On the road again, Yang Xiao completely understood the unreliability of Ning Caichen, a famous scholar, the steamed buns are hard, the books are missing pages, and the umbrella is broken, so that after a thunderstorm, Yang Xiao can only follow him all the way to find a place to hide from the rain.

Fortunately, the protagonist's luck is generally good, Yang Xiao followed Ning Caichen to run wildly not long after, and a thatched pavilion appeared in front of him, although it was dilapidated, but it was finally able to shelter some wind and rain, the two avoided it, and before they could say a word, in the distance, in the wind and rain, there was a chaotic sound of fighting.

A person, a sword, closely chased the four or five figures in front of him, that person's swordsmanship was very fast, and it was even more powerful, and the sword light that swayed out cut off the rain curtain, although the few people he chased were good, but when they met that person, they could only secretly call unlucky.

Vertical and horizontal slashing, each sword is ruthless to the extreme, in an instant, almost all the people who were chased have fallen, the last person left, finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart, plopped to the ground, holding a burden and begging: "Uncle, we have eyes without beads, I am willing to return to the original owner, spare my life!"

"Hmph, dare to take the uncle's things, look for death!" The swordsman reached out and took the burden, and then a sword was cut out, directly cutting the man to the ground, red blood, flowing all over the ground along the rain, a bad breath, lingering.

Seeing the swordsman walking towards the thatched hut, Ning Caichen trembled with fright, and hurriedly hid behind Yang Xiao, which made Yang Xiao speechless for a while.

The thatched hut is not big, and the two people squatting are reluctant, not to mention the third person, the swordsman came in with a fierce face and scolded: "You two, get out of me!"

Yang Xiao thought slightly, vaguely guessed the identity of the person who came, and smiled indifferently at the moment: "I have heard of you, the so-called number one swordsman in the world, the Xia Houen who fought with Yan Chixia to fight you to the death?"

"Boy, who are you?!" The swordsman was taken aback when he heard this, and his hand subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword he carried with him.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao immediately understood, he didn't guess wrong, this guy was really the competitive Xiahou swordsman, and immediately smiled slightly: "My name is Yang Xiao, you may not have heard of it, of course, you don't have to hear it, it's just that since we came here first, it's better for Brother Xiahou to leave on his own, so as not to tear his face and everyone's face is not good-looking." ”

Xia Houen said fiercely: "Your Excellency has a big breath. "He is a first-class master in the world, his strength is amazing, naturally, as a mixed country, his temper is not much better, Yang Xiao's words were excited, and he couldn't help his anger at the moment and wanted to do it.

"My tone is not big, and I don't have to worry about Brother Xiahou, but seeing that you can be regarded as a generation of swordsmen, I don't want you to die just now, so I want to remind you that there is great harm on the road ahead, and those who enter will die!" Seeing that Xia Houen had signs of wanting to make a move, Yang Xiao didn't talk nonsense, and then waved his sleeves lightly, and a huge force had already pushed Xia Houen out of the thatched hut, submerged in the rain, and fell dozens of feet away.

Encountering the huge force of pushing mountains and seas, Xia Houen only felt that he was in the rain for a while, and he didn't understand that he had met a master, and he didn't even dare to say a cruel word at the moment, so he walked away in disgrace.

In the thatched shed, Ning Caichen couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that Yang Xiao had such magical powers, he had been startled by the fierce Xia Houen before, but he never thought that the really powerful person was Yang Xiao who walked with him all the way.

"Brother Yang, I really didn't expect you to be so powerful!" Although Ning Caichen is a scholar, he was born in troubled times, but he can't help but be full of envy for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Ning, this world is very big, there are many things you don't know, there's nothing strange about it, let's go, the rain has stopped!"

The two set off again, this time not long after they arrived, they arrived at a small town, although the place was deserted, but it was a place where people from the rivers and lakes gathered, but, in the midst of the excitement, there was a strange atmosphere.

Seeing the town of Montenegro, Ning Caichen was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly took Yang Xiao straight to the teahouse, the teahouse opened the door to do business, and saw this scholar walk in the door, although the shopkeeper disliked him for being in tatters, but he still greeted him very politely: "Guest officer, please, is it a sharp point, or a stay?"

