The shopkeeper Tao sent away the last guest in the teahouse, exhaled a long breath, stood in front of the door and looked at the four big characters of Fuchun Teahouse written on the plaque, and couldn't help but have an indescribable thought on his face.

Two days ago, the two cultivators had a big fight here, and not to mention the damage to his hundred-year-old wooden railing, even his business deteriorated a lot. After all, there was a lot of trouble at that time, and most of the people who came here to drink tea were ordinary people, who didn't want to live longer? If one day a cultivator got into a big fight, ten lives would not be enough.

"Tao shopkeeper. ”

The slightly chubby Tao shopkeeper heard that someone was calling him, and subconsciously looked back, and the person who came was a man in a red robe, with a fierce face and a very gloomy tone.

"Master Jia, what kind of wind blew you here?" Seeing this, the shopkeeper Tao hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"It's been a tight few days, so I'll take a look here. The man known as Master Jia walked into the teahouse.

The shopkeeper returned to the door, looked left and right for a while, and confirmed that there were no suspicious characters, and then carefully closed the door.

"I heard that two cultivators had a fight with you a few days ago?" Master Jia asked in a low voice.

"But isn't it, my teahouse has lost a lot of money......"

Bang dang!

Before the shopkeeper Tao finished speaking, a palm-sized silver ingot fell directly from Master Jia's sleeve and smashed on the counter with a heavy sound.

"This is compensation for you. Master Jia said without changing his face.

The shopkeeper Tao was almost red-eyed, and he quickly picked up the silver ingot, but before he could put it away, a thick palm quickly pressed the right hand of the shopkeeper Tao, and whispered, "But there is a condition." ”

Shopkeeper Tao hurriedly smiled, and asked helplessly, "I don't know what conditions you have, adult, the little one must do his best to complete it." ”

"It's time to find a way to get the goods these days. Master Jia whispered, "Not only is the government investigating this matter, but I heard that the Jin Yu Party also wants to get this bit of oil and water." ”

"My lord, what do you mean......" When the Tao shopkeeper heard this, he subconsciously blinked his eyes, and his face was a little afraid.

Master Jia glanced around at the teahouse, "I heard that you recently brought a batch of tea from your hometown, right? Use your ship to transfer the goods away." ”

"My lord!" When the shopkeeper Tao heard this, he was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, "This is a thing that is going to lose my head, I am old and young, you ......"

"Do you think it's still possible to go down on this boat?" Master Jia shook his head and said, "Don't forget, those things hidden in your teahouse will have to lose their heads if they are discovered by the imperial court." ”

"This ......" Tao's shopkeeper's forehead was full of beads of sweat, "This is different, my lord, the dock is so strict, don't you have your own boat, why ......?"

"Huh?" Master Jia stiffened his face and stared at the shopkeeper Tao.

Shopkeeper Tao just glanced at Master Jia's eyes, and suddenly didn't dare to say another half a word.

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Lord Jia's mouth, and he gently pushed open the door of the inn, and at the moment when the door opened, a strange strong wind suddenly blew in his face, but a fallen leaf not far from the door was lying on the ground unharmed.

Master Jia suddenly frowned, looked back at the Tao shopkeeper and whispered, "Hurry up and show me the goods, if something happens, directly!"

He gestured as he spoke.

The shopkeeper Tao was also shocked, and staggered towards the teahouse.

On the roof of the Fuchun Teahouse, a man in a white robe is standing on the eaves, and if you look closely, you can find that he is only on his toes, and his heels are still in the air, which can only be done by a cultivator with very advanced light skills!

"Lu Yingyan, you still came to the door after all. ”

The figure of the red-robed man also jumped onto the roof of the Fuchun Teahouse in the blink of an eye, and he stepped on the tiles to meet him, but he didn't make a single movement, as if the whole person seemed to be floating in the air.

"Ah Furong's business, why do you have to carry the banner of the Red Cloak Sect?" The white-robed man's face was very solemn, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"Hahaha!" When the red-robed man heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "The red-robed sect, a sect founded by a traitor, is embarrassed to put it on the table to reason with a joke!"

