Chapter One, San Chun Inn.

Xie Yun is not angry. He simply folds his two long legs that have nowhere to rest, sits cross-legged on the ground, and solemnly says, "Elder, when things go too far, fate will inevitably come to an early end. Instead of advising your own family, you listen and let it be, becoming an accomplice to the tiger. This is truly a loss of the demeanor of a noble person."

Zhou Fei didn't think too much at the time. With anger in her heart, she turned around and struck with a knife. This knife was the "Mountain" style from the "Breaking Snow Knife" technique, with a strong and heavy strike. In the past, she had always used this technique in a standard and ordinary way, but at this moment, for some unknown reason, she brought out an indescribable aura of killing intent, making it three times faster than usual.

He didn't finish his sentence, and the ground suddenly shook for no reason.

Xie Yunnan murmured, "Something big is not good."

Xie Yun was knocked down by her, almost biting her own tongue. Seeing Zhou Fei glance at him with a smile that was not a smile, he hurriedly said, "Speak, speak, speak. Hero, save some energy. This small shop is not big, and there are many customers. On weekdays, it is the shopkeeper who acts as a waiter, and the waiter acts as a donkey. Look at that shopkeeper. After closing several times, he does the rough work of cleaning and wiping the tables himself. The hands of the person who does the work naturally have calluses stacked on top of calluses. Don't you think his hands are too delicate?" He hurriedly said, "Speak, speak, speak. Hero, save some energy. This small shop is not big, and there are many customers. On weekdays, it is the shopkeeper who acts as a waiter, and the waiter acts as a donkey. Look at that shopkeeper. After closing several times, he does the rough work of cleaning and wiping the tables himself. The hands of the person who does the work naturally have calluses stacked on top of calluses. Don't you think his hands are too delicate?"

Mr. Xie is truly a flexible and adaptable individual.

Ji Yunchen turned his head to look at him and sighed, "Apei, if your parents see you like this, I can't imagine how heartbroken they would be. Stop mistreating yourself."

However, at this moment, with a very light "click" sound, the inn was too noisy, even the fat shopkeeper himself did not hear it, Ji Yunchen and Xie Yun both raised their heads at the same time, and said in unison, "Be careful!"

Ji Yunchen's speech lacks a bit of vigor, but his tone is very calm, as if the fact that these heroes and villains next to him are smashing people's heads like dog heads cannot shake his dead calmness.

If that little white-faced guy's neck were any thinner, she would have to slap his head off. The white and clean face on one side immediately swelled up, and the slender melon seed face turned into an inverted acorn!

Quickly eat, don't let it get cold in a while, listening to others doesn't take away your own words. Xie Yun gently tapped the table with his fingers, seeing her bow her head and take a few bites of noodles, then calmly continued, "The 'foot and tooth of the inn' roughly refers to five types of occupations: drivers, boatmen, shopkeepers, itinerants, and traders. These people travel far and wide, not necessarily bad, but there are many people and strict rules inside. If an ignorant lamb happens to stumble in, they can only blame themselves for being killed or cheated."

After some thought, Xie Yun suddenly took out a small paper package from his arms and handed it to her, saying, "This is for you."

She has been staying in the store for three days. As soon as the day breaks, she will get up and sit by the window, as if waiting for someone.

The shopkeeper of Sanchun Inn quickly ran out of the inn in three steps and two steps, lifted the waiter from the ground with both hands, and bowed deeply, saying, "I dare not, I dare not. I have blocked your way, please forgive me."

The fair-faced young man jumped up and said, "Are you coming or not?"

A fair-faced young man's eyebrows furrowed in anger as he pointed at a nearby elderly person and ordered, "Go and catch that stinky girl for me!"

The withered and prosperous true qi and the Snow Breaking Sword once fought against each other, and then the yin and yang were separated for twenty years. Unexpectedly, they merged into one in her body.

As soon as Zhou Fei heard the sound, she twisted her wrist and reversed her true energy. She suddenly thrust her long knife forward and stabbed a member of the Qinglong Sect to death. Then, following the technique of the "Wind" character of the Broken Snow Knife, she quickly launched fourteen strikes, forcing the opponent to retreat for a moment. She suddenly jumped up, stepped on the shoulder of a Qinglong Sect member, and climbed up the wooden stairs to the second floor, breaking free from the entanglement of the chaotic formation.

Xie Yun always felt that there was a look of "had enough of living" on his face, suspecting that he would stab the little arrow into his throat in the next moment, and hurriedly said, "Even if you die, the old man of Jiulong will not let us off. When did the living and the dead ever make sense?"

The Qinglong sect member who was just blocked outside the inn by Zhou Fei finally broke open the wooden door. Before he could rush in, he came face to face with the head of Jiulong Old Man who flew solo. The person who was running in the front tripped over the doorstep by accident, and then he quickly jumped up like lightning without a word, turned around, and ran.

This legendary successor of the Beidao lineage spoke calmly, "The Poxue Blade consists of nine forms, in order: 'Mountain,' 'Sea,' 'Wind,' 'Break,' 'Sever,' 'Behead,' 'Peerless,' 'Everchanging,' 'Bladeless.' When I was young, I had the privilege of meeting Senior Li once, and I believed that the essence of his blade was in 'Bladeless.' Now that the Poxue Blade is in the hands of the current head of the Li family, I happened to see it once as well, and the essence of her blade lies in 'Peerless.' Little girl, since you are neither Senior Li nor the current head of the Li family, which form does your blade belong to?"

Zhou Fei, however, was unaware of the severity. Her mind was occupied by the four characters "North-South Twin Blades," leaving her stunned as she glanced at the plump shopkeeper and the haggard chef. She did not know who the "North" referred to - back then, the North-South Twin Blades were known as the Twin Paragons, with Li Zheng wielding the Southern Blade in Shu and Guan Feng wielding the Northern Blade beyond the Passes.

Zhou Fei gritted her teeth and thought to herself: "Let's try a desperate remedy."

Xiè Yǔn hǎo zhěng yǐ xiá de zuò zài shù zhàng yǐ wài, gān cuì qiāo qǐ le èr láng tuǐ, zuǐ lǐ hái bù kěn xián zhe: ``Liú shén tā jiàn bǐng lǐ de qián kūn."

Zhou Fei Xin said: "If you tell me to stop, I will stop. Who do you think you are?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The master has given orders that cannot be disobeyed. This young master and young lady have offended."

The chef did not expect that a young man could reveal his name with just one sentence. He was slightly stunned and then smiled bitterly, saying: "I am ashamed. My surname is Ji, but now I am a useless person. I dare not tarnish the reputation of my master by accepting the title of 'North Knife Successor'."

Zhou Fei said neither lightly nor heavily, "If you spew filth again, I will cut off your tongue."

Upon hearing this, the young man burst out laughing and said, "That's natural. While the old man may not be the best in martial arts, when it comes to being ruthless, he has few rivals. Even if you were to die a thousand or ten thousand times, it wouldn't stop him from killing you as he pleases!"

At first, Zhou Fei felt that this person had no spirit at all, and even though he caused so much trouble for others, he didn't show any remorse. She found him annoying and didn't want to listen to his nagging. But later, she didn't know what happened, she inexplicably started to listen to him. When she heard the part about "Wufeng" and "Wupi," Zhou Fei felt as if a wedge had opened up her mind. It may not be an "epiphany," but at least it could be considered a "sesame oil enlightenment." But later, she didn't know what happened, she inexplicably started to listen to him. When she heard the part about "Wufeng" and "Wupi," Zhou Fei felt as if a wedge had opened up her mind. It may not be an "epiphany," but at least it could be considered a "sesame oil enlightenment."

