The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The swordsman didn't think about a single question.

Gulizal could tell him about Tianshangfei Inn, and he would also tell other people passing by.

This is called—spread the word.

It’s really preaching with your mouth.

Seeing that the swordsman was panicking, Zhao Chuanxin glanced outside, guessed what he was talking about, and grinned: Come to Tianshangfei Inn, where a dragon is coiled and a tiger is lying. You have already paid the money, so I will keep you safe.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: Here comes the knife!

Get the Miao Dao!

He held the Miao Dao and pushed the door open.

The swordsman thought for a while and actually followed him.

Zhao Chuanxin noticed it and raised the corner of his mouth.

A group of villains outside saw the swordsman behind Zhao Chuanxin and sneered: Okay, you can't find anything even if you break through the iron shoes. Jin Xiang, you are indeed here!

Jin Xiang, the swordsman who paid for accommodation and meals, did not flinch with his bare hands: Feng Lanmao, Liu Yidao, Fei Gouzi, Ma Laoer, Guo Tuwa, you are all famous heroes, how can you help others do evil? How could you not know that Ma Lin has done many evil things? He disguised himself as a bandit, robbed herdsmen in Gannan, and robbed cattle and sheep furs. I just took action when there was injustice on the road. Am I wrong?

Feng Ranmao was obviously the talker of this group, he was particularly wretched, with sores all over his face, and a tuft of hair growing out of one of them.

He smiled obscenely and said, Hey, you did act righteously, but why did you rob Mr. Ma's money?

Jin Xiang paused for a moment at his impassioned words, then blushed and argued, You should take the ill-gotten gains for yourself! This is a grudge between you and me and has nothing to do with the innkeeper. Don't embarrass him.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Jin Xiang in surprise, not expecting him to say this.

He carried the knife and picked his ears.

Ma Lin? This name seems a bit familiar.

I seem to have heard someone say this recently.

Guo Tuwa was a little hesitant. He said in a tentative voice, What Jin Xiang said seems to make sense...

Liu Yidao spat: What's the point? Use money to eliminate misfortune with others. When you were spending time and drinking, why didn't you remember that Jin Xiang had a point? Shut your stinky mouth right now.

Guo Tuwa pursed her lips tightly and frowned deeply.

Feng Lanmao continued to smile obscenely. Not only were there sores on his face, but there were also wrinkles all over his face. His eyes were narrowed into slits: Jin Xiang, you let me chase you for thousands of miles, and you still dare to quibble? I'll save your words for Mr. Ma. Bar.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin let out a long sigh.

Fei Gouzi immediately said: Why the hell are you sighing?

It's normal to go out for a walk when you have nothing to do. Don't stay in your hometown all the time. When you come out, you will find... Zhao Chuanxin said quietly: It's better to be at home.

...

Feng Lanmao squinted his eyes and said coldly: I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, as this can easily lead to death.

Don't think I'm nosy now. Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully. I have always been nosy in the past and will always be in the future.

You... Feng Lanmao was very angry.

Is this person a little annoying?

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the Miao knife on his shoulder to the ground, raised his leg, held the scabbard with his knees and ankles, held the handle of the knife upside down and suddenly lifted it, and the Miao knife soared into the sky.

When it fell, Zhao Chuanxin accurately caught the handle of the knife with his forehand.

He patted the outer wall of the restaurant with a knife, pointed at it and said, Do you see what's written?

Feng Lanmao recognized a bunch of big characters and asked in surprise: Tian Shang Fei Inn?

This was carved by Zhao Chuanxin just yesterday.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and nodded: You can teach me, this is the Tianshangfei Inn. There is no point in shouting and killing. As long as each of you pays a deposit of one yuan, accommodation fee of one yuan, and meal fee, you can stay. There is only one thing, as long as everyone Don’t take action when you come here, otherwise you will die.”

What a loud tone, are you treating yourself like a dish? Ma Laoer yelled.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, Ma Laoer's body spun around involuntarily and flew over.

He was so shocked that he even dropped the knife on the ground.

puff……

Zhao Chuanxin just raised his Miao Dao, and Ma Laoer automatically put it on.