The white-robed man did not speak, but his eyes were staring ahead.

"Lu Yingyan, since the moment you stepped into the Central Plains, you are destined to bear the name of apostasy, and the Holy Flame of Light will never be lit for you again. The red-robed man sneered, "Your so-called red-clothed sect is just a vain name. What I'm doing now is to purge the remnants of my sect!"

"In the name of light and shadow, there are no regrets in life and death!" the white-robed man looked to the west, "I have only one wish in my heart, that is, to let the holy flame spread to all parts of the Central Plains, so that more people can be sheltered by the holy flame and atone for their sins." ”

"Lu Yingyan, it's time to wake up from your dream!" the red-robed man said, his figure suddenly disappeared into the night, and without a breath, a scimitar quickly approached the throat of the white-robed man.

Bite!

The white-robed man flipped his hand, and the same silver scimitar swung out of the white robe, erasing the bright sparks in the night.

The white-robed man then got up on the ground, turned over in the air as light as a swallow, and circled behind the red-robed man, and the silver scimitar held in both hands burst out with blazing purple flames, and struck a fatal blow.

Bang!

The red-robed man didn't turn around, he turned his back to the white-robed man and put the scimitar behind, actually blocking the violent purple flame.

However, it didn't end there, the purple flame continued to spread forward along the scimitar, wrapping the scimitar in the red-robed man's hand bit by bit, and the holy flame descended, breaking the demon in the world!

At the same time, a strange black qi spread out from the red-robed man's body, and the black qi was like a ghost, entangling the silver bright scimitar, and the red-robed man's face was also filled with a rich and terrifying gloomy aura.

"Die!"

He raised his scimitar and slashed straight down at the white-robed man's chest.

Cracking sound!

Countless tiles fell from the roof of the teahouse, smashing on the ground with a chaotic sound.

The white-robed man held his breath, and the silver scimitar in his hand simultaneously burst out of a spiritual power fluctuation, which immediately shattered the black qi wrapped around the surface. At the same time, he stepped back with both feet, but it was too late. The moment the scimitar slashed, it slashed his left arm, and a trace of black gas continued to seep into the wound like a stream.

Tick......

Blood spilled from the corners of the white-robed man's mouth, slowly dripping onto the tiles under his feet, his face was pale, and his lips were purple, obviously poisoned.

"You...... You actually practiced the forbidden art, Jia Si, aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods by doing this?" the white-robed man covered the wound on his left arm and shouted bitterly.

"Lu Yingyan, you don't play a good guy with me. The red-robed man snorted coldly, "I far surpass you in terms of martial arts attainments and perception of the Holy Spirit. But what about Master? Why did he only teach you the Shadow Burning Sutra? Why? What am I worse than you? I should be the one to practice the Shadow Burning Sutra. ”

The white-robed man took a deep breath and suddenly realized, "So, you came to the Central Plains for the Burning Shadow True Scripture in my hand?"

"That's good!" the red-robed man showed a sinister smile, "Master's old antique, how many times have I begged him, I'd rather take the Burning Shadow Sutra into the coffin than teach it to me, junior brother, obediently hand over the Burning Shadow Sutra, perhaps, I can spare your life." ”

"You!" the white-robed man's face suddenly turned hideous, "You actually killed Master!

He let out a loud shout, clutching the silver scimitar and rushing forward again.

Whoosh!

Two black gases fell from the sky like thunder, bursting out with a terrifying force that pierced the white-robed man's body and pushed it down from the top of the building.

"Senior brother, since this is the case, you will die...... the red-robed man said in a deep voice, "I have practiced the forbidden art, even if I don't have the Burning Shadow True Scripture, I can still unify the Holy Sect, and when I return to the Holy Sect, the Xiliang Kingdom will be my plaything." This Central Plains land, sooner or later, will also be mine!"

"Hahahaha......"

The red-robed man looked at the falling figure of the white-robed man, and a very excited laugh came out of his mouth, echoing in the night of Yangzhou, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.