It took nearly an hour to push the wagon full of gold and silver treasure into the backyard.

Then it was to enter the inn for dinner, and the butler was very generous, arranging ten large tables in the lobby, which were full of big fish and meat, very rich, and a jar of wine could make the disciples of the Sword Sect drink to their heart's content. It's cold, and it's the most comfortable to warm up with a sip of wine.

But the atmosphere in the inn is not very good, lifeless, after all, several Sword Sect disciples have died, who knows if there is any danger if there is still danger in going forward.

The battle in the canyon during the day can exhaust these Sword Sect disciples, and with the fear along the way, after arriving in the town, they are basically sleepy and exhausted.

The housekeeper came to Lu Chen's table with a wine glass, and said with a smile: "Come, everyone, this journey is tiring, solving problems for my master, hard work, Jia is grateful, do it first for respect!"

"Yes, Steward Jia doesn't need to be polite, it's our duty to escort you out of Qingzhou!" Lu Chen said, not paying attention to his hospitality.

"I can't say that, the disciples of the Sword Sect were born and died along the way, and Jia Mou saw it in his eyes, and he couldn't repay it, so he prepared a small gift for you, and I hope you will laugh!" The butler smiled very honestly, and then waved his hand, and a maid walked over, holding a plate in her hand, and a stack of golden tickets was placed on it.

Each golden ticket is 1,000 taels, a total of ten, and it is also pressed with a three-pound piece of dog's head gold.

There are nearly 10,000 taels of gold tickets here, plus a piece of 30 taels of gold, which is worthy of being the son of Jia Caishen, and he is rich and rich.

"Butler, this is a matter for our Sword Sect disciples, you better take it back!" Murong Ziyun frowned when he saw this scene. This steward obviously wanted to curry favor with them, and since the sect master personally ordered it, it was their business, and the steward didn't need to do anything else. After receiving these golden tickets, it was not a slap in his father's face, Murong Ziyun has always had a clear distinction between public and private, and he has a clear distinction between these things.

Even if she was trained outside and unfortunately fell and died, it could only be blamed for her lack of skill. The face of a disciple of the Sword Sect is not something that can be bought by a little money casually.

The housekeeper seemed to guess Murong Ziyun's thoughts, and said with a kind face: "Miss Murong, you are too polite, in order to protect the safety of my master, your Sword Sect has suffered such a big loss, and the master is very unhappy in his heart, and this money is just a little bit of my master's heart, and it has no other meaning." Otherwise, my master is really embarrassed to let them escort them down!"

Hearing the housekeeper say this, Murong Ziyun's expression was slightly hesitant.

"Take it! Everyone is born and died, and they really need compensation, so it should be the bereavement money for the dead brother. Master Jia has a fortune of tens of thousands of people, and this money is just a plucking hair on the elephant's leg. Lu Chen glanced at the senior sister and said lightly.

When Murong Ziyun heard Lu Chen say this, he hesitated for a while, thinking about it and thinking that it was reasonable, and then sighed lightly: "I know, let it go!"

The maid next to her looked at Manager Jia Fu, and the other party nodded at her, then obediently put the silver taels on the wooden plate on the table and silently stepped aside.

"Steward Jia, I have something to tell you here!" Lu Chen put down his chopsticks and looked up at Jia Fu.

Jia Fu also looked at him and said with a smile: "Brother Lu might as well say something directly!"

"You also know that when I was in the canyon today, everyone was a little tired from fighting with the bandits, and the losses were not small, and the two senior brothers beside me were also injured and needed to rest for two days, can you arrange it!" Lu Chen pointed to Teng Qinglei and Han Wenqing and said, while the young and innocent Lin Junyu sat beside him, looking at Lu Chen with a blank expression.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Han Wenqing and Teng Qinglei, who were pale-eyed, and was a little embarrassed: "Brother Lu, we agreed before, we have to go to the border of Yangzhou to meet with the master's friends in half a month, and this delay is two days, I am afraid that the timing will be delayed!"

Lu Chen said indifferently: "But my senior brothers and sisters have all been injured, how do you tell them to hurry, once there is any danger, I don't dare to guarantee everyone's safety!"

When the housekeeper heard this, his smile froze slightly, he hesitated for a while, and said: "Then I need to report to the master, the contemptible person is just a housekeeper, and I can't afford this responsibility if the time is delayed too long!"

"Well, yes, Manager Jia will take care of it, it's cold and freezing on the way, and it's not easy for the brothers!" Lu Chen immediately arched his hand, and Lao Cheng said solemnly.

"I know this, it's not easy for everyone to be born and die, I'll think about it for the big guy, so I'll go to the master to discuss!" Steward Jia asked the maid to put down the golden ticket, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please use it slowly, feel free!" After speaking, he led the maid upstairs.

After the housekeeper left, Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun talked in a low voice.

