Three quacks followed their trail and found them.

This is the news that Jiang Shengming got, and he expected it. Their actions this time are so big, it would be strange if no people from the rivers and lakes came to the door.

But things had come to this point, and it was impossible for him to stop there.

What's more, he is also ready to get out, and after this incident, he will go to other places and disappear for a while. When he cultivates He Lang's martial arts, he will naturally have the opportunity to plan this Jianghu.

And those three Jianghu people, since they chased after them, they will be disposed of.

The woman hadn't been found yet, and it was always better to have less trouble, and he didn't have time to entangle them more.

Thinking like this, in the room, Jiang Shengming turned the brocade box in his hand half a circle, his eyes stared at the ground in front of him, he should have made a plan.

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In the early morning, there were not many people on the streets of the county, or it should be said that there were not many people in this small county town.

In front of the door of the inn, an old dog was dozing on the ground, its eyes drooping, and an iron chain was locked around its neck, and there was no food in the food bowl in front of it.

It lives off the leftovers of its guests, and if it doesn't have any guests all day, it can't eat all day.

So when it sees guests, it never barks, and even wags its tail and begs for mercy.

People say it's a well-behaved old dog, but he can't see the door.

The shopkeeper didn't take it seriously, just let it watch the door.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked alone from the end of the street, his figure was thin and he carried a huqin.

When he saw him, the old dog opened his eyes slightly.

The middle-aged man tapped the ground with the bow in his hand, as if he was exploring something, and finally stopped in front of the inn.

He was blind, and both eyes were gray and he couldn't see anything.

Standing beside the old dog for a while, the middle-aged man smiled, took out some crumbs from his arms, and put them in the old dog's food bowl.

If he wants to beg in front of this inn, he has to buy this old dog, and this handful of crumbs can allow him to play the piano in front of the inn for a day, which is considered "rent".

Seeing that the middle-aged man had paid the "rent", the old dog pulled his eyes again.

The middle-aged man also sat cross-legged on the ground with a smile and pulled the piano in his hand.

Huqin's whimpering voice sounded in the empty street.

The shopkeeper listened, and only glanced out the door, and did not say anything more. The sound of this huqin will be heard every day, and he is used to listening to it.

The whole inn is managed by him alone, and the running hall, the cook, and the account room are all himself.

If you want to say why you don't invite someone, it's naturally because you can't afford to invite someone. Fortunately, the business of this store is not very good, and he can still be busy alone.

I don't know if the blind man played the first song, the third, or the fourth?

Outside the door, there was a sound of footsteps on the street.

The old dog opened his eyes and saw a group of people walking towards the inn, how many were there, about twenty or thirty people.

They carried some things and stopped in front of the inn.

If the old dog were a human being, he would have recognized that these people were carrying swords.

But the old dog was apparently not, and it just wagked its tail and met it, as usual, without barking.

The old man in the lead held a brocade box, glanced at the old dog, smiled and said.

"This dog is good, really well-behaved. ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head to the man beside him.

The people around him nodded and stepped forward, grabbed the old dog's neck, and then made a mistake with both hands.

Listening to the soft click, the old dog had already fallen to the ground, and there was no sound.

The blind man by the door was still playing the piano, and he should have sensed that someone was standing in front of the door, and said with a grin.

"A few guest officers, let's get some money. ”

The man in black who had just killed the old dog came to the blind man, he squatted on the ground, staring at the blind man's eyes with his eyes, half a ring, seeing that the blind man still did not react at all, he turned back with a blank face and said to the old man behind him.

"Blind. ”

"Forget it. The old man smiled and walked through the door of the inn and walked inside.

The people behind followed in, and then there was another soft sound, and there was no sound in the inn.

The shopkeeper fell to the ground, and he didn't know what had happened until he died.

Outside the door, the blind man's piano was still sounding, and there was still that little smile on his face. But if you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly.

Even if he couldn't see, he already felt something. But he knew that he couldn't stop, let alone run, and if he wanted to save his life, he could only continue to pull.

In the three rooms upstairs, the eyes of the Confused Daoren, Li Si, and Shuhu Nu opened at the same time, and they all noticed something strange and sat up.

In order to keep a low profile, they were staying at the inn before and after, and they acted as if they had nothing to do with each other.

But unexpectedly, it still brought trouble to this inn.

By the time the three of them pushed open the door and walked between the corridors, twenty or thirty people downstairs were already standing there, drawing their swords in their hands, waiting for something.

An old man with a brocade box stood in the crowd, glanced at the three of them with a smile, and said lightly.

"Hands-on. ”

The confused Taoist knows this person, and he is Jiang Shengming.

But Jiang Shengming didn't know the confused Taoists, because there were too many people in the rivers and lakes who surrounded and suppressed the Demon Sect that year, and he couldn't remember so many faces.

The sound of the huqin outside became more and more mournful, as if a helpless woman was whispering something.

And a fight will also begin, in this silence where no one is spoken.

As soon as the sound of the piano tightened, a group of figures carrying swords jumped up at the same time and pounced on the three people upstairs.

The sound of the strings suddenly became a little faster, and the Shuhu Girl and the Confused Daoist pulled out the swords in their hands together.

Naturally, the Tiger Girl would not leave her hand, and when her sword was swung, it was accompanied by the mournful sound of the song.

Not fast, not slow, not biased, not oblique, just straight away, and then in an instant, there were heavy sword shadows. After killing three people, the longsword returned to her side, swinging a trail of blood.

The sword of the confused Taoist is very hazy, just like himself, and he can't tell the way. It is like a cloud in the mountains, which comes and goes away with the wind.

He immediately protected Li Si's side, because he said that as long as he was still there, he would not let Li Si hurt half a point.

The sword slashed through a semicircle, mysterious and mysterious, and brought up a bloodstain, which was dazzlingly red.

When there was a sword touch, there was a clanging sound.

By the door, the blind man's harp sounded faster and faster, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead and dripped down the bow.

Inside the door, the stained red blood flowed more and more, and a pool of blood flowed down the gap in the stairwell and sank between the planks.