Guests Coming Again

He was always at a loss like this. He lived in a muddled state and lived in a hazy state.

If he was not disturbed by the mortal world, how would he be able to make others worry?

He … in the darkness, in a daze, dancing on the blade and sword, killing people without even being aware of it, killing people without even realizing it. When he made his move. You're dead.

Shunjin Manor, Grand Blessed Gate Restaurant. On the second day of the second month, the dragon looked up.

It was noon, and the pedestrians were bustling with activity. The sounds of hawkers calling out to the customers could be heard, and people were streaming in and out of the city.

"Hey, customer, don't miss the passing food. How about some small dishes around us? Come to my Blessed Gate Inn and take a look, what about the meat and wine within the circumference? "Come and sit at my Blessed Gate Inn …"

The waiter of the inn whose business was not doing as he wished continuously called for the guests. The inn owner had said that as long as a guest was invited, the reward would be two cents. If ten people were recruited, wouldn't that be twenty dollars? It was enough to cover two days of wages, first suffering, then sweetness. The waiter was still contemplating and shouting non-stop, all he wanted was one or two more people to enter the restaurant.

"Hey!" Esteemed guest, please have a seat. You may serve me any dishes you wish, and immediately instruct the chef to cook them for you.

Without saying much, he casually ordered two dishes.

The waiter was very attentive and ready. Before long, another person came into the restaurant and welcomed them with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the street as soldiers patrolled the area. Horseshoes clattered past and there was someone in the busy city who could not dodge them. The injured soldiers who were sitting on the ground cursed angrily, "The passersby quickly get out of the way. The criminal has not gone far yet, if the case is delayed, everyone will die. Get lost, get lost!" He raised the horsewhip and whipped. The man toppled to the ground, his flesh torn and blood dripping …

The peddlers each picked up an item that was scattered on the ground, while the local thugs took advantage of the chaos to take it. If they could take it, then take it, they would carry it in their pockets, they would carry it in their hands, and they would run away with everything they had, the scene was extremely chaotic.

The sound of the horse's hooves turned back into silence. There was only the sound of two or three hooves and everyone's breathing.

The official got off his horse and said loudly, "Everyone watch the man in the painting. When the magistrate is assassinated and this person is reported to the officials, he will be rewarded a hundred and sixty silver. He will be rewarded three thousand three hundred and thirty silver."

After that, he got on the horse and left. His face was bitter and his mood was irritated.

The crowd looked on and saw a person who looked like a gray shadow with a blurred face and blurry figure. How could they recognize him, and how could they accept the money, let alone capture him.

Immediately, someone spat on the ground, "God damn it, keep us entertaining. Li Si, look and see if you know this person. Hahaha, 3,300 taels of silver. Do you want it or not?" "Hahaha!"

A group of thin firewood peddlers said, "You pig killer, kill your pig properly, it has nothing to do with you!"

Everyone burst into laughter as they whispered to each other. One of them said, "There is a gang in the martial arts world that only relies on assassinations to make a living. It can't be that they were the culprits, right?"

Another man said, "Hey, you know, that was what it used to be like to scare people in the martial arts world. Even the court was afraid of their own safety, and no one dared to make a sound, because when they saw that gang, everyone tried to avoid them, but they were killed because they wanted to get rid of them. Later on, the people of the martial arts world feared it, and the imperial court feared it, but the people of the eight great sects gathered, and in the end, Yang Yongyan, the general of the imperial court, led eight thousand soldiers to assist them in their annihilation.

Another person laughed and said, "You poor scholar, you sure are knowledgeable. Tell me, what's the name of that gang?" The one called the Elementary Scholar glared at him. "Do you really think I don't know!?" "Isn't that gang a famous killing …" A person at the side hurriedly covered his mouth, but before he could say anything, he gave him a look. It turned out to be an official who had come again.

The soldier shouted, "The prefecture lord has been assassinated, the entire city is covered in silk! Quickly disperse! Don't be a nuisance to me!" "If someone is still here after fifteen minutes, don't blame me for being merciless!"

