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Chapter 1512 Zhongzhou (It will be below zero soon)

Duanmu Huai sat in the corner of the inn, drinking wine and eating meat out of boredom.

This world is different from other places. It is divided into five states: East, West, South, North and Central. Duanmu Huai is currently in Central. When he first came here, this town posted a notice saying that a man-eating tiger had appeared and offered a reward for killing it. So Duanmu Huai killed the tiger and brought its body to the government office to claim the reward.

Then Duanmu Huai naturally settled down here.

He had nothing else to do, there were no monsters in this world, and the judge had no room to play. So Duanmu Huai worked as a hunter here, going out to the surrounding mountains and forests to kill a few animals for money, and then staying in the inn, looking drunk and dreaming.

There was no Internet or electronic games in this era. Duanmu Huai was bored every day and would just stay in the inn and listen to people chatting about all sorts of things to pass the time.

Therefore, he knows some knowledge about martial arts.

For example, the most beautiful woman in the Western Wulin, Lin Xianer, the leader of the Beggars' Sect in the Northern Wulin, Qiao Feng, the Fengyun Society in the Eastern Wulin, the Demon Sect in the Southern Wulin, and so on...

Duanmu Huai had heard of some of them and not some of them, but in any case he knew that these things shouldn't be mixed together.

But...what does it have to do with me?

Duanmu Huai took another bite of the chicken leg and drank a sip of tea. Duanmu Huai had also read martial arts novels, but he didn't like them very much. It's not that Duanmu Huai didn't like the martial arts genre, but because he was often teased by his classmates that the protagonists in martial arts novels were all weak pretty boys. A tall black iron tower like Duanmu Huai would be an NPC character who appeared in martial arts novels and was beaten up by the protagonists to show off... At most, he would be a doorman or a bodyguard.

Damn, I feel unhappy when I think of Duanmu Huai.

The protagonist? I don’t give a damn if you’re Zhang Junbao or Linghu Chong, or if you’re Nine Yang Magical Art or Dugu Nine Swords, I’ll kill anyone who comes my way. Am I afraid of you?

You want to use me as a stepping stone to show off? Dream on.

And now, Duanmu Huai was also here drinking and eating meat, while listening to the idle chatter of the people around him.

Every day, people from the underworld come and go, and the topics of their conversations are all over the place. For example, right now, Duanmu Huai is listening to the underworld person at the table next to him talking about a story about a flower-stealing thief.

Well, when men get together, they either talk about women or brag.

"Hey, did you know that the Plum Blossom Thirty Years Ago has appeared again!"

"Plum Blossom Thief?"

Looking at the older martial artist's solemn expression, a young martial artist frowned.

"what is that?"

"Hey, when the Plum Blossom Thief became famous, you weren't even born yet. You know, there was no one in the West Wulin who didn't know him at that time. This man's whereabouts were erratic, unpredictable, and he did many evil things. At that time, the head of Dian Cang Sect, Wu Wentian, threatened to find him, but he died in his own yard the next day. There was no scar on his body, only five bloodstains arranged like plum blossoms on his chest, as small as a needle hole. Everyone knew that was the symbol of the Plum Blossom Thief. But no one knew whether it was a hidden weapon or some external weapon. Because people who have fought with him......"

Having said this, the old warrior lowered his voice.

"All dead."

"Oh?"

"But one thing is certain, the Plum Blossom Thief must be a man, because he not only robs money, but also robs women. Both the black and white people in the Western Wulin hate him to the core, but they can't do anything to him. Because if someone says they want to go against him, they will be dead within three days, and there will definitely be his unique mark on their chest."

"So scary?"

After hearing the old martial artist's introduction, the young martial artist's face turned pale.

"What happened next?"

"Later... the Plum Blossom Thief disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he went. There were even rumors that the Plum Blossom Thief felt that the West Wulin was no longer enough for him to cause trouble, so he went to cause trouble in other Wuzhou, but was eventually killed by some important figure..."

"but……………"

The young martial artist frowned in confusion.

"From what you said, father-in-law, the Plum Blossom Thief must be quite old, at least in his sixties or seventies now. Is he still capable of doing such a thing?"

"Ah, I don't want to believe it either, but everyone says so. I also heard that the unique mark of the Plum Blossom Thief was found on the corpse... and in the past seven or eight months, he has committed seventy or eighty major crimes. Right now, women with a little bit of beauty in the underworld are even more worried about sleeping and eating..."

"Chicken thieves and dog thieves are nothing to be feared."

At this moment, the Jianghu guest sitting at the table next to him snorted coldly, raised his head and drank up the wine in the pot.

"If this guy dares to come to the Southern Martial Arts Forest, I'd like to see him compete with the fairies from the Cihang Jingzhai. That would be really interesting. In the final analysis, it's just that the people from the Western Martial Arts Forest are too useless. They can't even deal with a mere flower thief. It's really laughable."

"Brother, what you said is wrong."

At this time, the Jianghu man opposite him also interrupted.

"You know, no matter which Wuzhou, a flower thief who can make a name for himself is not an easy person to deal with. For example, Tian Boguang, the lone traveler in the Northern Wulin, is still rampant and unscrupulous, and no one can do anything about him, right?"

"Hey, what's so great about Nanwulin?"

At this time, another martial artist couldn't help but start to mock.