At this moment, Na Jiyun suddenly spoke up and said, "Miss, the technique of swordplay is fixed, but people are not. The Southern Knife is Li's predecessor's knife. You are you, and you are too confined to the past masters' unique skills."

He said that suddenly a large group of people appeared outside the Sanchun Inn, with a vicious dragon embroidered on their sleeves as if it were about to devour someone. Seeing that the newcomers were unfriendly, the others in the inn retreated to the corners, leaving a vacant space in the middle.

Sliding to the end, Zhou Fei's knife suddenly stood upright in her hand, and the "break" technique was ready to be unleashed. The person in front of her didn't have time to react and was already stabbed through like a venomous snake spitting its core. Zhou Fei kicked the corpse off her blade, then reached out and grabbed the collar of the body, fiercely ramming forward. The person who was about to come forward to reinforce was instantly knocked away.

The person riding the horse took off the hat on his head and glared fiercely at the wooden window on the second floor— it turned out that the villain who raised his hand to kill was actually a young man in his twenties.

As they were speaking, suddenly a heavy knocking sound came from downstairs.

The plump shopkeeper Hua Zhenglong stumbled and sat down to the side, and Ji Yunchen hurriedly went forward to help him stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

The mayfly formation can extend across the heavens and the earth, as well as move and maneuver within a small space. Zhou Fei's body movement dazzles the onlookers, and in an instant, the entire second floor was empty.

It's probably enough money. The skinny monkey weighed the money bag in his hand and his expression also eased a lot. He nodded and smiled, saying, "No need, it's not early anymore. It won't delay your business. Let's go."

The shopkeeper glanced at her expression and smiled kindly, "Miss, even if the sky falls, you still need to eat, right? It's early in the morning, and the other guests haven't woken up yet. Allow this old man to say a few more words. I've wasted so many years, and you will understand. Whatever difficulties you're facing, there will be a day when they pass. If you miss home, you will eventually return. If you miss someone, you will eventually see them again. Don't worry, as long as you live another day, you never know what wonders you might encounter. Every day brings hope, isn't that great?" Whatever difficulties you're facing, there will be a day when they pass. If you miss home, you will eventually return. If you miss someone, you will eventually see them again. Don't worry, as long as you live another day, you never know what wonders you might encounter. Every day brings hope, isn't that great?

Xie Yun's gaze swept over and suddenly said, "The skills of the old man Jiulong are unparalleled in the world. When will he listen to a younger generation?"

At first sight, the young man met Zhou Fei's gaze, but he only saw a young girl and didn't take her seriously. He arrogantly scolded, "Where did this dog-catching mouse come from?"

However, Zhou Fei has already encountered Zhuque Master, Beidou, and even the Kuroyuri Hand. She is like a seedling that has been plucked by countless peerless masters, and is no longer comparable to the ignorant country girl from the Forty-Eight Villages.

When it comes to fighting, Zhou Fei never pays attention to others' movements. She acts on her own initiative and immediately draws her sword to meet the challenge.

Upon hearing the words "parents," that pretty boy's face turned red and he seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. The veins on his neck bulged and he would have jumped up to bite someone if he hadn't been restrained by acupressure. He shouted, "How dare you mention my parents! You..."

At some unknown time, Zhou Fei dodged slightly to avoid the splattering blood from Lao Gao. If she hadn't acted quickly with her knife, who knows what kind of trouble that old ghost would have caused. She frowned and glanced at Xie Yunhe and Ji Yunchen, wondering what use those two chatterboxes were.

The old man's expression flickered for a moment, he put away his short sword, and gestured with his hand towards her, politely saying, "I apologize for any offense I may have caused earlier, not knowing that the young lady is a descendant of the Southern Blade. Since our grievances have nothing to do with the young lady, I have disturbed you unnecessarily. We are in the midst of a fierce conflict here, with so many people involved, and blades and swords have no eyes, accidents are inevitable. The young lady may take your... ... hehe, let that friend go ahead, we may meet again if fate allows, and I will apologize to you again."

Zhou Fei "Oh" exclaimed. She had originally thought that even though she came from the "underworld," she would only understand after going down the mountain that the Forty-Eight Villages Bandits were completely trying to disgust the Northern Dynasty Emperor. Coming out for a stroll, everyone thought she was a well-bred and upright young lady, or someone who grew up in an idyllic paradise.

Upon seeing her, Xie Yun noticed that her eyes were round and big, with a small cluster of eyelashes slightly curled at the corners, making her look very cute. However, his malicious intentions began to stir, deliberately teasing her and playing with her emotions. Like a sly wolf, he said, "Say something nice, and I'll tell you."

The doors and windows erected all over the street were closed in unison as if rehearsed, and in a blink of an eye, the bustling street became deserted.

At the foot of Mount Heng, within dozens of miles, there is only one inn where people can stay. Although the world is now in a depression, it is still quite lively. It is said that this place used to be a bustling area with various shops, but they all closed down over time, leaving only this inn named "San Chun" standing alone.

Upon seeing it, Xie Yun realized that this old man was so domineering that he even attacked the bystanders. He swiftly moved half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding the short arrow. However, the chair lost its balance, causing him to sit directly on the ground.

"Please help yourself to eat it," Xie Yun raised her head and smiled at her, revealing a dimple that was not noticeable without careful observation, and said with a serious tone, "This kind of delicious sauce is too rich to be spread on meat slices, otherwise it would be a waste of both the sauce and the meat, just like offending a beautiful woman."

The elderly person hesitated for a moment.

In an instant, the original framework of the Nine Styles Breaking Snow Sword seemed to suddenly collapse in Zhou Fei's mind. Without thinking, she followed her instincts and pressed the back of her blade against the weapon held by a member of the Qinglong Sect. The person instinctively pushed upwards, and Zhou Fei smoothly slid past the blade edge—just like the countless times she had slid a willow branch across a tripwire!

An old attendant, a fat shopkeeper, each being polite to each other, one on horseback, one on the ground, apologizing to each other for a while, until the horse of a young man next to them impatiently snorted, the young man coldly said, "Can you two finish this ceremony?"

The small inn has been around for quite some time. The wooden stairs creak as you walk on them, facing the street on one side and lined with ancient trees that are a hundred or so years old on the other.

He hadn't finished speaking when Zhou Fei suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him hard.

With a cold sneer, the young man reached out and aimed for his chest, saying, "I don't care about you..."

Zhou Fei originally wanted to retort, "What kind of demon am I, turns out even a mouse can become clever," but in the end, the words didn't come out—Xie Yun's bought some kind of lousy candy that stuck her teeth together.

When the people in the inn who originally had no ability to defend themselves heard this, they immediately started to complain and seek revenge. They sandwiched Zhou Fei, who was blocking the door, from both sides. In this way, the formation would truly be unstoppable.

After the command was given by the old man with nine dragons, he seemed to act recklessly and drew his short sword with nine sharp teeth, stabbing directly at the chest of the young man.

Zhou Fei didn't waste words with him, just asked, "What is Xingjie Bang?"

The shopkeeper, however, seemed reluctant to take the life of this pretty boy, and instead took him hostage and retreated. The situation in the field suddenly reversed, turning into Nine Dragon Old Man wanting to kill his own people. The shopkeeper risked his life to protect him, but was somewhat helpless. This pretty boy seemed to bring bad luck with him, whoever associated with him would suffer. Although the plump shopkeeper hid his true abilities, carrying such a burden, after a few rounds, he was left in a difficult situation, looking quite embarrassed.

The old man with a wrinkled face tightened his cheeks, then said with a forced smile: "Good, if there is a way to heaven, you won't take it; if there is no door to hell, you will break in. Since you two have given face, today the Southern and Northern Dual Blades are gathered here. I, from the Qinglong lineage, will learn from you. Please, come on."

