The ordinary guests who came to the restaurant to spend money were all scared witless. For example, the official who squatted under a table and cried bitterly. As a county official, he originally came to Bei 'an Town under the guise of observing the people's situation. He wanted to drink some harmless wine and prepare to go to the bed in the neighboring brothel after sacrificing his internal organs. He wanted to tame one or two rouge horses at the age of 50. How strong was he to "throw away his pen and join the army"? After knowing that someone had died, he also knew that it was not good to stay here for long. However, his legs were too weak to walk. Secondly, he was afraid that the group of evil people who killed without blinking would find him an eyesore and directly kill the innocent.
At this wine table, the only one who was still sitting in the chair and continuing to drink was the foreign scholar who had almost no place in the yamen this year. As a weak scholar, he even slowly moved the screen away just to broaden his field of vision and take a glance at the bloody battlefield where the Jianghu immortals were fighting. What did it mean to be calm in every big event? That was probably it. However, his absurd action which showed that he was a famous scholar undoubtedly caused his colleagues and Bei 'an Town to share a common enemy.
Not all of the guests were willing to resign themselves to death. There were a few tables of Jianghu people who were trying to sneak down the stairs after the Young Master with the saber appeared. However, on the railing of the stairs, there was a beautiful woman in a crimson robe. She was like a Bodhisattva standing in a Buddhist shrine. She was not angry, but she was majestic.
There was no need for her to say anything. All the Jianghu people tactfully returned to their original positions.
There was a smart guy who quietly opened the window and tried to jump down. In the end, he was scared out of his wits.
He saw a head hanging upside down outside the window.
After staring at each other, he did not say anything. He slowly closed the window. He was probably afraid that there would be a gap. He did not forget to pull the window in with all his strength. Only then did he sit back on the chair and silently said, "There are gods three feet above my head. If you have grievances, take revenge. Even if you are a ghost, don't look at me, Wang Jian, who is a man in his thirties. I am still a virgin. Yang energy is the strongest. If you find me, be careful that both of us will be hurt …"
At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely subtle.
Over at the blind female guqin player Xue Songguan's side, the screen had already been knocked down by a young Miao woman in gorgeous clothes. She sat cross-legged on the chair and was in high spirits. She stared at the side profile of the young master with the saber, licked her lips and said, "So handsome!"
As her husband, Wei Miao, the number one martial artist in Nanzhao, smiled and nodded. This unremarkable man had never cared about his wife's deviance.
There were countless good things in the world, and it was best if his wife was happy.
Su Su, whose real identity was the Crown Prince of the fallen Western Shu Kingdom, had mixed feelings after seeing that guy again. Jealousy surged in his heart.
Just based on this point, he could be considered as a fellow sufferer with the Sword Tomb's Sword Crown, Wu Liuding.
At Liu Nerong's table, other than Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Liu 'an had already left their chairs. Lin Hongyuan, who was now the master of Southern Border's Dragon Palace, even jumped up.
Farther away, the young hero of Baling County, who had seen the immortals of the land and the fairies of Jianghu in one day, seemed to be about to cry.
He felt that today, he had already walked through Jianghu for the rest of his life. Even if he retired from Jianghu tomorrow, he would have no regrets.
It seemed that the only person left who was still in the dark was the restaurant's second shopkeeper Guo Xuan. He was about to angrily glare at the young man who yawned like a toad, but he immediately shut his mouth.
Because he found that the fat man called Eunuch Song looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His chubby cheeks trembled violently, but he couldn't say a word.
A middle-aged assassin who was smashed to the ground by Ji Liu 'an's wine cup gritted his teeth and said, "Hsu Fengnian!"
Almost at the same time, Eunuch Liu, the head of the Ceremony Directorate who hadn't stood up after sitting down tonight, finally slowly stood up. He bowed slightly, modest but not obsequious. His voice was steady as he said, "I greet the King of Beiliang. Earlier at the Dragon Horse River crossing, I was lacking in manners. I hope the King will be magnanimous enough to forgive me."
The eunuchs of Great An City, regardless of their rank, had no reason to kneel and greet a King of a different surname, not even a King of the Imperial Family.
Once they held an imperial edict, even the relatives of the Imperial Family had to kneel and receive it.
However, facing this King of the Northwest, Eunuch Liu, the head of the Directorate of Ribbon Insignia, didn't dare to have such extravagant hopes. Even Song Tanglu, the head of the Ceremony Directorate, didn't have such thoughts.
In the past, it was because of the three hundred thousand cavalry of Beiliang behind him.
Now, there was another reason related to him, and that was the battle between the Celestials and the Imperial Astronomer. The portraits of the ancestors of the Dragon Tiger Mountain, which had been worshipped by the Zhao family of Li Yang for generations, were not many left now.
Guo Xuan, who was slow to realize, was about to make up for his mistake when he heard the young King laughing softly, "Second Shopkeeper, that's enough, stop acting."
Guo Xuan froze on the spot.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the three eunuchs and Commander Qian of the Imperial Guards, who looked as if he was facing a great enemy. After retracting his gaze, he looked at the second shopkeeper of the restaurant in front of him again, "There is no need to use martial arts to kill people. Whether it's the group of weaklings lying on the ground, the four assassins of the Deer Reaping Tower, or even the servant hiding in the Fish-dragon Gang, none of them are the real killing moves. In the end, it still depends on you, the backbone, and the poison you put in their food and drink, right?"
The Miao woman in the distance clapped her hands and cheered, "You have a handsome appearance, and a good eye!"
Guo Xuan's face was uncertain, but in the end, he felt relieved. He quietly straightened his back, turned around and looked at the young King, and laughed, "You are indeed one of the four grandmasters of martial arts! You are worthy of the King of Beiliang! You are worthy of the son of the butcher Xu Xiao! "
Three "Worthy" in a row.
This middle-aged man, who was too smart, laughed crazily and desolately, incomparably tragic.
Hsu Fengnian looked around again, the assassins of the Deer Reaping Tower who had died, the remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period who had died, the eunuchs of the Ribbon Sealing Supervisor who were standing, and Lin Hongyuan's table further away. He said to himself, "It's all technical work."
Guo Xuan sneered, but he was not afraid.
Hsu Fengnian curled his lips, "The poison you bought with a lot of money or carefully made is very slow to take effect. When they are terminally ill, they should have died before they arrived at Mount Qing Liang. It was a method used by the imperial court of the Spring and Autumn Period to deal with the grandmasters of Jianghu. It is said that it can easily destroy the invincible body of Vajra."
Guo Xuan's eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred and pleasure, and he laughed evilly, "What, do you think you can pry the formula of the antidote out of my mouth?"
Hsu Fengnian wanted to say something, but stopped. In the end, he just shook his head and said indifferently, "I don't expect it. There are some things that don't make sense."
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