In the early morning, before the rooster crowed, Wen Fu got up early in the morning, or he didn't sleep at all, his eyes were red, with bloodshots, a little hideous.

After making a large cup of refreshing tea and drinking it, he barely recovered some of his spirits, said hello to Xu Baichuan, who had been sitting here early, and began to go to the back kitchen to work.

According to the current situation, those beggars will come in about half an hour, and he will have to be prepared.

Besides, it's still Laba today.

The materials are sufficient, and the hot water inside has been boiling all night, as long as the materials are put in, it is done.

Everything was in order, according to the original idea, and by the time he brought out the porridge, there was already a long line outside, all holding dishes and chopsticks in anticipation, and their faces were full of anticipation.

They had lived in this realm for half their lives, and they may have been rich and wealthy in the past, but now they have been reduced to the streets, and if it were not for Wen Fu giving them these meals, they would have frozen to death in this freezing and snowy land.

There are a lot of good people, but they are not so easy to meet.

Everyone made a bowl of porridge as usual, took a few steamed buns, and divided two cloves of laba garlic, and they were not in a hurry to gobble up after being hungry all night, but silently bent down to Wen Fu and saluted.

To put it bluntly, Wen Fu is their food and clothing, and they are just a courtesy, and there is no shame.

Wen Fu nodded his head and said a lot of attentional words.

Although it is not very useful, and it is not as valuable as clothes and steamed buns, but in the ears, it is an unseen concern.

After working for nearly an hour, the sky was already bright, Wen Fu rubbed his sore wrist and scooped himself into a bowl of porridge.

Mo Tianyu walked down from the upper floor, empty-handed, without carrying the spear, and walked straight to Wen Fu, looking at his sleepy look, he suddenly spoke, "You are a good person." ”

Wen Fu was stunned and didn't respond, he actually felt that he was a good person, whether it was him, even the beggars outside and those neighbors thought he was a good person.

Bad people don't give porridge to the poor for a few years, after all, if you count it like this, even if it is a family property, it won't last long.

People live a lifetime to seek wealth first, and then seek power, and when wealth and power reach the peak, they think about how to live longer.

But power and immortality will not appear in these Shengdou small people, it is difficult to produce one out of 10,000 people who practice longevity, and power and power to be an official also need you to be a scholar, if you don't have any touches, then all you can care about is being rich.

Money can lead to ghosts and gods, and money can make ghosts grind, which is an old saying that has been handed down for thousands of years, all of which prove the importance of money.

If you have the money to give a little on weekdays, people will praise you for being a good person, but if you give alms every day without interruption, most people will be foolish.

It's not like this to spend money, let alone Shengmien fighting Mi Qiu!

Wen Fu is a good person, but he is a fool in the eyes of many people.

Mo Tianyu stretched out his hand to make a bowl of porridge, but felt that it was not enough, so he picked up another laba garlic and stuffed it into his mouth, and it didn't take long to spit out the garlic.

A pitiful look.

Wen Fu couldn't help laughing, and the haze in his heart was cleared a lot.

Mo Tianyu stared at him viciously, "What are you laughing at? ”

But these words were really weak, and Wen Fu's laughter became louder and louder, and even outside the inn could be heard.

Mo Tianyu suddenly felt unhappy, gritted his teeth, and rubbed his hands, wanting to give Wen Fu some color, but although the ideal was good, it failed to achieve it in the end.

Xu Baichuan had already put down the book and looked at her not far away, so that she didn't dare to act rashly.

Yesterday's tentative battle has always been in my heart, Xu Baichuan actually beat her back with only a bamboo chopstick, no matter how you look at it, she is not an ordinary person, the realm is higher than her, maybe she is still a character sent by some gate.

Such a young heart fire is rare, and it has to be dire.

Mo Tianyu put the bowl down, didn't know what he was thinking, and quickly went upstairs again.

Wen Fu cleaned up the messy tabletop, wiped it from top to bottom, and nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't take the previous episode to heart, Mo Tianyu gave him a lot of money, he was his guest, he was still very generous, and Mo Tianyu was a woman, and his temper was so ordinary.