When that person mounted the horse, his body actually trembled a little. Sigh ~ It seems that I don't have any way to become the city's field officer. I just hope that the higher-ups won't vent their anger on me …

Everyone was packing their belongings. Each of them had their own plans in mind. There were also some who were unwilling to part with the shop. They dragged their feet just to sell more goods. It seemed like someone's business wasn't doing well.

The man let go of his hand, and the one called the Elementary Scholar breathed out and said softly, "F * ck, tyrannical government is at the head. We scholars are unable to make decisions for this chaotic world, and we are unable to speak about justice.

Another person mocked, "Don't be so righteous, don't be so happy. Hurry up and put away the grass shoes you sold and let them go. Fuck, even if this prefecture lord dies we common people will not be at ease. Seriously …"

As each vendor left, the shops also went into a state of dismal business.

The waiter at the Fu Men Inn looked at the bustling crowd of people and the smile on his face gradually froze. It seemed that he wasn't very lucky today. He originally wanted to take advantage of the liveliness to earn more than ten silver coins, but his face was full of worry. Sigh ~, how long would it take for him to save up enough silver coins to go to the Apricot Flower Village as a matchmaker and marry a wife? At the moment, he felt a bit depressed...

He put down two taels of wine and food and went out.

Noticing the change in the waiter's expression, he put down a few more coins and lightly patted the waiter's shoulder as he walked out the door. He pointed to the table and saw that the waiter was overjoyed. "Thank you, esteemed guest, thank you, esteemed guest …" He ran to the table and put a tael of silver into his pocket. His heart was overjoyed, and he felt that he could even get his hands on a married woman.

He walked out of the hotel and followed the stream of people as they left. As he walked further and further away, he saw the portrait on the notice on the wall. He glanced at it and turned a deaf ear.

After that, he would wash his clothes and hide his skills and reputation.

Chapter II: Beginning.

The spring wind in February was chilly, but it was already spring and everything was coming back to life. The grass on the side of the street gradually turned green. It was likely that another spring rain would soon break out.

After leaving the city, he had chosen a place where no one could be seen to travel alone. He had performed his qinggong technique, jumping, dashing, and floating, moving like a fish, dashing like a hawk, dashing like a horse, and climbing like a monkey. He could travel seven to eight hundred miles within a day, and his Qi would last for a long time. His Qi was as deep as a deep pool of water for a hundred meters.

After travelling for a few days, they arrived at a ferry. The ferry was sparsely populated and very few people had already ferried there for a living, but there were many fishermen fishing there for a living.

If they came here in the autumn, or in the autumn of the year, there would be an endless stream of fishermen coming and going. It could be considered a lively scene, but since the day they were born, they had already arrived, and they rarely came here to play. Perhaps they did not come here even once. Occasionally, his master would just take him out to do some work. When I first went to the bazaar to buy supplies that year, it was the busiest bazaar. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the first time he was going out alone.

After waiting for a while, he finally saw a passing fisherman. It was an old man in his seventies. He needed to cross the river, so he stepped forward, "Old sir, why are you still out fishing at this time of the year?" That old man might be old, but he didn't respond. He raised his voice and said, "Old man, I want to go out to sea. I hope to purchase this fishing boat of yours to cross the river. What do you think?"

The old man on the other side still did not respond. Helpless, he circulated his true energy and raised his voice again, "Old man, I want to cross the river and buy you a boat messenger. What do you think?" That old man finally heard it clearly, but he waved his hand, signaling that he wasn't selling.

As he thought about it, he decided to miss the opportunity to board the ship. However, he did not know how long he would have to wait. With that in mind, he hopped onto the boat.

That old man was shocked. By that time, there would already be people standing beside him. The old man took a deep breath and said angrily: "Don't tell me this kid wants to snatch it forcefully? "I have no one to rely on, so I might as well just die. If I am to try to steal it away, don't blame me for having my life on the line."

Hearing the old man say this, he quickly bowed and apologized, "Old man, I'm in a hurry to cross the river. Old man, I'm in a hurry to cross the river, you're not selling this boat.

The old man was still angry and hadn't replied. He then clasped his hands and said, "Please do me a favor." When the old man saw this, his heart stirred. This young man was quite courteous. I have no children, and lived seventy years for nothing. So what if I helped him? She agreed to his words, but she was adamant that she would not accept it.

