In the entanglement, Feng Yishan didn't dare to talk to a Tatar in front of everyone, it was too shocking.

In this way, the group of Tatars threw away a few ingots, drank some tea, and arrived home at a loss, and the lobby was full of joy on the face of the shopkeeper.

The smashed table was also carried down by the guy for simple repair, and the swords and blood marks on it were still brand new and ruthless.

The Tatars came and went quickly, and after the neighing of Herod's horses, they disappeared.

There were a few people in the group of brocade guards who wanted to chase after them, but they were stopped by the red-clothed Qianhu, and after thinking about it, they still gave up.

At this time, people can't run as fast as horses, so don't let the news get out when the news can't get out, and then take people in.

As soon as Jinyiwei made such a fuss, today's spirit was all on the Tatars, and even the weeping blood scholar paid a little less attention, which made Feng Yishan wonder if their real purpose was the same as himself, and they were also here to inquire about the inside news of Beiyuan.

The disciples of the Wudang faction and the monks of the Hanging Temple are also people who often travel the rivers and lakes, patience is the first quality of the people in the rivers and lakes, and no one has shown any impatience in the past few days, but it is not good after staying for a long time, and Feng Yishan is also afraid of any internal contradictions.

Since the group of Tatars left, no one else has come today, and the shopkeeper has lost yesterday's hospitality except for sending wine and meat to all parties, after all, everything that can be asked has been asked, and the rest, we are not so familiar!

Tonight, Feng Yishan, who had nothing to do, hid in the guest room and asked Shi Xuanxuan to teach everyone Tatar, after all, there are many skills that do not pressure the body, and they are temporarily holding Buddha's feet!

In the midst of all kinds of strange sounds and all kinds of laughter, Miki crunched open the door and came in.

It should be explained here that this desert inn receives large caravans, and the accommodation is provided by independent small courtyards, surrounded by broken fences, and there are single-family rooms in the middle, which are surrounded by dozens of rooms, and there is a lobby in the middle, and a few tables are placed.

Now it is in this lobby that dozens of people who are interested and forced to come by Feng Yishan are here.

The disciples of the Wudang Sect and the monks of the Hanging Temple gave a separate courtyard, and everyone still had to keep it a secret.

Shaharu doesn't know where he's been buried, and you don't want to find out from the surface anyway.

Coupled with the fact that hundreds of them eat, drink, and sleep, you don't even want to analyze whether there is one more person in it.

As soon as Santong came in, everyone looked at him, Santong quickly turned around and closed the door, and listened to the door for a long time before he came to Feng Yishan's side and said softly. "Owner, there's a good show to watch tonight. ”

"What's the show? Jinyi Wei and the Tatars are fighting?"

"No! It was a group of people who came from nowhere and sneaked into the Tatar courtyard. The Tatars slept to death, and did not notice it for a while, and I reckon it would not be long before it would be lively. ”

Not long after Santong finished speaking, before Feng Yishan could react to this matter, he saw a fire burning outside, the fire was burning rapidly in the dry desert, and thick black smoke came out of a courtyard.

Feng Yishan and the others hurriedly ran out of the yard, and saw that the brocade guard, the green gang and the horse boy, and the shop owners also ran out, but no one went to help put out the fire.

Suddenly, Feng Yishan thought, everyone is here, who is the person who set the fire?