Wen Fu yawned, slowly walked in front of Xu Baichuan, and said apologetically: "Master Xu, I am a little sleepy below, so I will trouble you to take care of this shop today." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded slightly, and agreed.

Then he watched Wen Fu enter the room to sleep.

So Xu Baichuan was the only one left in the inn.

Time passed slowly, in a blink of an eye, most of the morning was over, although it was an inn, but on weekdays except for those beggars very few people came, so the inn has been very quiet.

It's quiet, but it's not permanent.

Towards noon, the silence was broken, and a little beggar came running outside the inn.

"Brother Wen, help, ...... to kill someone"

The screams were sharp and sharp, attracting many people along the way, but all of them shrank their hands and watched, not wanting to help.

Individuals sweep the snow in front of the door, and don't care about the frost on the tiles of others.

If you don't meddle, you don't get into trouble, and most people agree on this.

The little beggar ran to the hall, panting and shouting Wen Fu's name, thinking that Wen Fu could appear immediately, but this shout did not work, Wen Fu had not fallen asleep for two hours, and at this time it was difficult to wake up even if it was thunder.

The little beggar was so anxious that he was sweating, his face was full of panic, and at the same time he had a lot of regrets, it stands to reason that such a thing as killing someone should be entrusted to the government, not to find Wen Fu.

It's just that Wen Fu has helped them too much in the past few years, and when they encounter a crisis, they will remember that there is such a person.

It can be said to be trust, or it can be said to be grabbing a sheep to pluck its feathers, but in any case, the little beggar is here after all.

Xu Baichuan stood up and put the book away, and there was a slight noise, and then the little beggar realized that there was still a person here.

The little beggar scratched his head, a little suspicious of his eyes, but now that the situation was critical, he didn't have so much time to think about this, but began to look at Xu Baichuan quickly.

When he saw the autumn wind sword on his waist, his eyes couldn't help but get excited.

As a beggar, he is in contact with the nine streams of the rivers and lakes on weekdays, and he is very familiar with chivalrous warriors, and these chivalrous warriors usually carry weapons on their bodies.

Could it be that the son in front of him is a chivalrous man?

The little beggar didn't hesitate too much, and soon asked Xu Baichuan for help.

"This hero, help. ”

Xu Baichuan pulled the corners of his mouth, which was considered to be the title he deserved, and then he got the reason for the incident from the little beggar's mouth.

The little beggar was in a hurry, and his words were a little incoherent, but he still told the general idea.

After they returned, they were jubilant and gathered together, thinking about how to celebrate the New Year, but when they returned to the beggar's den, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The old, weak, sick and disabled who stayed in the beggar's nest were actually killed, and they wanted to run, but there was no way to enter the heavens and no door, and they were surrounded to death, and then only the little beggar ran out for help with his thin body.

Xu Baichuan frowned, but he didn't delay, let the little beggar show the way, and then jumped out of the inn, leaving only a word for the little beggar to guard the inn.

The little beggar nodded blankly, and watched Xu Baichuan disappear from sight with a stunned gaze.

Leaving the inn, stepping on the snow, and crisscrossing the beams of the houses, I saved a lot of time, so it didn't take long to reach my destination.

The scene in front of him was indeed as the little beggar said, there were many corpses lying outside the low bungalow, of different ages, but the scars on the bodies were the same, all knife wounds.

It stands to reason that so many corpses, even in winter, will have a lot of blood flowing out, but in the alley, these corpses are only slightly frozen in the wounds, as if there is no blood in the body.

Seeing this, Xu Baichuan actually had a guess in his heart, no matter how good his kung fu was, ordinary martial artists couldn't do this situation, thinking about it, only cultivators could do this kind of thing.

In addition to the Three Righteous Paths in heaven and earth, there are also many mountains and wild cultivators with mixed minds, and it is not unusual for them to do this kind of thing for their own cultivation.

What's more, there are not a few people who even slaughter cities and countries for the sake of their own cultivation.

After all, in the eyes of most practitioners, harming others and benefiting oneself is the right path.

Xu Baichuan has anger in his heart, the sword cultivation line originally came from the rivers and lakes, and he has not left the rivers and lakes, and he has always carried the temper of the chivalrous and righteous people in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, which is also one of the reasons why the way of the rivers and lakes has never been extinct.

