Xiang'an Inn, located in the downtown area in the south of Xinjing, has always been very prosperous.

Due to the large number of guests coming and going, the owner of the inn added tables and chairs to the hall on the first floor to provide meals for the guests.

At this moment, it was the lunch meal, and there was an endless stream of guests staying at the hotel, and the little second brother who ran the hall was already tired and sweating.

But no matter how busy and tired he was, the corner of his eye was always on the guest sitting in the corner, and as soon as he saw that his teapot was at the bottom, he immediately went over to refill the hot water for him.

Seeing that the tea poured out of the pot by the guest was no longer a trace of tea, but he was still sitting there tasting and tasting again, the little second brother's eyes couldn't help flashing a look of vigilance, and at the same time he pouted at the shopkeeper who was looking up from the account book, and signaled with his eyes that his situation was not right.

The stocky middle-aged shopkeeper took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his head and glanced carefully at the suspicious guest.

I saw that this person was only twenty years old, and he was very heroic and extraordinary. Judging from his royal blue suit and the long sword hanging from his waist, this person should be a Jianghu figure.

The shopkeeper's small eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to look at the diners in the hall one by one without a trace.

Immediately, he turned his head and whispered a word of instruction to a fellow who was wiping down the jar.

The fellow didn't say a word, but bowed his head and walked briskly upstairs.

At this moment, Gongyu Sarong, who was sitting in the corner, was still absentmindedly tasting the cup of tea in his hand, which had long been light and tasteless. And his eyes, which glanced at the staircase from time to time, couldn't help flashing when he saw the guy's footsteps hurrying upstairs, and his heart suddenly gave birth to vigilance, that guy's skills are not weak!

It seems that in this Xiang'an Inn, it is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Just looking at these diners, there are Ouchi secret agents, as well as people from the Dark Guard. And among the upstairs residents, I am afraid there are also eyes and ears from all sides.

Even the guys in this inn are all sharp-eyed and martial arts, but they don't know which side they belong to.

Miss Luo'er is alone, and she chose to settle in such an inn, is it accidental or deliberate?

Did she know that she had been targeted by Ouchi's secret agents and the Dark Guard?

Just when Gongyu Sarong hesitated whether to remind the Luo'er girl, he suddenly found that at some point, a tall young man in white had stood in front of him.

"Little second brother, serve a few good dishes to my son, and a pot of good wine!"

I saw the young man in white speak in an extremely clear voice, and sit down opposite him unceremoniously.

Gongyu Sa Rong Jian frowned, and quickly glanced at the uninvited young man in white.

But when he saw the other party's appearance clearly, his heart couldn't help but sink, and he had already guessed who was sacred.

It's just that he still has a trace of luck at the moment, thinking that the other party may not know his true identity.

So, he took the opportunity of drinking tea to turn his eyes away without a trace.

The young man ignored him, took a clean teacup from the table, took the teapot that was placed on Gongyu Sarong's side, and poured tea into his own cup.

But when the young man saw that the tea poured into his cup was simply white water, he even put the teapot on the table and shouted: "You inn is really too stingy! A pot of tea is worth a few silver dollars, and you still have to use white water to fool my son!"

The little second brother who ran the hall hurriedly replied with a smile on his face: "Childe thinks it's a misunderstanding! The tea in our store is not cashiered, but there is only one pot for guests at a table, and after drinking, you can only refill the water." ”

The young man let out an "oh", glanced at Gongyu Sarong who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but pout, and said, "This son is not all the way with this guest who loves to take advantage of small advantages!"

The little second brother continued to nod and smile, and said, "That's natural! Please stay for a while, and the little one will serve you a new pot of tea." ”

Hearing the two of them sing and mock themselves like this, Gongyu Sarong couldn't help but be annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face at all, just pretended to be deaf and continued to drink the white water in his cup.

