Although the Jianghu people who drank in the lobby were very well concealed, the greed in their eyes could not be concealed no matter what, greed was the original sin, and no matter how they were indoctrinated, they could not be eradicated.

Wang Yuanbao didn't care, in fact, he was just slapping his swollen face and becoming fat, who wouldn't bluff people?

However, Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen were more calm than the king ingots, they didn't know why these strong or thin men kept looking at them, but soon, this doubt attracted the food in front of them.

The seemingly elegant inn is quite rough to eat, exactly the same as what is written in those dramas, large pieces of meat, large bowls of wine, this is the style that rivers and lakes should have.

Wang Yuanbao untied the thought of innocence on his waist and put it at hand, wine, he won't drink it, now these people in the rivers and lakes are eyeing him, and his amount of wine is only three bowls, this is still the result of the sloppy Tianjun Xie Sect Master pouring wine all the way.

Wine is good and bad, and it is also soft.

Good wine is warm and soft, with a long vigor, and it is most suitable for drinking and pecking slowly and leisurely with those extremely delicate side dishes, but the wine drunk by the people of the rivers and lakes is rarely so warm and soft, and the warm and soft in the mouths of these people who lick the blood at the tip of the knife is tantamount to fading out of the bird, and the most pleasing to them is those spirits.

The strong liquor with scorching mouth and strong enough stamina is the wine that Jianghu people should drink, drinking wine is not only for the pleasure of the tongue, but more, it is still the spirit of drinking.

The slightly thick wine poured out of the pot and fell into the ginger sword cultivation gourd, and a strong aroma of wine wafted in the lobby in an instant, causing Han Shen, who was sitting on Wang Yuanbao's right hand, to twitch his nose and stare at the wine jug with his eyes.

The wine fell into the sword cultivation gourd, but there was not the slightest clanging sound of the wine swaying in the sword raising gourd, Wang Yuanbao saw Han Shen staring directly at the wine jug in his hand, and couldn't help but be a little funny: "What? You want to drink too?"

Hearing this, Han Shen's eyes suddenly lit up with many little stars, and he nodded with joy: "Yes!"

Wang Yuanbao hadn't spoken yet, but he saw that a white and tender little hand had landed on Han Shen's ear, spinning and exerting force, such a delicate mastery of strength, even Wang Yuanbao, a martial artist who had stepped into the realm, could not do it.

It can be seen that everything in the world makes perfect through practice.

The familiar scream sounded again, but it was much more suppressed, Han Shen looked around the inn lobby with his residual vision, and saw that everyone was drinking silently with their heads down, forcibly enduring the burning heat in their ears, and said in a low voice: "Don't twist, it hurts, I'm wrong, can't I be wrong?"

Jiang Ayuan looked at it, let go of his hand and said, "Still thinking about drinking, how old are you? If you want to learn this, you might as well go and memorize the book first, hum." ”

Han Shen didn't dare to refute, and muttered in a low voice: "How old is that Wang Yuanbao, why can he drink it, but I can't drink it......"

"What did you say?!"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. ”

Looking at these two happy enemies, Wang Yuanbao was very happy, he thought that this road would be lonely as snow because of a slight estrangement, but it was also quite interesting to have these two people playing around.

Wang Yuanbao is also a teenager, but for many reasons he had to choose to grow up, only with Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen, he can feel that he is still a teenager.

The greedy gaze still hasn't disappeared, but it just stays on the gaze, no one is willing to do the first bird, the gun shoots the first bird, this truth is a wise saying, the most taboo thing for people in the rivers and lakes is the unknown, people can't look good, the sea can't fight, if you kick the iron plate, it's not just a pain.

Gradually, the inn also began to liven up, after all, the "fat" in front of you can't be eaten, and you can't just keep silent, the rivers and lakes are a colorful vanity fair, whether it's true or bragging, the stories passed down by word of mouth by storytellers and authors come from here.

"Have you heard of it? The immortal master of the Cold Mountain Sect has wiped out the Haisha Gang!"

"Really? How could it be! The Haisha Gang is the biggest gang in Tieshajiang, how could they provoke the immortal masters of the Shanghan Mountain Sect for no reason? These two have no intersection!"

The two sturdy swordsmen kept discussing the things that were rumored on the rivers and lakes today, some were disdainful, some were shocked, and more were still listening silently, thinking about the future in their hearts.

After all, the Haisha Gang is widely implicated in the boundary of the Tiesha River Basin, and there are many elders in Keqing, and there are also many helmsmen in each hall, but now they have provoked the immortal master on the mountain, and no one knows the key to this, but it is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid evil, so naturally we have to think about it.

People are old and fine, walking in the rivers and lakes, licking blood at the tip of the knife, and they are even older than the world.

Wang Yuanbao, Han Shen, and Jiang Ayuan listened to it with relish, which was completely different from what was written in the script of the drama and what the storyteller said, with less fireworks and more bloody murderous atmosphere.

Killing, licking blood with the tip of a knife, this is the most common thing in the rivers and lakes, but it is a taste when it is spoken, as if this is a matter of course, Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen are fascinated by it, and the relationship between the witness and the narrator is between a pen and a mouth.

