Hsu Fengnian's back was facing the door. He seemed to be absent-minded and did not hear the man's tempting offer.
An untimely rumble of horse hooves came from afar. It was abnormally ear-piercing to Zhou Ziru's ears. Zhou Ziru, who had always been confident, turned his head to look. In the dark night, a string of torches stretched out like a mountain.
No less than a hundred riders had suddenly arrived.
The leader of the group was a middle-aged general dressed in armor. He had an extremely unfamiliar face, but judging from his armor, he was at least a fifth-rank general in the Northern Liang Army. This was definitely not an existence that could be shaken by the Vice Captain of the Toppling Horse Pass or the Hanging Bow Commandant.
What made Zhou Ziru feel even more uneasy was that there was a rider beside this general. It was Captain Chong, who was second only to his father at Tumbling Horse Pass!
Han Tao, who was riding his horse straight into the inn, glanced at Zhou Ziru and sneered, "Tsk tsk, Zhou Ziru, you have great ability. Is your father Deputy Captain Zhe Chong or are you Deputy Captain Zhe Chong?!"
The last word "ah" was obviously raised in pitch.
Many people liked to say this when the upper echelons of the bureaucracy suppressed people.
Zhou Ziru lowered his head and cupped his hands. A hint of viciousness flashed through his eyes as he said calmly, "Reporting to Captain Han, there are bandits colluding with the Lingzhou Fish-dragon Gang. I heard the news and received permission from Deputy Captain Zhe Chong to bring my troops to the inn. I was afraid that these bandits would escape. If there was anything wrong during this time, I sincerely hope that Captain Han can tell me. I am willing to accept any punishment. "
A rider slowly stepped into the inn. Han Tao took the initiative to move out of the way so that this general could have a good view.
There was nothing he could do about it. This Captain Guo Yi was a ferocious man who had personally met the Great General and even received a reward from him. Don't bring up Captain Guo Yi's ungrateful past in front of me. It's no big deal, just let out a fart and it will all be over! Right now, Huangfu Guoyi was undoubtedly the most popular figure in Beiliang. If it weren't for the fact that Han Tao had connections in the "court", he wouldn't have been able to connect with him. Today, Zhou Ziru and his son had bad luck and bumped into a knife. If it were in the past, Han Tao would have pinched his nose and turned a blind eye. After all, the father and son were powerful and influential. However, today was the day that Commandant Guoyi was patrolling the border city. If Han Tao let this opportunity slip through his fingers, he might as well chop off his own hands. How would he be able to touch the white breasts of the beautiful concubines?
Ten thousand meticulous schemes, one rank higher, one rank higher, all became a joke.
Zhou Ziru dared to take responsibility for his actions and even dared to admit defeat.
Captain Guo Yi glanced at Zhou Ziru, who was bowing with his head lowered. He smiled warmly and said, "Zhou Ziru, right? Although I haven't been in office for long, I have already heard of your heroic name. Today, I see with my own eyes that you live up to your reputation. Not bad, not bad."
Han Tao was stunned for a moment.
Zhou Ziru keenly caught a trace of confusion in Han Tao's eyes. He knew that his father had a lot of empty space in the Beiliang Frontier Army. He could slowly fill it with gold, silver, beauties, and antiques.
This made Zhou Ziru, who originally wanted to expose the fact that someone had killed the Beiliang soldier Zhao Yingchuan, was willing to suffer in silence. He glanced at Liu Nerong. In the future, when he got her on the bed, he had many ways to make her life worse than death.
On the way here, Captain Guo Yi had already guessed from Han Tao's vague words that this Captain Guo Yi had some relationship with the backer of the Fish-dragon Gang. He threw a glance at Han Tao, smiled slightly, and left first.
Zhou Ziru followed closely behind.
The mink forehead woman looked unhappy, but the five-clawed golden old man beside her whispered in her ear. Only then did she leave angrily.
The Jianghu people who came to seek revenge on Xiao Qiang immediately scattered.
The thunder was loud and the rain was not light, but at least not everyone was drenched. However, this also set off the innocent and pitiful Fish-dragon Gang members who died in front of Liu Nerong.
Xiao Qiang probably failed to escape from the backyard. He came to the front yard with a calm face, coughed lightly, and ordered the gang members to come back to their senses and clean up the mess. Facing Liu Nerong's cold eyes, the second leader's face was not red and his heart was not beating fast.
You are just a little girl who has not yet been in power, and you are also my disciple. What can you do?