The notorious Kowloon Old Man has been known for a long time. His internal strength is not something a young girl who has just started out can compare with. Although Zhou Fei's Breaking Snow Sword is unparalleled in the world, after several rounds of fighting, her wrist couldn't help but feel numb.

Zhou Fei tiptoed onto the table, and the small arrow grazed the sole of her shoe and drilled into the wooden table. Not just one, but several short arrows emerged one after another with a "thud thud" sound.

Zhou Fei didn't fully understand and asked, "What... what tooth?"

The shopkeeper busily approached with a smile on his face and said, "Miss Zhou, you're here early today. What would you like to eat? I noticed that you didn't eat much of the side dish from yesterday. Was it too salty or bland, or do you simply not like it?"

The young man's appearance was indeed handsome, but his features were excessively refined. His eyebrows were long and thin, almost reaching the temples, giving him a very feminine look. He had a slightly pointed chin, thin lips, and a pair of seemingly venomous eyes, making him seem as if he held grudges against everyone, typical of the saying "incomplete heavenly court, imperfect earthly pavilion," as if he had stepped out of the page in the folk physiognomy book that describes "cruel and ungrateful" features.

Zhou Fei, who is sitting by the window, is at the border between the north and the south in Hengshan. When fighting breaks out, both sides have to fight for it. At present, it is temporarily peaceful, and it has become a place where both sides do not care. It is chaotic and disorderly. She and Xie Yun ran from Huarong to the south, not daring to stay in the territory of the Northern Dynasty, and ran out of the jurisdiction of the Northern Dynasty in one breath, waiting for Du Jiu Niang in this area where no one takes responsibility.

The inn welcomes guests with its doors open. As long as it is not closed, the main entrance is always wide open. However, some people insist on knocking on the door to show off their arrival.

Upon hearing this person's voice, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he immediately forgot about Zhou Fei. He didn't even have time to go down the stairs. He stomped his feet and performed a highly destructive "Thousand Jin Drop," directly crushing the wooden boards on the second floor and landing in front of the young man with a fair complexion.

The small white-faced person named "Apei" listened and said with a smile but not a smile, "Okay, so you came out to repay the debt?"

And she had already arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.

The entire formidable formation was broken by Zhou Fei's fierce attack, leaving behind a gaping hole.

The shopkeeper has a white and chubby face, with a smile that shows teeth but not eyes. If this person were stretched out and flattened on paper, it would be a neatly written "Wishing you prosperity", which looks comforting. Zhou Fei found him really likable, so he couldn't help but smile along with him.

The fat man spoke with great confidence, with graying temples, still full of vigor. He threw the cloth over his shoulder and hummed a tune as he went downstairs. As soon as he took a few steps, Zhou Fei heard him and called out in a loud voice, "Hey, Master Xie, are you going out so early? Very early indeed!"

Upon hearing him reveal his own identity, the skinny monkey perched on the doorstep lifted its head and stared at the shopkeeper for a moment. It then smiled stiffly like a zombie and gestured with a thumbs up, saying, "The shopkeeper is truly a business person, sharp and insightful, and understanding."

It seems that a sudden autumn wind has swept through the sealed inn - and Mr. Xie is like a leaf swaying with the wind.

As his words fell, Zhou Fei raised his sleeve with a knowing look. The Qinglong sect members who were blocking the door felt a sense of impending danger, as if there was a sinister force ready to strike at their throats. They involuntarily took a step back. Zhou Fei swiftly beheaded those who retreated slowly with his sword, then slammed the inn's door shut with a loud "clang". He swung his long knife backhand, forcing the Qinglong sect members who were trying to approach the door to retreat. He then opened the wooden door of the inn himself. The group of fools outside the door, who had just realized they had been tricked, were about to rush into the inn. However, they failed to stop in time and crashed directly into Zhou Fei's "Unrounded Wind" move, blood splattering at the entrance. Zhou Fei swiftly beheaded those who retreated slowly with his sword, then slammed the inn's door shut with a loud "clang". He swung his long knife backhand, forcing the Qinglong sect members who were trying to approach the door to retreat. He then opened the wooden door of the inn himself. The group of fools outside the door, who had just realized they had been tricked, were about to rush into the inn. However, they failed to stop in time and crashed directly into Zhou Fei's "Unrounded Wind" move, blood splattering at the entrance. Several more bodies appeared, forming a natural barrier at the door.

The old man with a helpless expression sighed and said, "The innkeeper caught my young master without revealing his true identity. I am powerless to rescue him. If I try to negotiate, the innkeeper will likely accuse me of being negligent or incompetent, and I will be blamed for my young master's capture. Given my master's temperament, I will not be able to save my own life, and the innkeeper will become my mortal enemy. As a useless old man, I can only seek revenge for myself. If you pay to stay at this inn, you are doing business with my enemy, so it is not inappropriate for you to suffer the consequences."

Zhou Fei lowered her head and saw a large number of Qinglong sect disciples below. Her scalp tingled, and her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. Unexpectedly, when she turned her head, she saw that Xie Yun had already found a "feng shui treasure" - a wooden step suspended in mid-air in a gap, with wooden pillars blocking it from front and back. It was a perfect hiding spot, very comfortable. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Xie Yun showed his head, grinned at her, and said, "Breaking the formation is not difficult. Listen to me, first seal the doors and windows, don't let them reinforce, then remember the four words 'only fast, not broken'. Even the densest net is afraid of fire, nothing to fear."

It turned out that although Zhou Fei had obtained a stock of withered glory true qi from Duan Jiuniang by chance, she had not had the opportunity to learn how to use it freely. Although the two true qi in her body were peaceful, they had not merged into one, meaning they were somewhat independent. Even if Duan Jiuniang were still around, she probably wouldn't be able to teach her how to deal with this strange situation. This withered glory true qi, which almost took her life, had been sinking in her meridians all along, but was unexpectedly stimulated by a palm strike from Old Man Jiulong.

Xie Yun nodded in agreement beside him and said, "Although my younger sister often beats up her older brother despite being neither older nor bigger, her way of speaking is still quite pleasant to the ear."

Upon hearing this, the young man who committed the murder seemed quite dissatisfied. He pulled a long face and looked at the old man with a cold sneer.

Weary travelers on the road are generally not in a good mood. The shopkeeper was pleasantly surprised to encounter such a talkative customer and grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth: "I've served you a large bowl."

The cook slowly rolled down the sleeves on both arms, set them aside, raised his eyes, glanced at the young man protected by Jiulong, and said, "Apei, there is a cause for every grievance, and a debtor for every debt. Do not involve innocent people."

She pushed through the crowd, instead of moving forward, she took a step back, lifted her elbow, and hit the chin of a disciple of the Qinglong Sect. The man fell backward, and the people next to him rushed forward, but a sword stabbed towards them. Zhou Fei used the back of her knife to block it, then followed the force to dodge sideways, creating a small opening in the dense formation.

Xie Yun shrank his head and said, "Oh no, something big is happening, the house is going to collapse!"

The chef bowed and apologized to the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry for causing you trouble again."

Zhou Fei didn't bother to hide. She sat on the long bench, holding the long sword against the short sword. With a kick, she sent Xie Yunlian and the chair flying more than twenty feet away, to get him out of the way. Then she flicked her wrist, and the long sword shone brightly, lifting up from below against the old man's elbow.

Zhou Fei took it inexplicably, opened it and found a bag of sugar inside. I don't know where it was bought, probably homemade by a farmer, roughly cut, and one piece could choke a few children. She looked at Xie Yun suspiciously: "I thought you went out early for something important, but it turns out you went to buy sugar?"

Zhou Fei's mood was somewhat complicated for a while.

