Xiaoqin continued to pack up his copper coins without looking back.

The four people at the table next to them immediately started to laugh.

"Yu Laoer, the name of your Yi'an Hall is not very useful!"

"I'm afraid this little boy has never heard of Yi'antang's name at all. Why would you give him some color?"

The man named Yu Laoer was a little embarrassed. He suddenly slapped the table with a "slap!" and shouted:

"Are you deaf? Are you talking to you?"

"Now you kneel down and kowtow three times to me, I will give you three cents of silver!"

After Xiaoqin collected the last copper plate, she still didn't look back at the man.

He tied the hole in the small gray cloth bag tightly and carefully put it into his arms.

He turned silently with the coffin on his back and was about to leave when Li Chenan suddenly said something.

It was said to the boss lady:

"I'll give him the two taels of silver."

Xiao Baozi immediately took out a stack of silver notes from his arms, searched for them, and found a ten-two-pound piece and photographed it in front of the boss's wife.

"Don't find the rest anymore, give him the best wine and the best dish."

Yu Lao Er turned his head and looked at Li Chenan viciously, "Stop meddling in other people's business, are you tired of living?"

Li Chenan didn't have him, he still wore a little qin.

When Xiaoqin heard this, she stopped, turned around, looked up, and looked at Li Chenan.

There was a little joy in my eyes, but more thankful:

"I'm not a beggar."

Li Chenan nodded:

"I know."

Xiaoqin: "Then I owe you ten taels of silver... I will pay it back to you."

He paused, as if to make a guarantee of this sentence, he added: "Tomorrow, tomorrow night... there is no need to go tomorrow night, I will be able to pay it back roughly after noon."

This sentence is interesting.

Tomorrow, I will be the 60th birthday of Zhou Dashanren. At noon, the birthday celebration will begin.

"good."

The waiter turned his head and the fat boss lady. The fat boss lady seemed to struggle for a moment.

Only one.

Her eyes were always on the ten taels of silver bill.

Then she raised her head, nodded to the waiter.

The waiter took Xiaoqin to the woodshed in the backyard.

He just took two steps!

The man who humiliated him just now became even more angry because no one paid attention to him, which made him feel that he was not even as good as a dog!

He pulled out the knife with a clang.

He "bang" the whole family kicked the stool aside, and he took a step forward with a fierce look...

"I'm talking to you, you don't know what's going on..."

His knife slashed towards Xiaoqin who was walking towards him.

The two were only one meter away.

The knife he used was two feet and seven inches long.

His name is Yu Laoer, and he is an incense owner in Yi'an Hall.

People in the martial arts world are known as the second child of the fast knife.

Everyone thought that the boy carrying the coffin would definitely die under the second son's quick knife!

Because the boy would be clumsy with the coffin on his back, and Yu Laoer took the lead, the boy had not yet drawn his sword when he slashed it.

He had no time to draw his sword.

But.

Just in everyone's sight, it was when the knife the second child cut was only about a foot away from the young man's face.

Xiaoqin made a knife.

Yu Laoer clearly took the lead in attacking.

His knife had already slashed towards Xiaoqin before he could say the word "bad".

At this moment, the word "bad" still hasn't been expressed.

His last word was never spoken until his death.

Xiaoqin's hand fell on her waist.

Draw the sword.

Take out the knife.

kill.

Receive the knife.

This series of actions is no longer as simple as doing it in one go, but very few of the dozens of people present can clear it.

What most people see is a flash of silver light.

Then a bloodline flew up.

Later, the knife in Yu Lao Er's hand suddenly fell off, and it fell off with his arm!

His hand still held the knife.

His hands and knife had not yet landed, and his men had stopped, and then slowly fell backwards.

He lay on the ground.

Those eyes were still open.

It seemed as if he could still see the brilliance of the knife in his eyes.

He is dead.

Xiaoqin didn’t make a knife at that moment!

But two swords!

The first knife cut off his arm!

The second knife cleaves his chest and abdomen!

The quick knife Yu Lao Er made a first blow, but he didn't even touch the boy's hair, but the boy actually made two blows!

How fast are these two swords?

Everyone took a breath and swallowed with difficulty. No one looked at Yu Laoer who died on the ground. Their eyes fell on the boy.

This time, it was silent again.

Xiaoqin didn't have a glance at Yu Lao Er from beginning to end.

He is still not yet.

He didn't even have a glance at the martial arts masters who were watching.

I don't know if he doesn't want to, or he doesn't want to go.

His knife was already covered with blood and sheathed.

His expression did not change at all because of the murder.

He still carried the dark coffin on his back and said to the scared waiter who had stopped in front of him, "Take me to the woodshed."

“…Ah, OK!”

The two walked through the lobby under everyone's shocked gaze and came to the moon gate leading to the backyard.

The moon gate was not high, so Xiaoqin bent down carefully, as if afraid that the coffin would collide with the wall.

The fat boss lady watched Xiaoqin and the coffin on his back disappear behind the moon gate.

Her fat face suddenly smiled.

She seemed to be used to fighting among the people in the world.

She withdrew her gaze, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly sighed:
To be continued...