The business of the Kuaiyi Lin Inn is so prosperous every day, which makes the innkeeper Zhang Jincai's heart bloom! In life, as long as there is a successful career, he will be like Zhang Jincai, the owner of the Kuaiyi Lin Inn, full of scenery and smiling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The innkeeper was sometimes like a hard-working fellow, busily shuttling among the visitors, and sometimes, like a big boss who was at ease, with a calm expression and elegant manners, and watched passers-by come and go in the halls and doors of the inn with pleasure.

Now, he was standing at the door of the inn in the posture of a boss, smiling at the bustling pedestrians on the street; in front of him, there were coachmen in horse-drawn carriages, passers-by with luggage on their shoulders, and merchants carrying burdens along the street.

At that moment, he felt the joy of his success, and as a result, the smile on his face became even sweeter. However, when he turned his head and was about to enter the inn, a face reflected in the light in the middle of the street in the distance made him unhappy, and the full joy instantly turned into a sad face.

Because, he saw the young swordsman in purple the day before yesterday walking towards this direction. At the same time, on the first table to the right of the entrance of the inn hall, the guest in his fifties, dressed in a gray cloth robe, also saw the young swordsman from the oblique corner of the door, and saw that he was walking towards this side step by step, without hurrying or slow.

Seeing this, he nodded and exchanged glances with the other three people at the table, an old man with a three-sheep beard, a young man in a gray robe and a long coat, and a middle-aged man with a flesh mole on the right side of his face.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Zhang Jincai sighed helplessly, and walked into the inn with an unhappy look on his face.

Nan Jian walked to the door of the inn and was about to walk in, when suddenly a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man came out to entertain him, greeted him and said politely:

"Guest officer, I'm sorry, the inn is full, please go one more!"

Nanjian didn't look at the other party's eyes, but he could feel the other party's intention to chase away the guest. So he stood outside the door and said coldly:

"Then please, bring your boss, I have a few words to ask him!"

Zhang Jincai was on the counter, pretending to be planning to hide his panic, when he suddenly heard Xiao Er running over and saying that the young swordsman the night before had asked him to say a few words, which surprised him. He hurriedly asked the other party, his voice very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by the full house:

"Did he say anything?"

"I didn't say anything, I just said I wanted to say a few words to you!"

"Oh, then what did you tell him just now?" Zhang Jincai asked tremblingly, his eyes involuntarily looking at the strange-looking guests.

"I just told you that there is no vacancy, let him go to another house!"

"Oh, do you think my idea is good?" asked Zhang Jincai, trembling with his hands.

"That's the best thing to pay attention to!"

At this time, Xiao Er pointed to the door and said:

"He's coming!"

So, the entire inn people watched Nan Jian walk in expressionlessly.

Although Nan Jian was always staring coldly ahead, the afterglow of his eyes had already taken in the scene inside. The four guests sitting to the right of his entrance, one of them, the middle-aged man who had just been looking sideways at the door, were eating with their heads bowed, and the three guests at the first table on the left hand side of the door were wearing a soft-footed hat, with a cocked nose and a turned lip with a fierce face. A long-faced man with a long scar from the center of his eyebrows to his entire left cheek, he was eating tea, but his eyes were squinting at the purple-clothed swordsman who came in. A hunchbacked middle-aged man with his back to the aisle, making it impossible for anyone who came in to see his expression.

In addition, there were five guests sitting around the counter: a middle-aged man with a patch on his right shoulder, his face was stubbled and bearded like a farmer, a white-faced scholar with clear eyebrows and a clean white robe, a fat man with a round face and a thick neck, with an excellent appetite and an exaggerated appearance! a middle-aged man with a broken eye, and a middle-aged scribe with a white turban.

When these guests saw Nan Jian walking into the inn, their expressions were very vigilant, which also made the innkeeper even more uneasy!

Seeing that he had already walked to the counter, the innkeeper Zhang Jincai hurriedly greeted him with a smile and greeted:

"Nan Daxia, there is a long way to go! dare to ask for any advice?" his unsuccessful smile revealed the fear in his heart.

"There are two things I want to ask you?" Nan Jian said coldly.

"Please ask!"

"The day before yesterday, the woman named Du Mengting in your inn, where is she now?"

"Oh! Nan Daxia didn't know," Zhang Jincai said in surprise, "The girl who had dinner with you the day before yesterday is not from our inn! There is no woman named Du Mengting in our inn at all!"

"Then how did I see her coming down from your upstairs?"

"That's right, Nan Daxia. Zhang Jincai said again, "That day, that woman booked a private room in our guest room on the second floor early, and as soon as you and Fu Gongzi came, he came down! I thought that the guest she had been waiting for for an afternoon was you!"

When Nan Jian heard him say this, he realized that this matter was far more complicated than he imagined! Therefore, he said:

"Then please ask the shopkeeper to help me call out the teahouse called Zheng Qin, I have a few words to say to him!"

"I'm sorry Nan Daxia, that teahouse called Zheng Qin, I fired him that night!"

"And where did he go?"

"I really don't know about this!"

"Who introduced him to work here?" asked Nan Jian again.

"My good friend Qiu Renjie, the jade-faced miracle doctor!" said Zhang Jincai, the innkeeper.

At this moment, there was a rush and noisy footsteps outside the door, and suddenly one of the half-covered doors was pushed open with a bang! The innkeeper was already so frightened that his face turned pale, and he saw that the gray-robed middle-aged man who had come with You Haitao, the new gang leader of the Qinglong Gang, the night before, broke in with a group of menacing people.

However, Nanjian didn't turn his head back, and his body didn't move, as if he didn't know that someone had broken in.

The other party stood at the door, only about eleven steps away from Nanjian, and the group behind him had already drawn their swords, drew their swords, and were ready to fight at any time.

"Why didn't you help master you come today!" Nan Jian suddenly asked, as if he saw who the person who walked in.

"There is no need for a helper to come to such a scene today!" the gray-robed middle-aged man said coldly.

"Oh, why is that?" asked Nanjian.

"Because we're here to kill people today, not to talk about business!" the other party still said coldly.

"Then who are you going to kill today?" Nan Jian asked again.

"It's you!"