From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 14
The tables and chairs in the inn are well-equipped and wiped clean, but it is quiet, as if there is no one there.

The tip of Zhang Wuji's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

He gently took off the long sword on his back and put it on the table, calling out: "Xiaoer, here is a visitor."

"Come, come!" A thin man came out of the back room with his head down, a towel on his shoulders, a tray in his hand and a smile on his face: "What do you want?"

"I want human flesh buns, do you have any?" Zhang Wuji laughed.

"The guest is joking, how can we have such a thing in a serious inn?" Xiaoer's face froze slightly, but soon he squeezed out a smile and said.

"No?"

Zhang Wuji had some doubts on his face: "Then why do I smell blood on you? Didn't you just kill someone?"

"You...!" Xiao Er's face was pale, and then suddenly became ferocious.

"Boy, if you want to survive, get out, don't meddle in your own business."

Little Ersei was restrained, and threw the tray to reveal a gleaming dagger underneath.

There were bloodstains on the knife that hadn't been wiped clean, obviously it had just killed someone not long ago.

"Song Liu, why are you being polite to him, kill him!" At this moment, a big man on the second floor jumped down with a machete in his hand, and slashed at Zhang Wuji.

"Clang!" Zhang Wuji's long sword on the table had already been unsheathed, a cold light flashed, the machete in the big man's hand broke into two pieces, his eyes widened and he knelt down on the ground covering his neck.

"You, you...!" The big man wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word, and his body limp and fell to the ground.

Until this time, there was an extremely small bloodstain on the big man's neck, not even a lot of blood.

Zhang Wuji drew his sword and stood up, looking at Song Liudao: "Answer my question just now, did you kill someone just now?"

"Grandpa, please forgive me, I don't dare to do it again!" The guy named Song Liu knelt down in front of Zhang Wuji with a plop, and kept kowtowing.

"Yo, yo, where does a dog dare to meddle in my business!" At this moment, a group of four or five people came out of the back house.

At first, one of them was holding a big knife, and his clothes were a little disheveled, but he was a third-rate expert.

There were six people behind him, five of them were dragging a corpse in their hands, some were old and some were young, the youngest was even a child of seven or eight years old.

And the person in the back is holding a woman in her hand. This woman is in her thirties, her clothes are disheveled, and her eyes are slack.

Zhang Wuji knew what happened to her without asking.

The big man in the lead waved his hand, and the people behind him laughed and threw several corpses in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Boy, I killed the man, what do you want?" The big man stepped forward a few steps, put one foot on the chair and said arrogantly.

"Why kill?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously.

"What the hell are you asking nonsense, I just killed him if I didn't like it, what's the reason?"

"Haha, I think he was scared stupid by the boss. The kid didn't even have a hair, so he came out to be a hero, and he didn't care about his own weight. Go back to your mother's belly and practice for a few more years!"

"That's right, you think you're a hero if you carry a sword on your back? Anyone can carry a sword these days!"

A group of people mocked noisily, but Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sighed.

He swept across several corpses, especially the seven or eight-year-old child, whose face was even stained with tears.

"These days, people's lives are worse than dogs!" Zhang Wuji sighed, and with a swish, his long sword was unsheathed, and he rushed into the crowd with a dodge.

The sword shadow flickered seven times in one breath, and everyone including the leading third-rate fighter froze in place.

Then it fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Liu behind him took this opportunity to rush towards the door, Zhang Wuji saw it out of the corner of his eye, and kicked a big knife next to him.

The big knife swirled out and pierced directly into the back of Song Liu's heart with a puff.

"To be honest, I don't like you too!" Zhang Wuji flicked his long sword to shake off the blood drops on it, and put the sword back into its sheath.

"Ah...!" The only living woman finally came to her senses at this moment, uttered a scream, grabbed a machete on the ground and threw herself at the leader, slashing at him one after another, killing the big man in no time. Bloody.

Zhang Wuji sighed again, but without saying anything, he turned and left the inn.

He had no intention of taking a rest, so he rode his horse and left slowly.

"Boom!" Not far away, there was a flash of fire in the inn behind him, and then it burned bigger and bigger, and finally the entire inn was shrouded in a sea of ​​​​flaming flames.

Zhang Wuji could see clearly that the only woman who survived did not come out from inside.

"Heh... this shitty world!" Zhang Wuji once again felt the bloody reality of the real Jianghu world.

But he was also indifferent, and had no intention of saving the woman at all.

"Young man's swordsmanship is so handsome!" A voice sounded not far behind.

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look, and found that it was a great monk.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Wuji asked in a moody way.

He killed a lot of people tonight, so he was supposed to be a hero, but for some reason, he didn't feel excited at all.

"The murder method is simple and neat. I have a friend who is very similar to you!"

The great monk came over with a smile and praised: "You have such sword skills at such a young age, I guess you came down from Wudang Mountain?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" Zhang Wuji said indifferently.

While speaking, he moved forward and continued to move forward, ignoring the meaning of the great monk.

"Originally, I have been with you for a while, thinking that if I come down from Wudang Mountain, I will be killed with one blow, but now I have changed my mind."

"Most of the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain are hypocritical people. I saw one and killed the other, but I haven't seen you like this. You don't look like a Taoist priest. You behave like a member of my Ming religion. It's interesting."

The great monk followed Zhang Wuji in stride, and was not angry at all because of Zhang Wuji's ignorance. Instead, he started talking to him.

"Are you from Mingjiao?" Zhang Wuji also became a little interested and asked curiously.

"Monk Peng Yingyu Peng, a member of the Five Scatterers of the Ming Cult." The great monk did not shy away from his name at all.

"What's your name?" Peng Yingyu asked.

"Wudang Zhang Wuji!" Zhang Wuji also didn't mean to avoid it.

To be honest, although this great monk is also an acquired master, he is not afraid. He possesses two kinds of magical skills, nine yin and nine yang. Now he does not say that the world is invincible, but except for a few people in the whole world, it is difficult for anyone to be able to do so. kill him.

"Grandson of the Eagle King, adopted son of the Lion King?"

Monk Peng laughed loudly: "It's fate."

"Are you going to Guangmingding?" Monk Peng asked again.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji smiled brightly.

"Go for what?"

"By the way, which side are you helping the six factions besiege Guangmingding this time?" Monk Peng had a weird face, obviously thinking of Zhang Wuji's embarrassing identity.

"I'm not helping either side, I'm here to break up a fight..." Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)