That night, the owner of the pavilion did not see the man, and the guests staying in the pavilion almost all heard a man howling in the room where Guan Yijian was staying all night.

In troubled times, no one wants to bother with this stall, and many guests are so noisy that they just cover their heads with quilts and force themselves not to listen to the miserable howls of killing pigs.

The next morning, everyone saw that the man's legs seemed to be a little unnatural when he walked, and his legs unconsciously skimmed outward.

When Guan Yijian called out to the man, the man looked at the other guests who were eating in the hall with a bitter face, and there were many people eating at this time, but no one looked up at him.

"What are you rubbing?" Guan Yijian slapped the table in front of him, glared at the guy and yelled: "If you rub it again, I will look for you later!" ”

Hearing him shout like this, the guy shivered with excitement, and hurriedly ran to Guan Yijian's table, bowed his head and said, "Guan Ye, Guan Ye, what is the so-called thing to call Xiao?" ”

"What's the matter?" Guan Yijian frowned, pointed to the beef in front of him and said, "Taste what this taste is for yourself!" You beef was cut from a dead cow, right? ”

"How can it?" The man looked at the beef on the plate with a bitter face, and said to Guan Yijian: "This cow was slaughtered by the master's family yesterday, and now the meat is soaking in the well water, where will it be cut from the dead cow?" ”

"Humph!" Guan Yijian sneered twice, reached out and grabbed the man's collar and said to him, "You also said that it wasn't cut from a dead cow?" The cows are all soaked in the well, but are they still alive? ”

"This ......" the guy was stunned by what he said, yes, the cow that was killed the day before is now soaking in the well, how can the cut meat be said not to be cut from a dead cow?

"Don't do this, that, that." Guan Yijian glanced at the man, picked up the plate containing the beef and stuffed it into his arms: "Go, change the plate of meat cut from the live cow for the master, or you can come to my room by yourself tonight and tell me clearly." ”

"Don't! Other! As soon as the guy heard Guan Yijian say that he wanted him to go to the room at night, his legs were suddenly weak, and he broke into Guan Yijian's room two days ago and saw things that he shouldn't have seen and had been punished, and he didn't dare to go again today.

The guy was scared to death, but Guan Yijian glared at him, grabbed him in front of him, and the beef in the buddy's arms suddenly splashed him.

Beef was splashed on his body, and he even had a reason to provoke, so he stood up suddenly, grabbed the man's collar and scolded: "You thing with no eyes, follow me into the room." Look at me not picking your skin today! ”

was held by a sword, the guy's face was like ashes, the owner of the building was not there, he looked at the other guests in the store for help, almost everyone was eating with their heads buried in it, and no one had the intention of standing up for him at all.

In the huge lobby, there was only one guest sitting cross-legged behind a table, looking at Guan Yijian who was spreading wild eyes without blinking. It was a tall, feminine guest with a handsome face, and behind another table beside him sat a young man who was slightly older than him and looked very lean.

Behind the tables around the two young men, there were more than a dozen samurai wearing short swords.

Although these samurai were all eating with their heads buried in their heads, the discerning man could see that their attention was all focused on the young man.

The guy found that the young man was looking at Guan Yijian, and cast a look of help with a bitter face.

The young man shook his head, smiled helplessly, and was about to get up, when the young man sitting next to him reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes, shook his head slightly, and signaled him not to meddle in his business.

Where can their movements escape Guan Yijian's eyes, when he looked at the young man's gaze, he was immediately attracted by the young man's handsome appearance.

Guan Yijian grabbed away the guy in the pavilion who was being held by him, and walked towards the young man with a wicked smile.

When he walked towards the young man, the eyes of more than a dozen people focused on him at the same time, including the young man, more than a dozen people all pressed their swords on the hilt of their swords, looking like they were facing a great enemy, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

Guan Yijian walked to the young man's table, sat down cross-legged with him, and unceremoniously picked up the big wine on the young man's table, regardless of the fact that the young man had drunk with this wine before, and drank the remaining residual wine in it with a tilt of his neck.

After drinking, he was lewd. The evil man winked at the young man twice and said, "This little brother is a talent, and he is very pleasing to me, why don't you sleep with me tonight?" ”

As soon as he said this, a samurai sitting next to him quickly stood up and drew his sword and shouted at him: "Presumptuous! Did you also cling to my son-in-law? ”

Guan Yijian didn't raise his eyes to look at the warrior who stood up, and still looked at the young man with an obscene face.

This young man was none other than Xiang Qing, the first woman Xiang Ye met when he first came to this world. It is precisely because she is a woman that the samurai who protects her are so excited.

