Because black and white said that the name of the white-clothed swordsman was Yan Mingye, Nangong Yi was startled, and then began to tell us about this Yan Mingye. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"According to the information we have, this Yan Mingye is a powerful swordsman, his strength should be above the high level of the Condensation Realm, and he is practicing a thirty-six path windless sword, which can be regarded as powerful. ”

"You're right, this Yan Mingye and Bao Cheng do have a grudge, it seems that Bao Cheng's only younger brother died under Yan Mingye's windless sword. ”

Hearing him say this, I thought for a while and said, "Do you think that Qi Tianshou was invited by Bao Cheng, specifically to besiege and kill that Yan Mingye?"

I myself feel that this speculation is completely feasible, because I clearly perceive that Bao Cheng's martial arts should be inferior to Yan Mingye's.

If you can't do martial arts, you can't take revenge if you fight alone, so it's normal to find a helper.

Nangong Yi shook his head and denied my speculation, and said: "As far as I know, although Bao Cheng is not a righteous gentleman, he is afraid that he will not do this if he bullies more and less in the matter of revenge." ”

"He and Qi Tianshou appeared together, there should be other reasons, and Yan Mingye will appear here, more may be just a coincidence!"

He had to say this, I actually didn't have no choice, and then again, they all said that the road is narrow, and they will meet here, which is not too unreasonable.

After both sides sat down, Qi Tianshou and Bao Cheng were still staring at Yan Mingye, but there was no sign of making a move, Yan Mingye was sitting quietly alone, without any intention of chatting with them.

When the guy came over to ask for the house money, he threw a silver ingot directly over and made the guy's mouth shut directly.

Seeing Yan Mingye like this, we felt a little embarrassed in our hearts.

is also walking on the rivers and lakes, and it is also an existence with good strength, but the other party can be rich and wealthy, and can have the courage to spend a lot of money, but we are worried about money......

After joining us men, there was only one empty table left in the inn.

At this time, there was another sound of horses' hooves outside, and it was still one, and it was a person from the high level of the condensation realm.

This man was a bald man, not very tall, and had a not-so-common scimitar hanging from his waist, even the same scimitar as those Great Ancient Moon Clan assassins who assassinated me and Wuchen back then, trying to snatch the Demon Sword Fall.

When he arrived at the door, the bald man did not immediately step in, but stood at the door for a moment, his sharp gaze, and some bad intentions swept around before entering.

I don't know who this bald man is looking for, so I don't care too much about him, thinking about some things about the sword in the mountains.

At this point, the bald man made a move that I didn't quite understand.

Obviously, there was an empty table, and the bald man didn't go to sit down, but he had to go to Yan Ming's side to sit down at night.

"Hehe, don't mind if I'm sitting here?"

There was a taste of a hippie smile, and the bald man asked Yan Mingye like this, and without waiting for him to answer, his ass had already sat down steadily.

In this process, Yan Mingye didn't say a word, didn't make any moves, and didn't seem to care about the arrival of the other party at all.

Looking at the bald man and Yan Mingye, I habitually asked Nangong Yi, "Who is this bald man, do you know?"

He looked at me with a bitter look in his eyes, and he said: "Although I am the young official of Ning Guosi, Ning Guosi is not able to find out everything in the rivers and lakes, and I can't figure out the identities of a considerable number of people." ”

He had already said this, I didn't ask him again, and returned my attention to the bald man and Yan Mingye who were sitting at the same table.

I have a vague feeling in my heart that there is some kind of unknown deep relationship between Yan Mingye, Bald, Bao Cheng, and Qi Tianshou.

The bald man seems to be a person who talks a lot, and when he sits with Yan Mingye, he always has a stubble to talk to.

"Little brother, can you take off your hat, I want to see your true face hidden underneath!"

Yan Mingye ignored him, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.

Seeing that Yan Mingye didn't pay attention, he seemed to be bored with himself, and he didn't say any more, but his virtue just couldn't be changed, and he committed it again after a while.

"Little brother, you said that the world is so big, the two of us can still sit together like this, isn't it fate?"

Yan Mingye still didn't speak, and the bald man was not angry anymore, and said with a smile: "Little brother, let me tell you, I really think that there is a real fate between us, or let's worship and become brothers with different surnames!"

I wanted to scoff at such stupid words, and Yan Mingye, who had not spoken, was even more likely to ignore him.

Even so, the bald man was still happy to do it, like a fly, he kept barking on Yan Mingye's side, moving here and there, obviously just looking for trouble.

Even I had the urge to rush over and slap this bald man and make him shut up, and I also admired Yan Mingye's endurance, he could actually tolerate this bald man.

In the noise of the bald man, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside again, which was different from the previous ones, this time the sound of horses' hooves was one in front and one in the back, and it was a bit of a tight smell.

Like a gust of wind, when the sound of horses' hooves stopped abruptly, a man came in from the outside, rolled over in a very embarrassed way, and got up, ignoring the dust on his body, until he sat down at the last empty table.

Seeing this person's behavior, I couldn't help frowning slightly, because this person is not normal, to put it mildly, how can a person with such actions be a normal person.

It wasn't until he sat down that I really started to look at the man.

It was a thin man, with a high forehead, a low nose, two eyes sunken deeply, two faces slightly tucked, and pale on his face and lips, much like a man fleeing the wilderness.

At this time, his coarse linen coat was covered with dust, and the hilt of his sword at his waist was rubbed with dirt, but he sat at the table like wood, and did not reach out to deal with it.

