Twilight.

Still no wind.

The cold froze the snow on the eaves into ice, and the hanging icicles intertwined their teeth, like the teeth of hellhounds that choose to devour people.

The sharpest teeth.

Han Chuang pushed open the door and walked in.

There is a place in the world where you can eat delicious food instead of a restaurant, and you can sleep with beautiful women instead of a brothel, and as long as you have money, you can get everything you want here.

When Han Chuang walked into the inn, Eleven Dawson's cold gaze met his body.

Eleven eyes, six people, five complete people, one one-eyed.

There were six tables in the hall, all five of which were occupied, and only the middle one, which was empty.

Han Chuang frowned slightly, but after a while, his brows relaxed, and he turned his head and said, "Qingqing, Uncle Ge come in." ”

Uncle Ge is the coachman, who was originally in the handlebar type in the market at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, and made a living from short distances, but he couldn't stand Han Chuang's two gold ingots and took over the business.

When he walked into the inn, his body trembled suddenly, and he said, "My lord, I'll still be in the car for the night." ”

The horses pulling the cart were in the stable, the carriage was near the stable, and the stable was outside, but it wasn't too cold, but even if it was an ice cave, Uncle Ge would rather jump into it than stay in this inn with a strange atmosphere.

All eyes were on him, and he felt like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves—hungry wolves with green eyes.

"How can this be? It's still snowing outside, so Uncle Ge will go in." It was Nie Qingqing who spoke, she was dressed in white, with a gray fox fur on her shoulders, and as soon as she entered the door, she smiled enchantingly.

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly, he even heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

"What a goblin. She gave Nie Qingqing a blank look, and Nie Qingqing smiled and gave him a smile.

"Well, well. Uncle Ge said, his eyes still wandering.

Han Chuang smiled, beckoned the two of them to sit down at the empty table in the center, asked for a pot of wine, ordered a few side dishes, and drank slowly.

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and said in a greasy voice: "I told you, don't drink it." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "I don't have any wine in my drinking bag." He clearly remembered the mysterious man's instructions to Nie Qingqing - to take care of his wine bag.

But if he does not reconcile the wine in the wine bag, this command cannot bind him. So this wine—he drank it with peace of mind.

The inn began to be lively, and from time to time there were men in leather jackets entering, and there was no table, so they fought with the first six people, who were also good-tempered and did not refuse.

Han Chuang kept drinking, glass after glass, only occasionally moving his chopsticks twice, but there was no drunkenness in his eyes, and he still looked around with a clear gaze.

Suddenly, a voice sounded on the table in the corner: "I heard that Gongzi Yue, the core disciple of the Qingzhu Sect, is dead." ”

Another voice continued: "Yes, I heard that he died in a green building in Los Angeles, with a dagger engraved with the logo of the Evil Moon Sect in his chest!"

"Did the Evil Moon Sect do it?"

"I think so, didn't I hear recently that the Evil Moon Sect made a comeback in Yunzhou?"

"A hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff!"

......

I didn't expect them to move so fast.

Han Chuang frowned, Luocheng is a small city near Yinshan, he came all the way from Luocheng, but he didn't expect that there would be a core disciple of the Qingzhu Sect who died in Luocheng.

The fall of the core disciples of the Qingzhu Sect was something that had not happened in twenty years, and this time it happened suddenly, and the martial artists near Yunzhou could not be allowed to talk about it.

Han Chuang didn't notice that at this moment, Nie Qingqing's face showed a trace of obscure panic.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Chuang said, he thought that Nie Qingqing was not feeling well, since he woke up, Nie Qingqing's health has not been good, which made Han Chuang very worried.

"Nothing, just a little cold. Nie Qingqing hurriedly tucked the corners of his clothes.

Han Chuang didn't care, and continued to listen attentively, although he was not familiar with the dead Gongzi Yue, but after all, they were all disciples of the Qingzhu Sect, and the psychology of the rabbit dying and the fox was still some.

"It's a pity, a core disciple. Han Chuang sighed.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the door: "Xiao Er, is there a table?"

The voice was immature but very cold, cold like a new knife, the knife is a good knife, but unfortunately I haven't seen blood yet, so the cold is a little too much.

