After leaving the woods, Xiao Mo walked alone for more than ten miles, and finally saw an official road in this wilderness, and he walked all the way along the official road, and finally arrived at the nearest town before the sun was three poles. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Dead Xiao Mo didn't know that this was a few days after his night battle against Boss Zhang and others, anyway, he felt that it was not the next day, because the injuries on his body were completely healed, and even the arrow wounds on his legs did not leave traces.

He came to the town and found an inn, this time there were quite a few people in the inn, but most of the people here were ordinary squires and wealthy families. A young literati, a frivolous son, a middle-aged uncle who floats on the surface, a rich man who pretends to be elegant and elegant, and so on.

"Guest officer, are you playing a sharp game or staying in a hotel?" As soon as Xiao Mo walked into the inn, the sharp-eyed shopkeeper on the side greeted him.

"Stay! Dead Xiao Mo said and reached out in his arms and touched it, took out some silver coins, he threw the silver money in his hand to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper caught it in a hurry, he glanced at the silver money in his hand, and then said to the dead Xiaomo:

"The guest officer comes with me!"

Dead Xiaomo nodded, and then walked to the second floor with the shopkeeper. As he walked to the second floor, the people in the inn didn't care at all about him as a stranger, and were still discussing their topics with great interest.

"Eh, Master Wang, how is your family's land rent collected this year?" asked an elderly man to another equally old and well-dressed man.

"It's almost, it's eighty percent of the collection, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing next year!" that Wang Lao Ye smiled lightly.

"Or hello, my family's land rent has only been collected to 30%, I don't know why, my land is pested, and the food grown by the tenants is lost, and now they are begging me to be relaxed, hoping to pay the rent next year. Speaking of this, the old man who asked couldn't help but say with a bitter face: "But I also have to live with money, if they don't hand over the rent to me, I will have to eat soil next year, alas! This god is really a trick!"

With that, he pounded his chest and shook his head, looking in pain.

Now that our north is under the control of the Mongols, and the government has been replaced by the Mongols, now the fields in everyone's hands are still their own, and we can enjoy a few days of good life. But no one knows when this Mongolian man will snatch the land from our hands, and when the time comes, alas!" Master Wang said and shook his head, his face gloomy.

"Shhhh

After speaking, he also made a motion to wipe his neck with his hands.

After listening to his reminder, Master Wang's expression immediately tightened, he secretly looked at the people in the inn, and found nothing unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then laughed and said: "Brother Tian, where did we talk about just now? Oh yes! Are you asking me why there has been such a big movement at Master Zhou's house next door recently?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it!" the old man surnamed Tian nodded in response as if the chicken pecked rice.

"This matter, let me tell you in detail, I heard that his family is going to marry a daughter, in order to find a fast son-in-law who rides the dragon, so ......"

These are just one of the many conversations in the inn, and what poems to talk about, what notices the government has issued, and so on, as long as there are many people, such things are always indispensable.

As for the dead Xiao Mo who first arrived at the inn, he was inviolable in his heart, and his ears were not touched. After a morning of traveling, Xiao Mo just wanted to take a shower in the room at the moment, and then have a good experience of the sword realm he comprehended when he fought against Boss Zhang at night, so as to improve his strength.

"Guest officer, this is your room, do you have anything else to order?" Xiao Er took the dead Xiao Mo to a room on the second floor, handed him a key, and then asked respectfully.

"Prepare me a hot soup and remember to put some flower petals. Dead Xiao Mo instructed him.

"Haole, guest officer, wait a minute!" the shopkeeper turned around and left.

After the shopkeeper left, Xiao Mo took the key to open the door of the room, and after entering, he bolted the door again, and then came to the edge of the bed and sat down. After thinking about it, he took out the book given to him by the strange man who called himself the Dirty Bodhisattva, the three big characters on the cover were good Chinese characters, but when he opened the pages, the words written inside were not the Chinese characters he was familiar with.

He thought back to what the strange man said when he gave the book: "You ignorant junior can't even tell the truth from the fake now, it's really stupid, I'll give you something, I hope you can make good use of it, go!"

What is the meaning of this? Dead Xiao Mo sat on the edge of the bed and frowned and pondered, why did he say that he didn't know whether it was true or false? What is true and what is false? Dead Xiao Mo couldn't figure it out.

At this time, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, and Xiao Mo's thoughts were interrupted. The footsteps stopped, and then there was a knock on the door, "Tuk Tuk!"

"Who!" asked Xiao Mo.

"Guest officer, it's me!" The voice of the shopkeeper sounded outside the door, in order to let the dead Xiaomo inside know his intention to come here, so as to open the door for himself, he explained again: "I'm bringing you hot soup." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Mo put away the book in his hand, then got up and came to the door, he removed the bolt, and after opening the door, he saw that the shopkeeper was standing outside with a bucket of steaming water, with a slight fine sweat on his face, which was obviously a little difficult.

Dead Xiaomo glanced at the shopkeeper, then turned around and went back to the house, and said, "Come in!"

The shopkeeper carried the hot soup in his hand, his shoulders were high and low, he walked into the house and found a screen, there was a large bath bucket, and in the sound of pouring water, he grinned and said to the dead Xiao Mo:

"Guest officer, there are still three barrels below, don't bolt the door first, I'll get it for you in a while!"

"Hmm. Dead Xiao Mo nodded, indicating that he knew.

"The guest officer doesn't look like a local!" The shopkeeper said to the dead Xiao Mo without words: "I don't know if the guest officer is passing through this town or planning to settle here?"

Dead Xiao Mo didn't answer, he untied the bone sword wrapped in linen from his back, and then held it in front of him, gently wiping it with the linen cloth wrapped in the sword.

"It turns out that the guest officer is from the rivers and lakes," as soon as the shopkeeper saw the weapon in his hand, he immediately understood the identity of the dead Xiaomo.

"But forgive the little offense, your sword is also ......" The rest of the shop Xiao Er didn't continue, but the meaning was very clear. He glanced at Xiao Mo sympathetically, and then said kindly: "There are fights and killings all day long in this Jianghu, and you are really shabby with such a sword, guest officer."

I heard that the town's master Zhou is going to marry his daughter in the near future, but because the world is not peaceful, he plans to find a capable chivalrous man as a son-in-law by throwing hydrangea, I think if the guest officer lacks a good sword, it is better to take the hydrangea of the daughter of the Zhou family, and when the money is there, the weapon in your hand is not for you to choose!"

Dead Xiao Mo couldn't help but stop wiping, he raised his head to look at the nagging shopkeeper, and said coldly:

"Get out!"

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