With the slim waisted woman, Xu Fengnian finally arrived at the second floor after paying the deposit. At first glance, the female inn owner, who gave people an extremely steady feeling, personally brought the basin of well water, put it on the shelf and left with a smile. Xu Fengnian washed her face. Since her face dared to claim to be rooted, it would not be hindered to wash it normally. The basin of well water was already turbid. Xu Fengnian, who felt refreshed, opened the window and turned his head to see the wine bowl and tea set on the table. It turned out to be a expensive Jiangnan worker.

Art, yellow, purple, purple, and extremely beautiful. No wonder the inn dared to ask for a deposit of fifty taels. This duck head green inn is in full swing. It should not be a black shop that uses human flesh to make buns. When the female boss climbed the tower, she was joking with the rich people in the world. Obviously, there were many repeat customers. This made Xu Fengnian feel relieved and did not feel disgusted with fighting and killing. But if she had never been masked, she would be life-and-death only for money, and it would be boring. She finally wandered around the world, but who would want to drown in the world.

There were six dining tables in the yard, and more than twenty people sat, most of them bare breasts exposed, and their breasts were full of hair. The chest muscles that were more spectacular than women's breasts when drinking and eating meat were shaken and trembled. Fortunately, all the good guys could maintain amazing appetite. The crude swords and axes were placed on the table at will, with few good goods. Beimang's copper iron was in short supply, and Beiliang was strictly controlled. He had to register meticulously with a hoe when passing through the border. The rangers and disciples of the Liyang Dynasty went out to practice. Most of the weapons were superior. Horses may be much worse than Beimang. After all, Beimang's horse farms and pastures were better.

There are too many quality, and it is not easy to build a mature horse army. The eight states are also watching the governments of the eight states, but it is not difficult for a wealthy and powerful man to spend a lot of money to get one or two decorate the storefront. Xu Fengnian was not concerned about the reckless man who cursed and talked dirty words in the yard. However, the relatively taciturn diners in the lobby on the first floor of the inn are not simple. The two tables in the corner are all strong people, and most of them have a bravery that Xu Fengnian is familiar with. The stars are hunching against the moon and holding a white-haired old man with a eyebrow with a sharp red mole on his forehead, and his air is calm.

A handsome and unruly swordsman in white, who owns a table, drinks wine leisurely, with white sheaths wrapped in silver threads, and the sword spears are golden, which is very refreshing and eye-catching. The seniors in the martial arts world are nagging with each other to avoid revealing yellow and white. This swordsman will definitely have some support when he does the opposite.

At the other table, a pair of young women and young girls with noble silk were sitting. They looked muddy and untainted in the duck head green inn, which was mixed with fish and dragons. The child's lips and teeth were white, and they were as bright as her mother. When Xu Fengnian went upstairs, he saw the child innocently standing on the bench and wanted to eat this and that with his mother. The young woman with melon-faced face was full of thoughts and had a bleak face. She forced her face to smile and deal with the child's spoiled child.

Xu Fengnian didn't plan to go out to find food. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, reached out to cover his ears, placed his fingers behind his head, folded his index finger, slid down and flicked the back of his head twenty-four, knocking on the big orifices of Fengfu Fengchi Yamen, which were the double-sounding sky drums in the Great Huangting Shentianshui, and the sword energy in his body surging and rolling on the dragon wall, which was very "feeling" and soothing.

After a stick of incense, I heard the sound of opening and closing the door next door. According to the slightness of the pace, it was undoubtedly the mother and daughter. Xu Fengnian stopped breathing, took off his shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed and flipped through the knife score. The sixth page was the domineering sword energy to open the Shu style, and the seventh page was the swim-storm swim style. According to the rough comments of the words, it was probably Wang Xianzhi who crossed the stream to catch fish when he was young, and combined with a sword breaking in Wudicheng.

The essence of sword masters who returned to the swordsmanship was like fish playing in water, or like green mountains and mountains stretching endlessly, and their spirits were endless. Unfortunately, this style of needles hidden in the cotton were feminine and vicious. Xu Fengnian couldn't catch the veins for a while, sighed, lying backward, closing his eyes and concentrating. Dahuangting is the supreme method of Taoism. Xu Fengnian has been forced to be clear-hearted in the past two years, and is called "Fengjinkui", which makes people crazy. If they say it, they will be laughed at by Li Hanlin to death.

Xu Fengnian slid the spring thunder scabbard with his fingers. The sound of dingdong next door was heard in his ears, and the unique tender voice of the child, singing a small song of Beimang, which was faintly in his ears, with a unique charm: the grass is born next year, the geese are gone and back again. The spring breeze blows this year, will the young master return? The bluestone slab and the grass are green, the green-clothed man on the bluestone bridge humming the Jinling tune, whose daughter lowers her head and smiles...