Listening to the faint cry, the anger in this sword cultivator's heart became heavier, and his body swept away by the strong wind with a little tiptoe.

At the same time, not far away, in a dead end, three black-clothed swordsmen were slowly approaching a group of people, their steps were not fast, but they were like ghosts in the underworld, and every step they took made the group even more frightened.

The crowd huddled together, almost merging with the wall, and they wanted to escape, but it was a dead end, and the way out was on the other side, and they couldn't get out.

The women held the child in their arms, trembling all over, desperately trying to hide the child deeper into their arms, and the child, after all, was too young to know what was happening, but looked at the three black-clad swordsmen with wide curious eyes.

In front of the woman, there was a man who was already desperate, this attack was sudden, and they didn't give them any time to prepare, they originally thought that they had provoked some forces in the rivers and lakes, and were thinking about how to make amends to avoid this disaster, but they never thought that the black-clothed knife man would not give them time to open his mouth at all, and he would kill with a knife.

You must know that this is the place where all the beggars in Qinhuai gather in ten miles, even if most of them go out to beg during the day, there are more than 400 people who stay here, but now there are only 100 people left alive, such an act is simply outrageous.

The crowd was desperate, and they didn't have the heart to resist in the face of pursuit, they just wanted to escape, and now there was no escape, just like a lamb to the slaughter, they could only wait for death.

The three black-clothed swordsmen had surprisingly the same footsteps, even their arms swinging at the same speed, and at the same time dragged their knives to the front of the crowd, raised their knives at the same time, and slashed them at the same time.

Only this time no lives were lost, and no blood poured into the knife.

The black-clothed swordsmen suddenly looked at Xu Baichuan who suddenly appeared, and did not immediately swing their knives, but said in unison: "Death to those who stand in my way!"

Xu Baichuan didn't say much, he just handed out the autumn wind.

Under his perception, the realm of the black-clothed swordsman is very weird, if it is counted separately, it is just a refining method, but these three are connected together like a whole, and the realm goes straight into the heart fire, vaguely having the atmosphere of the peak of the heart fire.

No matter how you look at it, it's a tricky opponent, so there's no need to keep your hands on it, and you don't need to say more.

The sword is.

Damn these three black-clad swordsmen!

A cold light suddenly appeared, cutting through the air and hitting the neck of the black-clothed swordsman.

This is his angry shot, and his power is extraordinary.

With the howling cold wind, the black-clothed swordsmen who faced the autumn wind were alarmed, and immediately set up the long knife in their hands in order to stop the sword.

It's just that how can it be so light, Xu Baichuan has been saving for a long time, and his sword qi has long been majestic, so sharp, not to mention the fire in his heart, even a Lingtong monk has to weigh his own catties.

After all, it is not the Three Sects that are facing now, nor the Shan Zeye Cultivation, but the world-famous Sword Cultivation.

Why is Sword Cultivation famous?

Naturally, he relied on the sword in his hand to kill step by step, enter the demon domain to kill the saint, fight with the monks of the three sects, and force the world to recognize the killing power of the sword.

There is also a rule that is spread along with the recognition, and within three feet of the sword, all are dead.

In the past, there were people who didn't believe and died.

Therefore, this criterion was firmly remembered by the people of the world, Chen Fei was in control of the overall situation, and no one dared to get close to the sword cultivation.

Xu Baichuan took out his sword angrily, and the speed was naturally extremely fast, and before these black-clothed swordsmen could react, they had already entered the three-foot land.

The land of three feet is the world of sword cultivation.

As a result, the black-clothed swordsman who was invincible just now suddenly had many small wounds on his body, and at the same time, his steps were also retreating, and he didn't stop until he retreated more than ten steps.

The crowd at the back is considered to be kept at a safe distance.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Xu Baichuan who suddenly appeared, and felt that he was in a trance dreaming, just now it was a mortal situation, and now he is safe, where is this green-shirted swordsman sacred?

"He is Xu Gongzi of the Wen Inn, I know him, he has spoken to me!"

The crowd was made up of beggars, and many of them had received the favor of Wen Fu, so naturally some people left an impression on Xu Baichuan who lived in the inn.

