Fulai Inn is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. No one would have thought that someone would open a hotel here.
The waiter originally thought that the owner probably had money and nowhere to spend it, so he opened such a lonely and deserted shop here to seek some vague inspiration of so-called loneliness and loneliness, and to align himself with the literati and poets in ancient times.
However, the host does not understand that loneliness and loneliness are the normal state of life, and it does not depend on where you are or what you are doing.
Anyway, the owner, like the guests, only comes to the store a few times a year, so the waiter gradually becomes the owner here, taking care of everything from the kitchen to the lobby.
This is more or less a career. Although it is boring, it is better than stability.
Perhaps by some good luck today, there were four tables filled with people in Fulai Inn, leaving only a few tables in the corner unoccupied.
Each of these guests was tall and mighty, carrying weapons and weapons, but they did not seem to be difficult to serve, because they just drank wine and ate meat quietly without saying a word, as if they were waiting for someone.
The waiter felt bored and leaned on the counter and yawned.
After a while, the curtain was opened from the outside, Feng Xue squeezed into the house, and hit the waiter all over his body and face, making him jump.
Looking up with dissatisfaction, the waiter's eyes widened.
Because he clearly saw a man wearing summer clothes stepping into the store with a head full of white snow.
"Oh, guest, have you lost your way? In such a windy and snowy day, you don't dare to wear something like this even in the house."
Ren Qi ignored him and just said coldly: "Bring a pot of wine and cut some dishes to go with the wine."
"Only beef."
"Two pounds."
Ren Qi sat down at a table in the corner. The white snow melted and white steam came out on his shoulders.
People on several tables moved their eyes over intentionally or unintentionally, looking at Ren Qi.
Ren Qi poured tea by himself, greeted himself, and took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube.
The waiter brought over two kilograms of meat and two kilograms of soju, occupying the table with a large plate and a swaying copper wine pot.
"Use it with caution."
Before he could roll up his sleeves in the future, Ren Qi had already started to devour the food.
He ate very quickly but without hesitation, barely letting any bit of meat foam fall onto the table or letting the wine escape from the cup.
After a while, Ren Qi wiped his mouth and shouted: "Another pound of meat."
"Coming!"
The waiter was holding the meat and was about to step forward, but a strong man put his arm around his shoulder and said, "I'll deliver it to you. You can rest while you go."
The man's words were polite, but his actions were irresistible.
Therefore, the waiter could only nod his head, hoping that nothing would happen.
The strong man put the meat on Ren Qi's table. Ren Qi didn't even raise his head and just picked up the meat.
"I've seen a lot of swordsmen, coming and going, but I've never seen anyone carrying six swords."
"Because there is a nest of birds in the tree outside."
"How many swords do you carry, and what do you care about the birds in the trees?"
"Then how many swords will I bring, and what will I do to you?"
The strong man was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "I know who you are."
He glanced at the people around him who were watching eagerly, "Actually, everyone knows your identity."
"So fast?"
Ren Qi's chopsticks paused for a moment, then started to roll around in the wind again.
"They figured it out."
The strong man pointed upward, "For those immortals, they are the past and the future, and they know everything, so we have been waiting for you here early today."
"Then have they calculated when you will die?"
"No!"
The strong man drew his sword.
Bah!
The strong man's head fell to the ground, but his hand was still holding the sword, and his body was swaying.
Ren Qi looked at the food and wine on the table that were contaminated with blood and water, frowned and stood up.
Looking around, he pointed at one of them.
"Your robe is good, but I don't know if it's warm or not?"
"Whether it's warm or not is none of your business?" the man asked him, imitating Ren Qi's tone.
The others laughed.
However, Ren Qi just said lightly: "The reason why I care is because it will soon be mine."
"You dare!"
When the man pressed his hand on the sword, blood spurted out from his throat and he fell to the ground.
No one else could sit still. Whether it was because of fear or anger, almost everyone stood up and drew their weapons.
Suddenly, the room was filled with bright sword light, which chilled people's bones.
In the first two times, no one saw clearly how Ren Qi drew his sword and how he put it away after killing someone. It was as if he just moved his hand slightly and the man's head fell off on its own, and blood spurted out of his throat.
However, this time, everyone clearly saw Ren Qi pull out a long black sword.
The sword was particularly piercing, and it hurt the person's eyes.
