After Luo Yin returned to Dr. Zhou's house, he said goodbye to him and settled the total cost of the decoction and medicine for a long time, totaling ten taels of silver.

After that, he said goodbye to Dr. Zhou, left Zhoujiazhuang, and embarked on the road to Chu again.

After leaving Zhoujiazhuang, Luo Yin looked at the only twelve taels of silver left on his body, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. This money can't support me to go to Qingyang Mountain in Chu State, and I have to find a way to earn my travel expenses.

When he arrived at the next market town, he pulled two feet of green cloth, wrote the words "Write the letter on his behalf", found a bamboo pole to hang it, and bought some stationery envelopes and other things, and carefully wrapped them in oiled paper and put them in the book basket.

In this way, he walked through the streets and alleys, helping people write letters in the cities and villages along the way, earning a few pennies for travel expenses or in exchange for some food.

Most people at this time were illiterate, and if they wanted to write letters to friends or relatives, they had to find someone to write them for them. Therefore, Luo Yin, who is dressed as a scholar, although he looks young, has some business from time to time, and he can make a few orders more or less everywhere he goes, and he has earned some entanglements.

In this way, the consumption rate of his twelve taels of silver savings was much slower, and perhaps this money could really support him to go to Qingyang Mountain.

Time flies, spring goes to autumn, and in a blink of an eye it has come to June of the following year.

At this time, it is the scorching summer season, and it is noon, and the heat on the official road is unbearable, and even the insects along the way have hid in their nests to cool off, and no longer make all kinds of insect chirps.

A simple teahouse on the official road was just a thatched, fenced shed with a few tables in it.

Although the teahouse is simple, it is overcrowded at this time, and there are not enough tables and chairs so that many travelers have to stand or squat with tea bowls to enjoy the coolness, and no one wants to go out to taste the June sun again.

The travelers chatted nonsense in the shed, passing the unbearable time, and one of them suddenly said: "There is another one, and I am afraid that this shed will not be able to squeeze so many people." ”

Everyone pointed out to him, and sure enough, there was another person not far away, who was walking with a bamboo pole on this steamer-like official road, and when he got closer, he found that the person who came was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young scholar.

It's just that this scholar is quite strange, and the bamboo pole he is holding is actually written with the words "writing letters on behalf of others".

"Shopkeeper, come to a bowl of herbal tea, it's going to heat me to death. The young scholar said loudly as he walked into the teahouse.

"Okay, here, guest officer, you use it slowly. The shopkeeper had already prepared the herbal tea before the boy came in, and when he heard the boy's greeting, he immediately sent the herbal tea to him.

The traveler next to him was also bored, and when he saw the young man coming in, he teased: "Scholar Wuna, why don't you study hard at home, but you come to do this lowly job of metabolizing letters?"

The young man didn't care to answer, he drank all the herbal tea in the bowl in one go, and beckoned the shopkeeper to come to another bowl, and then he had the time to say: "Xiaosheng was entrusted by the immortals to travel the world, browse the red dust, and collect the qi of thousands of letters for the immortals. Would you like to do the immortals a favor and write one or two letters?"

When the surrounding tourists heard this, they all laughed, and the teahouse, which was a little dull due to the hot weather, suddenly became lively.

One of them asked, "I don't know how the immortals asked you to collect the qi of the letters, tell us about it, if we can, we don't mind doing the immortals a favor, right?"

The people around him coaxed and asked the young man to come up with a way to pass this difficult time.

The young man smiled and said: "This is simple, you uncles only need to write a letter to me, and pay me a few pennies for the pen fee after writing, this is the spirit of the letter that the immortals want." The more money you give to your uncles, the more you will naturally have more letters, isn't it?"

Everyone laughed when they saw that the young man was interesting, and the teahouse was filled with a happy air for a while.

This young man is naturally Luo Yin on the way to find immortals.

Just as everyone was talking and laughing, suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves from the official road, and the tourists in the teahouse were attracted by the sound of horses' hooves and looked at the official road, wanting to see who was hurrying in this weather.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, and warriors dressed in white straddled their horses and carried long swords on their backs, galloping on the official road.

I saw that this group of people in white touched about 20 people, and after seeing this teahouse, one of them greeted his companion and said, "This is it, don't let him run away!"

After hearing the greeting of their companions, the group of white-clothed people rode straight to the teahouse and quickly surrounded the entire teahouse.

The behavior of this group of people frightened the tourists in the teahouse, and everyone looked at each other and didn't know what was going on.

One of them shouted loudly in Tsing Yi: "In broad daylight, do you want to rob the road?"

As soon as this traveler spoke, a middle-aged man next to him grabbed him and persuaded him: "Don't make trouble, this group of people seems to be the famous people of the Hundred Swords Gate on the rivers and lakes, we can't afford to mess with them!"

The young man in Tsing Yi asked, "Hundred Sword Gate, where did you hear of it at that time?"

The middle-aged man saw that many people and young people around him were generally looking at him curiously, and said: "This Hundred Sword Sect is a Jianghu sect at the junction of our Nanyue Kingdom and Great Chu, and it has always been famous for its superb swordsmanship. There are many disciples in the sect, and the financial resources are abundant, and it is the first-class martial arts sect in Nanyue Kingdom, and it is ......"

