This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

it's dark.

There are especially many rogues and thieves during the journey, and they only pick on pedestrians who are on their way. Therefore, when it gets dark, experienced people will pick a nearby inn to rest and continue walking tomorrow.

Song Chunjing found an inn with few people, and was going to take a break and start his journey tomorrow.

The cloak on his body was exquisite in workmanship and extremely luxurious. When he got off the horse, the shopkeeper came out to greet him, took the horse with his own hands, and told the waiter who was waiting at the side: "Go and feed the horse to the guest officer."

Xiao Er led the horse, and the shopkeeper asked with a smile on his face, "What do you eat, sir?"

"A clean guest room, bring it inside." Song Chunjing walked in, taking a random look at the scene in the hall.

This place meets people who want to go north from the west, and it is considered a big inn. At a glance, it is full of people sitting in the hall waiting for food.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to summon another waiter from another famous shop, and ordered from a distance: "One of the best guest rooms, one table full of dishes—"

He looked at Song Chunjing's clothing and temperament, and opened his mouth to recruit the most expensive one.

Song Chunjing didn't want to say more, and followed the little girl up the stairs.

Seeing his acquiescence, the shopkeeper smiled even more prettily, and all the creases on his face curved upwards, "Please pay a deposit first."

The matter of paying the deposit has to be assigned to different people. When it comes to difficult things, they don’t even mention it. When they meet those who are not short of money, they just ask for it casually, and maybe they can get a reward.

Song Chunjing didn't turn his head back and said, "You are indispensable."

He didn't give it right away, and the shopkeeper didn't ask for more. He simply responded, "Okay!" and turned to entertain other guests.

Someone said loudly: "Shopkeeper, please take a room."

"Excuse me," the shopkeeper looked at his clothes, and said, "There is only one room left, and it has just been booked out. Can the guest change it? The ordinary single rooms here are also clean and safe."

"No," the man sneered, "If you see that I'm not well dressed, you can shirk it. I think you are a dog who looks down on others."

"How could it be!" The shopkeeper exclaimed, "It's really booked out, you see that young man hasn't stepped up yet..."

He pointed with his hand, and Song Chunjing was walking upstairs.

"Since you haven't lived in it yet, you can change it," the man said "Hey!" to Song Chunjing, "Can you change to another room, the old man hurt his back early and couldn't sleep in an ordinary room." Hard bed."

Song Chunjing didn't seem to hear it, and continued to go upstairs without turning his head.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper knew that he didn't want to cause trouble, so he immediately stretched out his hand to block the man, "Everything comes first, first come first, right? The villain will spread a few more layers of thick quilts for you, and make sure the tidying is soft and peaceful... Xiao Er!"

He immediately ordered: "Go, clean out the common room..."

Before the words fell, the man turned his face, and grabbed the long knife hidden in the heavy bag with a "crash" in his hand, "I see that you clearly think that I have no money, and you black shops who watch people order dishes are full of things. A turtle in the mud!"

"And you!" He turned his hand and pointed at Song Chunjing, "Just because of how much money I have, I'll put on an air of contempt for others to see!"

When people are traveling, especially in this kind of transit inn where they may not see the second side in this life after going out, they can encounter all kinds of ghosts and monsters.

None of the people sitting in the hall in the inn spoke, and some people even looked at the excitement and smiled without any kindness.

Song Chunjing didn't want to cause trouble, so he still didn't respond, and didn't even stop taking half a step.

He walked around the corner of the stairs, stepped onto the ground of the second floor, and lifted the medicine box on his shoulder upwards.

The man was even angrier, he pushed the shopkeeper away, went upstairs in a few steps, and stretched out his hand to pull the belt of the medicine box on Song Chunjing's shoulder!

Song Chunjing dodged to the side, and slapped his wrist with one hand. The man felt a numbness in half of his shoulder, and resisted shouting, "...well, he's still a practitioner."

When you are away from home, you can encounter anything.