Zhao Chuanxin held the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled it horizontally. Only half of Ma Laoer's body was connected with flesh.

What a miserable death.

Everyone was shocked.

Especially for Jin Xiang, he had only seen Zhao Chuanxin reach out and make the knife fly towards him, but he didn't expect that even a living person would be affected.

The rest drew their swords one after another, and Feng Lanmao screamed: You are all good players, let's go shoulder to shoulder!

Liu Yidao rushed to the front, Fei Gouzi was second, Feng Lanmao was third, and Guo Tuwa did not move...

The group of swordsmen is a bit interesting.

There is no conclusion as to when this group started.

Anyway, it became popular in Shaanxi and Gansu at the beginning of the last century.

Some people say that this is the Zhu Jia Guo Jie of the Han Dynasty, some say that it is the Wuling Youth of the Tang Dynasty, and others say that it is the aftertaste of the Hui Rebellion since the Hui people rebelled against the Qing Dynasty...

They hold San Chi Guan Shan Dao, and most of them come from the bottom of society. Some of them are dedicated to resisting exorbitant tyranny, some are committing crimes, and most of them are mothers who have milk and do things for whomever gives them money.

But they usually pride themselves on being righteous and chivalrous.

During the Xinhai period, many swordsmen joined the revolution.

The most famous among them is Yang Hucheng.

The northwest has high mountains and long rivers. How can a man stay in his hometown? The waves behind the Yellow River push the waves ahead, jump on the waves and fight.

But judging from the conversation between a few people just now, Zhao Chuanxin felt that there were not many good people in this group...

Liu Yidao's knife was very fast, he pointed his hand downwards, and suddenly raised it, directly to Zhao Chuanxin's throat, choking his throat.

Zhao Chuanxin is faster, confident and calm.

Because as long as he is still in the human category, even if he starts training from his mother's womb, he can't be faster than a smart gyroscope, he can't be stronger than a violent armor, he can't be stronger than the power of Zhao Chuanxin, and he can't be as strong as the root of the starry sky. That can absorb solar energy.

After the knife passed by, Liu Yidao staggered and fell to the ground, with blood splashing out.

The flying dog behind him had no time to react and slashed with the knife.

Zhao Chuanxin did not dodge or evade. Anyway, the Miao Dao was long enough, so it was still the same move.

Fei Gouzi's body was stunned, and he died in the same way as Liu Yidao before.

The last one, Feng Lanmao, turned around and ran away.

Perhaps because of his thinness, he could sprint for hundreds of miles at an astonishing speed. He could rush to the horse in an instant, mount the horse flexibly, and run away after hitting the horse.

shelf……

Jin Xiang was anxious: Shopkeeper, we can't let him escape. There will be endless troubles.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: Did you run away?

In the front, Feng Ranmao ran for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief. It was so damn scary.

This man's sword skills are probably no match for him in the entire northwest.

However, as he ran, he felt something was wrong. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhao Chuanxin running abreast with his horse with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

Feng Lanmao: ...

He whipped the horse's ass hard, and the speed increased sharply.

However, Zhao Chuanxin still looked at him with a smile behind his hands.

Feng Lanmao’s hair stood on end!

Zhao Chuanxin said: What is the most important thing about being out here?

Feng Lanmao collapsed a little, and he shouted: Don't talk to me about loyalty, God, please spare me...

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his knife cheerfully: When you come out to hang out, the most important thing is to stand up. What the hell is going on with you taking the lead in escaping for your life?

With one blow, Feng Lanmao was beheaded off his horse.

Zhao Chuanxin still had time to control the panicked horse, mounted it and ran back.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Guo Tuwa and Jin Xiang were the only ones left, watching with dumbfounded eyes as Zhao Chuanxin chased the horse with his hands behind his back.

The key is that he didn't run, his posture was calm, but he was no slower than a galloping horse.

Jin Xiang finally confirmed that Zhao Chuanxin was definitely not a mortal.

When Guo Tuwa saw Zhao Chuanxin catching up with Feng Lanmao and beheading him, his heart was filled with chills...