Feeling Song Mu's gaze, Yuan Xun smiled.

"Why, do you think I'm powerful enough to control these mountain bandits?"

Song Mu nodded undeniably.

"You are an immortal, isn't it easy for an immortal to control mortals?"

Yuan Xun said with a smile.

"It's a pity that the old man really can't control these bandits, the old man just understands people's hearts too well."

Song Mu said.

"Please teach me."

Yuan Xun suddenly asked.

"Why can this inn teahouse be open in such a peaceful place?"

Song Mu thought for a while.

"There's a backing behind you."

Yuan Xundao.

"That's right, it's a pity that their backer is not the Chongdu government, nor is it a certain big man related to your father, let alone an important member of the three states."

Song Mu narrowed his eyes.

"Their backers are bandits in the mountains."

Yuan Xundao.

"That's right, this inn teahouse, from a certain point of view, is often the eye of the bandits in the nearby mountains."

Song Mu suddenly realized.

"In this way, they can learn a lot of things through the inn while sitting in the mountains, and maybe this is also their intelligence station."

Yuan Xundao.

"That's right, we've been targeted since we walked in."

Song Mu was puzzled.

"Teacher, I don't think there's anything special about us, why are we being targeted?"

Yuan Xun explained.

"Because we chose the best private room in this inn restaurant, we gave the shopkeeper a very considerable tip."

"After entering the private room, we ordered the best food and drink."

"Pedestrians in a hurry generally don't spend so extravagantly."

Song Mu suddenly realized.

Just like people who rushed high-speed rail, trains or even airplanes in their previous lives, would they order a table of delicacies from mountains and seas at airports, high-speed rail stations, and train stations?

Or order a table of food in the car or on the plane?

Except for those who don't care about money.

"So, we have become the 'fat sheep' in the eyes of the bandits in the nearby mountains?"

Yuan Xun nodded.

"That's right, today is another lesson I'm going to teach you in addition to killing, from the subtleties, look at the world, and many vague veins will be very clear."

Song Mu understood.

The devil is in the details!

"The teacher is really careful."

He sighed.

Yuan Xun continued.

"There are eight bandits who came to the inn teahouse."

"You must kill these eight men by all means, and kill the people in the inn."

"Otherwise, once the news spreads, there will be countless bandits rushing towards this side."

Song Mu took a deep breath and clenched the "first ascension" in his hand.

If it is the deity Jiang Li here, don't say that it is the people in the inn teahouse and the bandits of this eight-person team, that is, all the bandits come, and they can suppress it with their raised hands.

But in the end, he was just a cultivator who had just entered Qi refining.

At the dantian, the little poor starlight is boiling.

"Bang!"

At this moment, with a violent muffled sound.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Eight bandits poured in instantly, standing in four corners with knives, forming an encirclement of Jiang Li and Yuan Xun.

In some stories and novels, villains always have to say a few words of hype when they appear.

But reality is not a novel, nor is it a story.

These bandits only said four words.

"Pay the money, live!"

The knives in their hands emitted a terrifying chill.

Immediately after, they saw the "first ascension" in Song Mu's hand.

Without any warning, they got their hands dirty.

It's not to kill Song Mu, but to control Song Mu first.

When a battle takes place, it's always a matter of time.

At the same time, Song Mu also sensed the motives of these bandits.

Although he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, the deity Jiang Li, but the city god who sits in Jingshan County, Ningzhou, is a human being in two lives.

"Khooth!"

The cold sword has not arrived, and the sword has been unsheathed.

The snow-white sword light is like the white belly of a fish rising in the east at sunrise.

At this moment, Song Mu understood why this sword was called "Chusheng".

Not because his former master was as bright as the rising sun.

It's this sword, which is what the sun looks like.

Song Mu's speed was very fast, and he took the lead in slashing at the nearest bandit in front of him.

Although he was only a Qi refining cultivator.

But cultivators are not comparable to ordinary people after all.

What's more, his body has experienced the baptism of Starlight, and he carries Starlight in his body.

Although the little is pitiful, Xinghui is Xinghui after all, and it is not comparable to the vitality of heaven and earth.

The most important thing is that Song Mu and Jiang Li are the same person.

These bandits didn't expect that Song Mu, a fourteen-year-old boy, would be so fast.

When the snow-white sword light illuminated the entire private room, they lost their minds.

At that moment, blood splattered and splattered all over the ground.

The bandit closest to Song Mu died.

As long as the sword is fast enough, killing a person is a very simple matter.

Fast sometimes refers to speed, sometimes to sharpness.

Here it is both.

The bandits still didn't come to their senses at the first time.

Their eyes were full of shock.

I didn't expect that the young man in front of him who was as beautiful as a jade seemed to be completely ruthless and didn't lose to them at all.

The next moment, they came back to their senses and looked at the bandit who was lying in a pool of blood and whimpering, their eyes were split, and they cried out sadly.

"Lao Wu is dead, kill him, don't be merciful!"

I didn't kill Song Mu just now, just to seek money.

Now if you want to kill Song Mu, it is to avenge the dead bandit.

The heroes of the green forest, the underworld of the rivers and lakes, are mixed with righteousness.

Song Mu took a deep breath and wanted to draw another sword.

But he didn't have enough starlight to pour into the "first ascension", so the "first ascension" was just an ordinary sword in his hands.

So the knives of the bandits blocked the "first ascension".

Then, another bandit closest to Song Mu kicked Song Mu on Song Mu's lower abdomen.

For a moment, he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't help but bend over and retch.

At the same time, a cold light flashed.

It's a bandit's knife.

The bandit seized the opportunity and stabbed at Song Mu.

He slashed Song Mu.

The gap between the cultivators of the Qi Refining Realm and ordinary people is not particularly large, not to mention that these bandits live a life of licking blood from the knife every day, and they cannot be regarded as ordinary people.

Blood was spilled, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone.

The pain in his heart made Song Mu gasp.

His face turned a little pale.

Death looms.

Even though he died, the deity Jiang Li also had the means to resurrect him.

But he didn't want to die yet.

Of course, he also knew that Yuan Xun would not make a move.

This is his spiritual course and a test for him.

If he can't kill these bandits and survive, then is he still worthy of being Yuan Xun's disciple?

Taking a deep breath, he didn't flinch, didn't run for his life, but began to fight back, handing a sword to the nearest bandit with lightning speed.

The sword flashed, and another person was killed.

Killing is only in an instant.

The bandits felt a chill in their hearts, and felt that the young man in front of them was a little ruthless, and even more horizontal!

However, the death of the two brothers also made them angry and red-eyed for a while.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes, called the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the dead.

The next moment, Song Mu began to fight hard.