Old man, just take it as an apology. Haha, I was actually scared of you just now." That old man was also a person with good face, "You can't accept this money. There is a line of rules in this line. The one we mixed up is just a letter and a righteous word. I must take the money. You can take the rest." As he said that, he pushed the money back and said, "Hehe, did you scare me? Let me tell you, when I was young, I have seen a lot of things. Let alone your Qing Gong, I have even seen a bigger battle formation.

"From what you're saying, when you were young, you were also one of the best. Speak to me." The old man was lost in his thoughts. He thought about how he had been buried in the ground for a very long time. He remembered how his hair had been blown to dust and waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it. Forget it, forget it."

He was afraid that no one would be able to inherit the lifeline of his sect. He only hated the fact that his knowledge was low, his martial arts attainment was shallow, and it was not enough to avenge his sect, it was not enough to make him unhappy, not enough to crush the entire martial world, and to seek justice for heaven and earth.

He thought back to that year when that person had told him that as long as you wait for me here at Yan Qiandu, I will definitely safely protect the bloodline of my sect. After waiting for twenty years, that person had not come and he did not dare to leave. Thus, he settled down here to catch fish and catch nets and fish for a living.

But now, there was nothing left for him. He himself was over seventy years old, and that person probably wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

As the old man thought about this, tears suddenly streamed down his face.

"Old Lord, you …"

"I lost my composure. I lost my composure. I'm fine, I'm fine. I just recalled something from the past." The two of them no longer spoke.

They did not speak for a long time. Seeing the old man's sad attitude, they did not disturb him. In other words, he didn't know how to comfort her.

His master had once said that everyone bore his story. In his life, those who were unaware of the situation would make wild guesses and exhorts, and there were even those who did not care about the small and magnanimous lives of others. There were also those who did not understand … … … Don't blame him for his way of thinking, but there were some things that could not be laughed off. These were all nothing. What made people most angry was that even though they didn't know your life, they still had to point fingers and point fingers. They clearly didn't know your past and made wild comments. They clearly didn't understand your goals, yet they still wantonly mocked you.

At this moment, he did not know what the old man had experienced. Presumably, it was a sad story. I had never experienced his sadness, so how could I console him?

As he thought about it, he started to miss that wretched old man from his own family who had forced him to train in martial arts, forced him to learn to kill, and forced him to learn to survive.

He thought that such a ruthless person would not teach him any great principles, nor would he teach him how to read and write. Instead, he carried a holy book and often emphasized on kindness, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, gentleness, gentleness, filial piety, filial piety, being unsuitable for a long journey, and so on …

As he thought about it, he suddenly understood why he kept rushing back. It was because he felt uneasy when he went out alone for the first time, and also because he wanted to go home. The place where the old man had been was already like his own home. Only by going home would he be able to rest at ease.

When the old man's mood had calmed down, he joked, "At your age, you still like to cry. After I turn fourteen, I won't have any more tears." The old man said angrily, "Child scoundrel, is crying nose the same as this?"

He then saw an island appear in front of him. He jumped onto it and threw a silver ingot onto the bow of the boat, "This young lad thanks the Lord for his kindness in crossing the river. Since I have arrived, I will not accept this silver tael, haha." After he landed on the ground, he shouted towards the bow of the ship, "Although I don't know what happened to you, old sir, please restrain your grief." His figure flashed as he flew towards the depths of the forest.

The old man looked at the silver ingot on the bow of the boat and sighed with emotion. If the young lord didn't die, he would be at his age by now.

He came back alone with the boat, singing to himself, "Seeing the injustice of the world, for one word, kill." "Greedy officials, one word for killing, one word for killing, one word for killing, one word for killing …"

Everyone thinks that I have done all sorts of evil and bloody things, everyone thinks that I have killed all sorts of innocent people and massacred all kinds of living beings, everyone thinks that my killing aura is too strong, and that I am not on the right path …

How could the world know that I will kill the door, only the strong, the cruel officials, and the beasts, the pigs and dogs …

"Killing intent is too excessive,

I offer my life for the death of my family.

If ever there was a demon god that lived in the mortal world …

The demon god was also descending.

"…"

As he sang, he realized that the sky had turned dark and his clothes were wet with tears.