It's late at night, and the lights in Yingfu Town are still bright, and red lanterns are hung in front of every house.

Some people who take care of old customs even put an oil lamp under their bed after eating Chinese New Year's Eve, which is called the fire of the year. In the eyes of the people in the town, light means wealth, and when the house is full of light, the wealth of the coming year should also be full.

The emphasis is on the fact that if the lights are not extinguished, the wealth will continue, and the wealth will continue to be clear, and what can be done is to ensure that the lights are not extinguished.

The only passage in the town is still lively, the adults sit around the fire to watch the New Year, the children are not tired of playing crazy, the sound of firecrackers is mixed with the sound of fighting, and the fiery red light reflects the round snowballs, shouting happily.

Until the dead of night, the lights were still not extinguished, the children went back to their own rooms, sat on small benches and hooked their heads up and down, and finally couldn't stay sleepy and went to bed, and the adults were still drinking and chatting together, calculating how to make more money next year, which is quite sad on the day of the Chinese New Year.

The wind blew from the mouth of the town, on the snow that had long been frozen to be blown in the sturdiest, and blew through the big red lanterns hanging at the door of the house, blowing wisps of black smoke from the burning lights of each house.

The black smoke fled quickly, seemingly enveloping the entire town.

With the cold wind, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow sounded at the entrance of the town, and the sound was not loud, and occasionally a family threw two sticks of firewood into the stove to completely cover the sound.

When the fire was quiet, the footsteps began to slowly become clear again.

It's very procrastinating, not like a normal person who lifts up and falls with his feet, and seems to be too lazy to raise his feet up slightly more than a point, so it feels more like the person dragging his feet and slowly sliding forward in the snow.

In fact, it was almost like that, the footprints of the man were really invisible, only two long drag marks, like a carriage passing.

On his back was a green steel sword that was rusty and trapped in layers of iron chains, and a simple knife was slung across his waist!

The sound came from far and near, and Xu Chang'an and his party, who were sitting around the stove and had eaten and drunk enough, but had not yet felt the slightest sleepiness, instantly became vigilant.

Subsequently, this inn became the first house in Yingfu Town to turn off the lights.

Although the shopkeeper felt unlucky, he still felt that his life was the most important thing when he looked at everyone's appearance, so he hurriedly squatted down and shrank behind the cabinet.

The man soon came to the door of the inn and began to stop, staring at the door in front of him with sunken eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then shook his head slightly.

Gently pushed open the wooden door with both hands, and with a creaking sound, a pot of hot and rich soup pot splashed in front of him, and a silver spear pierced from the soup!

The silver spear pierced, and the soup quickly separated and squeezed around.

The man did not panic when he saw this, and long before the silver spear stabbed him, he had already stretched out a finger, tapped it forward, and randomly drew a regular circle in the air, and the speed was extremely fast and not as slow as his footsteps.

With his movements, the boiling soup swirled and danced in circles in the air, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the meat pieces and uneaten bones and vegetable leaves mixed in it separated from the soup and fell to the ground, and a pot of soup that should have been very rich quickly turned into clear soup.

The action of drawing a circle stops instantly, and the tip of the gun is lightly tapped.

The soup stayed in the air with the movement of his fingers, and the soup that should have been immediately pierced by the silver spear and then landed on the man's face turned out to be unusually stable, as if an invisible barrier had formed between the tip of the spear and his fingertips, and it looked so unbreakable.

Not only that, but the seemingly non-lethal pot of soup seemed to contain infinite power the moment the man raised his finger. With his lightness, Lin Ying suddenly felt that the pot of soup turned into a monstrous river towards him, and his body was unstable and quickly retreated back while retracting the gun.

Seeing that Lin Ying was about to hit the wall, even Yan Weichu, who had not had the slightest change in mood in the face of a sneak attack a moment ago, was like a great enemy, and there was no longer the calm breeze of the previous moment.

With a slight flick of her fingers, the ball of soup that was still in the air sped up, not directly hitting Lin Ying, but separating left and right with Lin Ying as the center, and quickly covering the wall she retreated onto.

It was only at this time that Yan Weichu breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead that did not exist at all.

As he moved, he inadvertently glanced down and found a young man crouching at his feet, while holding a black sword tightly in both hands and pointing upwards at him, as if he was thinking about where to stab.

The middle-aged man looked at the bare tip of the sword that had already found a target in the crotch of his pants, and his legs subconsciously clamped, and then licked his lips and resisted the urge to kick him away, and said angrily: "What are you going to do?!"

Xu Changan hurriedly stood up, took two steps back, took the black sword behind him, and said, "I want to see if you can find me." ”

A row of black lines instantly appeared on Yan Weichu's forehead, and he said in a deep voice: "I found you, how?"

Xu Changan gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

......

Lin Ying bumped into the soup water, and the soup was scattered by herself and began to flow down the wall rapidly, the girl frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what this meant.

