Chapter 399: Wushuang can't see Wushuang

A small inn by the side of the road, where the guy was dozing off.
The handsome boy with a long sword box on his back walked into the inn. He smiled and looked around and asked, "Man, are there any vacancies?"
The guy raised his head when he heard the voice, and rubbed his eyes: "Yes, yes. Does the guest officer want to go to the room, or an ordinary guest room?"
"How much does it cost to go to a room, and how much does an ordinary guest room cost?" the boy asked.
"Thirty copper plates a night in the room, 15 copper plates a night in an ordinary guest room." The guy said.
"Normal." The boy smiled, then found a corner and sat down, "Is there still food in the store?"
"Sorry, guest officer, the cook has already left work. I have two steamed buns left in the evening. If the guest officer is hot, you might as well eat it with hot tea, and I will take you two copper plates." Yawn, said dazedly.
"Thank you, then." The young man wiped a handful of copper plates from his arms and shook his hand. A total of twelve copper plates were neatly lined up in front of the man.
The man rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he was confused and his eyes were blurred.
"Man, I'm a little hungry, please hurry up, Mantou," the boy laughed.
"Okay, okay." The guy hurried off.
The boy sighed, touched his purse, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the lord of an unparalleled city would not even be able to live in the house. I had known that I would ask the brother to ask for more money when I came out. You have to save flowers."
While the teenager was slowly counting the coins there, suddenly a dozen people walked into the inn at the same time. Most of them were young men, who seemed to be young disciples of the martial art. The leading man walked to the counter and tapped gently: "Is the shopkeeper here?"
The boy put away his purse and looked at them with interest.
The guy walked up with two steamed buns and was startled when he saw a dozen guests suddenly appeared: "You guys... live in the store?"
"Yes." The man nodded, "A total of thirteen rooms."
The man thought for a while, put down the buns, opened the book on the table, looked for a while and said, "Guest officer, there are twelve left."
"Twelve rooms?" The man frowned slightly.
The man nodded: "Yes, it was originally 13 rooms, but unfortunately, the guest officer over there just came and has booked one."
The man turned his head and glanced at Wushuang, then walked over and sat down. His tone was very polite: "Brother, we Luo Xia sent our disciples to the Wuming Valley for a banquet, passing by here, but this There is only such an inn in this town, but one room is missing. I wonder if you can let me, brother? This is fifty taels of silver, please accept it.
The man put a piece of silver on the table after speaking.
The boy smiled and pushed the silver back: "You also said that there is only this inn in this town. Give it to you, where can I live? Not to mention you have so many people, you can’t find two people to squeeze. ."
"Brother, we Luoxia faction walks the rivers and lakes. We have always been very rules. These fifty taels are enough to live in such an inn for three months. I don't think our request is excessive." The man was still polite.
"You don't understand what I mean. You have your rules, but I don't have to follow your rules. My rules are simple, I don't want to." The boy waved, "Man, where's my steamed bun."
"Come on." The man picked up the steamed bun and was about to walk over.
But suddenly I heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Among the people who had been standing, one drew his sword and pointed directly at the man.
But the sword stopped there.
Because another sword blocked him.
A very small sword, which is almost indistinct in this dark night.
"Flying swordsmanship." The man sitting in front of the young man exclaimed.
The boy hooked his fingers, and Feijian fell back. He smiled and said, "Man, I saved your life. Would you like to give me a bun?"
The man said in a deep voice, "It turns out that he is a master, so let me give you that room." After speaking, he stood up.
"Wait a minute." The boy suddenly said.
"How?" The man smiled slightly.
"You still want to live here?" the boy asked.
"I just said that there is only this inn in the town, so it can only be crowded." The man is still polite.
"But you just wanted to kill this guy." The young man said quietly.
The man stretched out his hand and called to the man with the sword: "Come here."
The man took the sword and walked a few steps to stand in front of the leading man. The man suddenly raised his hand and slapped him to the ground: "Things that can't hold their breath, stay vigil here tonight and don't sleep. He then walked back to the counter again: "Man, help us arrange it."
"Wait a second." The boy called again.
The leading man did not turn his head anymore.
"Although I have a bad memory, I am very accurate in martial arts. The palm of your hand just now has nothing to do with the Luoxia Sect." Wushuang smiled and stood up.
"Is this important to you?" the man asked.
"Actually, it's not that important, but this is also the first time I walk the rivers and lakes by myself. I want to sleep more securely. Go, I won't kill you." The boy knocked on the sword box beside him.
Suddenly, the man laughed at himself like a mockery, then he turned his hand abruptly, the chain hidden in his sleeve shot out, and the dagger tied to the chain flashed cold light and attacked the boy.
The young man smiled, kicked his foot, and the sword box was suddenly opened. With another wave of his hand, the six flying swords had already jumped up. But the chain dagger was knocked back by an oil paper umbrella.
At some point there was another person in the inn, dressed in black and carrying an oiled paper umbrella in his hand.
"Patriarch!" The thirteen people knelt to the ground at the same time.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and when his hand fell, the six flying swords fell back after all. He clearly noticed that the man in front of him was not simple, he was a real master.
The man holding the umbrella nodded slightly at him, then turned around and said to the thirteen people: "Why are you here?"
"We received a long letter from everyone, and we rushed to Tianqi to help, why... Patriarch, don't you know about this?" The headed man said in surprise.
"Where are the Xie's and Mu's?" the man with the umbrella asked.
"All the letters were received, and each house sent 13 people to help. But they rushed to Tianqi in three ways." The man replied.
"Go back." The man holding the umbrella said lightly.
"Go back? Only two hundred miles ahead is the Apocalypse City. Go back now?" the man puzzled.
"The chief betrayed the Dark River. My family and I originally planned to go back to the Dark River to discuss matters in the Shura Hall to convict Su Changhe. We encountered you on the road. It seems that he wants to be one step faster than us. "The man holding the umbrella sighed lightly.
"Are you a dark river?" The boy suddenly realized, "No wonder. So you are... an umbrella ghost."
Su Muyu turned around and said lightly: "I'm afraid it is. Lord Wushuang City City Lord."