Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Late at night.

Yang Ge sat alone in the front hall of the inn, holding his chin with one hand and staring at the dancing lights in trance, while tapping the table gently with the other hand.

Tuk-tuk, Tuk-tuk, Tuk-tuk...

After an unknown amount of time, the knocking sound suddenly stopped.

Yang Ge raised his head and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor seating area.

A stalwart figure wearing night clothes appeared there at some point. It was midnight, and it was quite scary.

But there was not much intense emotion in Yang Ge's eyes, as if he already knew there was someone there.

You are indeed no ordinary person.

The visitor looked at Yang Ge and said in a low voice... The voice was very deep and soft, like the feeble cry of a patient.

Yang Ge looked at the visitor calmly, nodded and said, Indeed, I am from the second class.

The visitor didn't understand his nonsense and glanced at his eyes in confusion.

But the next second, he was attracted by the secret book of Luan Feng Leg placed on the table, and quickly stepped forward: Is this the martial arts secret book left by Jiang Kui of 'Sangmen Star'?

Yang Ge pushed the secret book to the visitor: It is indeed something left by Daxia Jiang.

The visitor saw the cover of the secret book clearly, and stretched out his hands with shining eyes: You know the truth!

Bang.

A rusty wood ax hit the table hard, blocking the man in black's hands that were reaching for the secret book.

The man in black froze, slowly raised his head, and looked at Yang Ge with a fierce look: What do you mean?

Yang Ge looked directly into his eyes and said seriously: I can give you the secret book, but you can't just take it away in vain, right?

The man in black narrowed his eyes and said contemptuously: If someone wants to leave something behind, are you worthy of it?

Yang Ge shook his head and said: You don't have to leave anything behind. It's the same if I leave something behind.

The man in black clapped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Yang Ge fiercely: Do you want to die?

Yang Ge tilted his head and looked at him, nodding slowly: Honestly...a little bit!

Facing each other, time seems to have frozen at this moment.

The next moment, the man in black grabbed the edge of the table and suddenly lifted it. The square table immediately flipped off the ground and hit Yang Ge.

Yang Ge picked up the firewood ax and kicked it onto the tabletop that was coming towards him.

Bang.

The solid square table made of old elm wood fell into pieces.

In the flash of fire, Yang Ge's long legs kicked out, and a fist hit Yang Ge's head, one high and one low, passing each other.

Bang!

Bang!

puff!

In an instant, the muffled sound of a heavy object being kicked, the air explosion of a fist being knocked out, and the sound of vomiting blood all sounded at the same time... The legs are longer than the hands after all!

At the right time, the oil lamp fell to the ground, and the fire jumped several times before gradually extinguishing.

Po Feng Legs? No, this is impossible!

The roars of the man in black were frightened and angry, coming from the darkness.

Yang Ge stood up in response, holding the firewood ax and leaping into the darkness.

Clang, clang, clang.

Bang bang bang.

ah!

Someone is wrong!

Give me a chance...

In the darkness, there was a loud movement of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, mixed with a few short cries of pain and begging for mercy.

More than ten breaths later, there was only a bang sound, a big hole was knocked out of the inn door, and a hurried figure like a rat crossing the street flew into the deep night.

…

The houses around the inn were lit up with candles one after another, and there were moving figures everywhere.

In the backyard patio, Shopkeeper Liu, who was holding a lamp and looking towards the front hall, finally plucked up the courage to call out: Brother, brother, are you there?

Shopkeeper, I'm here, come here!

Hearing Yang Ge's calm voice, Shopkeeper Liu's heart jumped into his throat and suddenly fell back into his chest.

He shielded the oil lamp from the wind and walked quickly through the courtyard gate.

The light illuminated the front hall, and shopkeeper Liu saw Yang Ge with blood all over his face. At that moment, he didn't even care about the messy tables, chairs and benches. He rushed to Yang Ge in three steps and held his hand. He said anxiously: What's wrong with you? Sit down quickly, we'll call the doctor right now!

Yang Ge listened to the buzzing discussion around the inn, and grabbed the shopkeeper Liu who was about to go to the backyard to call someone, shook his head at him, and then cried loudly: Shopkeeper, that guest officer in the daytime The things that were given to me were stolen by bad guys!

Shopkeeper Liu saw him howling without even a drop of tears. He immediately understood. He slapped his thigh and said in a sad and angry voice: Kill with a thousand cuts. Not only did you steal things, but you also smashed my inn into this!

My old elm square table!

My ten-year-old perfume is so fragrant!

Oh, my sandalwood abacus, this is what my father left for me...

Judging from the way he was crying, beating his chest and stumbling, it was difficult to say that there was any element of acting in it.

Yang Ge felt guilty when he saw it, and wondered if he had caused trouble for Shopkeeper Liu...

As Shopkeeper Liu's wails came out of Yuelai Inn, many lights around him lit up again, and the buzzing discussion became louder.

Not long after, a series of heavy footsteps quickly came from far to near.

Yang Ge turned to look at the broken door of the inn and saw a group of soldiers on night watch appearing outside the door.

Who are you, why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night?

The officer leading the team walked slowly into the inn with his sword in hand, frowned and looked at the front hall, and asked in a cold voice.

Yang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward to answer.

But shopkeeper Liu suddenly pulled him behind him, stepped over him to greet him, and bowed mournfully: My lord, I came just in time, look at this Yuelai Inn, what kind of evil have I done? In the clear sky and in the white sun, I asked the bad guys to cause this. Look at this guy, he is a well-known good man from all over the country. If you let the bad guys do this, you must make the decision for us...

Facing the tearful and confused shopkeeper Liu, the officer took a step back impatiently, pulled out the sword from his waist two inches, and shouted: Shut up, I will answer whatever I ask you!

Shopkeeper Liu had no choice but to shut his mouth and look at the officer with tears in his eyes.

What's your last name?

Back to the official, my name is Liu Degui, and I am the manager of this inn. His name is Yang Ge, and he is my hired man.

What happened here?

Back to the official, what happened is this. In the afternoon, several officials accompanied an uncle into the store to make tips...

In the store, shopkeeper Liu was complaining with runny nose and tears, and denounced the thugs who had killed a thousand people for destroying his family business.

Outside the store, more and more neighbors came to watch the fun in their clothes. The soldiers outside the door were too lazy to drive them home.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ge finally let out a long breath.

He murmured in his heart: 'After such a fuss, it should be able to scare those miscellaneous fish who cannot withstand the temptation of the world, right? ’

This is not a good idea.

But he can only do this...