Moreover, his eyes were a little straight, staring at the table in front of him motionless, his lips and body were trembling slightly, as if he had encountered something very terrible.

When a guest came, Xiao Er came over immediately and said the same thing.

"Guest officer, there is still a vacant room in the store, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

When asked by Xiao Er, he seemed to be stupid, as if he hadn't heard, he didn't raise his head, kept his previous posture unchanged, and seemed to start muttering something in his mouth.

Feeling that Xiao Er's temper was also good, this person ignored him, and he continued: "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

The man still didn't respond, and Xiao Er continued: "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

As soon as he asked this time, he seemed to be touched by something, and this person raised his head suddenly, staring at the shopkeeper with two eyes, and his face was already distorted, like a demon.

I saw his throat rolling, and he yelled at Xiao Er, "Stop your mother, Lao Tzu's life is almost gone, what to live in!"

While drinking, all the murderous aura in the early stage of his condensation realm fell on the shopkeeper, and he was a bit of a mover at the shopkeeper.

Although this shopkeeper doesn't have any strength, his courage is not bad, and in the face of the vicious words of the early stage of the condensation realm, he has no intention of worrying at all.

"This guest officer, if you live in our inn room and die in the inn, our shopkeeper will prepare two good coffins for you to bury. ”

This sounded like a joke, but not a single one in the inn was smiling, and even all of them had cold faces and solemn expressions.

Hearing Xiao Er say this, this guy's anger was directly extinguished, and he asked in disbelief: "Little Second Brother, is this true?"

The shopkeeper smiled undiminishedly, and nodded slowly, "Don't worry, the guest officer is naturally serious." ”

"Okay, how much does it cost for me to live?"

Putting away the smile on his face, the shopkeeper put down two tea bowls on the table, poured two cups of tea, and said, "One hundred taels of silver!"

As soon as the price was reported, the guy's action of reaching out for the money stopped, the expression on his face stiffened, and he smiled a little strangely, and said, "This is also ...... This also ...... It's too expensive, isn't it?"

His face was still smiling, but he had a little bit of a smiling tiger feeling, Xiao Er asked, "The guest officer doesn't have a hundred taels?"

Shaking his head with difficulty, the guy shook his lips and said, "I don't have that much money!"

Unlike treating us, Xiao Er swept around this guy, and finally stopped at the sword on his waist.

"Well, give me the sword on your waist and mortgage a hundred taels, how about it?"

Hearing this, my eyes couldn't help but fall on the sword on Nangong Yi's waist, touched him with my elbow, and said with a smile: "See, you can take a physical mortgage here, do you want to use your sword as a mortgage for house money?"

As soon as he heard my words, Nangong Yi immediately moved to the side, distanced himself from me, and held the sword at his waist in his arms.

"Don't think about it, why don't you mortgage the things in the box on your back!"

Seeing that this guy couldn't make jokes at all, I could only smile and shake my head, and my eyes continued to fall on the shopkeeper and the man.

was asked by the shopkeeper, the man's hand fell on the hilt of the sword, held it tightly, and there were green tendons on his arms, quite hard.

"What's wrong, reluctant?"

The man's head lowered and said slowly: "This sword is not worth a hundred taels." ”

I also took a closer look at the sword on the man's waist, and found that the scabbard and hilt of this sword were of very ordinary material, and if the inside was the same, it was indeed not worth a hundred taels.

Shopkeeper said: "This is a murderous sword, so it is worth a hundred taels, if it is some swords with a look, no matter how beautiful it is, it is not even worth a tael of silver." ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone in the inn fell on Bao Cheng, because the sword on his waist was a sword that was not worth a tael of silver in the shopkeeper's mouth.

was ridiculed by the shopkeeper, and was looked at by the people in the store, Bao Cheng's face was too dark to see any changes, but his hand on the table was already clenched into a fist, as if he was restraining his emotions.

With a breath in his mouth, the man seemed to have made some decision, untied the sword from his waist and threw it on the table.

"Since you have to, take it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shopkeeper was about to reach out to take the sword with an expressionless face, but at this moment, a shout flew in from outside and stopped the shopkeeper's movements.

"Slow down, little second brother, can you give me this sword, I can give five hundred taels!"

When he finished speaking, a tall man came in from outside, smiling kindly and saying so.

This guy condensed the strength of the peak of the realm, with a purple face, and a hard face, wearing a purple robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and came in in a hurry.

Withdrawing his hand, a playful, mocking, and mocking smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face, and said, "If you want this sword, how about exchanging it for the sword on your waist?"

was said by Xiao Er, and the contrived smile on his face couldn't be hung up, and said: "The sword is life, money can be given, but can life be given?"

When the purple-faced man was talking to the shopkeeper, the people in the inn were whispering something, and it seemed that someone recognized the identity of the purple-faced man.

Nangong Yi on the side said very timely: "That purple-faced man, if I am not mistaken, it should be the purple-faced dragon head of the Chu State, Yang Xiao." ”

I don't know anything about these people in the rivers and lakes, what Nangong Yi said, I just nodded, and continued to pay attention to the conversation between the shopkeeper and Yang Xiao.

The shopkeeper said: "If you don't give the sword, you can't take this sword!"

Angry eyes, staring at the shopkeeper, Yang Xiao said, "Why?"

The shopkeeper said: "His sword has been given to the Wuzheng Inn!"

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To be continued......