In the courtyard, the young man sitting on the back of the dark horse was as motionless as a mountain. His iron spear was like a torrential downpour. Every time he pulled out a spear, a fountain of blood would come out from the enemy's body. Some of the flustered and exasperated flying axes were deftly deflected by him. After the cavalry behind him reaped five or six lives with their second volley of arrows, he expressionlessly pulled out his Beimang saber and urged his horse to charge forward and entangle with those Jianghu ruffians. Soon after, dozens of people rushed out from the second and third floor of the inn, and dozens of hooks appeared on the yellow mud wall of the courtyard. The warhorse turned around and galloped forward, and the three walls collapsed with a loud bang. There was no longer any Siheyuan. The dark horse retreated as it fought. The young man, who was not an embroidered pillow, seemed to have had his fill of killing. He leisurely and leisurely retreated from the courtyard with his horse. Several Jianghu ruffians whose eyes were red with bloodlust did not care about the arrows stuck in their bodies. They roared and ran out of the courtyard. Just as they rushed out of the courtyard, they were shot to death by the rain of arrows. A man cleverly rolled forward and raised his hand to chop off the dark horse's iron hooves. In the end, he was stabbed in the back of the neck by the white-robed young man, who fiercely stabbed down and pinned him to death on the ground. This white-robed young man with an elegant face twisted the iron spear and flipped the corpse over. The iron spear still did not let go of the corpse and smashed the man's face into mush.
Xu Fengnian heard footsteps and put away his Flying Peach Blossom Sword. After he got up, he heard a knock on the door. It was the shop owner. This strong woman carried a plate with a roasted lamb leg into the room, along with some snacks for eating. She smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry to disturb you, young master. It's true that the other rooms are occupied by customers who want to kill. Most of them are old acquaintances who have had dealings with money. As the lady boss, I don't have the face to look for a place to watch the show. So, I came to you shamelessly. Take this lamb leg as a gift for young master. Let me stand by the window for a while.
What do you think? "Hsu Fengnian nodded and smiled." Thank you for your kindness, Lady Owner. By standing here, you are sticking a protective talisman that will keep me out of trouble. This roasted lamb leg can't be eaten for free. Give me as much money as you want. This way, I can live with a clear conscience. "
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the strong woman, as if she didn't expect this unfamiliar guest to see through her act of kindness. After she put down the plate, she picked up the food and walked to the window. She cracked some melon seeds and explained calmly, "You may not know, young master, but the Green Duck Inn has been doing business for more than 20 years. Countless people come and go, and there will always be some fighting. However, the Green Duck Inn has never cared. Everyone who comes is a guest. As long as they pay enough money, they can stay and eat, drink, and visit prostitutes. As for whether they can leave alive if they are found by enemies or have a private fight in the inn, it is up to fate. The Green Duck Inn has coffins all year round. When the time comes, they can go in and lie down and wait for their relatives to come and collect their bodies. If there are no relatives, the Green Duck Inn will help bury them. They are not afraid of becoming a lonely ghost. This is not the first time that there has been a fight between soldiers and bandits like today. A few years ago, there was an even fiercer fight. The inn was not originally like this courtyard house. That time, it was completely destroyed. My husband happened to have a bit of a scholar's temperament, so he fixed it up like this. Young master, don't worry. The gratitude and grudges in Beimang are all about not being bystanders. This is called being particular about the poor and also being particular about the good. It is an old rule in the underworld. Only those devils dare to ignore it. "
Hsu Fengnian tore off a piece of mutton that was not greasy and put it in his mouth to chew slowly. He asked curiously, "It has already become like this. 100 cavalrymen against 50 or 60 Jianghu people. Is there still a need to be particular about it?"
The Lady Boss cracked the melon seeds very quickly. She leaned against the window and turned her head with a smile. "Of course, of course. If you are not particular about it, you will become a devil. In Beimang, everyone wants to be a devil, but not everyone can be a devil. Take my husband for example. He always says that if I dare to cheat on him, he will become a devil. "
Hsu Fengnian was speechless. He did not even dare to glance at the Lady Boss's small waist for fear that he would be seen as not particular about it.
The Lady Boss seemed to be a person who could not hide her thoughts. She spilled the beans from a bamboo tube and said, "The one sitting on the Crow Horse is Murong Jiangshen. He is a bit far from the royal family, but in Longyao Province, he can be considered a first-class young master. His cousin in Gusai Province, Murong Zhangtai, has a better bloodline. We are just ordinary people. We only know that the Lord of Beiliang, Tao Qianzhi, died for no reason on the Qingming Festival. So our wives and daughters hurried over and said that it was because Murong Zhangtai coveted General Tao's little wife that he killed him. We can't see through the swords and shadows of the people above us, so we can only watch the fun. Most of the men in the inn have nothing to do with Tao Qianzhi. But they think that General Tao, who killed Beiliang people every day, was a hot-blooded man. When they heard that Murong Zhangtai wanted to snatch General Tao's wife, they felt sorry for the orphan and the widow. So for some reason, they gathered together and said that they wanted to teach this kid a lesson. Of course, some of them must have been hired by Tao Qianzhi's old subordinates. Murong Zhangtai and his group of nobles, no matter how bad they are, at least they have dozens of Beimang sabers and dozens of war horses. Today, they brought a hundred cavalrymen with them. But it's still hard to say who will win. I believe Young Master has also thought of the identity of the mother and daughter next door. They also have a group of former loyal subordinates of Tao Qianzhi, especially that old guy with the red mole between his eyebrows. He is no weaker than Murong Jiangshen who wields an iron spear. "
Hsu Fengnian came to the window and saw the blood flowing like a river outside. He sighed in his heart, "Is this the Jianghu of Beimang? Moreover, according to the landlady's tone, she didn't think highly of Murong Jiangshen who led the charge. But if it was in the Liyang Dynasty, this kind of young master who could subdue women in bed, fight on horseback, talk and laugh while killing enemies, would already be very difficult. In the eyes of many people, he was already an ambitious and ruthless person with a bright future. But in Beimang, he was just a common young master of an aristocratic family? Hsu Fengnian frowned. Moreover, in the Liyang Dynasty, the Jianghu killings could also be so fierce and tragic. But to say that there was no irreconcilable hatred between them, it was simply unimaginable that they would throw their lives away just for the widow of a general with a good reputation.
Outside the building, Murong Jiangshen laughed and said, "Whoever can withstand my spear for ten rounds, you can be an official, gold, or women, whatever you want!"
Curses were heard everywhere.
"Little bastard, your mother said it was too big under my crotch last night. Come, call me Father! "
Just as he finished speaking, this man was shot to death by a feather arrow.
"Murong Jiangshen, stick up your ass, I haven't touched a woman for many days, look at your soft and tender skin …"
Before this man finished speaking, Murong Jiangshen, who looked calm, threw an iron spear and pierced through his head.
More than half of the one hundred cavalrymen were killed. Except for those who escaped halfway and those who retreated back to the inn, the rest of the Jianghu people were either dead or wounded. Murong Jiangshen drove his horse forward, bent down and pulled out his iron spear. He stabbed those who were still breathing to death one by one. Then he waved his hand and signaled the remaining twenty cavalrymen to eliminate the root of the problem. He took only ten cavalrymen and entered the courtyard again. He laughed and said, "Old bastard Sui Song, come out and die with your guards!"
Hsu Fengnian murmured, "It's not the same."
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