Dongfang Wen Xin had heard a lot about Chu Qihun along the way. This Chu Qihun had been famous for more than sixty years, and he was the only top-notch assassin who could compete with the Dongfang Family alone. He was already famous, and now he had become even more famous. However, Wen Xin Xin didn't find anything funny about what these people said. How could such a hot-blooded story become a joke? Yet, his son and daughter-in-law were overjoyed when they heard it … This was too strange.
Ever since they entered a place with people, Dongfang Wen Xin didn't call Jun Moxie by his name anymore. Instead, she called him by his nickname, 'San Er'. Firstly, it wouldn't expose his identity, and secondly, it was more intimate …
"Mother, there are too many people here, so it's not convenient for me to explain it to you. I'll tell you in detail when we're on the road. When you understand the cause and effect, you'll be happy too!" Jun Moxie laughed.
Right at this moment, something strange happened. The cotton curtain that was blocking the entrance of the tavern suddenly flew up, and countless snowflakes flew into the tavern along with the strong wind. Some of the hot-tempered customers wanted to curse, but they sat down with a face full of fear.
In the white snow, a purple light flashed, and three people in purple robes entered the tavern like ghosts. It was snowing heavily outside, but when these three people walked in, they were clean. Even their shoes didn't have a single snowflake or mud. They were so clean that it was as if they had just come out from a bath. They looked refreshed.
They were wearing the iconic purple robes. They were from the Illusory Blood Sea!
After the three of them came in, they looked around, sizing up everyone's face and body. Wherever their eyes landed, the people in that direction would feel as if they had been stripped naked in a world of ice and snow. It was a bone-chilling cold!
After looking around, they walked a few steps in and stood beside the big fire basin. Only then did they notice that there were no empty tables. One of them frowned and slapped the table closest to him. Then, he stretched out a finger and pointed outside the door!
The meaning was clear: Get out!
There were a total of five people at this table. They were the five burly men that Jun Moxie had sent away. Who would have thought that they would be chased away again after moving here? It could be said that this was an unlucky year. However, the five of them were very straightforward and efficient. They cleaned up the table like a whirlwind, bowed, and left dejectedly, disappearing into the wind and snow that filled the sky …
The three Human Kings of the Illusory Blood Sea had ugly expressions on their faces. Who would dare to provoke them at this time? Wasn't that courting death?
Looking around the world, how many Chu Qihun's are there? No matter how many there are, we are definitely not him! Losing face was a given, but it was definitely better than losing his life!
The tavern instantly quietened down. The people who had been talking about the three Holy Lands and Chu Qihun had now lowered their heads and started to eat and drink. However, they did not even dare to make a sound as they chewed. They were as obedient as a third grader who had seen their class teacher …
"Wine! Vegetables! Pick a good one and serve it quickly! " A purple-robed man sat down with a gloomy face. The two old men at the counter raised their heads and looked at each other. Then, they bent down at the same time and sighed.
The waiter quickly served the dishes and wine. The three purple-robed men started to eat and drink quietly. His demeanor was not very arrogant, but there was a kind of indifference in his bones.
The hotel, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, became dead silent in an instant. Everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter. Chu Qihun had slapped the faces of the three Holy Lands. These people were obviously very angry. Whoever met them would be unlucky. No one wanted to be the unlucky one.
We don't have Chu Qihun's strength, and we don't have Chu Qihun's guts!
"The Illusory Ocean of Blood … is truly awe-inspiring," Jun Mo Xie laughed mischievously. Mei Xueyan gave him a warning look, indicating that he should not cause trouble. Now was not a good time to cause trouble.
"It seems that Chu Qihun is nearby!" Jun Moxie said quietly.
Mei Xueyan did not say anything. She said, "If we meet him … should we help him? In the end, it is us … "
Jun Moxie smiled noncommittally and did not say anything.
It was very quiet. It was so quiet that one could hear the sound of snow falling from the vast land outside the door. The northern wind whistled as it drew nearer and nearer. Then, it disappeared in an instant. This small tavern that was filled with people was as quiet as a ghost town.
"Pa, pa, pa …" Outside, a few loud and clear sounds could be heard, as if thin bamboo poles were knocking on the hard ice. As they got closer, the exceptionally heavy footsteps, as well as the rather hurried breathing, could be heard clearly.
The sound was getting closer and closer. Finally, it came to the door.
The door curtain was lifted, and a walking stick was the first to come in. It hit the ground hard and coughed. A person covered in snow moved in with difficulty. It was only when he came in that everyone realized that this person had a wooden stick in his armpit. One of his legs was limp. The person who came was a cripple.
His face was full of wrinkles, and his head was wrapped with a thick white cloth. There seemed to be some blood stains faintly visible. The thick white cloth even covered one of his eyes. It seemed that he was blind in one eye. The one eye that was exposed was full of pain. He was carrying a long and narrow bag on his back.