Xu Fengnian listened comfortably, smiled with his mouth, and pricked up his ears to listen to the song. But the good times did not last long. A violent sound of horse hooves came, and even the inn swayed. The ding dong sound stopped, and the song stopped. Xu Fengnian sat up and walked to the window. He saw nearly a hundred armored cavalry swarming in the dust. The leader of a white-robed young man riding a black horse tamed by the king of wild horses, and directly smashed the inn.

At the gate of the courtyard, except for five or six cavalry following and rushing into the yard, all the light cavalry wearing swords and carrying arrow bags were parked in the inn. The cavalry and horses were all integrated. This tacit understanding of static and solemnity can create a great sense of suffocation than scolding and provocation. Xu Fengnian glanced at the prince of the general sitting on the black horse, carrying an iron spear and a jade buckle with a Xianbei head, but it was one rank worse than the woman who covered her forehead.

Xu Fengnian closed the window directly and saw a blind eye. Since there was no nursery rhyme to hear, and he didn't want to compete with the sword score that came from fishing, a flying sword flew out from Xu Fengnian's sleeves, floating in the air, holding his breath and shaking the green lotus, and flying in the house with this pocket short sword, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a naughty boy flying a kite, having a great time.

If there were often martial arts heroes who were rumored to be in the Liyang Dynasty, ordinary warriors had already been trampled by cavalry. They never thought that in the Beimang Longyaozhou, the men in the yard knew that there were hundreds of elite cavalry outside. After seeing this arrogant official prince, they did not avoid his sharp edge. After a strong man held the knife, he immediately seemed to be trying to rise up and rebel. The sword drawn, the sword drawn, the sword drawn, and the axe held the axe held the axe. Before they met, they had not politely exchanged greetings. Six or seven cavalry were still calm in the face of danger. Except for the two cavalry protecting the rich master who was wearing a furious horse, the rest of the war horse retreated. The knights bent their bows and arched together. The first flying feathers nailed into the foreheads of several people accurately, and the tail of the arrow still trembled slightly. Those men

The son was irritated. Instead of retreating, he became more and more fearless. The two riders pulled the reins, and the war horse suddenly raised their hooves and stomped down heavily, stomping down the chest. However, a knight was immediately caught and bullied his body and stabbed the man in the martial arts world. He then stabbed his head with a sharp axe from his hands. The flying axe continued to rush towards the aristocratic family on the black horse. The latter, who was despised, easily pushed away with his fingers. The other rider was in a more tragic situation. The war horse was cut off from its front legs. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and resisted several swords to become a hedgehog before he could become a hedgehog, but he still couldn't escape death. When the war horse fell to the ground, his head was also cut off with one sword. This bloody battle naturally appeared in the eyes of outsiders, but the real bloody scene was still behind.

The iron spear of the aristocratic family on the back of the black horse was dotted like a rainstorm. Every time he pulled it, it would bring out a blood fountain that pierced the enemy's body. Some of the furious flying axes were removed with skill. After the second round of cavalry behind him shot out five or six lives, he pulled out the Beimang sword expressionlessly, rode his horse forward and strangled with the wild beasts of the rivers and lakes. Then dozens of people rushed out of the second and third floors of the inn. Dozens of hook claws appeared on the courtyard wall made of yellow mud, and they were turned around and pulled by the war horses. The three walls collapsed instantly. There was no such thing as a courtyard. The black horse fought and retreated. The man was definitely not an embroidered person.

The young man with a flower pillow seemed to have enough to kill people, and withdrew from the yard with a leisurely and comfortable face. Several red-eyed tycoons didn't care about having feather arrows inserted into their bodies. They ran out of the yard and were shot out of the yard after they were shot out of the yard. A man rolled forward cleverly and raised his hand to cut off the black iron hoof. As a result, the young man in the white robe stabbed the back of his neck and poked it down hard, pressing him to death on the mud. The child of the official with a white-robed face grinned and twisted the iron spear and turned the corpse over. The iron spear still did not let the corpse go, stirring the man's face, making his heart even more ruthless.

Xu Fengnian heard footsteps, put away the flying sword and peach blossoms, and after getting up, he heard the knock on the door. It was the shop owner. The woman came into the room with a plate with a roast lamb leg, and some snacks for her mouth. She apologized and said, "I'm upset, my son, I'm really accused of killing people in other rooms, and most of them are old acquaintances who have had money. I'm the boss lady who is shameless and go to find a place to watch the show. I'm licking my face and looking for you. I'm just giving this lamb leg to the young master. I'll let me stand at the window, how about it?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and smiled, "The boss's wife is grateful for her kindness. When you stand here, you are pasting me a talisman that is outside the storm. This roast lamb leg cannot be eaten for nothing. You can give as much money as you should, so that you can live with peace of mind."