Song Chunjing finally took a look at him, and even smiled good-naturedly, "Excuse me, you can discuss something with the shopkeeper. People passing by here in the lower district cannot be the owner of this shop."

After hearing this, the shopkeeper hurried up. After all, he had seen a lot, so he was not in a hurry. He just kept persuading: "Don't do it, don't do it..."

Seeing the shopkeeper coming up, the man turned his head to look up and down Song Chunjing's figure and appearance, and saw that there was no follower behind him, so he mocked: "This cloak alone is worth a shop, why should you condescend to it?"

Song Chunjing looked at him, his eyes were warmed by the lights at night, but the cold breath in the depths of his pupils could not be warmed.

The man cast a malicious glance at the medicine box he was carrying, and sneered, "How can a mere doctor have so much money? Don't just earn money from the dead, hahahaha."

A few sporadic laughter came from downstairs.

Song Chunjing gave him a cold look, thinking that this man was probably driven by his hatred of the rich and that he was sick in his head.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the man relentlessly stopped him, blocking his way.

"Don't go, let's chat for a while," the man swept up his cuffs, revealing his strong and intertwined muscles, and looked at his waist and exposed white neck maliciously: "He looks good, but his face is so fierce. Already, is grandpa playing with you?"

The shopkeeper climbed up the stairs and stepped forward to mediate, "My guest, if you want to relax, go up to the next floor, and there will be a waitress..."

"Girl," the man lowered his head and repeated after him, with a flash of light in his eyes, "Girl is not strong enough, not as good as this."

Song Chunjing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and forced out a smile. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a commotion by the door.

Everyone looked at it together, and the outsider dismounted from the horse. The horse had thick thighs, stomping iron hooves, and was extremely handsome with piercing eyes.

Someone behind him took the reins and led the horse.

The visitor walked into the store, looked around, and finally raised his head slightly to glance at the upstairs, his whole face looked terrified, and his momentum was very astonishing.

His clothes are well-fitted, and the dark golden auspicious clouds tattooed on his shoulders are constantly flashing under the light. Except for the two strands of hair blown loose in front of his forehead, all the rest are tied behind his head by a black and burnt purple glass hair crown. , The dim and dull light was turning between his actions, which made his tightly closed lips cold and cold, and his eyes became more gloomy.

The visitor walked up the stairs without saying a word, attacking everyone present with a powerful aura without concealment, the noble aura around him was enough to push people back a foot, not to mention the murderous aura that was not angry and pretentious.

Someone already had a premonition that something big was going to happen, and quickly dodged out.

He went upstairs and stood still in front of several people.

Song Chunjing couldn't help taking half a step back, and the person standing opposite him also couldn't help taking a step back.

The flat and open chest of the person in front of him undulated slightly, the hem of the clothes stopped swinging and drooped heavily, and further down were the satin smooth boots with some dust.

The man glanced at Song Chunjing, his eyes stayed on him for a moment, and he spoke in a deep tone: "I'll play with you for him."

Not to mention the face surrounded by evil spirits and the low voice, this outfit alone can scare people's nerves.

How many people in the world dare to dress up in such a luxurious and imposing appearance?

Not to mention the well-dressed guards behind him.

The person who was still arguing just now suddenly extinguished his anger, and took a cautious step back again.

Song Chunjing's throat moved up and down, "...Li Chen."

This was the first time he called out this name, Li Chen was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said "hmm".

There was a commotion downstairs, and it was Uda and the Great Wall Defense Team of the Battalion cleaning up the spectators on the first floor.

The shopkeeper's face was extremely pale, and he felt that he had provoked the Buddha. He looked at the attire of the person in front of him, and searched his mind for a matching identity.

Uda blinked and ran upstairs, and threw him a money ticket, "Bakery shop."

The shopkeeper rushed to pick it up, and dared not refuse. He didn't even dare to look at the money in his hand, so he immediately ran downstairs to greet someone to help clean up the venue.

Wu Da ordered people to guard the doors and windows of each guest room, and no one was allowed to come in and out to eavesdrop.