This person looked so miserable. Could it be that he was a Xuan cultivator? Otherwise, how could he travel in such terrible weather?
With great difficulty, the man dragged himself in. Everybody stared at him. He coughed violently, shook himself, and snowflakes fell on the soles of his feet. Bits of ice stuck to his body. Even the few strands of hair that peeped out from the cleft of his hat were frozen into strips of ice.
"Give me a pot of wine … ten steamed buns, and a plate of beef." This person was so cold that he was shivering. Even his teeth were chattering. He tremblingly took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone frowned. His voice was as unpleasant as a duck that had not drunk water for seven or eight days and had its neck choked by someone.
Then, he looked left and right. He couldn't find an empty seat. He didn't seem to have the means of Jun Dashao or the Illusionary Blood Sea. They couldn't make the other guests give up their seats for him. However, he had other plans. He sat in front of the brazier and gasped for air. He rubbed his hands and greeted everyone in embarrassment, "Hey … the weather is really cold …"
The three people from the Illusory Blood Sea had been watching him since he came in. They sized him up for a long time. Then, one of them with a square face and big ears suddenly smiled. He arrogantly and gently said, "Friend, where did you come from? How did you end up in such a sorry state? "
"Ah, sir, thank you for asking. I … Alas, I think it's an unlucky year. I didn't expect to meet a robber in such a snowy weather …" The lame man wanted to cry but had no tears.
The cripple wanted to cry but had no tears as he said, "This lowly one has been working hard for a whole year and finally earned a few hundred taels of silver. I wanted to go home to celebrate the new year … Who would have thought that I would be robbed when I reached Rooster Mountain … Everything I had on me was robbed, even the fur coats I bought for my wife and children were also robbed … Of the few hundred taels of silver … I was only left with less than three taels of silver in my coat pocket … What's worse is that this lowly one only said a few words to beg for mercy, but that thief … that thief actually broke one of my legs and crippled one of my legs. I know that it's hard to walk in this world, and I don't know if I can go home with this crippled life …"
"That's too much …" The purple-robed man sighed and said sympathetically, "It's almost the end of the New Year. The outlaws are getting more and more arrogant. They all want to have a good New Year … However, those who were robbed by him also want to have a good New Year. Who doesn't want to have a happy reunion with his wife and son? "
"That's right." The lame man patted his thigh. He was in so much pain that he gasped for air. He squinted his eyes and said, "Those people are really heartless!"
"Hmm. What did the person who robbed you look like?" The purple-robed man asked with concern. "Tell us so that we can be prepared."
"I didn't see what that person looked like … He was all white. He looked like a snowman who suddenly came to life. I became like this after a few bangs … I just begged for mercy, but that person broke my leg. I didn't see what the thief looked like until I woke up. Even if I wanted to report it to the authorities, I couldn't tell them clearly …" While saying that, the lame man started to cry.
The purple-robed man said kindly, "However, it's always good to keep your life. It's better than being robbed and killed … It's a great fortune in misfortune. Don't you think so, my friend? "
The lame man looked stunned. After a long time, he sighed deeply. At this time, the liquor and steamed beef he ordered were served. He took a sip of the warm liquor and suddenly lowered his head sadly. His shoulders were shaking, and the robe on his back was twitching. He seemed to be crying …
Dongfang Wen Xin sighed and said in a low voice, "Crippled in one leg, knowing that it's hard to walk in the world, how pitiful … San Er, such a pitiful person, if you can help him, just do it. You are quite rich, you have the money to buy a table, how can you lack the capital to help others?"
Jun Mo Xie had been quietly sizing up the lame man the whole time. Hearing this, he chuckled and lowered his voice, "Mother, you're wrong. Don't worry, this lame man isn't pitiful at all. In this world, there are many people more pitiful than him."
Then, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Mother, you should continue to watch. There may be a lot of people here who deserve to be pitied, but they are definitely not some cripple who knows that it is hard to walk in the world with a crippled leg. I wonder who will not be able to walk in the world tomorrow morning! "
Mei Xueyan smiled and said, "Mother, Mo Xie is right this time. Didn't you see that the three Superior Supremes from the Illusory Blood Sea only glanced at them when they entered the restaurant? But why would he interrogate this cripple in such a pleasant manner? They are masters who have transcended the mortal world. Why do they care about a lame man? "
Dongfang Wenxin was stunned. She said doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with that lame man?"
Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan laughed at the same time, "There is something wrong with him …"
Mei Xue Yan and Jun Mo Xie both had extremely strong spiritual senses, and they had already sensed that there was something wrong with that cripple. Ever since he came in, the two of them had already noticed it. Jun Mo Xie's mouth even curled into a sinister smile as he quietly drank his tea.
Although they were not 100% sure, they guessed that this lame man was most likely the Supreme Killer Chu Qihun!
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