Shi Chenglong and the other five have been hiding in this inn for a long time. The five people have a clear division of labor, and the beggar is outside as bait, and the people who are willing to invest in the Qianxing Gate are deceived into this inn, and then everyone appears and kills the turtle that enters the urn. Under ordinary circumstances, there are Shi Chenglong who kill people. And today, Xu is beggar saw that Lu Sanchuan was polite and thin, and he wanted to show himself in a big event, so he acted rashly, but he didn't expect to harm his life to Huangquan.

For Shi Chenglong, it doesn't matter much, after all, Qianxingmen has a limited number of people, and there is not much time left, the beggar dies, and there is one more person who squeezes into the Qianxingmen, and the beggar does not die, but he can only kill one or two more opponents.

Shi Chenglong didn't put the corpse on the ground in his eyes, approached Lu Sanchuan with a wicked smile, and ordered in his mouth: "You guys, go to the door and guard." The three of them hurriedly turned and ran to the door, their backs pressed against the wall and shivering. They were afraid that Lu Sanchuan would escape, and they were even more afraid that they would be ruthlessly whipped by the copper mace.

Shi Chenglong never said much about killing, and he didn't want to bother talking more at the moment, so he slashed at Lu Sanchuan with a copper hammer. When the copper mace swung, the heavy mace swept through the air and made a slight hissing sound.

Lu Sanchuan saw Shi Chenglong's grinning teeth and hideous face, so he knew that the copper mace was coming with a strange force, and if he ate that blow, he would definitely die violently. The copper mace is powerful, and it cannot be rivaled with a bamboo sword. He had no choice but to leap backwards, planning to distance himself first and then act at the opportune moment. How do you know that Shi Chenglong is not only extremely powerful, but also very fast, seeing the gong splitting the air, his left foot stepped forward to make a second whip.

However, the copper mace is heavy in the end, and no matter how strong Ren Shi Chenglong's strength is, the direction of the strong change is still a little slow.

Lu Sanchuan took the opportunity to stab Shi Chenglong's heart, and the bamboo sword only took a foot before he hesitated: Innocent lives have already died here, how can I harm people's lives again?

Shi Chenglong was not as hesitant as him, and when he saw that he stopped moving, he immediately swung his hammer and slashed.

"Scared!" Lu Sanchuan was startled, and when he reacted, the copper mace had already smashed into the body of the bamboo sword. His wrist hurt and he had to let go. The bamboo sword walked a few inches against the body of the sword, flew out and plunged horizontally into the counter.

Shi Chenglong smiled coldly, knowing that Lu Sanchuan was kind and kind, he was even more unscrupulous, and strode forward to lead the way. Lu Sanchuan retreated one after another until his heel kicked to the counter, and then dodged to the right. Shi Chenglong smashed the wooden counter to pieces, and the bamboo sword was buried in the broken wood.

"Drink!" Shi Chenglong roared, raised and slashed, Lu Sanchuan was about to flee again, his body was only slightly sideways, but he suddenly changed his mind, and scolded in his heart: What kind of man is hiding in Tibet! I am so cowardly, don't I lose my father's face! He caught a glimpse of the hilt of the bamboo sword in the pile of broken wood, and had a plan, pretending to dodge to the right, tricking Shi Chenglong into splitting to the right, and then rolling to the left, holding the hilt of the sword, pulling out the bamboo sword, and cutting two crossways at Shi Chenglong's two ankles.

Shi Chenglong just let out a low moan, his eyes were rounder, and he slashed down with a wave of his wedge. Lu Sanchuan had already seen through his movements, and he used his internal force to bounce backwards like a frog.

Shi Chenglong lowered his head, and saw that his trouser leg was broken, and blood was faintly visible, but the pain was not great, so he didn't put the injury in his eyes, and let out a roar at the bottom of his throat, "Stinky boy, Lao Tzu must kill you today!" and rushed towards Lu Sanchuan.

After a few rounds of back and forth, Lu Sanchuan had already touched Shi Chenglong clearly, knowing that Shi Chenglong was extremely powerful and agile, but he was a little dull when he wielded his wedge, and most importantly, his brain didn't seem to be very good. He stood in place, and when Shi Chenglong raised the bronze mace, he jumped backwards into a position, Shi Chenglong slashed the air, he quickly raised his sword, and wanted to cut Shi Chenglong's wrist, but the swordsmanship was not perfect, and the tip of the sword was piercing the back of Shi Chenglong's hand. He immediately panicked and wanted to withdraw the bamboo sword, but by the way, he dug a hole in the back of Shi Chenglong's hand.

"Ah!" Shi Chenglong screamed, his right hand could no longer hold the heavy copper mace, the copper mace smashed on the ground, and the sound of "bell" echoed in the room for a long time.

Lu Sanchuan let out a long breath, thinking that the danger would be lifted, and was relaxing, Shi Chenglong reached out with his left hand and grabbed him by the neck, and actually lifted him up with one hand, and said viciously: "Bastard thing, go die!"

Lu Sanchuan only felt pain in his neck, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his eyes began to become blurry. However, he did not forget that he was holding a bamboo sword in his hand, so he slashed the sword horizontally and slashed Shi Chenglong's arm. Shi Chenglong didn't care, his eyes were redder, and his hands were getting harder.

Lu Sanchuan couldn't care about anything else, the bamboo sword was cut and slashed indiscriminately, and Shi Chenglong had seven or eight more wounds on his left arm, dripping with blood, and finally couldn't bear it, and let go with an "ah" sound.