Seeing that everyone was hesitant, Ren Qi could only urge: "Come on, it will be the same whether you die first or later, there is no need to give in."
When he said this, everyone rushed forward.
He still couldn't see clearly how to draw the sword. As Ren Qi moved, with just a flick of his hand, someone bumped into his sword.
After a while, the corpses of those swordsmen and swordsmen were lying everywhere in the room.
In the inn, there were only three people still breathing, Ren Qi, the waiter, and the young swordsman who was sitting at the table, pretending to drink and eat meat.
He was wearing a bamboo hat and Tsing Yi, sitting there just swinging his chopsticks, but there was nothing in the bowl, so the chopsticks just touched the edge of the bowl, making an unpleasant sound.
Ren Qi glanced at the corpses on the ground. Their clothes were all covered in blood, including the robe he had just spotted, which had become dirty and sloppy.
"Find me some clean clothes." Ren Qi ordered.
The young swordsman immediately threw away his chopsticks and took out a nearly new pink cotton robe from the package. He held it in both hands, not knowing whether to step forward or put it down.
Ren Qi was not polite to him, put down his sword, took the cotton robe, put it on and found that it fit him perfectly.
Then he sat down, picked up the wine bottle on the side, and used the wine in it to clean the blood on the sword.
"Killing is simple, it's just a matter of picking up and dropping the sword, but washing and cleaning the sword is a troublesome thing.
Even if you are in a high position and have many people under your command, you cannot rely on others to clean your sword.
When you hand the sword into someone else's hands, it is equivalent to letting someone else hold your life in their hands. ”
Ren Qi said to himself: "More than seven years ago, when I was living alone, I left in a hurry and didn't bring much money. Soon I was down to these six swords.
People ask me, but I don’t sell it.
However, I didn't clean my swords either, and one day, when I pulled out my swords, they were stained with rust, and that's when I woke up. ”
The young swordsman didn't know the intention of Ren Qi's words. He just felt that he was probably going to die.
Ren Qi took off another piece of cloth and carefully wiped the sword.
"You just started training not long ago, right?"
"Including the journey here, it's two months."
The young swordsman was a little surprised, "Can you read faces?"
"I don't know how. But I know that young swordsmen who are just starting out usually look like this."
The young swordsman could only smile, not knowing how to refute and not daring to refute.
"Tell me, who asked you to come?"
Ren Qi took the plate of meat from the waiter, picked out a good-looking piece, and threw it into his mouth. "One, five, ten, say it."
"Actually, I came here for two hundred dollars."
The young swordsman smiled bitterly, "The person who called us here is a man called One-Eyed Dragon. Maybe people who are blind in one eye all over the world have such a nickname, but it is true. It is indeed this man who called me here. < br>
I'll give you half of the deposit first, and you'll be responsible for your own travel expenses, food, and accommodation. After you're done with... you, I'll take the other half. ”
"It's really a business of eating people without spitting out the bones."
Ren Qi sneered, "That person probably ate more than half of the commission."
"I don't know about that," the young swordsman said with a smile.
"So, you don't know the above."
Ren Qi pointed upward, "You have nothing to do with them?"
"No connection at all."
The young swordsman shook his head, "I just collect money to do things. Whoever gives me money, I will do things for."
"Unethical?"
"What I want to say."
He sighed: "However, in this world, moral people cannot survive."
"Then you are not stupid. Remember, both good and bad people can survive, but stupid people cannot."
Ren Qi swallowed the last piece of meat into his stomach and wiped his hands on the dead man's clothes.
"You can go."
"Go?"
The young swordsman was stunned for a moment, "You want to let me go?"
"I'm not letting you go, I'm just too lazy to kill you."
The young swordsman stood up and left.
Ren Qi really didn't do anything and just let him leave.
"The young man dropped his sword." The waiter reminded him.
"It doesn't matter."
Ren Qi said calmly: "He will no longer need this sword in the future."
"Isn't this a pity?"
The waiter sat down and sighed, "The young knight put down his sword as soon as he left the world."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Ren Qi said: "When a person becomes famous, a hundred people often have to sacrifice their lives for it. It will be good for himself and others if he wakes up early."
"I don't think so." The waiter shook his head.
"So, that's why you pointed the gun at me?"
Under the counter, the waiter held up a short-barreled musket, his finger on the trigger.