Xiang Qing ignored Guan Yijian, she glanced at the young man sitting next to her, and saw that the young man was lowering his head and tasting the wine syrup in the syrup, so she also lowered her head and ate the food by herself.

"How's it going? This little boy! Guan Yijian saw that Xiang Qing ignored him, and stretched out his hand to grab Xiang Qing's hand.

His action caused quite a stir in the lobby, and when his hand reached out to Xiang Qing, the more than a dozen warriors sitting on the side all stood up at once, and drew their swords to surround him.

The samurai who had spoken earlier stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and raised his hand to lift him up.

As soon as the warrior's arm was exerted, a green light flashed, and one of his arms was slashed off by a sword.

Guan Yijian stood up with a short sword in his hand, he glanced at the samurai who was rolling on the ground in pain with his arm cut off, and said to the rest of the samurai: "Your son-in-law is sleeping with me tonight, if there is anyone who is not satisfied, he is an example!" ”

Two samurai were about to step forward to support the samurai whose arm had been cut off, but as soon as they moved, they felt a figure flash in front of them, and the samurai with the broken arm suddenly stopped howling, and a head flew out in the air, and the cavity with blood shot straight to the ground.

"You dare to kill!" At this moment, all the samurai were furious, and one of them shouted loudly and threw himself at Guan Yijian.

The two white-clothed swordsmen who had eaten with Guan Yijian had been sitting there without moving since they had just been fighting, until Guan Yijian and the warriors fought, and the two of them drank and ate by themselves as if they hadn't seen it at all.

The guy in the hall originally expected the young man's entourage to drive Guan away with a sword, but he didn't expect to cause a fatality, and he ran towards the door with a frightened "Mom".

Before he could run to the door, a white figure stopped in front of him, and he looked up in horror to see the face of a white-clothed swordsman who had been eating at the same table with Guan Yijian earlier.

"Where are you going?" The white-clothed swordsman looked at the guy in the pavilion who crashed into his arms with a blank expression.

"I'm ......" The guy stammered and just said the word "I", when the white-clothed swordsman pressed the hilt of the saber and jerked his hand, and the short sword made an arc of light and cut it over the man's throat.

Pity this guy was only ****ed two days ago, and at this time he inexplicably became a wisp of grievances.

The warriors who followed Xiang Qing were all among the best warriors in the barracks, and they were all good at charging into battle, but when it came to fighting with the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes, they were still weaker. After only a few rounds of fighting, more than a dozen samurai lay on the ground.

The lobby of the pavilion was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood, and after Guan Yijian killed these warriors, he turned around with a wicked smile and prepared to continue teasing Xiang Qing.

When he looked back at where Xiang Qing was sitting, Xiang Qing and the young man who had been sitting next to her were gone. He hurriedly turned his face to look at the door of the pavilion, only to see two figures rushing towards the white-clothed swordsman blocking the door.

The white-clothed swordsman held the short sword in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and the two people who rushed towards him were extremely fast, and he was not ten percent sure that he would be able to stop them.

But he also knew that if he didn't stop these two people, Guan Yijian would definitely not spare him afterwards, so he could only block the door of the pavilion with his flesh and blood.

When Xiang Qing and the young man beside her rushed towards the door of the pavilion, another white-clothed swordsman who had been sitting behind the table also rushed towards the door.

This white-clothed swordsman was closer to the door, so naturally he arrived earlier than Guan Yijian.

The white-clothed swordsman blocking the doorway held a short sword in his hand, and when the two of them rushed to the front, the short sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out and stabbed into the chest of one of the figures.

The figure was none other than Xiang Qing, and when the short sword of the white-clothed swordsman stabbed into her chest, her feet swirled, and her body spun around and continued to rush towards the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman stabbed his sword into the air, and was about to retract his sword and stab it again, but before he could withdraw his sword, there was a pain in his neck, and then his eyes went black, and he was no longer conscious.

Xiang Qing held the short sword that was still dripping blood in his hand, glanced at the young man beside him, and the two of them rushed out of the hall and ran straight towards the city gate.

The white-clothed swordsman who rushed to the door first saw that his companion was killed, and hurriedly quickened his pace and followed closely behind the two.

Guan Yijian was far away from the gate, and by the time he rushed out of the hall, Xiang Qing and the young man had already run a distance of nearly a hundred steps.

He didn't even glance at the corpse of the white-clothed swordsman lying at the door, and chased in the direction where Xiang Qing had fled.

Xiang Qing and the young man watched Guan Yijian kill more than a dozen good soldiers in the army in just a moment, knowing that if he was against him, it would not be his opponent, the two of them were not fools, and when they met an invincible enemy, they naturally chose to go first.