Half a month later.

On the post road of Sanlidi in Qingwa Town, a wine shop has been opened in the past month. There is only one young waiter in the wine shop, and he is sweating profusely at the moment.

As luck would have it, the wine shop that few people visited in the past is now in full swing, and the wine table alone is not enough.

The young waiter in the wine shop was nodding and hunched over, carrying dishes here and there. At this moment, two more tables of customers came, and the young waiter had his hands full!

Before the young waiter could finish complaining, the people at the two tables seemed to have waited a little too long and shouted at the young waiter:

"Man, why haven't I brought the hot wine I ordered yet? If you wait any longer, I might blow up your wine shop!"

The leader who spoke was a middle-aged man with a sword, and there were three guards with swords beside him. Looking at this posture, it seemed that he was not an easy man to offend.

There were three people at another table who had just sat down. The leader, a middle-aged man with a black cloth on his head, shouted:

"Man, my three bowls of Yangchun noodles haven't arrived yet. Be quick. We have to get on our way after eating."

The young waiter in the wine shop just nodded and hunched over to finish the table and wiped the sweat on his face. Then he sat down at the two tables and looked like he was dying.

I quit! The wages are too little, the shopkeeper is fooling around somewhere, and the young waiter in the wine shop is very angry.

The young waiter in the wine shop came up with a plan and hurriedly ran to two tables of customers, bowed his head and said:

"Gentlemen, we really can't spare any space here. How about you tell me which of the two tables should be served first and which table should be served last? The younger one will be served immediately. Who should serve the wine first?

above?"

The guests at the two tables thought about it and thought it made sense.

At the table of the middle-aged man with the sword, the man with the sword took the lead and said:

"I'm Qing'an County Commander Han Dang. I've been on the road for a whole day and haven't had a sip of wine. How about this? You can take these two taels of silver and go to the next restaurant to find a drink."

Two taels of silver were lost.

The money was spinning on the table, and the man wrapped in black cloth at the other table couldn't see his face clearly, and said calmly:

"You've been talking here for a long time and you just want me to leave?"

The money stopped abruptly.

"Fight! Whoever wins the fight will leave!" the man wrapped in black cloth said calmly again.

The middle-aged man with the sword was hesitant. He was used to being domineering in Yan'an County in the past, especially when he was in the Beggar Gang's big group. No one would not give him three points of noodles. Could it be that he met a bully this time and ate the bully?

"Okay, let's have a discussion. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. Just a bowl of wine!" The middle-aged man with a sword gave himself a step down.

"Who said I'm going to compete with you? I'm responsible for my own life and death!" The man in the black scarf didn't even give him any room for maneuver and said again:

"These two taels should be treated as money for the loser's coffin!"

The two tables of guests are at loggerheads and are about to fight!

Seeing this situation, the young waiter in the wine shop smiled, nodded and bowed:

"Why don't you two masters go out to fight? The post road is very spacious, you can let the masters display their magic skills to their heart's content, and let the guests have a look at their unique magical skills!"

People at the two tables thought it made sense.

On the post road.

There are no more unnecessary words. Since you don’t give me the respect of Lieutenant Wu, I will chop you to death with a knife.

Wu Wei, Han Dang, and four others used their swords at the same time. One of the swords actually had a powerful aura. It was the third-level master who was said to be a master in the world.

"Cut with one sword!"

Three middle-aged men wrapped in black cloth, squinting their eyes, punched at the same time.

Three third-level masters!

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"Tiangang Ground Fist!"

Dust is flying on the post road, and one move can determine life or death.

The three of them, Wu Wei Han Dang, were all killed by three punches. Only Wu Wei Han Dang barely managed to resist. If he hadn't been a third-grade man, he would have been killed by the sword!

There was a pop.

Wu Lieutenant Han Dang knelt down in response and kowtowed on the spot.

"Three heroes! Master! Heroes, please let the younger one go. The older one is above the younger one, and the younger one is below..."

The three masked middle-aged men really couldn't stand listening anymore, so they turned around and left, leaving Wu Wei Han to die.

Wu Wei Han was so grateful that he stood up and left the place of right and wrong.