As soon as Zhou Fei thought about Wu Chuchu, the rich young lady, being held by a "killer and smuggler," she felt a lump in her heart and found it hard to swallow what was in her mouth.

As soon as the voice fell, the hunched old man seemed to have pulled himself up from the ground and had already rushed up to the second floor. The sound of the short sword being unsheathed was like a dragon's roar, pointing directly at Zhou Fei. This old man was definitely not a good person. He spoke politely in the previous sentence, but in the next moment, the short sword in his hand was like a venomous snake coming out of its hole, leaving no room for reaction. If Zhou Fei had met him a few months ago, he would probably have been fooled at first sight.

The chef who had been silent for a while next to them spoke up and said, "Since Old Man Kowloon has spoken, little girl, you can leave if you can. You were implicated by me for no reason, and I am truly sorry."

Zhou Fei counted one by one: "I have to find Madam Wang first, I don't know how she is doing. First, my brother left without saying goodbye, and now I can't find her. She can't explain to my mother when she goes home. She might get angry. I also have to tell her about Senior Brother Chenfei's matter... As for the hidden plot of the betrayal over there, I don't know how many people are involved. I also have to inform the elders...".

Xie Yundao: "The Beggar's Sect gathers beggars from all over the world. Among them, there are leaders and elders who divide the territories and act independently. They are very righteous and have strict rules inside. You can tell the elders and disciples apart by the number of bags they carry. Therefore, they are considered to be part of the 'white path'. The Wandering Sect is similar, a group of destitute people wandering around the rivers and lakes. However, there is a saying that 'even if they are innocent, those who work for the transportation, lodging, and food of the sect should be killed'. They belong to the 'black path'."

Ji Yun lost his voice and said, "Brother Hua!"

Xie Yun shouted, "What are you all standing there for? The formation has already been broken. There is nothing to fear. Why aren't you counterattacking yet?"

Xie Yun crossed his arms in front of his chest, said nothing, and then smiled.

Zhou Fei: "..."

Actually, the mountain-crossing formation has not been broken. It's just that Zhou Fei's speed was too fast just now, which restrained the entire formation. At first glance, many people seemed to be standing in the wrong position. If someone really commands properly, this formation can be restored in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, Jiulong and the fat shopkeeper are deeply engaged in their fight, leaving him with no time to attend to other matters. Xie Yun's words "misleading demonic words" immediately took root and immediately "scared" the Qinglong Sect's mountain-crossing formation into chaos.

Zhou Fei did not expect such a change. With a slight movement of her hand, the raised scabbard made a "clack" sound and fell back down.

The situation in the field instantly reversed. The fat shopkeeper shouted loudly, clasped his hands together, and those white and tender palms firmly held the short sword of Jiulong Old Man, seemingly impenetrable. Then, he kicked sideways, hitting Jiulong Old Man's waist directly. As the saying goes, "Women fear being hit in the stomach, men fear being hit in the waist." Jiulong Old Man took a direct hit and flew out horizontally, crashing into a pillar next to the wooden steps. If he were a porcelain figurine, he would probably have been shattered by now. As the saying goes, "Women fear being hit in the stomach, men fear being hit in the waist." Jiulong Old Man took a direct hit and flew out horizontally, crashing into a pillar next to the wooden steps. If he were a porcelain figurine, he would probably have been shattered by now.

The guests who were staying at the hotel have already started getting up at this moment, preparing to come out in groups of two or three to have breakfast. Early in the morning, they encountered a group of people wearing mourning clothes and mourning bands blocking the door, and their expressions were not very pleasant.

Zhou Fei was startled by the commotion. She looked up and saw a thin figure with a pointed chin, a mouth like a thunder god, and a body that looked like it could perform monkey tricks if covered in fur. The person was dressed in white and followed by a group of mourners wearing mourning clothes, looking like they had just finished crying. The leader of the group stood on the threshold with one foot inside and one foot outside, surveyed the small San Chun Inn, smiled slightly, and greeted the innkeeper with clasped fists, "Sir, my brothers and I have just carried a coffin to the Yin Mansion, and we have worked hard all the way. Would you please give us some good luck and treat us to two cups of tea?"

Since Zhou Fei witnessed the deeds of Mu Xiaoqiao, she has a bad impression of both the living and the dead. She thinks that this little white face not only hurts people on the street, but also looks particularly annoying, and even the posture of breathing is particularly irritating. As Li Dajia said, if you dare not draw your knife, it is better to cut the melon for others. Moreover, the old man Jiulong just started without saying a word, which is not completely unrelated to her.

Cold laughter from a pretty boy, hindered by an acorn-shaped face, with a slightly crooked smile. However, this person is truly a born troublemaker, willing to endure the punishment of having his tongue cut off just to say annoying things, and still refuses to stop. He said, "It doesn't matter if you detain me, I'm just a dog under the Green Dragon's seat, wagging my tail. But you killed the Nine Dragon's Elder, broke his formidable formation, and openly slapped his face. This matter cannot be resolved peacefully. Today, everyone here, one by one, no one can escape!" He said, "It doesn't matter if you detain me, I'm just a dog under the Green Dragon's seat, wagging my tail. But you killed the Nine Dragon's Elder, broke his formidable formation, and openly slapped his face. This matter cannot be resolved peacefully. Today, everyone here, one by one, no one can escape!"

Zhou Fei pinched a piece of candy bought by Xie Yun, stuffed it into her mouth, and bulged a big piece in her cheek. It took a long time to taste a little bitter sweetness. She thought to herself, "This time when I go back, if I don't practice in seclusion for three to five years, I won't casually come out and embarrass myself."

The fat shopkeeper chuckled and said to the old man with nine dragons, "Brother, those who persist in wrongdoing will surely perish."

Xie Yun solemnly asked the chef, "May I ask if you are the successor of the Beidao School, the great hero Ji Yunchen?"

Thank you, Yun, for taking the time to squeeze your way to Zhou Fei and winked at her. I give you a thumbs up -- you have the advantage of a three-foot green front, while I have the unique skill of a three-inch sharp tongue. Our cooperation is seamless and unbreakable.

Zhou Fei sheathed the long knife in front of his mouth, indicating for him to be quiet.

Just at this moment, there suddenly came a few screams from outside the inn. The sound of suona and copper gongs abruptly stopped, and the whole inn fell silent. The shop assistant who was sweeping the floor at the entrance widened his eyes. Zhou Fei looked out of the wooden window on the second floor and saw two galloping horses running fiercely down the long street. The riders wore bamboo hats, making it impossible to see their faces. They broke through the group of people from the "White Kongfang" directly. The riders held long whips in their hands and easily knocked over a group of performers playing "Filial Sons and Virtuous Grandsons". The whip was covered in barbs, and if it touched flesh and blood, it could tear off a layer of skin. Zhou Fei looked out of the wooden window on the second floor and saw two galloping horses running fiercely down the long street. The riders wore bamboo hats, making it impossible to see their faces. They broke through the group of people from the "White Kongfang" directly. The riders held long whips in their hands and easily knocked over a group of performers playing "Filial Sons and Virtuous Grandsons". The whip was covered in barbs, and if it touched flesh and blood, it could tear off a layer of skin.

However, the mayfly formation changes in a thousand ways, using everything as cover and obstruction. When Zhou Fei chased after the flying arrow, she instinctively kicked the bench beside her. The bench jumped up and blocked the arrow for her. The wooden bench immediately shattered into pieces, and Zhou Fei felt a cold palm force rushing into her shoulder and neck acupoint. Although the force was blocked by the bench, its power was still formidable. Her internal organs trembled, and a fishy sweet smell emerged in her throat. At the same time, another internal force in her body suddenly circulated on its own.