Before he could wait for the scholar to reply, he was already busy greeting the guy and said, "Agen, why don't you come over to take the salute for the guests?" and then turned around and sold to Ning Caichen: "There is just one upper room."

Ning Caichen was taken aback by the shopkeeper's hospitality, and hurriedly interrupted him, introducing himself: "No, no, I'm not here to stay, my name is Ning Caichen, and I was sent by Jibaozhai to collect the accounts!"

Yang Xiao, who was following behind, couldn't help but sneer when he saw this, this feeling was exactly the same as the movies he had watched, and he didn't even travel for dialogue, which was really rare.

"Collect the accounts?!" The shopkeeper's face immediately changed, and then he asked curiously: "Why are the people you Jibaozhai sent to collect the accounts different every time?"

Ning Caichen sneered: "After the person last time collected the account, he was killed by others on the way, so now it is me."

The shopkeeper smiled: "Alas, anyway, if you collect the account, you will be killed sooner or later on the road, so it's better to be cheaper and I'll forget it!" Immediately, he waved his hand and said to Ning Caichen like a fly: "Don't take it, don't take it!"

"Don't be kidding!" Ning Caichen was speechless, he hurriedly took out the account book that Jibao Zhai had given to the shop below, but he forgot one thing. Along the way, he was exposed to the wind and sun, rain and snow, and his own body could bear it, but where could he stand a mere account book? At this time, when he took it out, it turned out to be a damp piece of rain, and the recorded figures had turned into a ball of ink, who could recognize the account by this book?

Ning Caichen flipped through a few pages of the account book, and couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp, and said secretly: "Oops!" But fortunately, he has quick wit, and it is not in vain that the boss of Jibaozhai promoted him to collect the account. Ning Caichen hugged the account book in his arms, pretended to be indifferent and said to the shopkeeper of the teahouse: "Boss, can I take a look at the stubs of your teahouse?" He was also afraid of the shopkeeper's disbelief, so he specially added: "This is the new rules for collecting accounts from Jibaozhai!"

It's just that this Ning Caichen is smart, but the shopkeeper of the teahouse is even more cunning, seeing the other party's flickering words and erratic eyes, he was already suspicious in his heart and asked: "Is it a new rule? You can show me the account book first!"

He didn't pay attention to Ning Caichen's defenses, and reached out to snatch the account book from the scholar's arms, Ning Caichen hurriedly blocked the shopkeeper's sight with his hand, and said anxiously: "No, you can't look at it!"

But just such a moment of effort, it was enough for the sharp-eyed shopkeeper to find that the problem was wrong, and he scolded: "What kind of account is this? It's dark and messy, and you Jibaozhai relies on this kind of thing to collect accounts?"

Ning Caichen snatched the account book back, and said helplessly: "The account book is wet." However, if I can't collect the account, I won't have the money to go back."

But the shopkeeper obviously didn't sympathize with him, and hurriedly beckoned his guy Agen to throw Ning Caichen's things on the ground, Yang Xiao originally wanted to come forward to help, but when he thought of what happened after, he endured it again.

Ning Caichen said helplessly: "Boss, you can help." ”

At this time, the shopkeeper of the teahouse came to be majestic, he walked out from behind the counter, and said with a smile: "Young man, since you don't have my account in your account book, that means I don't owe you any money?

As he spoke, he pushed Ning Caichen out of the door, but the poor scholar was already exhausted from trekking through mountains and rivers all the way, and he stumbled and fell to the ground before he could stand firmly.

Yang Xiao's eyes flashed, but after all, there was no movement, he stepped forward and patted Ning Caichen's shoulder and said: "It seems that you can't collect the account today, it's getting late, let's find a place to rest for the night first, and when you rewrite the account book tomorrow, let's come again!"

"What Brother Yang said is true. Ning Caichen looked like he was being taught: "It's just that we have no money on us right now, so it seems that we have to find a place where we don't spend money for a night." ”

Suddenly, a person next to him interjected: "If you want to live in a place where it doesn't cost money, let's go to Lanruo Temple!"

Lanruo Temple?!

As soon as these words came out, a cloudy wind suddenly flowed and swept through, as if it had suddenly turned from a hot day to a cold winter moon, and the people around him were also scattered

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