The sky is full of wind and sand.

Yang Jian knocked on the door of the post station.

After a while, he heard footsteps, and then only heard a "squeak", and a little brother dressed as a child appeared in Yang Jian's sight.

"This master, are you staying in the hotel or?"

The moment Xiao Er saw Yang Jian, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still greeted Yang Jian enthusiastically.

"A room with a good number, a table of food and drink!"

"Okay!" Xiao Er shouted to the back kitchen as he walked up to the second floor with Yang Jian.

There were a lot of guests in the hall, most of them were people from the rivers and lakes with swords, and there were a few monks who couldn't see their faces in black robes, but Yang Jian really felt the familiar True Yuan aura on their bodies as soon as they came in.

"Interesting!"

Yang Jian hugged Yun Lan and walked upstairs with an expressionless face, and along the way, everyone in the rivers and lakes lowered their heads in a panic when they saw Yang Jian's forehead, with a sense of déjà vu that a mouse had seen a cat.

"This master, this is the best room in the store!"

After Xiao Er stopped in front of a guest room and flatteringly pushed the door open, Yang Jian looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "How much?"

"No, no!" Xiao Er was startled, and said in a panic: "Uncle, you misunderstood, don't collect money, don't collect money!"

"En?" Yang Jian was slightly stunned, but then he seemed to understand something, nodded and walked in: "Okay, you go get busy, remember to get the wine and food as soon as possible!"

"Okay uncle, good uncle!" Xiao Er closed the door for Yang Jian with a sigh of relief, and then went downstairs with palpitations.

The hall was noisy again.

"Little second brother, let's burn the knife wine again!"

"Okay, uncle, wait a minute!"

"Little second brother, I'll add a plate of side dishes here!"

"Okay!"

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Seeing that the post station was back to normal, Xiao Er also began to get busy, but just as he passed by a black-robed man's table, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly said: "Little Second Brother, let me ask you something!"

As he spoke, he placed a silver ingot on the table.

Xiao Er's eyes lit up, and he smiled and put away the silver ingots on the table: "This uncle, may you ask, the little one knows everything!"

"Well, the guest you brought to the upper room just now is a monk from the Refining Weapon Sect?"

Xiao Er's face turned on one side, and he looked around in horror, and after finding that no one was paying attention, he swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice: "This uncle, although I don't know if the uncle just now is from the Refining Weapon Sect, but I can be sure that this uncle definitely has something to do with the Refining Weapon Sect, look at his forehead, it's too infiltrating!"

"Well, which room is he in?"

"This ......" Xiao Er hesitated.

The black-robed man took out a silver ingot again and put it on the table, Xiao Er swallowed and spit, gritted his teeth and said, "A Heavenly Room!"

"Okay, you go down and serve me another pot of wine!"

"Okay, uncle, wait a minute!"

Xiao Er continued to work when he heard this, leaving only the black-robed man looking at the wine glass in his hand lightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

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in the room.

Yang Jian put Yun Lan on the bed, a little strange why Yun Lan hadn't woken up yet, after all, even if he was unconscious, it was almost time to wake up at this time, so he released a trace of Yuan Shen power into Yun Lan's body.

In an instant, his body shook, and he saw the familiar picture of the cave, the hot magma flowing along the stone wall, exuding steaming heat, and looking at it, in the center of the fiery red magma, a woman with her hair scattered was hanging in the air, and her body was covered with whipping and burning scars.

"Woman!?"

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, and he was about to take a closer look, when he heard a girl's cry: "Mother...... Mother......"

Rumble!

Yang Jian was struck by lightning, and the power of the Yuan Shen instantly retreated, looking at Yun Lan on the bed in shock, it turned out that he didn't know when, the crack in Yun Lan's eyebrows was gradually closing, and then returned to normal.

"What's going on? Is Yun Lan's ability out of control?"

Yang Jian frowned and pondered for a while, and after making sure that Yun Lan was still breathing, he was puzzled.

The picture he saw just now was obviously what Yun Zhongtian had seen Yun Lan to use his abilities before, but this time he saw it more completely, not only seeing the location, but also seeing a woman who had been tortured.

Mother?

Yang Jian glanced thoughtfully at Yun Lan, who was still unconscious, and had a faint guess in his heart.

And just then, the door slammed.

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, and after covering Yun Lan with a quilt, he said lightly: "Come in!"

"Hey, uncle, the food you want has arrived!" The person who came was the shopkeeper, who carefully put the food on the table, and bent over and smiled.

"Well, the food is good!"

Yang Jian sat down and looked at it, there were six dishes and one soup, and there were all meat and vegetables, which could be said to be very rich.

"Then uncle, you use it slowly, and if you want to retire!" said that, Xiao Er cautiously retreated and closed the door.

Yang Jian looked at the food on the table, looked at Yun Lan again, and said to himself helplessly: "This is good, the wine and food were originally prepared for Yun Lan, but now she is in a coma and wants it in vain!"

Having said that, Yang Jian was still ready to taste the taste, after all, even though he had now opened the valley, as a person from the big food country who had crossed over, he still had a desire to eat!

However, just after he took a sip of soju, his body paused slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to eat his meal as if nothing had happened, until about half a pillar of incense, he suddenly fell on the table with his head covered and dangled, and did not move.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

I don't know how long it took, the door was quietly pushed open, and a black-robed man instantly entered the room and closed the door, and after seeing Yang Jian fall on the table without moving, he smiled disdainfully: "What kind of cultivator of the Refining Weapon Sect, but that's it!"

As he spoke, he walked up to Yang Jian step by step, stretched out his hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand, and then slashed at Yang Jian's head without hesitation.

However, in the next second, Yang Jian's hand suddenly raised and clamped the dagger with two fingers.

The black-robed man's face changed greatly, and he suddenly released the dagger and rushed out, but as soon as he turned around, he found that Yang Jian was standing in front of him with a smile, and played with the dagger in his hand.

"You ......"

"Interesting! It's really interesting! I thought it was the shopkeeper who drugged me in the wine, but I didn't expect it to be a guest!" Yang Jian touched his chin and looked at the nervous black-robed man in front of him strangely, "We don't seem to know each other, right? Why did you drug me and put me to death?"

The black-robed man was silent for a while, and then said hatefully: "Just because you are a monk of the Refining Weapon Sect, you deserve to die!"

"Refining Weapon Sect?" Yang Jian frowned.

"That's right!" the black-robed man seemed to be out of his mind, and ripped off the hat on his head, revealing a beautiful long hair, "Since it has fallen into the hands of your group of demons, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it!"

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