The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 453 Desert Sand Yellow Sea Inn
In the sky, there was a golden fireball hanging, with its magnificent power, scorching the countless lives in the Western Regions Protectorate.

In the desert, the wind and sand are howling, sweeping all over the sky.

There is no end in sight, and all you can see is a desolate golden color.

The scalding gravel evaporated every bit of moisture here, leaving it barren of life, and no one knew how many dead bones were buried there.

In the vast expanse of yellow sand, Fang Xun's figure walked silently.

Each step was steady and powerful, spanning a space of more than ten feet, as if he was crossing this sea of ​​death sand step by step, without even a drop of sweat of fatigue.

Gradually, from the bright sun in the sky to the setting sun in the west, he walked for a whole day and finally saw a hint of green in the distance.

When one’s martial arts skills have reached the Yin Shen realm, even the mirage illusions in the desert cannot deceive one’s senses, let alone Fang Xun’s level.

At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly floated across the sky, covering the last ray of afterglow before the sunset completely fell.

The sky darkened visibly. The weather in the desert changes at any time, just like a woman's face changing.

It was scorching hot just now, but soon the dark clouds brought a hint of chill.

Fang Xun looked at the sky and couldn't help but shook his head.

"Forget it, let's just rest for a while at the inn ahead. We're almost at Qi Tian Mountain anyway, so there's no need to rush."

He muttered to himself, but did not stop.

Gradually, a desolate hilltop came into view.

The mountain is not high, and the rocks are exposed on the surface. You can vaguely see a few withered yellow weeds stubbornly taking root, just to survive the torment.

But after climbing over the hill, there is a small oasis filled with the breath of life.

There is a small pond in the oasis, which is also not very big. The ponds in the courtyards of many wealthy families in the Central Plains are much larger than this pond.

Fang Xun saw an inn shrouded in flying yellow sand.

Several new sheds were built at the door to shelter from the rain, with horses or camels carrying goods standing underneath, turning the open space at the door into a temporary stable.

Perhaps due to years of disrepair, the crooked wooden plaque hanging at the entrance of the inn showed signs of decay.

As the wind whistled and sand swelled and the plaque groaned constantly, Fang Xun was worried that the plaque would fall down at any moment.

However, you can still vaguely see the four big words "Yellow Sea Inn".

Through the rough and irregular crack in the door, you can see flickering sparks from the lights and intermittent noises coming out.

Apparently, the approaching night rain had made the inn's business booming, and some experienced guests had checked in here early before the weather changed.

The rolling dark clouds made the sky frighteningly gloomy.

Just before the first raindrop fell on the ground, a dozen cows and sheep in the backyard of the inn also ran under the shed to shelter from the rain with a bleating sound.

At this time Fang Xun also knocked on the door.

dong dong dong-

As there was a knock on the door, the noisy shouting inside suddenly quieted down.

Then, a rough shout was heard.

"Why are you knocking? Don't you know the house is full? If you want to avoid the rain, go dig a hole and bury yourself!"

"Hahahahahaha."

Immediately, another burst of laughter was heard, and the noise inside returned to its previous state.

Fang Xun's expression remained unchanged and he continued to knock on the door.

thump -- thump -- thump --

This time the noise was still there, and no one paid attention to him anymore. Only an old voice sounded embarrassed.

"Sir, the inn is really out of rooms. Even the floor beds in the lobby have been reserved. Why don't you bear with it and stay in the shed outside for one night? I will prepare some good wine and food for you."

Immediately, the rough voice that was scolding from before sounded again.

"Manager Qu, why are you wasting your time talking to this blind fellow? He is disturbing my interest."

But Fang Xun was not angry. Instead, he glanced at him sideways and said, "The shopkeepers are all great masters of Yangshen. The threshold for opening a black shop here shouldn't be so high, right?" He shook his head and flicked his finger. A ray of energy bounced in from the crack in the door.

Now not only did the rough voice stop abruptly, but the inn also suddenly became silent.

thump -- thump -- thump --

Fang Xun knocked on the door again and asked, "Boss, should there be a room now?"

Since people are dead, there will naturally be rooms available. After all, inns are not for the dead.

So, this time the door was finally opened, and an old face appeared in front of Fang Xun.

The owner of the Huanghai Inn is a short and fat old man with a weathered face and wrinkles all showing the vicissitudes of life.

"Sir, please come in. We will prepare wine and delicious food for you right away."

The old man had a very attentive look on his face, and the aura on his body was as dazzling as a light in the dark night. Fang Xun almost doubted whether he had seen it wrong.

Is this really a Yangshen Grandmaster?

All the great masters of Yangshen in the world are famous and admired by countless people. No matter where they go, as long as they have no grudges against them, all sects and families will treat them with courtesy and regard them as guests of honor.

But this man ran to the desert to open a black shop.

"He is also a man with a story."

Shaking his head in his heart, Fang Xun had no interest in the old man's story and stopped thinking about it.

Under the guidance of the old man, Fang Xun walked slowly into the lobby and saw the situation inside clearly.

The lobby of the inn was not big, but not small either. More than thirty tables were filled with people, estimated to be nearly a hundred people.

No wonder the shopkeeper said that the beds on the floor in the lobby were reserved. With so many people, the inn’s guest rooms really couldn’t accommodate them all.

There were merchants from hundreds of countries in the Western Desert wearing exotic costumes, merchants from other places in the Central Plains, and even more were fierce and ferocious desperados with blood on their swords.

This group of people were of all kinds, but they all carried knives and swords.

Fang Xun also saw the unlucky guy who was killed by him for his rude remarks.

It was a table near the door. A dozen men with knives were drinking wine and eating meat, but now they had all become quiet and looked at Fang Xun with cold eyes.

Because one of their companions had become a corpse, lying on the table motionless. Although he was dead, there was no scar on his body.

The corpse was holding a dice cup in one hand and there was a bowl of spilled wine next to the other hand.

The eyes in the lobby were either surprised, calm, expectant, or excited.
But all eyes turned to that table, and everyone was watching the show, with no intention of intervening.

Even the old shopkeeper in Yangshen Realm played his role faithfully, standing between Fang Xun and the dozen or so big men with a stiff upper lip.

"Hey, gentlemen, please don't fight. Just consider it as a favor to me."

"Get away!

Anyone who dares to kill my Liangshan bandit brothers, no matter where they come from, must give me an explanation, otherwise..."

Then a bearded man who seemed to be the leader pushed the shopkeeper aside impatiently and looked at Fang Xun coldly.

choke--

Before the bearded man could finish his words, a dark and cold knife flashed.

The next moment, he suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face ferocious, and a light red crack appeared between his eyebrows.

The knife was so fast that the bearded man didn't feel any danger until he died.

After a moment of silence, everyone in the hall stood up instantly, looking at Fang Xun in surprise, and some even exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandmaster Yin Shen?!"

Fang Xun's face was calm as he looked at the other Liangshan bandits and spoke calmly.

"Since he wants an explanation, I will give him one. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

(End of this chapter)