Liu Nerong walked back to the inn in silence. Wang Dashi was still at a loss. He fell to the ground and his hands and feet were weak.
On the second floor.
The man who had been enduring the pain and desperately accumulating Qi finally got rid of the knockout powder. Using his left leg as a support, he stood up and suddenly threw a punch at the young man's back. If he succeeded, an ordinary martial artist would definitely bleed from the seven orifices of his head!
He did not have any knife manual. He was just stalling for time. Since this young man who had just entered the Jianghu did not know the unfathomable ways of the world and the depths of people's hearts, he would not be polite!
Hsu Fengnian's clothes fluttered slightly.
The martial artist, who was known for his fierce punches, was about to burst. He found that his punch was three inches away from the young man's back, but it could not go any further! It was as if he had hit an invisible iron wall!
There must be masters of this level in the world, but how could he believe that he would meet one in this small inn?
Knowing that things were not going well, the experienced man was about to withdraw his fist and retreat. An even more terrifying emotion enveloped his body. The man found that he had already used all his strength to retreat, but his body did not move an inch.
He watched as the young man, whose back was facing him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the knife hanging at his waist. The scabbard hit his chest "lightly".
It was like the morning bell of a temple!
The sea of Qi in his body suddenly exploded.
He died, bleeding from the seven orifices of his head.
Hsu Fengnian did not feel anything after killing the man. He only thought of the Jianghu.
He remembered that when he was young, he heard an experienced guard servant talk about the Jianghu. The old man's words were humorous. He said that in the Jianghu, there was a hero who used a knife. One time, he wandered the Jianghu and met a person. Hey, your nickname is Knife Copying Ghost? So am I.
That person laughed and said that it was a coincidence.
And then what? Didn't he find an opportunity to stab the other person's back with a black knife? Was there only one Knife Copying Ghost in the world?
His Royal Highness thought it was funny at first. He could not understand the old man's self-mockery and the loneliness in his eyes. It was a long time later that he learned that the old man's real nickname was Knife Copying Ghost. The other person was a good brother he met when he was young. For the sake of their brotherhood, the old man even rejected the girl he liked and quietly left the Jianghu. He traveled the Jianghu north and south to uphold justice. When they met again later, he learned that the girl who married his brother had died of depression and illness. After drinking, that brother almost crushed his chest with a knife. Only then did he know how much the girl had suffered in those years and how much jealousy and hatred had accumulated in his brother's heart. Later on, a young man from Jianghu came to the armory to seek revenge for his father's death. After he was captured, the old man actually knelt before His Highness the Crown Prince and begged for mercy. Only then did the truth emerge. Hsu Fengnian was very generous. Seeing the old man's sincerity, not only did he release the disgraced brother, he also casually threw away two secret manuals in the Martial Library. What happened after that? About three years later, the old man went out for a walk and was beheaded by the boy using the swordsmanship in the secret manual. Perhaps the old man and the boy had a tacit understanding. One wanted to die, while the other wanted revenge. However, this assassination made His Royal Highness, who felt that he had been played for a fool, fly into a rage. In a fit of anger, he led people to capture the assassin. At the last moment, he remembered the old man's open-mindedness in the Tide-listening Pavilion and finally gritted his teeth and let him go.
This kind of shameless thing, if heard from others as a topic of idle conversation, would only be preposterous. But if it really happened to oneself, how would one feel? Hsu Fengnian had seen too much of the so-called Jianghu people's heroism and filth, the gentleman and the villain. He had seen many heroic people outside the Beiliang Palace, many people kneeling and begging for mercy inside the Beiliang Palace. He had seen many people who wanted to cut him into pieces even though they had never met him before. Many times, His Royal Highness was not even ten years old, but there were too many martial artists who had entered the prince's mansion and had the opportunity to walk up to the Crown Prince of Beiliang. In the end, without any suspense, their corpses would be fed to the dogs. Other people knew about the cruelty of Jianghu, probably like Liu Nirong, who would learn about it very late, so late that it might be the last moment of their lives. However, Hsu Fengnian was glad that he was the son of the butcher, Xu Xiao. He had learned about it early and lived a long life. Just like that, he had lived a seemingly glorious and enviable life until today.
In Jianghu, there were many honest people who tried to reason with others by putting themselves in their shoes, but others would use their fists to reason with them. If you used your fists to reason with them, they would use their mouths full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality to argue with you.
How could he reason with them?
Hsu Fengnian only lowered his head and glanced at the Spring Thunder Saber that had killed without being unsheathed.
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