Zhou Fei: "..."

Ji Yun lowered his head and said, "Not bad. I have made a solemn vow to abandon my martial arts and never wield a sword or engage in combat with anyone for the rest of my life."

The shopkeeper waved his white and chubby hand and sighed.

The old man in Kowloon took a breath and inadvertently looked up, meeting the gaze of Xie Yun, who was hanging in mid-air and hidden in the gap between the wooden steps.

Zhou Fei was completely confused as she listened to him spouting all this nonsense. She still couldn't understand whether this pretty boy wanted Ji Yunchen dead or alive. She suspected that everyone in the Shengshan Sect, whether alive or dead, had a problem with their brains— they couldn't even keep their own thoughts consistent. It was always a case of contradicting oneself and constantly making a fool of oneself!

Currently, he remains silent, quickly stuffing the remaining noodles into his mouth, preparing to risk his life at any moment... ... Let's cheer for the gentleman.

Zhou Fei looked back at the young man's gaze without dodging or avoiding, and expressionlessly chewed the sugar cube.

Her hand couldn't help but pause for a moment, and the Qinglong cultists who were about to surround her were blocked in the crowd.

Zhou Fei: "..."

Zhou Feixin said: "Pah."

She flew down and exerted the "Wind" technique to the extreme, tearing open a gap in the net of the Qinglong sect's disciples. However, every time she approached the door, she was pushed back by the crowd. The net of people behind her kept shrinking, causing Zhou Fei to feel anxious. The knife in her hand had become a blur, but she felt increasingly powerless as she resisted.

The Blue Dragon, who advocates peace, is different from Zhuque, whose subordinates act like sheep. Zhuque's leader, Mu Xiaoqiao, is not good at doing things herself but excels at group fights. She created a formation called "Overturning Mountains and Seas" that is effective against lone experts, but may not be suitable for actual battles.

Xie Yun whispered, "So it turns out that the sauce wasn't brewed by the boss lady."

Xie Yun sat back, first scalded the chopsticks with hot water, placed two bowls of noodles, picked out nearly half a bowl of noodles from Zhou Fei's bowl, and then scooped some pieces of meat from her own bowl to her.

Zhou Fei is feeling restless. He has a fiery temper, and upon hearing this unfounded remark, he thought to himself: What nonsense is this?

Zhou Fei witnessed countless hardships in the mortal world that she never could have imagined. She personally shouldered a responsibility and pressure that paled in comparison to Li Jinrong's back in the day, only then did she truly understand the greatness of Li Dajia. Having encountered formidable figures like the Demon Lord, Beidou Greedy Wolf, and even the skilled martial artist Kuroyoshi, Zhou Fei couldn't help but feel that although Li Jinrong's martial arts were indeed top-notch, they might not necessarily be unrivaled.

Xie Yun raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Zhou Fei hurriedly said, "Ah, no need..."

The fat shopkeeper's face turned pale, and he involuntarily trembled. His two rows of teeth kept knocking together, but he still managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "There are still people who remember this old thing, how fortunate..."

The old man from Kowloon shouted loudly, exerting ten times his strength, relying on his profound internal strength, he firmly pressed down on Zhou Fei's knife back, and the two of them were deadlocked for a while. At this moment, the chef suddenly said softly beside them, "Miss, is this... the Broken Snow Blade?"

Zhou Fei's muscles and bones are slightly thin and weak. More than one person has claimed that her practice of the Poyue Snow Knife technique would be counterproductive. However, her Kuroyong True Qi is extremely violent and cruel, which just makes up for her weakness.

The formation of the world, although varied, has some fixed principles. ... Although Zhou Fei has never systematically studied it, she has a natural talent for fighting... Especially in group fights, she excels, and a set of "Fuyou" is enough to make her even more powerful.

Xie Yun slowly said in her ear, "This ghostly place at the foot of Hengshan Mountain, where anything and everything can be found, do you think you can get by just by being sweet-tongued? Have you seen the hands of the shopkeeper?"

During the conversation, a man in his late thirties slowly walked out from the back kitchen. The man was thin and tall, wearing an apron with two slightly greasy sleeves rolled down to his elbows, dressed like a chef. His face and hands exposed to the outside were very clean, but he still appeared very downcast, lacking any vitality.

She didn't finish her words and rushed towards the old man Jiulong, the long sword whistling with the sound of wind and thunder. Although she had a fight with Jiulong upstairs, Zhou Fei didn't know the depth of the other party at that time, nor did she know the ins and outs of their long-distance trouble-seeking, so she had reservations and mainly defended herself.

Zhou Fei nodded slightly.

The fat shopkeeper's hands, which seemed invulnerable, felt like they were being held in a blazing fire. A sudden burning sensation swept through his whole body, and the blood that flowed out was black—there was actually poison on the iron arrow!

Zhou Fei asked in a low voice, "What is 'Bai Kongfang'?"

Mid-sentence, he flew up to the second floor, turned back to give a toothy grin at the old man named Jiulong, and then jumped down the hole where Jiulong had just emerged from. This made Jiulong so angry that he chased after him without hesitation. However, the fat shopkeeper happened to be waiting below the hole and immediately sneered, "Come down!"

Li Zheng had a wide range of social connections and later raised the banner of the Forty-Eight Villages, becoming world-famous. In comparison, the elder Guan Fengguan was not very interested in worldly affairs. He was about ten years older than Li Zheng and had some legends in his early years. Since the rebellion in the old capital, he has never entered the pass again and gradually became a legend. Now, he must have lived out his old age as an ordinary shepherd in the wilderness.

Only heard Xie Yundai shouting: "Up there!"

As soon as she took action, she realized the tricky part of these people. These Qinglong sect members were obviously well-trained, with a sense of propriety in their movements, like a tangled web. Breaking through the formation usually meant taking them down one by one, but when facing these people, once she went a little deeper, the "web" would shrink along the force. Killing one person would immediately be replaced by another, neither more nor less, in an orderly manner. There were still many people waiting outside the inn, ready to enter the formation in order, each of them mediocre in martial arts, but together they formed a "giant". Killing one person would immediately be replaced by another, neither more nor less, in an orderly manner. There were still many people waiting outside the inn, ready to enter the formation in order, each of them mediocre in martial arts, but together they formed a "giant". Each person was just a hair on the giant's body, and no matter how many died, it wouldn't hurt the giant's muscles or bones.

He bowed to the little white face while speaking.

Just now, the sound of fighting startled everyone. The vendors and residents quickly closed their doors and windows, and now they have reopened them. Passersby are once again moving about as if nothing happened. It seems that everyone is accustomed to this kind of scene, as if the puddle of blood on the ground is not blood but dog feces - except for being careful not to step on it, there is nothing else worth noting.

Xie Yun looked at her in surprise and said, "Your head may not be big, but you really know how to handle things."

She lowered her head and saw that the fat shopkeeper had pointed out the acupoints of the young man, and then threw him to Ji Yunchen for custody, while fully dealing with the old man of Jiulong. The others were all struggling, with no hope at all.

The cook glanced at him deeply and said, "What do you want?"

However, at this moment, it seems like everything has turned upside down.

Who knows that the world is unpredictable, in a blink of an eye she was left alone with no support, burdened with worries.

The old man in Kowloon's eyes flickered for a moment, then he took out a small flag from his pocket and raised his hand to insert it at the door.

After the old man of Kowloon threw the body away, he said: "The Green Dragon Flag stands at the door. This place only allows entry but not exit. Only the dead are left, not the living. What are you waiting for?"

Xie Yun mixed the yellow sauce made by the boss's wife into the noodles and said, "Do you know the Beggar's Sect?"

