Winter is on the nineth, and the snow is coming!

The town of Xiaomiao was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the streets were rarely populated, and a horse-drawn carriage like a lonely soul drove into the town, and the car was not too deep. A burly man wrapped in cotton clothes jumped out of the carriage www.biquge.info the pen fun pavilion, and the chariot whip in his hand proved that he was a simple coachman, but the ghost head knife stuck obliquely in his back was a little indescribably weird.

At the end of the street was a small three-story inn, which looked like a horse-drawn carriage, white and a little deserted, just like the dead branches in front of the door, with a few frost-white ice lumps.

The two closed doors seemed to have not been opened for some days, and the red paint on the doors was mottled, and if it weren't for the signs on the doorway pole still fighting against the wind and snow, everyone would have thought that this inn had been closed for a long time.

I didn't wait outside the door for a long time to see someone in the inn come out to say hello, and I couldn't hear anyone in the inn, but it made it even more lonely and decaying in this inn. In fact, the people in the town know that this inn also had a prosperous business a long time ago, entertaining high-rollers from the south to the north, and also entertaining dignitaries in the temple, and there is even a wonder man in the martial arts who once lived. Even not so long ago, when the inn changed owners, there were major events that shocked the martial arts, and several people who had been surprised overnight all died here.

After that, the inn suddenly fell silent, its owner suddenly became gloomy, I don't know what to do, now the inn is run by the proprietress in the care, but it is limited to opening and closing the door and providing accommodation, and nothing else should be requested.

So there is a terrible legend on the rivers and lakes and in the streets, all saying that this place is a fierce place, and there are evil ghosts asking for their lives!

Now, there is no longer laughter and noise here during the day, and there are no brilliant lights at night, only a lone lamp in front of the door is not extinguished all night, as if it can lead people to the point of no return.

There seems to be a person waiting day and night in the small building, but no one knows what she is waiting for?

But no matter how humble and dark the place, there are people living silently, just like the blood field of Jinyiwei. Maybe it's because they have nowhere else to go, or maybe it's because they'd rather hide in this kind of place, forgotten by the world.

"Young Master, it's here. Tie Qi stood in front of the carriage with some respect and said to the carriage.

Liu Mu jumped out of the carriage, looked up at this inn that was not big, stepped forward and pushed open the closed door hard, the squeaking sound made people's teeth a little sour, Liu Mu frowned and glanced at the store casually, patted the little snow on his body, and shouted to the store after a while: "Is there anyone?"

The shopkeeper was a woman with a pale face, and the ruthlessness of the years had carved a mark on her face, and a deep scar had slanted across her face, and if it weren't for this scar, she would have been three points of beauty, provided that she was ten years younger.

Wang Rong knew that his dilapidated store would not invite noble customers, but he was still humbly waiting for the guests here with the door open, in exchange for some rare money to live, he would rather live a humble life in the inn than sell the inn and return to his mother's house to listen to the merciless ridicule of those people. Although this kind of day is lonely, it is calm. She always had the illusion that her husband was not dead and that he would come back.

I didn't have to go out by myself today to know that it was snowing heavily, and I thought it would be closed when it was dark as usual, but I didn't expect a different customer to come to the small shop, in fact, he wasn't wearing very luxurious clothes, and he didn't look special. Although he was tall and handsome, he seemed to be very cold, and he was frosty all year round.

He is really a very ordinary person, but when Wang Rong saw him, she felt that he had many differences. He didn't laugh at Wang Rong's appearance, nor did he pay attention to it, let alone pretend to be particularly sympathetic to the scar on her face. To be honest, this sympathy is sometimes more unbearable than ridicule. He was neither critical nor praising the dilapidated environment of the inn. He seldom spoke at all, and the strangest thing was that since he first walked into the little shop, he had never said anything except the word that he had stayed in, and even the eagle on his shoulder was the same.

"The shop does not provide meals, does not provide hot water, a room for 300 Wen, live in the backyard, the room is your own. Wang Rong said loudly as if she had memorized the lines for a long time.

Different from Fan Yan's disgusted expression, Liu Mu nodded indifferently, and said to Fan Yan without turning his head: "You go and inform Tieqi, and buy some food by the way." After speaking, he walked towards the upstairs room without looking back, passing by Wang Rong's side, and lined up a piece of loose silver on the railing of the corridor.

Wang Rong is not a mouthy person, and after receiving the silver, she turned around and returned to her room, there was really nothing to greet in the store. In this way, several days passed, the weather was a little cold these days, a heavy snow did not stop for more than ten days, with the acquiescence of the shopkeeper, Tie Qi and Fan Yan have already taken care of the inn with a trace of popularity, even the fire kang has been burned, and the abandoned kitchen has also begun to work.

In Wang Rong's eyes, these were a few strange guests, but looking at the inn where some of them had returned to their original faces, she sometimes not only thought about how good it would be if these people could stay here forever. Early in the morning, Fan Yan and Tie Qi began to practice knives in the cleaned up hall, and after just half an hour, two people on horseback came from a distance. There were not many pedestrians on this snowy day, and there were no horseback riders, so Tie Qi stopped Fan Yan and looked at the two people on the horse.

I saw that these two people were wearing apricot-colored long cotton robes, one in front had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the other in the back had a hook-like nose, both of them had short beards, and they both looked like they were only in their thirties. The appearance of these two people is not outstanding, but the apricot yellow cotton robe they are wearing is extremely dazzling, and neither of them pays attention to the iron flag and Fan Yan in the inn, but they raise their heads from time to time to look at the sky.

After a while, the two of them urged their horses to come to the inn, and clasped their fists at the two of Tieqi and said, "Dare to ask the two, is this eagle in the sky yours?"

The puzzled Tie Qi and Fan Yan looked at each other, stepped out of the door and stared at the sky, and after a while, they said in unison: "No." “

After carefully staring at the eyes of the two Tieqi for a long time, and after making sure that they were not lying, he smiled and hugged his fists and said: "It's troublesome for the two, my two brothers are disciples of the Shaolin Outer Sect, and this time they are tracking the villain with the eagle, so I can't compensate the two." After saying that, he bowed and saluted!

Watching the two get on the horse and leave, Fan Yan said suspiciously: "It's really not Brother Mu's eagle, but who else in the rivers and lakes will take an eagle?"

"It's still Shaolin people looking for it, it's definitely not a trivial matter. Iron Banner echoed.

"What's going on?" I don't know when, Liu Mu had already walked out of the room, and now asked in the hallway.

"It's Shaolin people, looking for some kind of villain with an eagle. Fan Yan had already preemptively said.

There was only Jinyiwei with eagles in the rivers and lakes, Liu Mu guessed that his colleagues appeared nearby, and frowned: "In which direction did the people from Shaolin leave?"

Seeing that Tieqi pointed in the direction of the east, Liu Muyun got up and chased in the direction where the Shaolin people left, and his voice came out from afar: "Wait for me in the inn, I'll come when I go." “

Before the voice fell, the two Iron Banners could no longer see him. After shaking their heads suspiciously, the two of them opened their posture and practiced the knife again.