The inn was full of tables and chairs, wiped clean, but it was quiet, as if there was no one.

The tip of Zhang Wuji's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

He gently took off the long sword on his back and put it on the table and called, "Little Er, there is a visitor." ”

"Here, here!" a thin man came out of the back room with his head down, with a towel on his shoulder, holding a tray in his hand, and laughing all over his face, "What do you want?"

"Do you have any human meat buns I want?" Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

"The guest laughed, how can we have that kind of thing in a serious inn?" Xiao Er's face stiffened slightly, but he quickly squeezed out a smile again.

"No?"

Zhang Wuji's face was a little puzzled: "Then why did I smell blood on you? Didn't I just kill someone?"

"You ......!" Xiao Er's face turned pale, and then suddenly became hideous.

"Boy, if you want to live, get out of here, don't be nosy. ”

Xiao Erse was very restrained, and threw the tray to reveal a bright dagger underneath.

There was still blood on the knife that had not been wiped clean, and it was clear that he had just killed someone.

"Song Liu, what's polite to him, kill something!" At this moment, a big man on the second floor jumped down with a machete in his hand and slashed at Zhang Wuji.

"Sonorous!" Zhang Wuji's long sword on the table was already unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and the machete in the big man's hand was broken in two, and he knelt on the ground with wide eyes and covering his neck.

"You, you ......!" the big man wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word, and his body fell to the ground limply.

It was only at this time that an extremely small blood mark was exposed on the neck of the big man, and even the bleeding was not very much.

Zhang Wuji put away his sword and stood up, looked at Song Liudao, "To answer my question just now, did you just kill someone?"

"Grandpa spare his life, the little one won't dare anymore!" The guy named Song Liu knelt in front of Zhang Wuji with a puff and kowtowed.

"Yo, yo, where did the dog dare to meddle with Lao Tzu's affairs!" At this moment, a group of four or five people walked out of the back house.

The first person held a big knife in his hand, and his clothes were a little untidy, but he was a third-rate good hand.

Behind him were six people, five of whom were each dragging a corpse, old and young, and the youngest was even a child of seven or eight years old.

In the back of the hand was a woman, in her thirties, disheveled, and her eyes glazed.

Zhang Wuji didn't need to ask to know what happened to her.

The leading big man waved his hand, and several people behind him giggled and threw several corpses in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Boy, people were killed by Lao Tzu, what are you going to do?" the big man took a few steps forward, stepped on the chair with one foot and spoke arrogantly.

"Why did you kill people?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously.

"What you are asking is all nonsense, Lao Tzu killed him if he didn't like it, and he still had a reason for this?"

"Haha, I think he was scared stupid by the boss, the kid didn't even tie his hair, so he learned from others to come out to do chivalrous righteousness, and he didn't look at how many catties and taels he had, go back to his mother's belly and practice for a few more years!"

"That's it, I think that carrying a sword is a hero?

A group of people were making a lot of ridicule, but Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh.

He swept over several corpses, especially the seven or eight-year-old child, who even had tears on his face.

"These days, really special human life is not as good as a dog!" Zhang Wuji sighed, and with a snort, the long sword was unsheathed, and a dodge rushed into the crowd.

The shadow of the sword flickered seven times in a single breath, and all of them, including the leading third-rate master, froze in place.

Then he plopped and fell to the ground.

Behind him, Song Liu took this opportunity to rush towards the door, Zhang Wuji caught a glimpse of it, and kicked a big knife next to him.

The big knife flew out with a whirl, and with a snort, it was directly inserted into Song Liu's heart.

"To be honest, I don't like you either!" Zhang Wuji's long sword shook off the blood droplets on it, and put the sword into its sheath.

"Ah......h

Zhang Wuji sighed again, but didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the inn.

But he had no intention of resting, and rode away slowly.

"Boom!" had just walked a short distance when a fire suddenly flashed in the inn behind him, and then it burned bigger and bigger, and finally the entire inn was shrouded in a raging sea of fire.

Zhang Wuji saw clearly that the only surviving woman did not come out of it.

"Huh...... This dog's world!" Zhang Wuji once again felt the bloody reality of the real world of rivers and lakes.

But he was indifferent, and he had no intention of saving the woman.

"The young man is so handsome!" a voice sounded not far behind him.

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look and found that it was a big monk.

"Something?" Zhang Wuji asked excitedly.

He killed a lot of people tonight, and it was said that he was chivalrous, but for some reason he didn't feel excited at all.

"The killing method is crisp and neat, I have a friend who is very similar to you!"

The great monk walked over with a smile and exclaimed: "With such swordsmanship at such a young age, I guess you came down from Wudang Mountain, right?"

"Yes and what? No, what?" Zhang Wuji said indifferently.

As he spoke, he turned his horse forward and continued to walk, ignoring the meaning of the great monk in the slightest.

"Originally, I had been with you for a while, thinking that if I came down from Wudang Mountain, I would be killed, but now I have changed my mind. ”

"Most of the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain are hypocritical and righteous people, so I see one and kill one, but I haven't seen you like this, you don't look like a Taoist priest, and you act like a person in my Mingjiao, but it's interesting. ”

The great monk strode to Zhang Wuji's side, not angry at all because of Zhang Wuji's ignorance, but talked to him.

"Are you from the Ming Sect?" Zhang Wuji also became a little interested and asked curiously.

"Mingjiao Wusanren Peng Yingyu Peng monk. The great monk did not shy away from his name in the slightest.

"What's your name?" asked Peng Yingyu.

"Wudang Zhang Wuji!" Zhang Wuji also did not mean to shy away.

To tell the truth, although this great monk is also an acquired master, he is not afraid, with nine yin and nine yang two kinds of divine skills, now he does not say that the world is invincible, but in the entire rivers and lakes except for a limited number of people, it is difficult for anyone to kill him.

"The grandson of the Eagle King and the righteous son of the Lion King?"

Monk Peng laughed: "It's fate." ”

"Are you going to the Bright Peak?" Monk Peng asked again.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji smiled brightly.

"What are you going to do?"

"By the way, which side are you helping this time when the six major factions are besieging Guangming Ding?" Monk Peng's face was a little strange, obviously thinking of Zhang Wuji's embarrassing identity.

"I'm not going to help anywhere, I'm the ...... to persuade you. Zhang Wuji said with a smile.