The old man sighed and slowly drew a short sword from his sleeve - an ordinary sword, light and agile, beloved by assassins. The handle of the sword in the old man's hand was unusually heavy, so small-handed people would probably not be able to grip it fully. Several coiling dragons were vividly carved on it, with their tails nailed to the hilt, appearing as if they were about to devour someone.

The old man Jiulong saw Xie Yun, this little white face, and hated him so much that his heart and liver twitched together. He only wished he could tear him into pieces, chop him into mince, and feed him to the dogs. Immediately, he thrust his sword towards him. Xie Yun fell from mid-air almost effortlessly, like a piece of paper, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, he slid away.

Start of Translation The old man from Kowloon was suddenly startled, he let out a low shout and swung his short sword to parry Zhou Fei's blade. The two of them clashed their weapons several times in a flash. End of Translation

Zhou Fei was at a loss, then she saw Xie Yun looking downstairs, dipping his finger in water and writing the words "Qing Long" on the table. She was stunned. In the valley, when Zhou Fei met Shen Tianshu, she heard from him that there were four leaders on the mountain, who were referred to as the "Four Symbols" and gave themselves nicknames. Mu Xiaoqiao was known as "Zhu Que".

Travelers from the south and the north all have to take a break and have a bite to eat here. All kinds of people come here, including those who are aggressive, unreasonable, particularly difficult to serve, and full of quirks. The innkeepers always handle them properly, wishing the guests a safe journey, relying on their true skill of "speaking to people in a straightforward manner and speaking to ghosts in a straightforward manner."

Zhou Fei has been on the run for the past few days, and has probably figured out the temperament of this person—Master Xie is full of nonsense from head to toe, except for his legs. He just wants to argue with you that "the sun rises from the west", and can sit there and talk all day, insisting on speaking in a way that convinces everyone and sincerely believing that the sun does rise from the west.

The person riding the horse suddenly dropped the whip, narrowly avoiding the dangerous thorns and the unlucky shopkeeper as they passed by. The shopkeeper, who was almost unable to protect their face, "plop" sat on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

Zhou Fei finally showed some spirit and asked, "Will there be a letter? How should it be delivered?"

Zhou Fei's skin smiles, but his flesh does not. He said, "Brother Xie, I see that you still need to practice your lightness skill. At the very least, you should be as diligent as your sharp tongue, otherwise, you may easily encounter a bloody disaster."

However, now that the three-day deadline has passed, there has been no news from Duan Jiuniang.

Zhou Fei blinked her eyes.

The cook lowered his eyes and took a step forward, causing the young man to immediately take a step back. Seeing this, the cook seemed to smile, stopped in his tracks, and said softly, "That's not a problem. If I go back with you, whether to kill or torture, it's all up to you. Don't disturb others."

With his command, a large group of "filial sons and virtuous grandsons" picked up the suona and gong used for funerals, and each of them sang and recited as they walked away, leaving behind a pile of paper money. The shop assistant turned around and spat fiercely, then the shopkeeper slapped the back of his head and scolded, "What are you looking at? Go and sweep the floor!"

Little did they know that the old man Jiulong was secretly shocked - he did not know whether Zhou Fei's wrist was numb or not. However, the girl's swordsmanship was extremely sharp and familiar, and she pressed on step by step without any hesitation or delay that young people usually have when fighting.

This person is completely talking nonsense - wanting to seal the doors and windows. First, there must be someone who goes deep into the enemy's camp, tears open a long gap, and forcefully seals the door when both sides are attacking. This will separate the two groups of Qinglong sect members inside and outside, and then coordinate with the people inside the inn. She immediately became angry and said, "What a terrible idea, if you can do it, then you do it!"

After scolding his own people, the shopkeeper quickly put on a smile again and personally compensated the customers in the store one by one. If there were those who were easy to talk to, they would just complain and let it go. But there were also those who were difficult to talk to, and the shopkeeper had to bow repeatedly, say auspicious words, and talk until his lips were worn out.

Xie Yun shook his head and said, "What is the real deal? Some people think that pursuing great ambitions is the real deal, but I think making people happy is the real deal. What's the difference? I think I am more elegant."

Zhou Fei has been feeling a lot of pent-up emotions recently. In the end, she jumped down from the building and stabbed the long knife into the ground.

The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, saying, "Just a small amount of money for tea, it's not a proper gesture. Brothers, come in and take a rest, have a bite to eat, how about that?"

The old man from Jiulong just said that anyone who stayed at the inn would be implicated, but now it has become a matter of grudges that has nothing to do with her. His first reaction upon hearing the three words "Broken Snow Sword" was to kill to keep it secret. When he realized he couldn't do it for the moment, he changed his mind and said, "I don't know if the young lady is a descendant of the Southern Sword." The two words "Hei Hei" were even more obscene. The word "friend" uttered from his mouth was simply tainted from "yue" to "you", and could continue to be humiliated until the time of Cangjie's creation of characters.

Can even staying at a hotel lead to trouble? Who the hell provoked whom?

He spoke and bent down, as he did so, the face of the young man twisted and turned purple. The chef's face showed reluctance, he took a step forward, intending to say something, but then remembered that the innkeeper was standing up for himself, so he held back.

Just as he finished speaking, the old man of the Nine Dragons suddenly twisted his wrist with a "crack" and turned it at a frightening angle. With a "whoosh" sound, two palm-sized arrows shot out from the mouth of the small dragon on the hilt of the sword, one aimed at Zhou Fei and the other at the donkey named Xie.

From the old man in Kowloon plotting in secret, to the fat shopkeeper being shot and having his wrist broken, it was just a moment's time. Xie Yunlian was stunned before he could even blink. After a while, he whispered, "Flower? Could it be the 'Lotus Palm' Flower Zhenglong?"

The old man Jiulong was originally bullying her because she was young and inexperienced. Unexpectedly, when this palm was slapped, not only did it fail to hurt her, but it seemed to provoke the ferocity of a long knife. He didn't dare to resist head-on, hurriedly took two steps back, held a short sword in front of his chest, and stared at Zhou Fei as if facing a formidable enemy.

With his order, the living and dead followers behind him immediately and well-trainedly blocked the door of the inn and quickly formed a formation.

Ji Yunchen's face suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly. He saw the fat shopkeeper picking up a hatchet that someone had dropped nearby, his forehead covered in cold sweat. With a loud shout, the shopkeeper chopped off his own right hand, which had been hit by an arrow, at the wrist.

The shopkeeper said, "Isn't this fine? Miss, please wait, I will have that lazy monkey bring you a hot one. With food in the stomach, there is no need to worry."

Xie Yundao: "It's just joss paper—originally, wealthy families used to make a show of their funerals and mourning, fearing that there wouldn't be enough filial sons and virtuous grandsons at home, so they would hire a group of people specifically to wail and handle the arrangements for the deceased. Now, with chaos and disorder everywhere, it's probably not as lucrative, so they've turned to engaging in shady deals. It's no big deal; running a shop and dealing with ruffians is just part of the job."

Zhou Fei turned his head and saw Xie Yun running up in three steps and two steps. He said to her, "Mr. Bai is escorting Miss Wu all the way, so they might take a detour. Miss Wu is not used to long journeys, so they might need to rest for a few more days on the way. I estimate that we will receive a letter in about two days."

At this moment, the once powerful Qinglong sect members lost their formidable formation and became a group of brainless mob. The entrance was guarded tightly by Zhou Fei, and inside, the residents who were furious and fought back had already killed most of them.

Mr. Bai used to come from the "wandering gang" and had some miscellaneous tricks up his sleeve... Before Mr. Bai could finish his sentence, the waiter brought breakfast. He jumped up and took the shaky water kettle himself, saying, "Slow down, slow down, I'll do it. Is there any more of the sauce the landlady made? Did you give me some today? I think I should take a jar with me when I leave, or I won't enjoy my meals for the next six months."

