Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

Following this scream, there was a commotion in the Moon Tower.

The sleeping people all woke up from their sleep, lit the candles in a panic, rushed out of the room, and looked around to see what happened.

With the lighting of the candle, the room where Feng Wuhen was located also lit up.

He saw the fear and desperation in the eyes of the four remaining killers.

But he didn't intend to stop there.

Kindness is not something to be thrown away.

"If you don't want to say it, then die."

Feng Wuhen raised the Yitian sword in his hand, said something lightly, and then rushed out like lightning, heading straight for the four killers!

This time, he won't show mercy!

There was a sound of metal and iron clanging, and the weapons in the hands of the four killers were cut off instantly!Even the broken ones, and their arms holding weapons!

The sharpness of Yitian Sword is so terrifying!

"what!"

A terrified scream sounded, and the four killers fled in all directions like crazy.

They want to live!

But Feng Wuhen obviously won't give them another chance!

While flipping his wrist, the long sword swung out again!Instantly cut the throats of the three killers!

A sword!

Only one sword was used!

Shenmen Thirteen Swords!It has reached the realm!

But there was still a killer who escaped the sword and escaped from the window in a panic!

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, turned around and chased him out!

Maybe it was because he was scared out of his wits, the remaining killer seemed to have turned into a headless chicken, scurrying around, looking for a way out of Wangyue Tower.

But he seemed to have lost his mind, turning a blind eye to the door of the building so close at hand.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed into a room.

That was Lanxinyu's room!

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuhen's face changed slightly, and he exerted all his strength to rush over at full speed!

But the moment he rushed into Lan Xinyu's room, he couldn't help but stop, his brows raised slightly.

The killer is dead!

Although it seemed that he had escaped into a way of life, what awaited him was not rebirth, but death.

It's just that he didn't die in Feng Wuhen's hands.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the motionless killer lying on the ground, and then looked at Lan Xinyu standing in the center of the room, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that there are many people who want to kill you."

Lan Xinyu also looked at Feng Wuhen, and spoke first.

It was still that calm as water.

"It appears that you are far more different than you appear."

Feng Wuhen looked at Lan Xinyu and responded lightly.

Now he knew why Lan Xinyu was indifferent to seeing dead people before, because she also knew martial arts, and she also killed people.

"The world is so big, who can see through it at a glance? Don't you have any secrets?"

Lan Xinyu looked at Feng Wuhen and asked with a smile.

There seemed to be many indescribable things mixed in the smile.

"who are you?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Lan Xinyu and asked sincerely.

In his memory, it seems that there has never been such a person as Lan Xinyu.

"Is it important?"

Lan Xinyu asked seriously.

Feng Wuhen froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

It really doesn't matter, even he himself doesn't know whether he is Feng Ping or Feng Wuhen.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen walked slowly to the side of the corpse, squatted down and peeled off the man's coat, and saw the original clothes under the night clothes.

People from the Kunlun School.

He was blinded by a silver needle and died!

He Taichong's disciple.

It seems that on Wudang Mountain, he really offended all the people from the six sects of Yitian Prefecture, and even chased him all the way to Aojiang Prefecture.

People from Kongtong, Kunlun, and Emei have all appeared one after another. What's next?Could it be that even Shaolin will send killers to chase and kill him?

Feng Wuhen didn't know.

But one thing he was sure of was that no matter who came, he would never show mercy.

Since someone wants him to die, kill them all!

Only the dead are the safest.

"You go."

Lan Xinyu looked at Feng Wuhen and said hesitantly.

"Now? What about the 500 taels I owe?"

Feng Wuhen asked in surprise.

After the one just now, I'm afraid it's more than 500 taels now.

"no."

Lan Xinyu replied lightly.

"what!"

At this moment, there was another exclamation from outside. According to the direction of the sound, it should be the room where Feng Wuhen lived.

Presumably someone discovered the four dead men inside.

Hearing the shout, Lan Xinyu walked outside slowly, passing by Feng Wuhen, accompanied by a scent of fragrance.