Scholars often look at right and wrong, but they don't know that the rivers and lakes are the same as the court, but one can see the swords and swords and swords, and the other can't see the blood and swords, but they are far more dangerous than the rivers and lakes.

The two sturdy men in the side seat spoke more and more energetically, and it was not about themselves, which was also the most common, but there were many mistakes and too many words, and naturally there would be exaggeration.

"Hmph, how can the mountain immortal master be challenged by a small sea sand gang? The means of the mountain immortal master, even if we try our best, we can't hurt people in the slightest, you two little miscellaneous fish, dare to talk about the mountain immortal master!"

A thin middle-aged man sitting in the lobby with a long sword at his waist scolded coldly, I don't know how many methods of the immortal master on the mountain, and his temperament is even more moody, those two are so nonsense, I am afraid that I and the people of this inn will have to give them a burial.

The heart was on fire, and the two sturdy swordsmen with swords were about to attack, and the thin middle-aged swordsman pulled out the long sword at his waist, his eyes were cold, and the two sturdy swordsmen slowly put down their hands on the hilt.

In the lobby of the inn, many people watched coldly, and this thin middle-aged swordsman was Lao Jianghu, what he just said, everyone in the lobby heard the trick, and someone had already put their hands on the blades.

For a while, the air in the inn suddenly became tense, tense, and on the verge of eruption.

The two sturdy swordsmen sat down in disdain, and muttered: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, and the immortal master on the mountain won't hear it......"

The thin middle-aged swordsman bowed his hand slightly, returned the sword to the sheath, and walked towards the backyard of the inn, stirring up the atmosphere for the two miscellaneous fish, and the wine could not be drunk.

Everyone in the lobby also felt meaningless, and walked out of the lobby one after another, leaving only the two "culprits" and Wang Yuanbao and the other three.

"Why don't we rest early?" Jiang Ayuan's face turned pale, and he gently pulled Wang's sleeve, and said with some fear.

Han Shen glanced at Jiang Ayuan, who had a pale face, and snorted, but he was no better, and his legs under the table were shaking all the time.

Wang Yuanbao nodded, and now he had no idea of eating, so he got up and said, "Okay, I have to hurry tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Er hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Three, please come here!"

The inn lobby was already deserted, but now it is even more deserted, and even a little infiltrated, the two sturdy swordsmen glanced at each other, both of them were frightened in their eyes, this inn is unbearable, and they will be in a different place in the middle of the night.

The two of them made up their minds and walked out of the inn lobby quickly, and now in the streets and alleys, the lights are dim, and only a few Qinlou Chu Pavilions are still brightly lit.

Suddenly, an undetectable light swept through the throats of the two sturdy swordsmen, and suddenly, blood filled the air.

............

The two rooms are facing the street, the lights are reflected into the guest rooms through the window paper, Wang Yuanbao squinted his eyes slightly, couldn't sleep, thinking about what he saw and heard today, the truth in the book, Wang Yuanbao read a lot, and stood on the top of the moral mountain.

But now that I look at it, it doesn't work at all in this river and lake.

Mr. Fang's virtue seal is held in Wang Yuanbao's hand, and the virtue on the sage book is to treat people with virtue, treat things with virtue, and repay grievances with virtue, but Wang Yuanbao can't understand it, and virtue seems to be in this river and lake, which is a lie at all.

At this moment, a figure sneakily walked towards the bookcase and sword raising that Wang Yuanbao put next to the bed, cautiously, and from time to time to see if Wang Yuanbao felt it.

Just when the black shadow was about to touch the sword cultivation glove placed next to the bookcase, there was a sudden trance in front of him.

"Go back to sleep. ”

"Oh. ”

Wang Yuanbao picked up the sword raiser, pushed open the window facing the street, pulled out the stopper of the sword raiser, poured a sip of wine, and a line of fire went straight from the throat to the heart, spicy, but addictive.

Wine is sad, and it always makes people drunk in advance.

Thinking about the road, confirming the truth in the book he read, what Fang Liang wrote in the book at this time, this world is not peaceful, so you need to take a good look at the unevenness.

There are many injustices in the world, and everything has a cause and effect, and if it is not your cause, you cannot pick the fruit of others, and that's it.

Wang Yuanbao didn't know what Fang Liang was talking about, but suddenly remembered what he had seen and heard these days.

The dark side of a prosperous city is the same as prosperity, where the poor are hungry, while the pigs and dogs of the rich and aristocratic families eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas that they are tired of.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

This is not just a war-torn time.

It is not uncommon for children to sell their daughters, perhaps for stuttering or to pay off debts.

Behind the prosperity, there is sadness.

In such a world, there are tens of millions of people who linger and are obsessed.

There's a fire burning in my heart, isn't it fair?

If it doesn't exist, then end it with your fists.

Wang Yuanbao turned from contemplation to sharpness, and sighed, this fire still burned.

It's the same as the old Xiucai back then.

"Little beggar, Lao Tzu let you steal! Let you steal!!"

The emaciated girl moaned under the fists and feet of three strong men, clutching a steamed bun stained with dirt ash in her hand.

