Biography of Wei Zixiu Xian

Chapter 492
In the dead of night, the shopkeeper finally sent away the last drunken knight-errant, thumped his back, and sat at the counter to settle accounts.

A clever waiter was cleaning the lobby while complaining to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, let me tell you that although there are more customers this year, the income is actually less.

There are troubles every day, and we lose money, and we don't know why these Jianghu people are so angry.

There are so many rich merchants coming and going, and the rewards are a lot of money. Now, let alone the rewards, I am afraid that those words will offend these young heroes, and they will be chopped off with a sword. "

The second brother poured bitter water on the shopkeeper, telling the danger of his work. Although it was a bit exaggerated, it was the truth.

People in Jianghu need a lot of supplements to replenish qi and blood when practicing martial arts, so as to avoid physical deficit caused by practicing martial arts, all of which need money.

Therefore, even if it is a small rich family, after practicing martial arts, it is still short of money, unless it is the children of those big families.

You have to be the favored child of a big family so that you don't worry about money.

Therefore, if you want to get a large amount of money from martial arts practitioners, that is just a dream.

"It's just a matter of a month or so. When this wave of people has left, we can relax a little bit. After the summer, these people will almost come back.

When they came back, they were all like eggplants beaten by Shuang, and they didn't have the energy to make trouble. "

Upon hearing this, Xiao Er moved closer to the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, why is this, please tell us about it."

The shopkeeper coaxed people, "Go, go, work hard, and ask so many, what good will it do you."

The shopkeeper's grandparents have opened the store here for generations, and they know that these people are happy now, and they will come back disheartened in a short time.

Because these people know a lot, they are always unwilling to reconcile, no matter how much they will achieve in the future, they are always depressed.

Therefore, having more knowledge is not necessarily a good thing.

For those mortals like me, it is better not to know so much, it will only increase troubles.

The shopkeeper sighed with emotion for a while, and then began to make calculations.

Xiao Er has already packed up his things, said hello, and went to rest first. After all, the next morning, he has to get up early to boil water and send them to the rooms. If he doesn't rest, he won't be able to get up.

The shopkeeper has a bill today, but I can't figure it out, it's a bit late.

It's almost midnight before going to bed.

He was a bit older, and after tossing for a long time, he didn't feel sleepy.

After lying down for so long, the room was dry, which made his mouth dry, so he planned to get up and drink some tea to moisten his throat, and then sleep when he was comfortable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got here, I felt something moving outside.

He was so frightened that he tiptoed to the door and listened carefully.

The voice seemed to disappear, and after that, he felt as if he smelled a faint scent of crabapple.

The smell is so sweet and faintly visible, it tickled his heart unbearably, he took a deep breath unconsciously, and murmured: "Where did the crabapple come from in this winter, it's so good..."

Before the last word "wen" could be uttered, the person was already unconscious.

The door was quietly pushed open, and a masked man in black walked into the room, moved him back to the bed, then wiped off the incense ash that had just been burned by the window, opened the door again, and put the man on the bed. The smell in the room.

After finishing all this, the visitor quietly withdrew.

This scene didn't just happen here, it happened in all the rooms where people lived in the inn.

However, some people are more fortunate, like shopkeepers, after being stunned, they all fell asleep.

Some, after passing out, were pierced in the heart by the dagger of the man in black, and passed away in their sleep.

If there are well-informed people here, they will find that those who have been killed are those who have long been famous.

There were dozens of these men in black, but within a short time, ten of them had already died.

Not long after, they arrived in front of Wei Zi's house.

The movement outside, of course, cannot be concealed from Wei Zi, who is a monk, but the world of cultivating immortals and the secular world are clearly separated.

After all, monks are too destructive, if there is no such restriction, who knows what troubles will happen.

On the contrary, those little monks in the Qi training period, because their strength is not much different from that of the martial arts in the world, they are less restrained.

Therefore, even if they knew what was happening outside, no matter whether it was Tang Muge or Hua Xiyan, just like Wei Zi, they did not move.

The secular world is like the world of cultivating immortals. Once you step into it, you must be prepared to die.

If you are afraid of death, you shouldn't come out and venture into the rivers and lakes.

Being bullied by others, it's no wonder that other people refuse to save him, but he can only blame himself for not being good at learning.

The aroma of crabapple flowers diffused in the house, and Wei Zi smelled it, and the smell was not bad, very fresh.

Wei Xingzhu was also awakened, and turned into a human again, holding his chin, looking at the window, where a stick of incense was slowly burning.

The incense burnt out, and the door bolt was gently pushed open by a thin blade.

A man in black came in quietly.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he turned around and closed the door again, and then turned back to look into the room.

Seeing this, he almost screamed out. Fortunately, his good professionalism made him hold back.

Borrowing the snowy light outside the window, I saw two people who were supposed to be sleeping soundly, one on the bed and the other at the table, both with their chins propped up, staring at him for an unknown amount of time.

Spotted him long ago, but neither screamed nor preemptively took him down when he closed the door.

This person is indeed, as the master said, somewhat evil.

He didn't know what to do with him now.

He was discovered and awakened the target, so it stands to reason that the mission failed.

But the target didn't yell, yell, or do anything, which made him in a dilemma.

"Which wave of people called you? Did I poke your arm, or were you kicked out by that sissy?"

No need for Wei Zi to say who the sissy is, the man in black has already realized that it is the sick and weak boy with eight maidservants by his side.

Now, after hearing Wei Zi's description, even the man in black thinks it is very appropriate.

The sick and weak Liu Fufeng, with a bunch of maidservants, isn't she a sissy.

However, after seeing the strength of those maidservants, Wei Zi is the only one who can ridicule so unscrupulously.

The men in black are dead men, and they will definitely not betray the news of the master's family.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Just when the man in black was in a dilemma, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the upper room.

It was the sissy room.

After he came, the house was gone, but who dared to fight with him.

As soon as he stood outside the guest room, the owner of that room obediently gave up the room and moved to the next room.

(End of this chapter)