The middle-aged man deliberately paused for a moment, hung everyone's appetite, and provoked everyone to complain repeatedly, and then said: "This Hundred Swords Gate has a unique swordsmanship, Que Yun Swordsmanship, which is rumored to be the world's first-class peerless martial arts, and whoever gets it can become a top master." At the same time, the master of this generation of the Hundred Swords Gate is the number one master of Nanyue, and even the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital have to respect him for three points. ”

What the middle-aged man said caused everyone in the teahouse to sigh repeatedly, and several young people were even more envious and longing, eager to go to Baijianmen to learn art now.

Outside the teahouse, after all the disciples of the Hundred Swords Sect surrounded the place, a man in his thirties walked out and said to the teahouse: "I am a disciple of the Hundred Swords Sect, this time I came to arrest the traitor who killed the master, there is no need to worry about no one else, and stay quietly in the house, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." ”

After that, he pulled out the long sword on his back, pointed at the teahouse and shouted: "Liu Yan, you can't run away, why don't you come out quickly and be arrested, follow me back to the door to be tried!"

Everyone in the teahouse was busy looking around at the people around them, trying to see who they were looking for, so that they could avoid being attacked by the pond fish.

Luo Yin, like everyone else, looked around to see who it was.

Senior Brother Zhang thought too beautifully. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, very close to him, and he hurriedly looked at the place where the voice came from, but saw that the person who spoke was standing behind him, no more than a step away from him.

When everyone saw someone talking, they naturally knew that this person was the target of the group of people outside, so they quickly avoided it. Luo Yin was the same, hiding in the corner with everyone.

The middle of the teahouse was completely empty, and only a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was standing in it, he was the Liu Yan that Senior Brother Zhang said outside.

The senior brother Zhang said angrily: "Liu Yan, you dare to be stubborn when you are dying." Say, why did you kill Master, and where is the secret book?"

Liu Yan smiled lightly and said, "You asked me why I killed that old thing, don't you know? I think I entered the Hundred Swords Sect at the age of six to learn the arts, and for more than 20 years, I am far superior to you in terms of talent, swordsmanship, and hard work. ”

As he spoke, he continued hatefully: "But this old immortal is so eccentric, he is only willing to teach me ordinary swordsmanship, but he wants to pass on the swordsmanship of the town faction to you, and let you inherit the position of the master of the sect in the future!"

Senior Brother Zhang said angrily: "Just because of this, you actually poisoned and killed the master who raised you to adulthood, you brute!"

Liu Yan untied a long package from his back, took out a long sword from it, stroked it lightly for a while, and said: "Isn't this reason enough? I'm smarter than you, harder than you, stronger than your swordsmanship, this Que Yun swordsmanship that is mighty in the world should naturally be mine, and it can only be mine! The future master of this Hundred Swords Gate must also be me to sit!"

"That old thing even bothered me with my pleas, and insisted on passing it on to you. Since he won't give it, I'll take it myself!"

"Do you want to know how I killed him?" Liu Yan recalled with a reminiscing face: "That night, I cooked a bowl of lotus seed soup for him. This old immortal was very happy to see me make him supper, and he praised me for being sensible. ”

"This makes me hate him even more, since I know that I am excellent, why are you unwilling to pass on the peerless martial arts to me?!" Speaking of this, Liu Yan's face was hateful, and his face became a little distorted.

"Fortunately, I added some ingredients to the lotus seed soup, and then I watched with my own eyes this No. 1 master of South Vietnam, struggling in pain in front of me, like a dead dog. ”

"And before he died, he still had the face to ask me why. If he hadn't been partial, I wouldn't have poisoned him. He forced me all this, it's all his fault, I just got back what belongs to me, is it wrong?!"

When Senior Brother Zhang heard this, he couldn't hold back any longer, and roared angrily, pulled out his long sword, and rushed towards Liu Yan frantically. The two fought in this room, and for a while the sword light in the teahouse shone brightly.

As soon as these two people fought, Luo Yin saw that they were all masters, and they were far superior to him in both martial arts and swordsmanship. Therefore, it is better to stay away, otherwise with his unpopular martial arts, I am afraid that if I can't stop it with a sword, I will become a ghost under the sword.

The people in the teahouse, including Luo Yin, could no longer care about the order of the Hundred Swords Gate not to leave without permission just now, and desperately hid outside. For a while, people crowded and pushed people.

"Ah...... Ah......h

And his blood-stained sword also slashed not far behind him, if he hadn't squeezed in two more steps just now, maybe he would have died.

After another moment, all the guests of the teahouse finally escaped and began to flee for their lives.

At this time, the disciples of the Hundred Swords Sect who had been outside finally rushed into the teahouse and besieged Liu Yan with Senior Brother Zhang.

For a while, the sword light in the teahouse was horizontal, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of screams were endless.

After Luo Yin escaped from the teahouse, he ran towards the east without stopping. When I ran for my life, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, drinking a cup of tea caused a disaster, am I a prisoner Tai Sui......