Lu Sanchuan sat on the ground, not daring to relax any longer, gently rubbing his stiff neck with his left hand, and watching Shi Chenglong's movements with both eyes. Sure enough, Shi Chenglong's fists couldn't be used anymore, so he changed his feet and kicked at him. He knew that he was weak, so he didn't make a big move, just tilted his head to dodge, and then flipped his wrist and slashed three more swords on Shi Chenglong's thigh. Shi Chenglong couldn't scream anymore, and fell down panting.

Lu Sanchuan was a little relaxed at this time, but he still didn't dare to be careless, raised his sword and stared at Shi Chenglong, and slowly stood up and retreated.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three people guarding the door glanced at each other, although they were frightened, they shouted to cheer themselves up, raised their swords and rushed towards Lu Sanchuan.

Lu Sanchuan shouted: "Can't you see the situation clearly!" His voice was fierce, not at all like the weak scholar who looked at Autumn Leaves a few days ago.

The three of them were stopped by him, stopped, and looked at each other.

Lu Sanchuan pointed the bamboo sword at Shi Chenglong and said solemnly: "In his eyes, you are no different from ants! He doesn't care whether you live or die! You can see with your own eyes how that ragged man died at his hands! You can see that he shed a tear and sighed with sadness!"

The three of them looked at each other, and the swords they were holding were slowly lowered.

Lu Sanchuan continued: "If you want to enter the Thousand Lines Gate, why don't you work hard yourself, but instead do these things that harm others and benefit yourself!

One of the three said weakly, "We... We just listened to Brother Long talk about all the good things in the rivers and lakes, so we followed him... Actually, my father wanted me to open an inn. ”

One person said: "My father wants me to get the top prize." ”

One said, "My dad just wants me to be well." ”

Lu Sanchuan immediately remembered Lu Benchi's tragic death, his heart was full of grief and indignation, his nose was sour and his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but scold loudly: "Get out!"

The three of them were startled, and those who lost their knives threw their swords, and those who abandoned their swords abandoned their swords, and they hurried out of the door.

Lu Sanchuan knew that he was out of shape, so he also threw the bamboo sword aside, raised his hand and touched his eyes, took a deep breath, and went out too.

Shi Chenglong saw that the general trend was gone, he was unwilling and resentful, and he lay on the ground and shouted towards the roof: "One day, Lao Tzu will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Lu Sanchuan didn't want to stay for a long time, went straight out, walked out of the ten zhang quickly, and his footsteps gradually slowed down, thinking about all the things in the inn, he couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of his neck: Why can a person do such a cruel thing? Not only does he regard the lives of others as a mustard, but he also doesn't care about the safety of his companions. He remembered his decisiveness again, rejoicing and doubting: I swore not to use force again, but I have hurt people one after another in the past few days, no matter what, it is better to find Uncle Yuan quickly and live in Minxiang from now on.

When he looked up, he was back on the street, full of people. Fang Cai moved his hands and feet, and his stomach was a little empty, so he put his hand into his arms and took out the shortbread, and when he opened the oiled paper, he found that the shortbread had been broken into powder. He thought: Xu Fang had just moved too much with that man. But talking is better than nothing, he held the oil paper in both hands and raised it to his mouth, opened his mouth to eat nonsense, completely ignoring the image.

After eating less than five bites, a small wine jar appeared in front of him. Lu Sanchuan looked up and saw that he was a cleanly dressed and kind-looking person. The man's attitude was gentle, but his voice was particularly rough: "Little brother, it's inevitable to choke after swallowing like this." This jar of wine is given to you to drink. ”

Lu Sanchuan did have a dry mouth, remembering Lu Benchi's teachings in his heart, and he didn't want to accept the favor in vain, so he said: "Thank you for your kindness." I'll eat it slowly, please keep this jar of wine for yourself. ”

The man smiled, inserted his sword into the gap in the floor tiles, hung the roast chicken, goose and beef in his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and then cut off the sealing altar with his palm, and drank two sips. There was a lot of alcohol around the mouth and flowing into the garment along the chin and neck. He didn't care, sighed with satisfaction, and handed the wine jar to Lu Sanchuan again, "The wine has been opened, and there is not much time left." Little brother, if you refuse again, it will not only be my good intentions that you will be disappointed. It doesn't hurt that my heart is bitter, but this wine is something I can't live up to. ”

Lu Sanchuan has never drunk alcohol, and he knows that alcohol is misleading, if he drinks too much, he will definitely lose his mind, and what he can say and what he can't say will be said at that time. He shook his head again.

The man was slightly displeased, frowned, slammed the wine jar into Lu Sanchuan's chest, and ordered with a little complaint: "Why don't you drink!"

Lu Sanchuan had no choice but to wrap the shortbread again and put it in his arms, holding the wine jar with both hands and pouring a small mouthful into his mouth, only to feel that his throat was sour and spicy, and there was no dripping joy in the book, "All things are removed, only poetry and wine" are mentioned in the book.

The man immediately turned to laugh, laughed a few times, and shouted, "Little brother, how does it taste? This altar of aged daughter red is not cheap, but so what! Come, drink a few more sips!" Then he reached out and inserted it into the bottom of the altar, and poured the wine into Lu Sanchuan's mouth.

Lu Sanchuan was in a trance, his arms unconsciously raised up the wine jar, his mouth opened, and the mellow wine poured into his mouth. Although most of them spilled out of the mouth, many of them still slid down their throats.

After a while, Lu Sanchuan's eyes were hazy, and he felt that the sky was spinning, and the man's laughter came from time to time next to his ears, "Hahaha, little brother, how does this wine taste?"

Lu Sanchuan's head swayed, his body was also a little unstable, he turned around a few times, and replied vaguely: "Okay... Okay..."After a while, he lost consciousness.