He smiled faintly and threw away the bundle that the man in white had stuffed into his arms.
He has no interest in these things, even if there are any treasures inside, it doesn't matter.
"I... I am not acquainted with that person." Wang Quangong cupped his hands to show that everyone was harmonious and made money, "I have given you the things. The road is facing the sky, each of you can go to one side. I hope you will not be ignorant of the compliment."
"court death!"
One of the men in gray clothes on the other side drew his sword and was about to charge forward, but was stopped by the leader.
He rummaged through the bag, clasped his fists and said, "Young hero, you and I are not in conflict with each other, but this bag is empty. It will be difficult for our brothers to give an explanation to Shangfeng when we go back."
After that, he took the initiative to shake the contents of the bag onto the ground and showed it to Wang Quan.
There was nothing in the bag except a few rags.
Wang Quan smiled lightly and said: "What you are chasing has nothing to do with me, I am not interested and don't want to know.
"If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it."
The other party was silent for a moment.
Wang Quan thought to himself that if he were still in the severely polluted state of Fenggu Village, the other side characters would have been hacked to death long ago.
For a while, just when Wang Quan felt that the people standing on both sides looked like fools and couldn't help but take a step forward, the leader of the men in gray took a step forward, cupped his hands and said:
"It's all a misunderstanding. I believe you, young hero. I am Fan Qiu, the deacon of the Salt Gang and a swordsman from Lin'an. I don't know what your name is, young hero. Who studied under whom?"
Lin'an Dual Swordsman...Wang Quan thought for a while, and also raised his hand, "I will travel to the Three Mountains, travel to the Five Mountains, hate the sky and the earth, specialize in all kinds of dissatisfaction in the world, and be the nemesis of evil.
Wang Quan, the only righteous hero in the martial arts world, has no family or sect, so I’m glad to meet him.”
Fan Jiu was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: "What?"
"I am the one who travels to the Three Mountains and travels to the Five Sacred Mountains. I hate the sky and the earth without any control. I specialize in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction in the world. I am the nemesis of evil. I am the only righteous hero in the martial arts world, Wang Quan. I have no family or sect. I am glad to meet you."
Wang Quan repeated it again.
Fan Jiuman has a black line on his forehead.
His subordinates couldn't help but took a step forward, pointed the long knife directly at Wang Quan, and cursed: "You little bastard! You are playing tricks on us!"
Wang Quan still smiled warmly like the spring breeze blowing on his face, "If you think so, there is nothing I can do about it."
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the setting sun of autumn shone slantingly, reflecting his whole body as if bathed in blood.
Fan Jiu's pupils shrank sharply, he stopped his subordinates who were still yelling and scolding, and said with cupped hands: "In that case, I'll take my leave. The mountains and rivers will not change, Wang... Juxia, we are destined to meet again!
"Walk!"
Putting down his harsh words, he waved and led his men in pursuit in the direction of the man in white.
Wang Quan didn't care, humming a song and walked forward.
On the other side, the man in gray who was scolding looked back at Wang Quan who was walking away, and said angrily: "Brother! Why did you let him go? He is obviously with that kid!"
"Whether they are part of a group is another matter, but this person is difficult to deal with."
Fan Jiu's face was gloomy, "I have carefully observed that although his green shirt is simple and elegant, it is made of excellent materials and cannot be worn by ordinary people. And the sword in his hand... is definitely extraordinary."
"This person is hiding his inheritance. He is obviously a disciple of a large sect who is traveling. You know the situation in this world. The wealthy sects and aristocratic families all protect their shortcomings. There is no need for us to have a conflict."
The man in gray obviously also understood this.
He sighed with emotion and said in despair: "Then we will just let them bully us."
"That's why there is the Salt Gang. The gang leader founded the Salt Gang just to give the poor brothers a start and not to cause trouble for the gang leader."
"I see."
............
Wang Quan continued walking for half an hour. As more and more passers-by came, he saw a small town ahead.
There is a stone tablet in front of the town with three characters - Yuhang Town.
"Yuhang Town?"
Wang Quan's eyes lit up and he walked quickly towards the town.
He is looking for Yuhang Inn.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find the Yuhang Inn, only Youpeng Inn.
After entering the store, a waiter in soap clothes came up to him and said with a smile on his face: "Young hero, should you stay in the hotel?"
"To top it off, two pounds of cooked beef, and half a pound of daughter's red."
Wang Quan found a square table by the window and sat down, casually throwing him half a tael of gold.
"This..." The waiter looked embarrassed while holding the gold. He also changed his title, "Uncle, slaughtering a cow without permission is a serious crime. We don't have it here. My daughter Hong is unsealed when she gets married.
We don’t even have real daughter red in our store.”
