The mountain inn is particularly lively.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a jug of wine!"

"Little Er, why hasn't my food come up yet?"

"Guys, okay......"

"What we're going to talk about today is that during the Moyang period, the Iron Mang Army was based on the world to build the Blade City......"

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"Senior brother, why did you choose this shop, haven't you always liked to be quiet?" Guo Wei frowned: "This shop is mixed, and it's not a good place to eat." Guo Wei touched the bottom of the table, felt the feeling of the knife and axe marks in his hand, and his brows wrinkled even deeper.

"If you come, you will be safe, and you will not be impatient. Guo Xian took out a chopstick from the chopstick barrel on the table and played with it in his hand, and the chopsticks flipped in his hand as if they were blooming: "Although I like to be quiet, but that is also when I am doing my own thing, don't forget the purpose of our descent this time." ”

In the lobby of this mountain inn, there is a table that is particularly conspicuous, because the two people at the table are wearing exactly the same red and white robes, the robes are not corseted, and the cuffs are also wide and abnormal, almost hanging on the ground.

"Senior brother, see if you can discuss something, don't pull me when you go down the mountain in the future, I really don't like going down the mountain. Guo Wei still frowned: "How good is the mountain, you don't have to guard against this and that, you can't take off your clothes when you go down the mountain to sleep, and you have to carry a knife in your sleeve, I feel that decades have passed in the past few months when I go down the mountain." ”

"Then I want to congratulate you, you will live a long life in a few months. Guo Xian chuckled and shook his hand to hit the chopsticks behind him, only to hear a cry of pain, a little beggar holding his wrist and sitting next to Guo Xian, although the child looked sloppy but a rag clothes without a trace of peculiar smell, although the face was smeared with some mud, but a pair of eyes were very smart.

Guo Xian smiled at the little beggar, turned his hand and took out a big money and threw it into the little beggar's arms: "Forget it this time, don't come to me next time, get out." ”

"Hey, it's you little thing again!" The shopkeeper picked up the stool and raised his hand to smash it towards the little beggar, but the little beggar got up and rushed out of the inn lobby along the wall like a little mouse.

Guo Wei looked at all this indifferently, and looked bored with one hand on his cheeks: "I really don't know why you are so keen to run down the mountain, senior brother, how chaotic this world is, there are countless roadblocks, robbers, rats, stealing bags and blackmailing along the way, you look at the people around us looking at us like looking at two fish on a cutting board, and they almost poke knives at us." ”

"You guys, your acting skills are too bad. Guo Wei lay on the table and didn't have a straight line, picked up the peanuts with chopsticks and threw them into his mouth, and counted loudly while chewing the peanuts: "On weekdays, I don't read some of the miscellaneous notes written by delusional scholars, who said that there must be storytellers in the inn? And this table and chair, I have to praise you, you are really diligent and thrifty, the traces of your work last time are still left on it, you have planed and turned over the surface to be useful, you are really talented, carpenter work will be so handy, what kind of bandit is this craft, can't you find a serious job?"

At this moment, only the sound of red and white chewing peanuts on the table was left in the mountain wild shop, which was still very lively, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen, only some subtle scalp-numbing friction sounds sounded.

"Senior brother, you see that we are dressed so obviously, and people are still planning to do something to us, which doesn't take me into account at all."

"So this time we went down the mountain to start the reputation of our Tibetan military sect, low-key is not the same as forbearance, one of the nine major sects has no temper. ”

As soon as the words fell, a black light flew out of Guo Xian's hand, and a person in the lobby of the inn fell to the ground with a miserable scream, only to see that this person had a chopstick stuck in his shoulder, and the chopsticks as a whole had been submerged in nearly one-third, and one of this person's hands was still holding the scabbard on his waist, and the white blade was already quietly half out of the sheath.

Suddenly, everyone at the scene secretly moved, whether it was the Jianghu who was still drinking and boxing just now, or the shopkeeper who hid half of his body behind the counter, or the storyteller who was still talking loudly just now, and at this moment he had a chopstick on his shoulder and an arm had been abolished, they all didn't dare to move as if they had been pointed.