"What are you talking about Cihang Jingzhai? Your Moyin Bian Bufu is not a good guy either, and I didn't see Cihang Jingzhai kill him."

"You know nothing. The Demon Sect is powerful and has numerous connections with the imperial court. We in the righteous path are willing to slay the demons, but we are powerless to save the situation..."

"It sounds better than singing, but in the end it's just cowardice."

"How dare you! If you dare to say this to Southern Wulin, I guarantee that you will bleed within five steps!"

"Hahaha, you're the same. If you have the guts, go to Xiwulin and call yourself the Plum Blossom Thief. See if they will leave a plum blossom on your chest, too."

"You are going too far!"

"Come if you want, don't you think I'm afraid of you?"

Why……………

Duanmu Huai sat in the corner, watching the scene in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. This kind of thing is commonplace in the inn. People from all over the world come here to eat and drink. When they drink too much, they brag, and when they brag too much, they start fighting each other. It's no different from the verbal battles in Tieba Weibo... Oh, no, there is still a difference.

In an online war of words, you can type until your keyboard is smoking but you can’t hurt the other party at all. But here, once the fight gets intense, bloodshed is common.

However, everyone in the inn was obviously used to it. The two fighters fought each other for a few rounds, but felt that they could not move freely in the inn, so they rushed out the door.

Well...it's better to play outside, at least I don't have to worry about cleaning.

The inn was quiet for a moment, and then became noisy again. The waiter quickly came forward and set up the tables and chairs. Some people were singing, some were chatting, and some were drinking, as if nothing had happened just now.

Duanmu Huai leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

"This brother."

At this moment, a voice sounded, Duanmu Huai raised his eyelids, and saw a man looking at him. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The man's voice was very soft. He seemed to be quite old, but his eyes were still clear. Duanmu Huai just glanced at him and nodded.

"Thank you."

The man smiled, sat down opposite Duanmu Huai, ordered some wine from the waiter, then took out a piece of wood, a knife, and started carving.

Duanmu Huai glanced at the knife in the other person's hand, yawned again, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He spent his days like this, anyway, there was nothing else to do, and nothing else to kill. He just waited for the power in his body to be integrated, and then he could get out of this hellhole.

“Cough cough… cough cough…”

After an unknown amount of time, a coughing sounded. Duanmu Huai opened his eyes. It was already late at night and most of the guests in the inn had left. Only the lunatic opposite him was still drinking and coughing.

"Go change your position."

Duanmu Huai frowned and snorted coldly.

"Don't cough on people. It's rude and dirty."

"Sorry, I didn't want to either."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's complaint, the man smiled bitterly, then reached out and drank the wine in the bowl in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I...well, maybe I should go, but it's too late."

After saying this, the man turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the inn. At the same time, the door of the inn was pushed open, and several martial artists walked in. They were dressed differently, holding weapons, with serious expressions, and surrounded the consumptive man.

"The Plum Blossom Thief is here!"

"Do you think you can get away?"

Hearing the angry shouts of the martial artists, Duanmu Huai finally opened his eyes and looked at the man curiously.

"Are you the Plum Blossom Thief?"

In response to Duanmu Huai's question, the man smiled slightly.

"Do you think I look like that, brother?"

"Who knows? I don't care."

Duanmu Huai closed his eyes again and changed his position leaning against the wall.

"Amitabha………"

A Buddhist chant was heard, and then an old monk with a kind face walked in. He put his hands together, looked at the man, and sighed silently.

"Li Tanyue, why do you have to do this?"

"I never thought you could chase me all the way to Zhongzhou."

The man looked at the wine and the knife silently and sighed.

"The Plum Blossom Thief has committed many evil deeds, and anyone can punish him, no matter who he is."

A Jianghu man spoke, stared at the man, and then spoke again.

"Even the world-famous Xiao Li Fei Dao is the same!"

"…………………"

The man didn't say anything, he just stared at the wine and the knife.

"So, who's coming?"

Just a few simple words made all those eager to try stop. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes widened, but no one stepped forward.

"Tsk, a bunch of trash."

Duanmu Huai snorted coldly at the look of glaring eyes at the group of Jianghu people. They came over aggressively to arrest people, but when they got there, no one stepped forward.

So what are these people doing here? Just watching?

"Brother, what you said is wrong."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's complaints, the man coughed and smiled.

“They just want someone else to come forward first.”

"I know. Xiao Li's flying dagger never misses its target."

Duanmu Huai stretched lazily.

"So they need others to die first, and then they can take advantage of it. In the final analysis, the people in the martial arts world are just like this, a bunch of cowardly rats who only care about themselves and don't care about anything else. A well-trained army is much stronger than this group of idiots. No wonder they can only hang around in gangs in the martial arts world and have no future."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's ridicule, everyone's faces changed. One of them held a long sword in his hand and stared at Duanmu Huai.

"Who are you, and why are you speaking ill of me?"

Before Duanmu Huai could answer, a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

"He must be an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Thief. Li Xunhuan came here to join him!"

Duanmu Huai raised his eyes and saw a little kid standing behind the crowd, staring at him with a sinister smile.

"Otherwise, why would he sit at the same table with Li Xun Huan!?"

Hearing the little brat's words, the man smiled bitterly.

"I'm so sorry."

The martial artists looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"If that's the case, then we should capture this accomplice and talk later!"

The next moment, a cold light flashed and shot towards Duanmu Huai!

(End of this chapter)