That pretty boy stared fiercely at Zhou Fei, as if his gaze could spew fire.

However, at this moment, when she took a look, she found that all the people causing trouble were just a bunch of riffraff. She was unjustly implicated and became furious, immediately attributing all the grievances of Mu Xiaoqiao to this group of people. At this point, when Zhou Fei made a move again, the momentum alone was quite different from before.

Zhou Fei didn't have much appetite, but when she saw others being enthusiastic, she felt awkward to show a gloomy face. So she forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, just not used to it. Let's just go with whatever."

Ji Yunchen listened, his expression seemed even more dim, he slowly bent down and picked up the small arrow that was shot down by Zhou Fei from the ground.

Ji Yun's eyebrows slightly moved, his face showing a sorrowful expression as if he could cry at the sight of a white cloth draped over a coffin. He softly spoke to Zhou Fei, "Just let him kill me."

After speaking, he twisted his big hand and was about to break the old man's ankle.

Zhou Fei looked surprised, a little confused. She had finally managed to swallow the candy and asked Xie Yun, "Did you see clearly? Did I hit him just now, or did he hit me?"

She turned her head away, too lazy to look at this shameless person who was using both hands and feet to crawl in the gap between the stairs, behaving indecently.

The "Snow-breaking Sword" was revealed in three words, and the old man's expression immediately changed. He turned the short sword in his hand at an angle with a "click," and a small arrow flew towards Xie Yun from a very concealed angle on the hilt of the sword, forcing Zhou Fei to retract her sword to save her. She had to take a step to catch up with the small arrow and pick it off with the tip of her sword. However, the old man took the opportunity to exert force with his palm and slapped towards her back.

The old man with one leg deformed was hanging on one side, almost fainting from the pain. Like a dead dog, he gasped on the ground for a moment. In his turbid eyes, there was a sudden clarity when he heard the three words "Hua Zhenglong". His gaze flickered, and one hand was about to reach into his chest. Just then, a bright flash of a knife appeared in front of him. The old man's pupils only had time to shrink, but before they could fully shrink, he had already become a "headless old man", and his head rolled out with a loud thud.

At this moment, Xie Yun shouted loudly, "Where is your 'Xiao Gu San'?"

Zhou Fei said, "Yes, when my grandfather passed away, my mother was not much older than I am now. Who knows what kind of mess she made with that old set of Snow Blade? She claimed that the Snow Blade was invincible, but whether it was an ancestral heirloom or something she made up herself, I'm not even sure. Why did I take it as the ultimate truth?"

In the corner, the pale face with acupoints being pressed saw that everyone was very busy and no one paid attention to him. He sneered and said, "Lotus Palm, Southern Knife... Haha, truly worthy of being the successor of the Northern Knife. Even if you become a useless person, there will still be a group of lackeys rushing to protect you."

Who did we offend that even staying at a hotel can get us implicated?

The round shopkeeper pulled a rag, raised his hand and patted the back of the yawning young waiter, scolding, "Lazybones, no energy in your eyes, still dawdling here!"

The man slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing an old and withered face. His cloudy eyes turned to Zhou Fei and then to Xie Yun. In a hoarse voice, he said, "My young master has a bad temper and we are in a hurry. We may have offended you. Please accept our apologies."

A group of five or six Qinglong sect disciples saw the situation and hurriedly came forward to intercept. Zhou Fei, like practicing the shrinking bone technique, skillfully slipped through the gaps between them. She was like flowing water that couldn't be grasped, half of the "water" flowed away, but her knife suddenly turned around and struck down, the decisiveness and ruthlessness of that strike was truly worth noting. One Qinglong sect disciple couldn't withstand her sharpness, unable to retreat in time, he had already been struck on the back by a knife. In intense pain, he lunged forward, coincidentally falling onto the blades of several companions, instantly becoming a piece of waxed meat pierced by several skewers.

Zhou Fei really didn't pay attention. Upon hearing this, she looked carefully and saw the shopkeeper's hands were as white as mutton fat, holding the neck of the little white face. There was not even a visible vein on the back of his hand, still smiling indifferently, "Excuse me, excuse me, you are blocking the door. I can't do business early in the morning. Please understand and forgive me, I bow to you."

However, the young man ignored him and dismounted from his horse. He casually threw the reins, and the old man behind him caught them with both hands, like a loyal servant. The young man walked into the inn as if he were alone, and first pointed at Zhou Fei on the second floor, saying, "I have always been lenient towards women. Consider yourself lucky. Once this matter is settled, come down and kowtow to me, and I will not hold it against you."

He didn't finish his words, but suddenly exerted force with both hands. The unlucky passing merchant didn't even have time to scream before his head tilted and he breathed his last.

As soon as Zhou Fei hesitated for a moment, seven or eight weapons were pressed against her sword. Two people immediately filled the positions of their companions behind her, and they attacked her from four different angles.

The chef's face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

The young man's brow furrowed, and he was about to speak when his companion beside him slowly reached out a hand and stopped him.

Zhou Fei had never heard anyone cram so much nonsense into a single sentence before. For a moment, he was left speechless and in awe, unsure of how to respond.

A large group of people outside the inn immediately rushed into the inn and surrounded the innkeeper and guests together.

Since Zhou Fei came down from the mountain, she has not only grown in wisdom and knowledge. Once, she regarded Li Jinrong as the target she dreamed of surpassing. At that time, Zhou Fei felt on the one hand that there was nothing remarkable about Li Jinrong, and sooner or later, she would effortlessly take the long whip from her mother's hands. On the other hand, she had an inexplicable reliance on Li Jinrong. Subconsciously, she believed that as long as the head of the Li family was still there, the Forty-Eight Strongholds would not be buried, even if the sky fell. Therefore, what the head of the family said must be unquestionable and indisputable, and the martial arts taught by the head of the family must be the most authoritative and correct.

As his voice trailed off, the young man with a pretty face sneered and shouted, "Then why don't you hurry up and die? Everyone who died in this inn today was implicated by you. Why aren't you dead yet?"

Zhou Fei's train of thought was interrupted by him. She glared at him half-dead and couldn't help but frown. She increasingly wanted to go home—when she was in the Forty-Eight Villages, she couldn't even be bothered to compete with Li Sheng. Every day, besides practicing martial arts, she would occasionally deal with Li Yan. She didn't have any thoughts in her mind, not even when she had just come down the mountain. She only wanted to dutifully serve as an obedient follower to Madam Wang, and she never paid attention to the hidden traps in the village. Every day, besides practicing martial arts, she would occasionally deal with Li Yan. She didn't have any thoughts in her mind, not even when she had just come down the mountain. She only wanted to dutifully serve as an obedient follower to Madam Wang, and she never paid attention to the hidden traps in the village.

Xie Yun wrote the characters "青龙" on the table, the ink was not yet dry, leaving only a few strokes, forming the characters "月尤". Seeing her words, it seemed like she was determined to fight. I could only shake my head silently, thinking to myself: I just said she has become more steady, sigh, I can't help but praise her.

Zhou Fei's finger was stuck on the scabbard, ready to strike, but then he saw the dough-like shopkeeper reach out and grab the arm of the pretty boy. The pretty boy seemed to be sucked in by something, stumbling a few steps forward, instantly under someone's control. The shopkeeper held onto half of his arm, using some unknown technique. The pretty boy was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he still managed to stay tough. After a muffled groan, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

These days, most people who are away from home look weary and disheveled. It's rare to see such a fresh and lively girl. The shopkeeper couldn't help but take a few more glances. He scolded the young man in a lowered voice, but the girl, with extremely sensitive hearing, still heard it and turned her head to take a glance.