"Xu Gongzi, you must win!"

I don't know who shouted this sentence first, and it didn't take long for this voice to echo in this alley.

Xu Baichuan didn't have time to care about the surging crowd, but swept by with a sword, and slashed towards the black-clothed swordsman again.

Although the one just now achieved results, it did not make him very satisfied, according to his speculation, that sword could have seriously injured the black-clothed swordsman, not the current appearance of light injuries.

But he didn't have time to investigate the reason, since the sword didn't work, then he would come again.

The sword aura was cold, rolling up a large area of snow, and the sharp aura revealed in it was extremely terrifying.

You must know one thing, in the autumn wind, there is still a sword immortal sword qi, although it has not been used, but the breath revealed alone is enough to give Xu Baichuan an advantage.

The black-clothed swordsman retreated again and again.

The sword light followed on it, and it quickly slashed off an arm.

The momentum of the black-clothed swordsman suddenly went wrong.

In the final analysis, these three people are just practicing the Fa, because they form a sword formation with each other to have the strength of the heart fire, but this strength is not stable after all, as long as one of the places goes wrong, it will collapse, and then there is no need to worry.

Heart fire and refining are two realms, and the difference between them is not the same.

Xu Baichuan raised his sword and swept forward, not giving the opponent the slightest chance to breathe, and the Dao sword light was born, overflowing with murderous aura.

This sword cultivator has killed many people, so it is not recommended to add three more.

What's more, such scum is innocent of death.

The long sword came in an instant, and soon landed on the chest of a black-clothed swordsman, cutting through a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, dripping with blood, and touching the heart.

And this sword is not only like this, the sword light did not stop, but turned upward, and soon cut off another arm.

Now of these three black-clothed swordsmen, only one of them has sound hands, and the other two have all broken an arm, but despite this, their knives are still firmly held in their hands, and there is no pain on their faces, as if these wounds, these constantly eroding sword qi do not exist.

The black-clothed swordsman looked numb, they didn't feel the pain, they just endured it.

Shan Zeye has all kinds of strange methods, and it is common to endure pain.

Gripping the long knife in his hand tightly, the breath hooked together, forming a majestic momentum, as if the whole jumped high, and three blood-colored knife lights slashed towards Xu Baichuan.

The sound of hunting is full of murderous spirit.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Xu Baichuan snorted coldly, not afraid at all, the autumn wind turned, and he jumped on tiptoe.

If the big sword slashes from top to bottom, the momentum is overwhelming, and the sound of the sword is echoing throughout the alley.

The sound is loud and audible.

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Not long after Xu Baichuan left, Mo Tianyu walked downstairs with doubts in his eyebrows, it was obvious that according to what she imagined, it should be Xu Baichuan in the inn, not a beggar.

As for the little beggar's shouting before, it was blocked by the soundproof formation in the room, and she didn't hear it, so she was curious.

The little beggar looked at Mo Tianyu, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, his eyes widened, and he looked stunned.

Mo Tianyu's appearance is naturally not bad, even if he is placed in the ten miles of Qin Huai, who is like a cloud of beautiful women, he can be regarded as the top handful of people, coupled with the momentum generated by his cultivation, it is very different in the eyes of people.

Mo Tianyu frowned, a little unhappy in her heart, she hated that someone stared at her like this.

The little beggar was shocked by the invisible momentum, and returned to his senses in a trance, and the words in his heart came out involuntarily.

"What a beautiful fairy sister. ”

Mo Tianyu listened to the words in his ears, and the dislike in his heart dissipated, and it was always good for someone to praise his beauty.

After all, who doesn't care about their appearance among women in the world?

If this were the case, there would not be so many Taoist women who have researched pills such as the Pill for Staying Beauty.

Mo Tianyu walked to the little beggar's side, thought about it, and tried his best to ask what he thought just now.

The little beggar shrunk his neck, a little uncomfortable, but he repeated the reason.

Mo Tianyu didn't hesitate after listening to it, just gave a few short words of command and ran straight towards that place.

As he ran, a spear suddenly appeared.

The little beggar looked confused, and it took a long time to react.

The little beggar muttered to himself, "Could it be that these are all immortals?