In the corner not far away, a skinny boy curled up, his face was like a vegetable, but his eyes were full of anger, anger, unwillingness!

"Steal something, and wait for the uncle to sell you to the Qinglou......"

"Ah...... Dare you bite me!!"

"Smack!"

The bitten strong man slapped the girl in the face, with great force.

On his wrist, there was a bloody tooth mark.

The girl's face was swollen and there was blood at the corners of her mouth.

The boy saw everything and heard everything, and he was dying, like a wolf, and rushed to the strong man at the head.

But in a moment, like a kite with a broken string, it flew upside down.

A steamed bun is not enough, but people's greed can expand infinitely.

Although the girl is thin, she is very beautiful, and in the largest green building in Dengzhou City, in addition to those who voluntarily lean on the door to laugh, more are forced to become prostitutes.

Because of the price offered by the Qinglou, people can't refuse.

It is impossible to stand by and watch.

Wang Yuanbao's face turned cold, and a chill burst out from his starry eyes.

There is wind in his ears, and the guest room facing the street to the inn is not very high, and Wang Yuanbao is a martial artist, this height is still difficult for him.

The three strong men turned around suddenly, they were the guards in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, and they were also a little bit of Jianghu Road Goods Boxing Skills, seeing someone standing behind them, with a bad face, they naturally became vigilant.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

"Stinky boy, don't be nosy, be careful with your life!"

"Huh!"

Wang Yuanbao suddenly attacked, and the half-step collapse fist was the most suitable for this close-quarters impact, the fist unfolded, and the tiger was vigorous!

And at this moment, a cold light came before Wang Yuanbao.

The three strong men who were about to catch the girl covered their throats violently, and a red glow flashed in front of them, very beautiful, but deadly.

Blood lines, spreading around the neck.

The three heads fly horizontally, drawing a graceful arc, which is the arc of death, and beauty is death.

The girl lowered her head, clutching the dusty steamed bun and shivering.

Wang Yuanbao stopped the punch he had already swung out, and the cold mang, who had killed the three strong men, suddenly returned, Wang Yuanbao looked up and chased away, but saw a graceful figure suddenly disappear in the night.

It seems that he also smiled at Wang Yuanbao.

Three corpses, the blood was still warm, and the girl lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Wang Yuanbao.

And the young man who was originally huddled in the corner stood up suddenly, and somehow got the courage, rushed to the heads of the three strong men in different places, and trampled on them fiercely, as if to kill the three strong men again.

Wang Yuanbao sighed, walked up to the girl, squatted down and said, "Why did you steal?"

The girl raised her head, looked timidly at the young little brother who almost saved her, and hesitated: "Because...... Because...... Hungry. ”

Looking at the girl's skinny body, Wang Yuanbao felt sour, took out a few copper coins from his arms, put them in front of the girl, and got up and left.

And the boy who was still raging his resentment on his head saw the copper coin that Wang Yuanbao put in front of the girl, and suddenly rushed forward, picked up the copper coin and threw it out, and said loudly: "Get out! Take your stinky money, we are not beggars, we don't need your charity!"

Wang Yuanbao turned around and saw the boy's resentful gaze, bent down and picked up the copper coins scattered around, noncommittal.

It's just that the girl who was rudely blocked behind by the boy looked timidly at Wang Yuanbao, who was looking down to pick up money, and there was a hint of apology in her eyes, which looked big because of her thinness.

Picking up the copper coin, Wang Yuanbao straightened his waist, looked at the boy's resentful eyes and said: "The premise of pride is to be full, and the premise of dignity is to be able to better protect your relatives, you can't even do both, you are not qualified to refuse the charity of others, what are you doing when those strong men are violent? Seeing that the dignity you said is trampled on and bullied, you are a coward, and you dare to scold and refuse the kindness of others, so why don't you refuse to bully your dignity with your fists?"

The boy was struck by lightning and almost couldn't stand on his feet, Wang Yuanbao's tone was flat, without a trace of emotion, just telling the truth.

Wang Yuanbao was unaware of the boy's changes and continued: "You are a coward, you will only refuse the well-intentioned cowards of others, money, I put it here, if you want to take it, come and defeat me." ”

A trace of greed flashed in the boy's eyes, but he was still afraid, staring fixedly at the copper coin that Wang Yuanbao put on the ground, but he didn't dare to move.

"Huh. ”

Wang Yuanbao turned around and left, incorrigible people, the truth in the book, for them, is the paper in the thatched house.

The girl hesitated for a while, picked up the copper coin that Wang Yuanbao put on the ground, hesitated for a while, and said loudly: "Thank you!"

Although there are incorrigible ones, there are also those who know how to cherish them.

Wang Yuanbao got up and jumped back into his guest room, stunned Han Shen, who had been lying on the window lattice to watch the excitement.

There was a blow on the head, and Han Shen covered his head and glared at Wang Yuanbao.

Raising his other hand, Wang Yuanbao said: "Sleep, and headache, choose one yourself." ”

Han Shen lay back on the bed hatefully and said, "You two are really a good match!"

Under the night, blood is romantic.