After the monk poured the pot of soup, he had already followed the shopkeeper to hide behind the cabinet and shivered, and when he saw that there was no longer a fight in the field, the two dared to poke their heads out secretly.

Yan Weichu glanced around, frowned slightly, and said, "There are two people missing?"

"Mr. Nine is sleeping upstairs, if you want to sneak attack, you will miscalculate the time!" Xu Chang'an hurriedly said with a slight turn in his eyes.

When the monk heard this, he instantly squatted behind the cabinet and stretched out a thumbs up, obviously thinking that Xu Changan's answer was extremely ingenious, but he didn't expect this kid to have a good brain.

Yan Weichu nodded, not caring at all whether what he said was a lie or not.

Lin Ying took a step forward, pursed his lips and said, "Why do you want to help me?"

She said to help rather than save, because even if she hit the wall, her life would not be in danger, at most it would be a collision with flesh wounds.

"Someone's staring at me, and there's no reason for me to do anything to you. ”

Someone was staring at him? Everyone wondered what kind of existence could actually keep an eye on the powerhouse of the Nine-Foot Tianhe Realm in the territory of Chu State?

And the meaning of his words can also show that the strength of that person will not be weaker than at least himself, otherwise why should he stare at this number one swordsman of the Chu State?

Lin Ying thought about it simply, and quickly denied the idea that that person was Yang Hejiu.

The reason is very simple, a once dignified sword user will not admit in public that he is indeed not the opponent of another sword user, even if he lost a sword debate with the Sword Master ten years ago, but if you ask him who is stronger than the Sword Master, he will either keep his mouth shut, or he will not be able to compare, how can he admit that he is not an opponent so easily?

Besides, whether it is in terms of realm, experience, or actual combat experience, this Yan Weichu is obviously stronger than Yang Hejiu, and Yang Hejiu is now seriously injured twice and has not recovered.

Thinking of this, Lin Ying was extremely shocked and said, "Could it be the dean?!"

Yan Weichu didn't answer her question, but continued to ask, "Then there should be another one." ”

The room was silent, and the whole town was unusually quiet, and the sound of tiles being trampled on the roof could be heard clearly on this quiet night.

At this time, Yan Weichu suddenly realized, looked at the pair of young boys and girls and chuckled: "I admit that if you are allowed to grow up like this, it will definitely be troublesome in the future." ”

Letting Jiang Ming go to the roof was not for a sneak attack, but to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Xu Changan and Lin Ying didn't run away because they knew that Yan Weichu would not dare to kill the two of them, so they stayed here to buy time for Jiang Ming.

As for the monk, he didn't dare to escape, and the two of them could pretend that they were also from the Dachang Dynasty.

Xu Changan blurted out, "How troublesome?"

Yan Weichu stretched out his right hand, his two fingers opened a small gap, and then he looked down at his brows slightly furrowed, and then shrunk a little, and then nodded with some satisfaction: "It's about such a big trouble." ”

Xu Changan and Lin Ying couldn't help but be speechless as they looked at the peanut-sized gap in the moonlight, obviously thinking that Yan Weichu was mocking the two of them.

Of course, these words are not a mockery, the person who can make Yan Weichu, the number one swordsman of the Chu Kingdom, and the powerhouse of the nine-foot Tianhe Realm, feel troublesome, even if it seems to him to be an existence the size of a sesame mung bean, it is definitely not an ordinary person.

This evaluation is very high, but Xu Changan feels that it is still too small, at least it has to be as tall as the mountain in his body to be reasonable.

If Yan Weichu knew Xu Chang'an's thoughts, he would be afraid that he would not be able to help but slash this kid with a knife.

"Let her come back if I want to do it, she won't be able to run away. ”

The two of them thought about it briefly and thought that this was indeed the truth, and the group started to delay time because they were not the kind of people who were willing to be caught with their hands tied, but it did not mean that they could not recognize the reality.

The main problem is that Yang Hejiu is not here now, and if Yang Hejiu is here, he may be able to delay enough time for Jiang Ming to escape.

Jiang Ming turned back, the lights in the guest room were turned on again, Yan Weichu sat next to the stove to keep warm, and everyone sat in a row from afar, not even daring to gasp loudly.

This town is called Yingfu Town, but when the New Year is celebrated, it is not a blessing, but a plague god, and they are not in a better mood now.

Especially Jiang Ming, compared to the two Xu Chang'an, who did not dare to provoke the Chu State, his situation was even more dangerous.

The shopkeeper shrank behind the cabinet, peeking towards everyone with his eyes open from time to time, and quickly recognized the man who was carrying a green steel sword and a mouth knife.

As the number one swordsman of the Chu State, many local people had more or less heard of it even if they had not seen it with their own eyes, but he did not dare to come forward.

Somehow, looking at these outsiders who were also armed with guns and swords, as the shopkeeper of the people of Chu State, he always felt that the number one swordsman of Chu State who was carrying a Pu knife was more dangerous.