When a young waiter in a wine shop who was watching the show saw Wu Wei Han going to leave, he shouted: "Uncle, you haven't paid for the drink yet, it's two taels of silver!"

"Get out!" Wu Wei Han Dang turned around and shouted angrily. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a little beggar. He didn't pay attention and fell down on the post road.

Han Dang, the military lieutenant who was used to being domineering and arrogant, after being humiliated just now, even you, a little beggar, dared to kill me. He stood up, drew out his black knife, and struck with one blow.

When the young waiter in the wine shop saw this, he shouted that something was wrong. He took out three black chess pieces from nowhere and threw them out one by one.

Just one breath.

Wu Wei Han was killed on the spot, with a chess piece embedded between his eyebrows, his left lung, and his heart, which was extremely horrifying.

The guests in the wine shop ran away in fright and wanted to report it to the police!

The little beggar was the only Yang Shengzi who came out alive from Qingwa Town. His eyes were lifeless and dull, like a walking corpse.

Yang Shengzi wanted to die, but he didn't dare!

The dead ghost dad once said, live well when you come out, otherwise he will die in peace!

A beggar.

A bartender in a wine shop.

The young waiter in the wine shop smiled and said: "Real beggar and fake beggar?"

"What a beggar."

"Come on, those guys can't stand the freshly made Yangchun noodles. Are you hungry?" The young waiter in the wine shop held up a bench and motioned for him to come over and eat the noodles.

The beggar Yang Shengzi sat on a stool and gulped down his food.

The young waiter at the wine shop asked again: "Are you from Qingwa Town?"

Yang Shengzi said nothing and continued to eat noodles.

The young waiter in the wine shop looked at the river in the distance and said to himself:

"Whether you are a person who came out of Qingwa Town alive or not, you arrived too late after all. The massacre of two hundred households was absolutely horrific. You should have left the cabinet earlier and come here earlier to save as many people as you could."

The young man came from the Astrology Pavilion and his name was Zhan Yan. The master of the pavilion refused to let him out at first. It was only now that he found a reason and sneaked out.

Thirty years ago, one hundred and eighty sects besieged the former Chu Kingdom. Qingwa Town was involved in this matter and acted as a peacemaker. The sects were besieged and suppressed, and many of them were already dead at that time.

Well, now all the old nests have been slaughtered by the eighteen sects.

The heroic souls of the half million soldiers of the Chu Dynasty in that incident have not yet closed their eyes. It is said that they have been wandering around Fengdu, wandering around, becoming lonely ghosts and harming people everywhere. These sects just don't care?

What the hell!

Thirty years have passed, but others have not been spared. Others have expelled the sects, and sent people to kill two hundred orphans and widows. Even if they remain anonymous for thirty years, they can't escape the encirclement and suppression of the eighteen sects.

The heroic souls of half a million soldiers.

Two hundred innocent souls of women, children and children.

hateful!

The more Zhan Yan thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and his eyes gleamed!

I saw a faint starlight in the endless depths of the sky, approaching quickly, and it turned out to be a star!

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The starlight moved from the infinity, streaked across the sky, and a bright star suddenly exploded in the river next to the wine shop. The river burst into pieces and turned upside down!

The star cuts off the river!

The little beggar Yang Shengzi sat there indifferently, as if he didn't care about anything big happening, and continued to eat his noodles.

Astrology Pavilion Zhan Yan came back to his senses and calmly said to the foodie in front of him:

"Whether you are from Qingwa Town or not, now that we have met, I will help you."

The beggar Yang Shengzi, who had been silent until now, finally spoke:

"You can help me and kill me, I will be grateful to you!"

Zhan Yan of the Astrology Pavilion couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Zhan Yan stood up and walked back and forth around the wine table. This sentence choked him. If this person is from Qingwa Town, scold him to wake him up. He is not from Qingwa Town.

People will kill him.

"No, no."

Zhan Yan seemed to have encountered the biggest problem. Ordinary people, seeking wealth, fame, and human rights, he could easily resolve them one by one. How come he met such a weirdo today?
To be continued...