He wouldn't dare to fool him with lies.
Judging from the clothes and the sword, the other party doesn't look like an ordinary charlatan, but he still has some discernment.
Wang Quan rubbed his forehead and said, "Let's change it to chicken or mutton, and then have some wine, any wine will do."
"Okay! Just take a look!" The waiter felt relieved now.
It seems that this man is not the kind of person who cares about everything.
"Wait a minute."
Wang Quan called him to stop.
The waiter turned around and saw Wang Quan with a faint smile on his face, but said: "Remember to change."
Waiter: "..."
"Please wait."
This guest officer is so real.
After a while, the waiter came up with a plate of braised pork and a plate of steamed fish.
Behind him was a rich middle-aged man with a rosy face and a bulging belly.
This man was also carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.
After putting down the dishes and dismissing the waiter, the man sat down opposite Wang Quan, took out a wad of banknotes and handed them to Wang Quan, "Sir, can you count them correctly?"
Wang Quan stuffed it into his arms without even looking at it, and asked, "Are you the shopkeeper here?"
"I don't want to be the shopkeeper, I'm just a boss." The man poured a glass of wine for Wang Quan and himself, "This is the heavenly drunkenness I treasure, you might as well try it."
Wang Quan didn't notice anyone else, picked up the glass, clinked it with him, and drank it in one gulp.
Well, there’s nothing much to say about low-alcohol rice wine.
Putting down the wine glass, Wang Quan raised his chopsticks and fiddled with the steamed fish, "The wine is good."
"But I don't seem to think it's good wine when I look at the young master's appearance." The boss pointed to the ceiling, "Young Master, do you know why this inn is called Youpeng Inn?"
"Wouldn't it be great to have friends from afar?"
"Young Master really understands me." The boss poured Wang Quan another glass and then raised the glass, "So, Master, can you let down your guard?"
Wang Quan had a drink with him, smiled and said nothing.
He felt that everyone here was like the Riddler. He obviously didn't do anything, but in the end, one or two of them liked to guess.
The previous Fan Qiu was like this, and so is this boss.
But the good thing about this boss is that he never talks too much.
After drinking two glasses of wine, he nodded to Wang Quan, turned around and left.
It seemed like it was just a matter of two drinks.
Wang Quan felt at ease.
While eating and drinking, before I knew it, the sky was getting dark.
Wang Quanzhen lowered his head and fiddled with the half of the steamed seabass that was still slightly cold, and suddenly a figure in white sat across from him.
Wang Quan raised his head and raised his eyebrows.
This was the guy who stuffed the package into his arms.
This man was dressed in a cool white outfit and a scribe's hat. He looked to be in his twenties, and he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, which shone brightly when he looked around.
Seeing that Wang Quan didn't speak, he took the initiative and said, "I am Liu Xingyu, the young master of Zhaixing Pavilion. What do you call me, brother?"
Wang Quan did not answer, but asked directly: "Did you take away the contents of the package?"
"That's right." Liu Xingyu admitted happily. He cupped his hand and said with a smile, "That's a sacred object of ours. It was wandering in the world a hundred years ago. I just happened to get it back this time. In this case, I would like to thank my brother for dragging it down."
People who live in the Yan Gang."
Wang Quan picked up a chopstick and put the fish meat into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then said slowly: "If I don't know martial arts, if I am not their opponent... have you ever thought about what will happen to me?"
Liu Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "But isn't my brother intact? This shows that I have good taste."
"It seems that you have never thought about it. In your eyes, other people's lives seem to be nothing." Wang Quan suddenly felt a little uninterested in the first thing he encountered when he first entered the world.
If we follow the normal routine of martial arts, the two people here should have a good time drinking and chatting, and then maybe they can become brothers or something.
But Wang Quan was not interested. He only saw this man's disregard for other people's lives.
Liu Xingyu's original enthusiastic smile also turned cold. He frowned and said, "Brother, what do you mean by this? I ask myself that your ability to look at people is not bad. Brother, you dress like someone from a famous family. Those people can't deal with you."
"That's even more despicable. You want to cause conflict between the Salt Gang and other sects." Wang Quan smiled warmly, "It's a pity that I have no sect."
After finishing speaking, Wang Quan put down his chopsticks.
Liu Xingyu's expression changed, she stood up and backed away suddenly!
His speed was so fast that almost no one in the inn could see him clearly.
Unfortunately, the long sword in Wang Quan's hand is faster.
I saw a waning moon coming first and kissing Liu Xingyu's throat tenderly.
The last scene in his eyes was that of a spinning world and that familiar body.
It's just that the body...the head is missing.
Wang Quan sheathed his sword and the scarlet red in his eyes faded.