As soon as he heard this voice, Han Chuang's eyes were full of smiles, the person who came was the young swordsman who had stopped them just now, some of the shabby gray robes were stained with some snow, but there were no snowflakes on his head.

Xiao Er said with a regretful face: "Guest officer, there is no table anymore, why don't you make do with it and share a table with someone." ”

The boy said, "Give me a pot of wine." He didn't accept Xiao Er's suggestion, and was about to take the wine and leave. The boy was accustomed to walking alone in the snow, and the cold had seeped into his bones.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded: "If you don't mind, come to my table." ”

The young man's eyes were slightly raised, and he saw Han Chuang's bright smile, the sincerity revealed in this smile was enough to melt the ice, but his eyes were still cold.

"I mind!" he said, his expression unchanged.

Han Chuang smiled disappreciatively and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to invite me to drink? ”

The young man said coldly: "But I haven't beaten you yet." ”

Han Chuang said, "Then I'll invite you to drink." ”

The boy was silent for a long time before he spat out a single word: "Good!" The figure flashed, and then he came to sit down on the opposite side.

As soon as this body method lit up, the inn immediately fell silent, and everyone stared at the young man with an incredible appearance, as if they had seen something shocking, and the fact was that this young man's body was as fast as a ghost.

Han Chuang's eyes narrowed into a slit and said, "The body is good." He poured a glass of wine for the young man, looked around, and noticed that although the eyes of the first six people were full of consternation, there was more of a hatred.

Undisguised, naked hatred.

The smile in Han Chuang's eyes became even stronger.

The two didn't communicate, they just kept drinking, and Nie Qingqing didn't stop Han Chuang, just looked at him with a smile in his eyes, this smile was narrow and contained deep meaning.

As the night deepened, most of the people went back to their rooms to rest, even Xiao Er and the shopkeeper were lying on the counter, playing Hache listlessly.

The tables in the dining room were still filled, six tables, one table for Han Chuang and his party, one table for the other five people.

The young man drank the last drop of wine in the cup, suddenly got up, and said to Han Chuang, "Thank you for the wine, I'm going to deal with some personal matters." ”

Han Chuang smiled, glanced at the five men who didn't leave, and said, "Is it them?"

The boy was silent, and after a while, he said, "Thank you for the wine." ”

"Smack!"

The one-eyed man slammed the table, shaking the wine twice.

"Boy, do you remember Lao Tzu!" the one-eyed eyes were round, and he had to be angry, full of anger.

The young man looked at him for a long time and spit out three words: "I don't remember." The tone is calm, very calm, and it is not like saying it deliberately in order to provoke the man.

But the more this happened, the one-eyed man was angry, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire: "Okay! You kid doesn't remember Lao Tzu, but Lao Tzu can't forget you for the rest of his life."

As he spoke, he lifted the eyecloth that covered his right eye, and saw a dark and deep hole, where there were still eyeballs.

"Lao Tzu's eye was blinded by you!"

The young man didn't look at him, and said coldly, "I've been blinded a lot." The tone was indifferent.

This indifferent tone completely angered the one-eyed man, and he roared loudly: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember Lao Tzu, it's good that Lao Tzu remembers you, today Lao Tzu is taking his brothers to take revenge." With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Brothers, guy, gouge out his eyes for me!"

The sound of Zheng was connected, and the five men drew their swords at the same time, and the five snow-bright waist knives put the young man in the center, and the battle was about to break out.

Nie Qingqing lowered her head and chuckled, glanced at Han Chuang charmingly, and said softly, "Aren't you going to help?"

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Why do you want to help?"

Nie Qingqing said, "That's your friend." ”

Han Chuang said: "It's a friend who doesn't help." ”

Nie Qingqing raised her eyebrows and said, "You are so confident?"

Han Chuang smiled: "It's not confidence, but believing in him." ”

Before the words fell, the young man drew his sword, and the arc flashed, reflecting the stunned and frightened faces of the five big men.

With a snort, Han Chuang put down his wine glass and smiled, "Look, I said I didn't need help." ”

Under the necks of the five men, a blood mark appeared at the same time, and blood shot out of the wound.

Han Chuang smiled, raised his wine glass, and said, "Friend, what's your name." ”

"Ugly, my name is Ugly. ”

Han Chuang laughed out loud and said, "Ugly, a good name, people are like their names." ”

Nie Qingqing gave him a charming look.