readx;? After the excitement, it will eventually return to calm, there is no huge force that can supply things to be violent all the time, people are not Haori after all. The world is a process www.biquge.info of movement, and in the process of moving, there is a relative stillness, just like the end of the prosperous time, the thinking of the big ups and downs, and people need this kind of stillness after the rapid movement.

Fufeng Inn, after experiencing such a fierce battle, has also regained its inherent tranquility. The catkins are again on the shore of the pond, dancing in the evening breeze. It didn't seem to care, the inn was riddled with holes, only immersed in its dancing posture, and nothing else.

The willow branches don't care, the evening breeze doesn't care, the pond doesn't care, the moon with some hidden light doesn't care, and even the Fufeng Inn itself doesn't care.

He who cares about objects is man, and he who cares about man is also man. Only people care about people, and people who don't care about people are simply not worthy of being called people.

The courtyard of the Fufeng Inn was smashed out of a big pit, and the garden flowers and plants in the courtyard were cut down and fell to the ground, and there was a kind of withering that was even more miserable than being destroyed by the wind.

The owner of the Fufeng Inn sat on the threshold, in a daze.

Feng Qin ignored him and walked straight to the Tianzi No. 3 room in the attic.

The evening breeze passed through the nave and blew through the cloister, but it did not dispel the stench of the room. The stench did not diminish as the temperature dropped, but was blown farther and farther away by the wind. It stinks, and the smell is far away.

The moment Feng Qin pushed the door open, the stench hit his face, almost fainting him. He quickly held his breath and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

Yan Jiu's corpse was still lying on his back in some dried bloodstains, and Bian San's corpse was even more difficult to see, the whole mass was black, and there was gas rising, and those stenches floated from his body.

Feng Qin closed the door, there was really no way to stay in such a room, such a foul smell was enough to smoke people to death.

He walked back down the hall and patted the innkeeper on the shoulder. The innkeeper turned his head a little blankly and looked at him with extremely blank eyes.

"You don't smell the stench?"

The boss nodded blankly.

"Do you have any incense?"

The boss pointed to the back of the table, then waved his hand extremely helplessly, quietly thinking about his life.

Feng Qin saw that this boss was not messing around, but lost his soul, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and comforted, "Have you heard of Shuangjiaolou?"

"I've heard of it, what does this have to do with me?"

"Then why do you know about Shuangjiaolou?"

"The Shuangjiao wine of Shuangjiaolou is very famous, one cold and one hot. ”

"This is not the most famous, when people think of Shuangjiaolou, they will think of what martial arts?"

The boss was diverted from the conversation, and then replied, "The battle of Shuangjiao, the decisive battle between the Hanli Ice Xuanjian and the Scorching Sun Flame Sword was in the Tianjiao Restaurant in Tianjiao County, after this battle, Tianjiao Building was renamed Shuangjiao Building, which is famous all over the world. ”

Feng Qinfu patted the boss on the shoulder again, "Think about it, after tonight, your inn may be so famous." ”

The boss looked bitter, "That's the Cold Ice Xuan Sword and the Scorching Sun Heat Sword, how can you compare." ”

Feng Qin showed a look of fascination, "One day, I will surpass them." Today's people are not all nameless, you can make up something, the big thief Ling San entered the Fufeng Building at night, the unrighteous killed Wu Xingyi and chased the thief away, and the second duel between God and the king of the king, these can be made up. ”

The innkeeper showed a sudden expression, he knew that these people were famous tonight, and he didn't expect these people to be so famous. Ling San is even more limited to Binzhou, Wu Xingyi is limited to Xiangzhou, and King Hunting is limited to Luzhou, and Shenxuan is very famous in the entire Tianyi Dynasty.

His face regained his figure, stood up, and patted his buttocks, "It really stinks, yes, I'm going to get you incense." ”

Feng Qin also smiled, although he didn't know if Fufeng Inn would be so famous after this turmoil, he didn't know. But seeing the gloom on the boss's face fade and regain hope, I feel happy.

Although he is famous, many times he does not understand customs. He doesn't understand amorous feelings, but he understands human feelings. Some people are really stupid and can't tell the difference.

The boss went to get the incense enthusiastically, handed Feng Qin a bundle, plus a handful of fire folds, "You order upstairs, I'll order downstairs." ”

The stench came from upstairs, and the upstairs naturally stinked terribly.

The boss muttered, "What are you doing when you bring back such a rotting corpse and make all my guests stink." ”

Feng Qin Zhengse said, "He is our brother. ”

The boss no longer complains, the word brother is too heavy, and the brother is dead, where is there any reason not to collect the body for him.

"Then why don't you buy a coffin and seal it up, it's too smelly. ”

Feng Qin is as good as a stream, "Where is the coffin for sale?"

"It's on North Street, but it's closed now, so it's better to buy it early tomorrow morning, ready-made, and fit properly. ”

Feng Qin nodded, hugged the incense, and walked towards the upper hall.

He covered his mouth and nose, thinking as he walked, maybe Boss Wu had done something wrong by bringing Bian Laosan back. Since Bian Laosan was poisoned, the other party must be a master of poisoning. Since poison is used, it is very likely that Bian Laosan's corpse will be borrowed to poison.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the innkeeper was right, and decided to buy a coffin after dawn, and it must be tightly sealed to completely isolate the smell.

He began to light incense, which was not expensive, just to get rid of the smell of the thatched house, and he lit a small handful before each door, and ordered it very carefully, for fear of missing a place.

Halfway through the order, he suddenly heard a terrified scream.

"Ghost ・・・・・・"

When a person is particularly surprised, the words spoken will drag on for a long time, and the tone of the ghost words will be stretched high and long.

But this cry was extremely short, so short that it suddenly abruptly abruptly stopped.

It's like being stuck in the air by someone, and I can't make a sound anymore.

There are only two people in the Fufeng Inn today, he and the innkeeper, and if he is not called, then it must be the innkeeper's name.

This cry is not a good sign, ghost, it means that he did not even see the person who attacked him, so he mistook it for a ghost.

The scream is quick and short, which shows that the opponent is fast, ruthless, and desperate.

His reaction was also fast, and almost as soon as the first letter of the ghost word sounded, he threw away the incense and fire fold in his hand, and went straight over the guardrail and went down. And three steps at a time, like a cheetah, rushed to the place where the sound came from.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the wind is fast and the sword is fast, so fast that you can hear the deep groan, shallow singing, roaring, and roaring of the wind.

But he's also fast in man and fast in size, especially when it comes to short-range raids. Fighting doesn't require you to run far, it's not a race to escape. The speed of his body technique increased the speed of his sword technique by at least three layers.

So people only know the speed of Feng Xiaojian, but they don't know the speed of others. (To be continued.) )