"Everyone, the murderous spirit is too strong, why don't you ask you to drink a pot of flower tea to lower the fire?" Guo Xian lifted the teapot from his table, raised his hand and tilted slightly, the tea poured out from the mouth of the pot and poured it on the ground, leaving only the sound of tea pouring on the ground, and everyone at the scene turned pale, as if this tea was not pouring on the ground but on their hearts.

There wasn't much tea in a pot, and it was quickly poured, Guo Xian frowned: "This is not good, such a little tea is not enough for everyone to drink underground." ”

The atmosphere at the scene was too depressing, and finally someone couldn't stand it anymore: "Phew, this dead man's tea should be kept for yourself!"

This person's actions seemed to be a signal, under the table, under the chair, in the back basket, behind the tent, everyone in the inn drew their blades from all corners and swung their knives like mad dogs towards the two red and white located in the center of the inn lobby.

Seeing this, Guo Xian got up and waved his sleeves, and the dining table was swept off by the seemingly soft sleeves, and Guo Xian kicked the edge of the table before the table landed, and the square table circled like a large hidden weapon and flew towards the crowd rushing towards the two.

was kicked out by Guo Xian's blessed power of qi and blood, and the hovering table hit the crowd like a blunt weapon, and the first reaction of the person who was hit by the table was: "It's so heavy!" Then he was knocked to the ground by the strength of the table, spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and fell to the ground.

"Okay! Senior brother is mighty!" Guo Wei, who was still sitting in the chair, cheered loudly, holding a stack of salt-fried peanuts that he had just rescued from the table.

Guo Xian was surrounded by the crowd, flipping and moving in a sword shadow, and almost laughed when he heard his junior brother sitting outside the encirclement cheering: "If you don't make a move, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Guo Wei listened to it, but he still knocked on the peanut Mi Le, and looked at his senior brother like a big red butterfly flying in the crowd: "I was originally forced to come over by you, senior brother, when I went down the mountain this time, I was reluctant to make a move, so it's better to shout and cheer on the side." ”

As soon as Guo Wei's words fell, a person in the crowd was knocked out and happened to land at Guo Wei's feet.

The man thought that he would be kicked to death, but when he got up, he found that he was not injured, and he was glad to raise his head and see a red and white patch, and his scalp was numb, and he subconsciously raised the axe in his hand and cut it over.

"!" Guo Wei dodged the axe upside down, scattered a lot of peanuts in his hand, and the person with the axe saw that Hongbai dodged his axe, and immediately waved the axe and rushed over.

The person who flew over seemed to be like a signal, and then one after another people were beaten out by Guo Xian and thrown at Guo Wei.

"Count you ruthless!" Guo Wei lowered his head sideways to avoid the knife and axe slash that came from the pursuit, quickly threw the peanuts in the small dish in his hand into his mouth, and casually used the small dish in his hand as a hidden weapon to shoot out, hitting the eye socket of a person chasing after him, which slowed down the momentum of the pursuit, leaned over and his luck surged up, and he knocked down a mountain bandit who was chasing him with a short sweeping leg, and then he used his iron sleeve skills to join the melee with his own senior brother.

The weapon in the cuff between the flipping and moving flashed a silver light from time to time, and the red and white of the two Tibetan soldiers were like two blooming blood red flowers in the crowd, and those mountain bandits who disguised themselves as Jianghu guests often only saw the red wide sleeves sweeping over their necks, and then their throats were cold, and they couldn't exert their strength, and they fell to the ground, blood spurted out from the throat and died.

The two Tibetan soldiers stepped over the fragments of tables and chairs in the lobby of the inn and many corpses, and came to one person.

Guo Wei poked the storyteller with a chopstick on his shoulder: "Don't pretend, dead people don't sweat painfully, let's say, where are you in charge." ”