Back in the inn room, Min Tian rushed to Feng Chen like crazy and shouted, "Tell me quickly, where is the brightly lit palace that I dream of every day." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info and the old man just now, right?" Feng Chen didn't say anything for a long time, just sat beside the bed with a calm face. Min Tian shook his senior brother's shoulders desperately like crazy: "Hurry up and tell me!Is it related to my life experience?" Feng Chen still didn't say a word, just sighed slowly and said: "We will leave here early tomorrow morning, Sheng Jing will not go, we will go back to the Central Plains and return to the Snow Mountain." In a fit of rage, he threw all the dots on the table to the ground. As soon as the shopkeeper heard a movement upstairs, he quickly jumped upstairs and pushed open the door to take a look inside, and saw that the two brothers seemed to be bickering. Whispered himself outside the door: "The two young masters will rest early today, and there will be three more tests tomorrow." Min Tian roared: "It's not rare! I'll leave in a while!" Feng Chen slapped the table and said with a serious face: "Where are you going!" Min Tian shouted: "That old man who tells the story must know some secrets." When Min Tian said this, it made the shopkeeper suddenly realize: "The old man who told the story is really powerful, I also heard that this person was the prince or something back then." Min Tian grabbed the collar of the shopkeeper's clothes: "What! You make it clear! Where is the prince?" The shopkeeper kicked his legs in the air: "Let me down!" Min Tian's eyes were red, his eyes were full of tears, and when he shook his hand, the shopkeeper was slammed on the door panel, lying on the ground and spitting blood, wiping the corners of his mouth to see that he had shed so much blood, and fainted with fright. Feng Chen helped the shopkeeper to lie down on the bed, turned to Min Tian and said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere! Honestly guard here! I'll go get a pair of medicine for him." ”

Feng Chen was just about to raise his feet and go out, but who knew that Min Tian actually pulled out a crazy knife behind his back, and the blade pointed directly at Feng Chen's backbone: "Senior brother, I'm sorry! I went down the mountain this time to solve the mystery of my life experience, and the strange dream I always had." Feng Chen turned around, his fearless fingers gently pinched his blade aside: "Senior brother, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you and I still want to face each other with swords?" Who knew that this Min Tian turned his wrist and held the knife in both hands, and actually scratched Feng Chen's face with the sharp blade, Min Tian shouted with red eyes: "From today on, the fate of you and my brother is all here, I will find out my own affairs, and I will not ask you again." Feng Chen's white fingers were stained with blood, but he never frowned at all, and still said to Min Tian as before: "Senior brother, if you insist on this, senior brother will not say much. You just have to remember that wherever you are, you have me. Min Tian then put away the knife and strode out of the house.

Feng Chen categorically said that the prince only knew one or two old things, not everything. Even the mad knife hero is afraid that the old man doesn't know, so Feng Chen is not worried at all that Min Tian can find the mystery of his life without any evidence. Feng Chen first went to the pharmacy to grab the hemostatic herbs for the shopkeeper to treat internal injuries, and then gave the big tonic pill left by his master to the shopkeeper who was powerless. After waiting for five or six hours, the shopkeeper gradually sobered up, but he still remembered that he hurt himself yesterday, and Feng Chen hurriedly apologized to him for his junior brother. But the shopkeeper did not give up, saying that he would gather the heroes in the wine store tomorrow and give an explanation to Feng Chen. The shopkeeper tilted his head and said with a faint breath: "Don't think that we, outsiders, are easy to bully!" Feng Chen knew that if he provoked such a move, it would become a contradiction between the Central Plains martial arts and the Manchurian Eight Banners. Feng Chen saw that this matter would not be so easy to solve, so he had to promise the shopkeeper to give him an explanation early tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, those so-called famous and decent sons of the Central Plains Martial Arts gathered in the hall on the first floor of the wine shop, and these people looked at the lively situation one by one on their faces, and they didn't care about who hurt the shopkeeper at all. and the eldest son of the Red Flag Banner Owner Dai Shan, no longer the flattering and treacherous posture of yesterday, but adding oil and vinegar to the side, it seems that he has to put the dust to death.

Seeing that the big guys in the hall on the first floor were all there, the shopkeeper stood in the crowd and wanted to tell everyone all about yesterday, but he was sealed and said: "Yesterday, my junior brother injured the shopkeeper in the wine shop, and today I will apologize to you on behalf of the ignorant junior brother, if it is difficult to understand your anger yesterday, you might as well choose a strong man to give me a slap in the chest, what do you think?" The well-dressed nobles in the hall scrambled to promote the fierce men who had worked hard under their hands. Instead, Murong Qinghe stood up and said: "In our Central Plains martial arts, we pay attention to fairness. And my Jiangnan Yanziwu ancestor passed down a sentence 'to repay the other body with the way of the other', today it is better for our Central Plains martial arts people to take action, in order to show fairness. The two young heads of the Kunlun faction and the Kongtong faction were standing aside with Murong Gongzi at this time, and the young masters of Kongtong said: "It is said that there are no more than three things, before his junior brother slapped the shopkeeper with a palm, and today let him accept the three of us in public." Feng Chen's expression was gloomy, and he naturally knew that no matter how deep his internal strength was, he couldn't afford to let these three people take turns to give him a slap on the chest, but since he had promised in public, he would never lose his trust in others. When the shopkeeper clapped his hands, Murong Gongzi turned over and jumped up and gave a palm from behind Feng Chen, and Feng Chen took his 'Vientiane Fist' with thirty percent of his internal force. I only heard the voice of the young head of the Kongtong faction on the left: "Look at my Kongtong faction's 'three qi gathering ding'." Feng Chen took the second palm without dodging, but his throat and eyes had already tasted the fishy smell of blood. The boy of the Kunlun faction stood on the right side of Feng Chen, hesitated for a moment, and still came sideways. The superposition of the palm power of the three on Feng Chen's body is not at all something that ordinary people can bear, Feng Chen's body shook, and the three of them collected their palm power in time and were not invaded by their own palm power. Feng Chen covered his chest, leaned on the side of the table and said, "Since everything I owe you has been paid off, it's time for me to leave." As he spoke, he picked up his bags on the table and turned to go out.

I only heard the clear voice coming from the room where the curtains were hanging: "Childe, stay!" When Feng Chen turned around, he only felt that a girl in white clothes flew from the roof holding the curtain beyond herself, the scenery in Feng Chen's eyes became confused, and when her body fell to the ground with her body weak, she felt that her body was surrounded by white veil.