Su Zhan left Jiange and went to the town where the old beggar took the original owner to beg.
She walked into an inn, and the waiter immediately greeted her and shouted enthusiastically, "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Su Zhan glanced at him without squinting, and said casually, "I'm both a chef and a restaurant owner. Waiter, please bring up all the signature dishes in your store first."
"Okay." The waiter calmly looked at the clothes Su Zhan was wearing and the sword in his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter.
This kind of inexperienced martial artist is a big fat sheep.
Martial arts are prevalent in this world. Except for those in the demon sect who are unstable and difficult to serve, the righteous people consider themselves to be knights. With that kind of skin, they will not attack ordinary people easily.
The best people to deceive are people like Su Zhan, who are young and new to the world of martial arts. They can't show off their skin and hold themselves to be a chivalrous person. Therefore, even if they talk loudly, they usually won't make a fuss on the spot.
"Sir, please sit here. The food will be served in a moment."
The waiter led Su Zhan to an empty table, diligently wiped the chair for her with his sleeves, then brought her tea and left.
Su Zhan put the sword and the baggage next to his hand and did not comment on the waiter's attentiveness.
Su Zhan still remembered that in the memory of the original owner, she and the old beggar came here to beg. When they passed by this inn, the waiter from this inn appeared in front of them.
However, unlike the current hospitality and enthusiasm, the waiter covered his nose with a look of impatience on his face and shooed them away like flies, "Stinky beggar, get away, don't hang around here."
The old beggar didn't say anything, he just led the young original owner away.
It was just a small thing, but in the memory of the original owner, the disgusting face of the waiter was firmly etched in her heart.
Su Zhan raised the tea cup and took a sip. The tea leaves were fragmented and the tea liquid was bitter. It was not good tea at first glance.
However, if you don’t charge for this kind of tea, how can you expect the inn to stock any good tea?
After taking just a sip, Su Zhan put the cup down and waited for the food to be served.
Not long after, two men and women holding swords came to the door of the inn. By this time, there were no empty seats in the inn.
The two people looked around and finally came to Su Zhan. The woman said crisply, "Sister, can we share a table together?"
"Okay." Su Zhan nodded and said lightly.
"Thank you, sister." The woman said sweetly, and then pulled the man to sit down.
The two of them were young, probably in their early sixteen years. Both of them were carrying swords, their steps were steady, and their breathing was even. They looked like they should be disciples of a large sect.
The woman curiously looked at the sword beside Su Zhan, guessing her identity in her mind, and couldn't help but asked tentatively, "My sister is also a member of the martial arts world. I wonder which sect she is a disciple of?"
"A small sect, a small sect, nothing worth mentioning." Before leaving, the old man Qian Dingzhuwan told her not to tell the identity of the disciples of Jiange outside.
Su Zhan was puzzled, but the old man plausibly said that this was to allow her to practice well outside. Otherwise, as long as she moved out of her identity as a disciple of Jiange, everyone would retreat. What's the point of this.
Su Zhan was also speechless, but he still did it.
The woman looked at the sword in her hand. It looked extraordinary. She didn't believe what she said. Which small sect could use such a sword?
"Since sister doesn't want to say it, let's forget it." The woman looked helpless and took the initiative to reveal her identity. "Both of us are members of the Wulin Alliance."
"My sister appears here probably because of that matter."
It is well known that the descendant of Jiange is Yunxiao, so the woman did not suspect that she was related to Jiange. Instead, she thought that she was a disciple of a certain sect and was here to participate in the battle of Jiange tomorrow.
Su Zhan became interested in what she was talking about, and she nodded slightly.
The expression of the woman opposite immediately lit up, and she said happily, "I know that the only thing that can make people in the martial arts rush in this direction is the sword..."
"Junior sister." At this moment, the taciturn man had to interrupt her, "Master said, don't talk nonsense outside, have you forgotten?"
The woman shrank her head and muttered in a low voice, "What does this have to do with each other? We are all in the same camp anyway."
"Junior sister." The man glared over, his eyes sharp.
"Brother, I understand." The woman was still afraid of the man after all, and said apologetically to Su Zhan, "I'm sorry, but sister, your master should have told you about this matter, so I won't say more."
"After all, this is the biggest event in the martial arts world in the past hundred years."
My master never told me any major martial arts events.
Su Zhan's expression moved slightly. She could tell that among the pair of senior brothers and sisters, the senior brother had a strict mouth. If the junior sister was the only one present now, I'm afraid she would tell everything all by herself.
But it didn't matter. From the looks of it, they probably wanted to stay here. She could always seize the opportunity to get the woman to tell the truth.
After eating, the waiter took her to the room. Su Zhan took a brief rest and then closed the door and went out.
The brother and sister lived not far from her, but the door was closed.
Su Zhan went downstairs and went straight to the road where the old beggar died.
This is a remote alley. Su Zhan observed here for a long time and finally found that most of the people coming and going were people living next to this alley.
However, it cannot be said that the person who robbed the old beggar of his money was from here.
Su Zhan knocked on the doors of several nearby residents, and they all said that they had never seen what happened that night. She had carefully observed that these people did not lie.
After many years, it was night again, and Su Zhan had long known that this matter was not easy to investigate.
So she was not disappointed and kept knocking on the next door.
"Who is it?" The door was opened, and an old face with wrinkles appeared from inside. The old woman had a cold expression, and she looked like she was not an easy person to get along with. When she saw Su Zhan at the door, her brows were even more furrowed.
"You've got the wrong person." She said impatiently as soon as she didn't recognize Su Zhan, and turned around to close the door.
Su Zhan pressed the door and said, "I want to ask the old man an old story. Is it convenient?"
"It's inconvenient. You, a girl, are running into a stranger's house. Are you ashamed?" The old woman squinted at Su Zhan.
Su Zhan was not affected by her. "More than three years ago, an old beggar died in your alley. Does this old man remember it?"
Hearing this, the old woman's heart skipped a beat, and she looked unnatural for a moment, as if to cover up something, she shouted loudly, "What old beggar? I have never seen any old beggar, Guangguan."