The old man of Jiulong looked coldly at the young man, and suddenly let out a sharp cry from his mouth. The people behind him suddenly moved and rushed towards the crowd in the inn.

Xie Yunquan, who lacked talent, echoed her heroic spirit when she wanted to stay, but immediately shrank his head and said, "I can't do it."

In the land of Shu, not a speck of snow can be seen all year round, while the southern blade is icy cold and sharp, resembling the swirling snow carried by the northern wind. On the other hand, beyond the Great Wall, there are only sandstorms and herds of cattle and sheep, yet the northern blade's technique is incredibly gentle, earning it the nickname "Water-Slicing Silk".

The shopkeeper suddenly spoke up, saying, "Wait, please don't act rashly, sirs. Excuse me, but you see, I only have one chef in this small shop. If you take him away, where can I find another one?"

Zhou Daxia just saw an injustice on the road, so he picked up a chopstick and, feeling inconvenient to pick his teeth in front of everyone, he gave Xie Yun a somewhat obscure glare and then picked up the teacup next to him to rinse his mouth in a profound and unpredictable manner. Xie Yun, not understanding the situation, thought that she had become much more steady after experiencing a life-and-death ordeal, and sighed in her heart: Many people in their seventies and eighties can't control their mouths, but she, at such a young age, can restrain herself from speaking too quickly, which is truly not easy. Xie Yun, not understanding the situation, thought that she had become much more steady after experiencing a life-and-death ordeal, and sighed in her heart: Many people in their seventies and eighties can't control their mouths, but she, at such a young age, can restrain herself from speaking too quickly, which is truly not easy.

Without having the chance to ask, Zhou Fei suddenly saw the old man of the Nine Dragons make a move and grab a merchant who was staying at the inn by the corner of the wall. The merchant was accompanied by several bodyguards, but they were all too stunned to react. They could only watch as the old man effortlessly lifted their master like a little chicken. The bodyguards picked up their weapons, but no one dared to make the first move.

When Zhou Fei raised the hilt of the knife and struck it against Xie Yun's ribs, he asked, "Will you talk?"

As soon as his words fell silent, the shop assistant holding a small money bag approached the mourners cautiously and handed it over.

Ji Yunchen stopped the bleeding for Hua Zhanggui, sighed, turned around and bowed to Zhou Fei, then looked around the inn, and said to everyone, "I have caused trouble for all of you, and there is no way to redeem myself."

Those two people rushed to the front door of the Sanchun Inn in a flash. They saw the waiter foolishly holding a broom without dodging, and the whip, which was covered in minced meat, was swung towards him. The waiter's head was about to turn into a smashed watermelon. Suddenly, two wooden chopsticks fell from the second floor. One hit the tip of the whip, and the other poked the wrist of the whip holder.

Zhou Fei mercilessly said, "Whether my legs are long or short, it is my choice to stay or leave, without the need for worms to dictate."

"Falling leaves" danced gracefully while incessantly saying, "Uncle, you can't just pick the soft persimmons, it will damage your lifelong reputation, won't it?"

Zhou Fei looked down from the upstairs and felt that his chubby figure was very much like the "Kowtow Doll" sold in the market. Unable to help feeling desolate, she felt that she would never be able to run a business in her life. She once felt that crossing the Wash Ink River was like reaching the sky and the vast earth, and nothing could stop her. Now she realizes that with her meager qualifications, she is probably only fit to guard the door for others, let alone a big career, even a "small career" would be a mess.

He muttered to himself while carefully peeking out of the second-floor window facing the street. There sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, dressed plainly but with a red silk ribbon tied on her head. The girl had a picturesque appearance, not needing to dress in colorful attire or wear precious jewels. Just a touch of red was enough to make her stand out.

She was about to catch up immediately, but was stopped by Xie Yun, who had somehow stood up. Xie Yun whispered, "Hero, take a break and spare a moment to talk."

At the ankle of the old man with nine dragons, there was unexpectedly a spring-loaded mechanism. With a pull and a twist, a small iron arrow, the size of a palm, shot straight towards the face of the fat shopkeeper. The fat shopkeeper was too late to dodge. In a moment of desperation, he shouted and broke the leg of the old man with nine dragons, then raised his hand to protect his face. The small iron arrow pierced into the palm of his hand.

On the second floor, there is a small wooden window. When you look out, a large area of dense tree shade covers the sky and the earth. Every morning, before the clouds and mist are absorbed into the dew, the distant mountains and nearby waters are shrouded in a hazy mist. The long street is sparsely populated, and the stone slabs are covered in frost. You can see the end of the street at a glance.

Zhou Fei was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "You never engage in physical combat with others, but what if someone wants to kill you?"

This inn is neither too big nor too small, just enough to make this "human web" completely congested.

As soon as these words were spoken, many people in the inn had a change in their expressions. They no longer cared about watching the excitement and quietly moved aside.

Xie Yun continued, "These five types of people are collectively known as the 'Traveling Gang'. Although they do not belong to the same boss, they all know what's going on. Each route has its own brothers, and they engage in a business called 'one hand black, one hand white'. If you understand the trade and have connections, then rest assured, the rules of the Traveling Gang are more important than anything else. Whether you need to deliver goods, send messages, or inquire about something, they can all be handled properly and reliably. This is called 'doing white business'. As for 'black business', I won't say much. You can imagine it yourself. Mr. Bai, the person you don't need to worry about, is a cousin of mine. He is reliable and has seven or eight Traveling Gang routes in his hands. If you follow him, as long as you don't run into the Northern Eagle Dogs head-on, there will be people in the bandit's lair who will cook fish for you to eat."

With such a leader, the Qinglong sect outside the door immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and in the blink of an eye, they ran away cleanly, leaving only a trail of blood, extending from the entrance of the Sanshun Inn to the long street.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

The old man of Kowloon no longer had time to dodge. The fat shopkeeper grabbed his leg and pulled him down, then swung him to the ground.

The fair-faced young man smiled and said, "This is easy. I don't want your life. First, cut off your right hand in front of me, then kneel down and kowtow to me one hundred and eighty times. Let me stab you three times and make six holes. Let's forget our past grievances!"

Zhou Fei said coldly, "If you know, then don't get in the way."

Deeply misunderstanding Zhou Fei, Xie Yun smiled and arched his hand downstairs, saying, "This brother has extraordinary temperament. He wields the 'Four Dark Whips' with unparalleled skill. Why bother to have the same experience as a blind child blocking the way?"

Zhou Fei thought for a moment and asked again, "Can I ask them to help find someone to deliver the message?"

A group of disciples under the Green Dragon Constellation, whether alive or dead, stormed into the inn, ready to attack anyone they caught.

That little white face held hostage by the fat shopkeeper interjected with a sneer: "It's not that he's too ashamed to take it, you should ask him if he dares to wield the knife."

Since there is the "Vermilion Bird", there should also be the likes of "Azure Dragon", "White Tiger", and "Black Tortoise". The young man downstairs should not be the "Azure Dragon Lord", otherwise he would not have let her break his whip with a chopstick. However, judging from his demeanor, he must also be a prominent figure under the Azure Dragon's command.

The shopkeeper busily carried his own apprentice and made way, saying, "Please, sir."

Upon looking around, Xie Yun said with self-awareness, "I am not very good at handling this kind of situation..."

The shopkeeper is quite a character. When faced with this matter, he could still manage to smile. After bowing in a circle, he said in a gentle tone, "No problem. Little Lu, bring some tea money over to quench the thirst of the brothers of 'Bai Kongfang'."

Thank you for your help. "Not bad, this gentleman should quickly shut up. She is really capable!"