"I didn't open this shop to kill you, but I just heard the young swordsman say that your head is very valuable, so I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
Ren Qi raised his hand, and the waiter immediately pulled the trigger. However, he only hit the air. The firing device was caught by Ren Qi at some point and sandwiched between his two fingers.
"So fast." He exclaimed.
Then the waiter looked bitter again and asked Ren Qi: "Let me go?"
"It can't be done."
"At least I didn't poison the food and wine, but I dueled you openly. For this courage, you shouldn't let me live, just like you let the young swordsman live?"
Ren Qi sneered, "Before I said to let the young swordsman go, you didn't even think about raising a gun at me, so you have nothing to apologize for, because you really want to die."
Bah!
The waiter's pupils shrank suddenly, and he lay on the table as if he was drunk, with a trigger embedded in his throat.
In this way, only Ren Qi was left in the inn.
But he didn't plan to leave yet, he just changed tables and continued drinking.
After drinking another pound of wine, the curtain was opened again, and the wind and snow poured into the already deserted room.
The person who entered the door was a man who was similar in age to Ren Qi, with a face like a crown jewel, quite mature and noble appearance.
He also carries a sword, the hilt of which is inlaid with jade, which matches the two jade rings on his fingers.
Ren Qi vaguely remembered this man. One time in the government office in Jiangnan, this man petitioned for orders for the people and hammered the drum at the yamen door loudly.
Dong Shuang, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Jiangnan, is Yu Langjun.
Dong Shuang gently lowered the curtain, not scorning it because of its crudeness and countryman's craftsmanship.
"Leng Yu Ren Qi, we meet again." Dong Shuang said with cupped hands.
Ren Qi didn't return the gift, just sat and glanced at him, "How much did you charge?"
"Confiscating money is just to eliminate harm for the people."
"Eliminate harm to the people?"
Ren Qi sneered, "Why do you people always have to find a high-sounding reason, either for justice or for the sake of truth, otherwise it seems that you can't kill people.
Can't you be more simple and kill whenever you want like me? ”
"This is where we are different from the lackeys of the imperial court, because we are moral and kill less, be careful, or even not kill at all."
Dong Shuang frowned, "Leng Yu, you are no longer an expert in the imperial court. I heard about it seven years ago. You betrayed the imperial court and came out of Jade Capital with seven world-fast swords. From then on Whereabouts unknown.”
"I didn't betray the imperial court, it was the imperial court that betrayed me."
Ren Qi took a sip of wine, "But it doesn't matter, it's all the same."
Dong Shuang nodded, "I came here today not only to kill you, but also to persuade you."
"Persuade me?"
Ren Qi looked at him, "I can understand that you want to kill me, because if you don't kill me, I will kill you too, but what do you advise me to do? Join you in the rebellion?"
"No, I advise you to turn back."
Dong Shuang solemnly said: "The Immortal Capital is the foundation of Kyushu and represents the Kyushu orthodoxy.
Although I am not a member of the Taoist sect, I cannot watch you destroy the Kyushu Taoism. This is probably what every conscientious person in the world should do.
I want to ask you to stop here and turn around. ”
"I have no grudges against Xiandu, and Xiandu didn't block my way, but it did hinder my friend, so I took action and did him a small favor, that's all.
As for your suggestions and persuasion, they are all very good. ”
Ren Qi stood up and held down a green sword.
Yulangjun Dong Shuang knew that when someone like Ren Qi held down his weapon, he had no intention of taking back his sword.
Just like his nickname Leng Yu, this man is hard-hearted and never cares about his own life or the lives of others.
The only thing he was curious about was, how could Ren Qi have friends?
However, there was no room for Dong Shuang to think too much at the moment, because Ren Qi was already urging him to draw his sword with murderous intent.
Dong Shuang drew out his sword and stabbed Ren Qi.
Ren Qi waited for him to stab him with the sword. When the tip of the sword was about to reach the tip of his nose, Ren Qi finally let the sword out of its sheath.
Buzz!
The green sword came out of its sheath and intercepted Yulangjun's sword in the middle. Then before Yulangjun could change his move, the green sword pierced his chest like lightning.
"I thought I was wasting my time in the past seven years, but I didn't expect you to be the same. Could it be that you only care about justice?"
Ren Qi shook his sword to the side, shook off the blood beads, and finally walked out of the inn.
Looking up, Xiandu is looming behind the clouds. (End of chapter)