A trace of surprise flashed in the female hero's eyes. She seemed to have not expected that this tenant would see through her temporary kindness. She put down the plate and picked up the food and walked to the window. She ate melon seeds and explained: "Young Master, I don't know that Duck Head Green Inn has been in business for more than 20 years. There are always some fighting and collisions coming and going, but Duck Head Green never cared about it. The visitor is a guest. As long as you give enough money, you should eat, drink, and prostitute. As for being caught by enemies or fighting in the inn, whether you can leave alive, you will depend on your destiny. Duck Head Green has a coffin all year round. When you go in, you will lie in it.

You can wait for your relatives to collect the body. If you really don’t have a relative, you can help you bury it. You don’t have to be a lonely ghost. This is also the reason why our business is booming. This is not the first time we fight like today. There are even more violent things in the past few years. The inn was not like this courtyard. That time it was destroyed so thoroughly. My man happened to be a bit of a half-baked scholar, so he made it into his current style. Don’t worry, our Beimang’s grievances are all about being a disaster and not being able to watch. This is called poverty and being called horizontal. It is the old rule in the Tao. Only those demons dare not care.”

Xu Fengnian tore off a piece of oily but not greasy mutton, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and asked curiously: "It's all like this. One hundred cavalrymen faced fifty or sixty people in the world, so what's more? "

The boss's wife ate melon seeds very fast. She leaned against the window railing and turned her head and smiled, "You're not particular. If you don't care about it, you'll become a devil. In Beimang, everyone wants to be a devil, but not everyone can be a devil. Just say that my man is always clamoring that when I dare to have a flaw, he will be a devil."

Xu Fengnian was speechless and did not even dare to glance at the boss's slim waist, for fear of being treated as unqualified.

The boss's wife seemed to be a man who could not hide her words. The bamboo tube poured beans said, "Wuqin was sitting immediately. She was Murong Jiang Shen, a little distance from the serious royal relatives, but she was also a first-class young master in Longyaozhou. His cousin in Gusai Prefecture, Murong Zhangtai had better bloodline. We all know that Tao Qianzhi, the city mu, who left the city, died for no reason. The wife and daughter of the family rushed over. They all said that it was Murong Zhangtai's little wife who coveted General Tao and made a death move. We can't see through the sword light and sword shadow of the top figure, so we just watched the excitement. Most of the big men in the inn could not fight Tao Qianzhi, but they felt that the general who killed Beiliang people every day was bloody.

A man of sex, I heard that Murong Zhangtai was going to steal people and was disgusted with the orphan and widowed mother, and somehow he got together with the boy and said he wanted to give this boy a long experience. I think it was all caused by the fire of no one, and he could raise birds in his crotch. Of course, some of them were hired by Tao Qianzhi's subordinates. Murong Zhangtai's powerful children were not a thing, at least there were dozens of Northern Knife and dozens of war horses, not so much. I brought a hundred cavalry here today, but it's hard to say who will kill him. I believe the young master also thought of the identity of the mother and mother next door. They also had a group of Tao Qianzhi's former loyal generals, especially the old guy with red mole on his eyebrows. Murong Jiangshen was only strong and not weak when he was playing with the iron spear."

Xu Fengnian came to the window and saw the blood flowing outside, and sighed in his heart. This is the world of Beimang? Besides, he heard the tone of the boss's wife, and he disagreed with the Murong Jiangshen who was leading the way. But if it were in the Liyang Dynasty, this kind of Wenke's bed was so cute. Niangwu Ke's young master who took a horse to talk and laugh, would have been very difficult. In the eyes of many people, he had long regarded it as a hero with a bright future, but in the Beimang, he became a common family of aristocratic families? Xu Fengnian frowned. Moreover, in the Liyang Dynasty, the world's revenge can be so fierce and tragic. But it is said that there is no unilateral hatred. It is simply incredible to sacrifice his head and shed blood for the widow of a general with a good reputation.

Murong Jiangshen outside the building laughed and said, "Who can support ten rounds and turns under my spear? To be an official, to be a gold, to be a mother, let me speak with you!"

Scolding sounds everywhere.

"Little bastard, your mother said it was too big under my crotch last night. Come on, call me dad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man shot the feather arrow to death.

"Murong Guawazi, stick out her butt. I haven't touched the girl for many days. Look at you with tender skin..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the man was thrown out an iron spear by the calm-looking god Murong Jiang and passed by.

Most of the 100 cavalry were killed. Except for those who saw that the situation was not good, and those who retreated to the inn building, all the people were killed and injured. Murong Jiang drove his horse forward, bent down and pulled out the iron spear, and stabbed them one by one to death. Then he waved his hand to signal the remaining twenty cavalry to cut off the weeds and eliminate the roots. He only brought more than ten cavalry into the courtyard again, and smiled and said, "Old thief Sui Song, come out with your personal guards to die!"
Chapter completed!