The dirt-covered road had not rained for days, and pedestrians, horses' hooves, and even the slightest breeze could stir up a cloud of dust.

It was noon, the sun was scorching, and the pedestrians along the way were listless, and they didn't seem to have much strength to even eat.

"Jingle bell, ding clank!"

In a small wine shop, under the face of a beautiful white and greasy melon seed, there is a boring arc on the side of the small mouth, and the eyes like two stars skim around, obviously, this little girl in a light green dress is very unhappy. Otherwise, the silver bell in his hand would not have shaken.

"Grandpa, how long are you going to drink?"

Sitting opposite the girl was an old man with bright hair, dazzling eyebrows and a kind face. But no matter who it was, as soon as he made a touch of his gaze, he couldn't help but shudder involuntarily, and an indescribable ferocity shot out of this person's eyes, so that when people saw it, they felt a chill all over their bodies, almost cold to the bone marrow.

For the girl's impatient words, the old man just calmly picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice, and then said as if he took care of himself: "Dog meat with wine, the more you drink, the more you have!

"Hmph, really!"

With a cold snort, the girl turned her head sideways and stopped looking at the old man, just sulking to herself.

"Brother Tian, where are you? You said you would come to me in Yangzhou Mansion back then, but why haven't you come after so many years, did you forget about me when you had another girl?"

The girl's feelings, the girl's thoughts, are like the rain on the April day, lingering, but you can't guess it.

"Drive, drive, drive......"

The sound of galloping horses' hooves, shouts, and whips broke the peace of the town.

"Imperial ......"

With the sound of a horse and the noisy sound of horses' hooves, the next moment, four or five monks dressed in red monk's robes and embroidered with a blood-colored long knife on their chests rushed in.

"Wait!"

The leader was an old monk, and a pair of eyes swept over the small wine shop, not like he was looking at people, but as if he was looking at prey.

At this time, although the four monks behind him were covered in dust and hungry, just two words made them stand in place one by one, not daring to act.

Although it's just a small town, it's time for dinner, and the liquor shop doesn't look like it's not doing well. It's really not normal to have only two people at a table eat here.

"It's not solid to eat a meal, there are always some cats and dogs, it's really annoying, annoying!"

Speaking of this, the old man who was eating put down the chopsticks in his hand and took another sip of wine. Suddenly, he put down his chopsticks, took out a long dry tobacco stick from his waist, and began to load tobacco leaves on his own.

"Okay, the Central Plains really hides the dragon and the crouching tiger, in such a small place, there are actually people who dare to speak wildly, it seems that the blood knife of this ancestor is going to drink blood again today!"

It turned out that this person was the Blood Knife Ancestor who chased and killed Jiang Feng back then, and with a soft steel knife being pulled out of his waist. But when he saw that the blade was trembling, it was like a living snake. And the blade of the bloody knife was all dark red, and the blood light was faint, which was extremely terrifying.

Even if you don't know the Blood Knife Ancestor, just from this Blood Knife, you can easily judge that this Blood Knife Ancestor is by no means an easy person.

"Ah Jue, how many people did Grandpa kill today?"

At this time, the old man finally lit the dry tobacco with tobacco leaves, took a puff, and asked the girl on the side lightly.

"This ......"

The girl flicked the silver ring in her hand at this time, and a pair of big black eyes turned, and then bit her lip. Suddenly, he said to the old man, "Eh, grandpa, you haven't killed anyone today!"

"It's not good to kill, it's not good to kill, one, two, three, four, five, five people, kill three today, and kill two tomorrow. It's a pity that your fourth grandfather is not here, otherwise, you won't have to wait until tomorrow. ”

"Don't, it's annoying enough for you alone, plus the fourth grandfather, the two of you get together, no three, no four, there will be no good thing. ”

As the two of them talked, the Blood Knife Ancestor's original intention to make a move was dispelled in an instant.

It is true that his Blood Knife Ancestor likes to kill people, but for no reason to fight with another master, especially at this critical juncture, to fight with other masters. This kind of stupid thing, his Blood Knife Ancestor can't do it.

Although not many people have seen the true face of Lushan in the Central Plains martial arts, there are many people who have heard this nickname. Legend has it that this man claimed to kill only three people at most in a day, and after killing three people, his heart softened, and the fourth person could not be killed.

Now, although the old man was just quietly smoking dry smoke there, the depth of his skill was so deep that even the Blood Knife Ancestor couldn't see through it for the time being. Therefore, the Blood Knife Ancestor, who has always been rampant, did not immediately start and used his peerless sword technique to teach the other party a lesson.

"Ah Jue, according to grandpa, most of these bald donkeys know grandpa's identity. But don't worry, which ones do you think Grandpa would kill first today?"

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter outside the liquor shop. Like a gust of wind pouring into the liquor shop, it swirls and lingers for a long time.

"Old Man Ding doesn't have to bother, just a few monks from the Blood Knife Sect are taking care of themselves, and they don't dare to work Old Man Ding!"

It's not a small winestore, but it's not a shoddy shack, with neat brick walls. But even in such a wine shop, the laughter outside the wine shop was as clear as if it were in person.

There are many eavesdropping skills in the rivers and lakes, and there are many such characters in the lower ninth-rate sects, relying on the technique of climbing ears outside the wall to get some unknown privacy.

However, speaking through the wall not only makes people sound clear and abnormal, but also seems to be whispering in front of someone, which shows that the inner cultivation of the person who comes is very amazing, and he must be a person with very deep internal skills.

However, as soon as this voice came out, the five people of the Blood Knife Sect, including the Blood Knife Ancestor, turned out to be all in color at the same time. Although this wine shop is not big, there are a lot of windows, as an important passage connecting the inside and outside, it usually becomes the first emergency channel chosen by the people who come and go.

I saw that at this time, the five people, including the Blood Knife Ancestor, did not hesitate to separate the five directions and flew towards the windows one by one.