Li Chen took a few steps forward, his silent footsteps carried shocking power, Song Chunjing watched his hard side face getting closer and closer to him, he felt cold all over his body, and even his fingertips felt a little numb.

Even setting up a few smoke bombs failed to stop him, and he caught up within a day.

Song Chunjing didn't even need to look carefully at his face to guess how irritable he was.

In the blink of an eye, the two were within arms length, Li Chen stopped, but turned to the other person present, "How do you want to play?"

The slightly lowered eyelids blocked most of the pupils, and every eyelash on top was stained with a heavy and cold breath.

The man couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "..."

Then he made the worst decision in his life, pulling out the saber from the worn-out scabbard behind his back.

His trembling hands tightly grasped the handle of the knife, and Li Chen's awe-inspiring and strong shoulders were reflected on the edge of the knife.

The next moment, Uda's long knife came out of its sheath, "Ding——"

The grinding sound of the blade rubbing against the sheath did not stop, and the blade was already on the man's neck.

"Bold!" Uda shouted.

The man's shoulders tightened suddenly, apparently he did not expect him to strike so quickly and decisively, his canthus cracked in an instant, followed by his eyes shaking rapidly, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

The sweat on his face was half hot and half frightened. In the blink of an eye, he made a slippery road and rolled onto his rough jaw.

He stared vigilantly at the knife in front of him, only to feel that the cold air had broken through his body, and he would cut off the blood vessels in the next moment.

"No hurry." Li Chen slightly raised his hand.

Uda backed away, the man's breathing became heavier and heavier, gasping one after another, and the heaving of his chest became more and more obvious.

Li Chen lowered his eyes and looked at his frightened appearance. The warm yellow light cast a small shadow in front of him, which was still in the sharp edge shape, without any fuzzy and soft appearance.

Without dodging or evading, he took a step closer, put his chest against the slightly trembling saber tip, and then stretched out his hand, Wu Da retracted the knife and turned his wrist like a cloud, and held the knife with both hands and handed it to him.

Seeing the weapon changing hands, the man's saber hand retreated two inches unconsciously, and he waited to glance at the person in front of him, almost unable to hold his own saber in his hand.

The predecessor did not change his face, and his posture could even be called leisurely.

An attitude that is not afraid of his sudden movement or death, and seems to be sure that he will not dare to move rashly.

This leisurely look made the man look around, and then he found that the waist knives of all the guards had been unsheathed, and they were all devil faces waiting for an order to rush forward to kill at any time.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on the man in front of him who was holding a knife casually.

He forced himself to be calm and wanted to ask for a way out, so he stammered boldly: "Report, report your name! I, I am..."

Wu Da interrupted him with a cold snort, "You don't deserve to know."

The man quickly glanced at Wu Da, and quickly locked his eyes on Li Chen, but it was useless.

Because every time he looked at him, he became more timid, and now because of the shortness of breath for a moment, his lips had already started to dry out, and the lip lines were deeply white, and his hands were moving the blade, trembling visibly to the naked eye.

In the end, he recalled the 'initiator', still a little unbelievable.

He turned his head slowly, and glanced at the doctor wearing an expensive cloak who had been standing silently by the side. He felt that his appearance was too good. The side face was smooth and delicate, with smooth and graceful lines. far away.

The next moment, Li Chen's wrist moved, and with the flash of the sword light, the sword energy seemed to be real, and with the howling wind, it swept across his eyes exactly!

"Ah—" With a scream, the man's hair exploded, he let go of his old saber, and covered his painful eyes.

Song Chunjing couldn't help but startled, his heart beat half a beat suddenly.

"Lang!" The saber fell to the ground, rolled around, and stopped at his feet.

Li Chen returned the knife in his hand to Wu Da, took the handkerchief to wipe his hands, then returned the handkerchief to Wu Da, and cleared his hoarse voice to the man rolling on the ground with blood on his face: "Going out, Have eyes."