"Then I have taken advantage of it."

Feng Wuhen turned around, looked at Lan Xinyu's back, and said with a smile.

It seems that she is not easy to shoot a person accurately with two tiny silver needles.

"If you continue to stay, I'm afraid it will be unclear for the rest of your life, and I don't want anyone to die here."

"Let's talk about it after you earn 500 taels of silver, if you are still alive at that time."

While speaking, Lan Xinyu had already walked out of the room, calling for the people below to start cleaning up the corpses in the two rooms.

Feng Wuhen smiled, said nothing, walked out of the room, left the Moon-Watching Tower, and walked towards the Moon-Watching Inn.

He really should go, although he doesn't know where the next stop will be.

Standing at the railing on the second floor, Lan Xinyu frowned slightly as she watched Feng Wuhen go out and never return, and couldn't help but think of the poem full of prodigal sons...

Chapter 13 Xunwu

Tianbu Prefecture.

Yangcheng.

A carriage slowly entered the city gate and wandered the streets.

Pedestrians who came and went looked sideways, and couldn't help but stop, discussing in whispers.

Because they had never seen a carriage without a driver that could walk by itself, as if the horse knew all the way.

In fact it is.

Dongpeng Inn.

The carriage stopped slowly in front of an inn again, as if it had long known that its owner needed a place to rest.

As the carriage stopped, a young man in black slowly stepped out of the carriage, holding a sword in his left hand and wine in his right hand.

It was Feng Wuhen.

After leaving Aojiang Prefecture, he wandered aimlessly for several days, and finally decided to come to Luo City, because this is the headquarter of the world's largest gang of beggars.

He wants to come here to find someone, someone who can take his martial arts to a higher level.

Others need to practice hard in closed doors, but for his cultivation, he only needs to find the person who has a certain level of martial arts, and then go within a mile of him.

"Guest officer, please come inside."

When the waiter in the inn saw a guest coming, he hurriedly ran out and greeted him warmly.

Feng Wuhen nodded, and walked straight into the inn regardless of the surprised eyes around him.

As soon as I walked in, I was attracted by a burst of noise.

In the lobby on the first floor, many people gathered, sitting around, all looking in one direction.

An old man with white beard and hair was standing behind a square wooden table, telling a story in rhythmic tones.

Mr. Storyteller.

When Feng Wuhen saw the old man, he suddenly smiled.

He seems to have thought of a good idea.

"Guest officer, do you want to hit the tip or stay at the hotel?"

Xiao Er led Feng Wuhen to a table and asked with a smile.

Feng Wuhen withdrew his gaze, sat down slowly, and couldn't help touching the purse at his waist.

"One dish, one of the cheapest rooms, and one or two drinks."

Feng Wuhen replied slowly, and handed the jug to Xiaoer by the way.

"One or two?!"

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Xiao Er asked in surprise.

A drink or two may not be enough for a dry sip.

"Not for sale?"

Feng Wuhen nodded while looking at Xiaoer and asked back.

"Sell, sell, wait a moment."

Xiao Er nodded, took the jug, turned around and walked towards the back kitchen while talking.

Feng Wuhen smiled helplessly, because he saw the disdain flashing in Xiao Erlin's eyes before turning around.

But there is no way, his money is really running out, if he spends it all, he may have to eat the last meal without the next meal, and can only sleep on the street.

After a long time, Xiaoer returned from the back kitchen with a side dish and wine pot, and by the way put a square card on the table in front of Feng Wuhen, turned around and left without saying a word, as if he already knew Feng Wuhen There's nothing more to squeeze out here.

Feng Wuhen shook his head, and picked up the square card, which said No. [-], Class B.

It was indeed the worst room in the inn.

Feng Wuhen shook his head, put away the square card, opened the jug to smell it, and took a sip.

Wine was not bad.

On the other side, Mr. Storyteller was still telling the story with passion, telling the truth, with occasional exaggerated movements, which made the spectators engrossed and relished.