However, at this time, the young man in white suddenly tapped his fingers lightly on the table, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Gongyu Sarong, the deputy pavilion master of the Broken Sword Pavilion, led a group of northerner spies to pretend to be killers in the rivers and lakes, and I was in trouble for a long time. Do you really think that this boy will not recognize you?"

was so unceremoniously exposed to his face, Gongyu Sa Rong immediately turned red with a handsome face.

Who knew that he was just about to speak, but the wrist vein of his right hand suddenly numb, and the teacup he was holding slipped directly from his hand, "snapped", and shattered on the ground.

Although it was only a small sound, it made the whole hall instantly silent!

At this time, the cold voice of the young man in white sounded again: "For Brother Ling's sake, I will let you retreat today." But if you still don't leave, then don't blame this son for being ruthless!"

As soon as he heard this, the clever little second brother immediately ran away with interest.

Most of the diners looked at each other, some panicked, others secretly reaching for their arms or the blades at their waists. But they don't know that these small actions of their own have been seen by people with intentions.

Gongyu Sarong didn't expect that the other party would say that he would do it, so that he was caught off guard and made a fool of himself in public.

In the face of such a blatant provocation, no matter how much he can endure it, it is impossible not to respond.

I saw him slam the table, glared at the white-clothed young man and said, "This is Da Rong, no matter how arrogant you are the cold ice boy, you must also see whose territory you are standing on at the moment!"

The young man in white was the one who rushed over after getting the news from Shen Qingluo.

Speaking of which, he and Gongyu Sarong are rivals.

Back then, Xiao Yu, who had lost all his martial arts, was attacked by Gongyu in the snow with a masked face, if there was no Shui Lingluo to save him, how could he still keep his life.

Therefore, seeing each other today, he naturally refused to let go of this enemy who almost took his life.

What's more, Ling Qiyu had also told him that this Gongyu Sarong actually dared to covet Luo'er. And at this moment, this guy appeared in the inn where Luo'er was staying, which was really dampening!

New hatred and old hatred, Han Bing couldn't help but give the other party a small lesson first.

After hearing Gong Yu Sarong's obviously threatening words with anger, he couldn't help but sneer, and said: "This son is a native of the rivers and lakes, no matter whose territory he is in, he will stand up straight and act rightly, and never do those crumbs that secretly harm people!"

Gongyu is sassy, this son will give you another chance one last time. If you don't get out again, I'll dig out the thief's eyes that you used to track and stalk!"

Gongyu Sarong was suddenly scolded by him, and wanted to attack immediately, but he knew that he was not a cold opponent. Besides, he knew very well that this was definitely not a suitable place to do it.

In desperation, he could only suppress the anger that was boiling in his heart, stood up with "Huo", and strode towards the door.

But before his people walked out of the gate, Han Bing's rather sarcastic cold voice came from behind him: "Gongyu Sarong, go back and tell your master Duxiaoqiong, after I clean up that Praetorian Guard Commander Shen Yunpeng, next, I will challenge him Chiyang Sect Master!"

My son wants to take a look, these so-called masters of Beirong, in addition to bullying weak women, what other skills do you have!"

Gongyu Sarong's footsteps paused, but he didn't turn back in the end, and continued to walk out of the inn quickly.

Driving away Gongyu Sarong, Han Bing looked around triumphantly again, and then slammed the table, and shouted: "I have warned Gongyu Sayan, if the people of the Dark Guard Division dare to appear near this son again, they will have to ask for more blessings!"

And those Ouchi agents who think they are good at kung fu might as well stay all. Because when my son was in Dayu, he especially liked to kill people and other goods!"

Before he could finish his words, two people got up from their seats and rushed out with their heads bowed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these two people moved, the other guests who had already been frightened by the cold momentum also got up one after another, scrambling to escape from this place of right and wrong.

As soon as Han Bing's voice fell, the entire hall of this Xiang'an inn was already empty of diners.

Only Han Bing sat there alone, patting the table and laughing.