"Senior sister, there's no need to be polite to them, this money is a drop in the bucket for Jia Tianpeng. But the brothers were born and died, and they were fighting for their lives. It is also appropriate to take some bereavement money, the sect master knows that he will not say anything!" Lu Chen saw Murong Ziyun's sad expression, and explained with a smile.

Murong Ziyun frowned and said, "That's not what I'm worried about!"

"Then you look worried, what are you thinking?" Lu Chen wondered.

Murong Ziyun put down his chopsticks and said in a low voice: "Our Sword Sect has lost so many disciples, then Jia Tianpeng refused to show his face, so he sent a housekeeper to send some golden tickets, don't you think this is a little undeserved?"

"So you're worried about this?" Lu Chen's expression was a little solemn when he heard this.

"Indeed, Jia Tianpeng is on good terms with the sect master, this time the Iron Knife Canyon was robbed by bandits, and the Sword Sect suffered a lot of losses, so he should come forward to appease them, so that these senior brothers can feel more comfortable!" Teng Qinglei picked up a pork knuckle in his hand and said while biting.

Han Wenqing was very puzzled: "You said that this Jia Tianpeng is also strange, he is just infected with wind and cold, is it so terrifying?

"Okay, don't talk about it, our task is to escort them out of Qingzhou, don't worry about the rest, everyone bear with it and eat!" Lu Chen pulled out two mouthfuls of food and said in a low voice.

Murong Ziyun and Teng Qinglei glanced at each other, silently bowed their heads to eat, and stopped talking.

On the second floor of the inn, eighteen lamas stood neatly on both sides of the corridor with solemn expressions, guarding the entire second floor from leaking!

The housekeeper walked up to the second floor and carefully pushed open one of the side rooms, where a middle-aged man wearing a hat was standing against the window, looking at the bustling streets through the green veil, silent.

"Master, there's something I want to discuss with you!" Jia Fu stood at the door, bowed and said, his attitude was very respectful.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man said without replying, his voice muffled.

"Sword Sect disciple Lu Chen just said that some of their senior brothers have been injured and need to recuperate in Qingxi for two days, let me discuss with the master, can it be convenient!" the butler said respectfully.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and a cold wind blew, gently stirring the green yarn in front of him: "Give them a day!" When he said this, his voice was very soft, but when it reached Jia Fu's ears, it showed an unquestionable taste.

"Got it, I'll go tell them!" Jia Fu didn't say anything, turned and retreated, closing the door by the way.

The middle-aged man was motionless, as if a stone sculpture was standing in front of the window, and sighed in a low voice: "Lao Jia, this guy, I don't know if I have arrived!"

After Jia Fu left Jia Tianpeng's house, his brows were furrowed, and he always felt that his master Jia Tianpeng was a little wrong since he entered Qingzhou, but as a subordinate, he didn't want to ask too much.

"Dad, what are you doing!" Jia Qing pushed open the door on the opposite side, and immediately shouted when he saw his father, who was not in a state of mind.

Jia Fu walked into the room slowly, turned around, and saw that his son Jia Tao was also there, and there was a table of wine and food in the room, which was very rich, and he was surprised: "Your brother and sister are living a chic life, and they don't help your father and me share their troubles!"

"Dad, sit down and eat together, if you have any troubles, come and listen, my daughter will help you!" Jia Qing pressed his father on the table and said while rubbing his shoulders.

Jia Tao gave his father a generation of sake, and said with a smile: "Dad, where are you so troubled, drink a glass of wine to moisten your throat!"

"Tao'er, you've been in the Wuji Fist Sect for nearly ten years!" Jia Fu looked at his son and said with feeling.

Jia Tao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's been twelve years this year, and speaking of which, my mother is about to leave us for twelve years." I haven't been to worship her in the past two years, and it's really unfilial for me to be a son!"

"I don't blame you, your mother was killed by a horse thief, if I hadn't sent you to the Wuji Fist Sect that year, I'm afraid that I would have starved to death on the road long ago, and it was my father who didn't do well enough!" Jia Fu sighed.

Jia Qing said coquettishly: "Dad, don't say that, you were also for the good of our brothers and sisters, not to mention, in today's world, learning martial arts is the foundation of life, it's too late for our two brothers and sisters to thank you, how can I blame you." Now that you've come out of the way, it's time to rest and enjoy the blessings!"

"That's not good, my life was given by my master, if he hadn't given me a bite to eat from the road, you wouldn't have seen your father today!" Jia Fu shook his head and said, Jia Tianpeng has always remembered his kindness to him back then.

"Dad, what does this Master Jia look like, he wears a hat every day, he is mysterious, and he feels inexplicable!" Jia Qing said curiously.

Jia Fu sighed lightly: "Didn't I tell you, the master is infected with the wind and cold, and he needs to recuperate, don't worry about it, protect the master out of Qingzhou, and it can be regarded as repaying him for saving your father's life back then!"

"Dad, you specially called me and my sister from the Wuji Fist Sect to protect this Master Jia, but you hired a group of Sword Sect disciples, these more than 100 people, isn't it a bit of a fuss!" Jia Tao said solemnly.