced at the hand, frowned, and said, "Drink, May 18, it is not appropriate to see blood." ”

The young man smiled "hehe" and poured himself a bowl of wine, don't look at his white face and beard, but when he poured the wine, he was very bold, a full bowl, not fake at all.

"Drink!"

The bowl hung in the air, as if waiting for the man's response.

The man glanced at him, his eyes flashed, and he met his wine bowl.

"Bang dang!"

There was a crunch, and the two bowls slammed together, not a drop of wine spilled.

"Good kung fu!" the man sighed, and drank it all, the liquor was in his throat, and it was so hot that he was extremely sober.

"Good wine!" he exclaimed.

The boy also drank it all, and his bold appearance made Jean ignore that his face was so young.

"Good wine indeed. He said.

"Your name is Zhao Weiliang, right?" the young man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly asked.

The man pondered for a moment, poured himself another bowl of wine, and said, "Not bad!"

The corners of the boy's mouth blocked a smile, extended to the corners of his eyes, and disappeared invisibly.

"Okay! I've been looking for you for a long time. The boy said.

The man sneered and said, "Kill me?" and poured another bowl of wine, the wine surging up, and his face flushed.

The boy said, "Naturally. "I also poured a bowl of wine, and my face did not change color.

The man looked around and said in a deep voice: "Come tomorrow, May 18, it is not appropriate to see blood." ”

The young man laughed: "Killing people may not lead to blood." ”

The man was visibly stunned, his brows furrowed, and he muttered after a while: "My knife, not so fast." ”

The young man stared at the wooden sword at his waist and said faintly, "But my sword is fast enough." ”

A sword, silent, the hall was still chaotic, the merchants were chatting, the warriors were drinking, no one noticed the man's table, there was one person missing.

No one even thought that since the person who was missing disappeared, he hadn't moved, bowed his head and kept his eyes down, keeping the same movement, no life.

The night is getting deeper.

The full moon climbed to the zenith, and this moon was very thick, very cold, and very clear.

The young man walked in the moonlight and muttered to himself: "Zhao Weiliang, nicknamed One Knife and Two Cuts, the No. 1 Killer in Luzhou, the master of the late Huayuan Dynasty, it's a pity." ”

This young man is Han Chuang who joined the inner gate, the outer disciple, after joining the inner gate, he can be regarded as a real disciple of the Qingzhu Sect;

The inner disciple is the core of the Qingzhu Sect, enjoying more benefits, and at the same time completing the sect's tasks, there is a jade bi in the sect, and the jade bi posts tasks every day, and if you complete any to get a certain number of points, you can exchange the points for martial arts or pills;

It was this swordsman named Zhao Weiliang who killed them.

The task of killing Zhao Weiliang also hangs high on the top of the jade, but before Han Chuang, no one dares to take it.

The cross said that Zhao Weiliang's knife was very, so fast that the knife flashed, and it was cut in two, but he didn't expect that even if it was a knife that was cut in two, there was no chance of a knife in front of Han Chuang.

It's not that he's slow, it's that Han Chuang is fast, and he's fast.

After practicing the Nan'a Sword Sutra, Han Chuang felt that his sword was getting faster and faster, and he could see some shadows before, but now he couldn't even see the shadows.

The sword that is extremely fast, even a master like Zhao Weiliang, who is in the late stage of Huayuan, can't resist it.

The moonlight sprinkled in front of Han Chuang, outlining a tortuous path, he seemed to walk unhurriedly, but in fact, with every step he took, his body moved forward naturally.

Shrink the ground into inches!

If a warrior sees it, he will definitely recognize it, and shrinking the ground into inches is not a body method, but a way to describe the body method to the extreme. After practicing the Nan'a Sword Sutra, Han Chuang was able to use the peerless body method of shrinking the ground into inches through the serpentine instantaneous step.

There is a wild temple in the mountains, which is Han Chuang's foothold in Luzhou; walking through the land sprinkled with moonlight, and coming to a well in front of the temple, Han Chuang hoisted a bucket, used the well cable to draw a bucket of water, and poured it on his head.

The well water slipped from his bun, from his clothes, from the edge of his sword, and between them, and the cold touch made him sober.

"I wonder if there are any more interesting tasks?" Han Chuang said to himself with a smile.

At this moment, he was awakened by a "beep" sound.

It is the communicator of the inner gate of the Qingzhu Sect, a jade pendant, similar to the mobile phone in the previous life.

Han Chuang turned on the transmitter, and a female voice suddenly drilled into his ears: "Little Hanzi, go back to the sect soon, there is another interesting task." ”

Han Chuang smiled, this voice was like a jade bead rolling on the snow, soft and moist, indescribably good, not who his senior sister Liu Qingfu was.