The martial arts world has been very lively recently, so much so that the two most famous young people have also been involved in the situation.
Gusu Murong was denounced by the entire martial arts community and his reputation was greatly damaged because several martial arts masters died due to his unique skill, "Double Star Shift", including Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan.
The eponymous Beiqiao Feng, oh no, should be called Xiao Feng now, was accused of being a descendant of the Khitans. He was spurned by the martial arts people in the Central Plains and voluntarily resigned from his position as the leader of the Beggar Clan. He is now missing.
Later, he was also accused of being the murderer of his mentor, Master Xuan Ku, and became infamous for a while.
The reasons for all this were clearly understood by Ye Tainaturally.
But he had no intention of stepping forward at this time to clear the name of these two heroes, nor did he take advantage of this trend to formally go to the eyes of the martial arts people.
He just sent a message to Su Xinghe and asked his apprentice "The Enemy of Hell" Xue Muhua to keep an eye on it. If Xiao Feng brought a seriously injured woman to seek medical treatment, he would agree to it, but secretly he would use the "Yi Jin Jing" in the woman's arms.
》For consultation fee.
When sending the message at the inn, Su Xinghe agreed without any further questions.
Mrs. Ye felt that she should be able to get the "Yi Jin Jing" this time.
Even if he can't get it, he is not in a hurry, because in the subsequent plot, he will also know where the secret book will be, and he will naturally have a way to get it by then.
And he himself went all the way north, towards Xixia.
In the Jingzhou area in the northern part of the Song Dynasty.
It was already late at night, and the clouds blocked the moonlight, but the heavy snow was still hissing down. The surroundings were extremely dark, but there were dots of stars ahead, and a small village outside the city appeared in front of Ye Tai.
The snow had already accumulated very deep, but Ye Tai, who was carrying his luggage, had only a faint footprint under his feet, and it was not long before it was covered by heavy snow.
Walking into the village, most people have already fallen asleep, and only a few households still light weak oil lamps.
Mrs. Ye has not eaten for most of the day. Although her sense of taste is almost zero, all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas are like white noodles in his mouth.
But having deep internal energy does not mean cultivating immortality. After a day of traveling, his growling belly was already urging him to eat quickly.
Mrs. Ye walked into the town and walked around for a long time before she found a small shop with candles still on in the corner of the village.
It is really a small shop, with only three tables inside, all of which are extremely old-fashioned small Eight Immortals tables and large stools, but it looks extremely neat. Although the tables and stools are covered with scratches, there is not a trace of dust on the tables.
Mrs. Ye opened the curtain, walked in, and put her luggage beside her: "Old man, bring me some meat and vegetables."
If you have deep internal strength, you must also pay attention to the conservation of energy. How can you make up for the loss of energy by just eating some radish and cabbage?
Therefore, apart from the Taoist method of eating grains, those martial arts warriors are all top-notch big eaters in modern times. The saying that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts is really true.
The shopkeeper is an old man with a ridged forehead, gray hair, somewhat cloudy eyes, and a few patches on his clothes. It seems that business is indeed not easy to do.
"Okay, but I only have half a roast goose, two plates of braised mutton, and home-brewed rice wine, which is delicious to drink." The old man came forward with a smile.
"Grandpa, are there any guests?"
At this time, a little girl rubbed her eyes with one hand and walked out of the inner room in a daze. A few strands of the cold wind leaked into the room, blowing her face so red that she looked very cute.
But Mrs. Ye noticed her empty sleeve. She was a one-armed little girl. Maybe something unfortunate happened to her.
"Wanwan, you go to bed first, and I'll heat up some food for this little brother."
The old man hunched over, touched the little girl's head kindly, and walked towards the kitchen.
But the little girl did not leave. Instead, she opened her big and smart eyes and looked at Mrs. Ye up and down, her empty sleeves fluttering in the wind.
Mrs. Ye smiled at her, thoughtfully.
The little girl held the corner of her clothes with one hand, seemingly wary. When she saw the sword inserted in Mrs. Ye's luggage, she couldn't help but take a half step back, and her face turned pale.
Mrs. Ye was a little confused. In this world where a person holding a sword can be called a "chivalrous person", is there still a lack of chivalrous people?
He couldn't allow him to think too much. The food was served, and it was still steaming with white steam.
Mrs. Ye didn't say anything. She picked up half of the roast goose and put it in her mouth. She was eating like a whirlwind of food, which seemed to frighten the little girl again. She took half a step back again, but she couldn't help swallowing.
"Don't worry, there is rice wine here. Swallow it slowly and don't choke. The rice wine is a gift."
The old man kindly served a bowl of hot rice wine.
"Thank you, old man. It's true that your cooking skills are very good."
Mrs. Ye complimented nonchalantly, saying that whatever he eats now has no taste anyway. To be honest, eating is a bit of a waste of time for him, but his hungry stomach urges him to swallow something quickly.
After finishing all the food on the table in a hurry, Mrs. Ye wiped the corners of her mouth, feeling a little unfinished.
The old man saw something and felt a little puzzled: "There are no meat dishes anymore. If I'm not full, there are still two steamed buns and pickles."
Mrs. Ye smiled awkwardly and said, "No, uncle, I may have to stay at your place tonight."
As he said this, he reached into his arms, but found to his embarrassment that he had spent all his money.
The old man had gone through many vicissitudes of life and saw his embarrassment and said: "Brother, do you have no money on you?"
"This...there is indeed no broken silver."
"Ah, here comes the bad guy again!"
The one-armed girl bit her lip for a moment and said with tears in her eyes: "I saw it right, no one with a sword is a good person. You took dad away and made me crippled. Ating and the others don't dare to play with me anymore."
, and he comes here every now and then to eat for free.”
As she said that, she turned her head again, looked at the bones on the table, and said: "Besides, Grandpa, you clearly said that you would leave a piece of goose meat for me. You, you are so bad! Ugh~~~"
"Wanwan, don't cry. Grandpa left you two pieces of mutton. I don't think this guy is like those people. Maybe he just has financial difficulties for a while... Sigh." The old man's face was gloomy and he held the one-armed little girl in his arms.
In my arms, I have been comforted.
"I think you have misunderstood me, old man. I have no intention of freeloading. I just don't have any broken silver on me, but I can pay for it with something."
Mrs. Ye frowned slightly and slapped the scabbard inlaid with gems on the table.
"Putting the sword on the table again and asking if we dare to take it away? Why can you bad guys eat meat every day, but we can't even fill our stomachs? Grandpa, didn't you say that good people are rewarded? Dad does it
What's wrong? Why do you do this to us?"
Xiaomaru's eyes were filled with tears and his body was shaking slightly, as if he remembered something terrible.
"Good boy Xiaomaru, your father is indeed a hero, but, it's just..."
At this point, the old man couldn't talk any more and could only sigh and stroke Xiao Wanwan's head.
"There are no heroes at all, only demons! They are all demons. Why do they treat us like this? We don't have enough to eat every day. They often come here to eat and drink for free. Wanwan and Grandpa can only pick up what they eat..." Xiao
Maruwan burst into tears, apparently he had mistook Mrs. Ye for someone.
Even the indifferent Ye Tai frowned at this moment. She took off the gem from the scabbard and threw it to the old man, saying, "I don't know what you are talking about, but this is food money."