The three people's eyes fell on one person, wearing a coarse gray cloth dress, with a large ponytail on his head, and the piece on his forehead was shaved to the middle of his head, looking thirty-seven or eight years old.

His facial features were quite upright, but there was a long scar extending from his right corner forehead to his left lips. The Japanese pirate looked calm, without the fierce aura of ordinary Japanese pirates. There were some curly beards on his cheeks, and there was only some crooked scoundrels on his chin. His chin was as hard as rocks, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

Two long and short knives were inserted between his waist, and the scabbards looked very ordinary. His trousers were rubbed to his knees, and his calves were covered with yellow sand, but he was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

The man sat in a corner of the inn with his legs crossed and closed his eyes closed. As if Yue Yuan stopped, he ignored what happened in the inn. The quiet and awe-inspiring momentum was inadvertently emitted. Although he did not pluck any internal breath, everyone present knew that this was a real master.

The fat man glanced at the Japanese pirates, smiled, and whispered: "Although he has never seen this man take action on the way, and even he has said no more than five words, I believe his martial arts is the highest in the inn now."

The noble young master nodded: "I agree with this point. I have heard of Fusang martial arts. It was passed down from Tangshou and Modao Technique in the Tang Dynasty. It was adapted by them in practical combat. It was cruel and left no room for nothing. Look at this man, just like the legendary Japanese pirates, he was taciturn, but if he started killing people, he would not blink his eyelids. I really don't know when Tianlang would know such a person and become friends."

The Taoist smiled slightly: "We should believe in the character of Tianlang. If it is really the kind of Japanese pirates who do everything evil in the legend, burn, kill, and plunder, I believe Tianlang will not be friends with him. There may not be no good people among the Japanese pirates. Maybe this is one of them."

The fat man looked at the Japanese pirate carefully again and said with a smile: "Maybe it was hired by Tianlang for money. This guy should have made a lot of money in the past two years. It's not surprising to hire an expert from the East. Hey, if this guy is reliable, I will hire him as a bodyguard for the caravan after returning to Central Plains."

The Taoist shook his head: "Brother Qian, I advise you not to make this idea. This is a Japanese pirate. If you want to be in the Central Plains, aren't you afraid of being charged with the Japanese?"

A look of disappointment flashed across the fat man's face, and he turned to laugh: "Isn't it enough to let him change his hairstyle? The word "Japanese pirates" was not written on his face."

The Japanese pirate in the corner suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fat man's table. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. He spoke with a strong nasal sound, his voice intersecting like metal and iron. He said in a stern manner: "I am not a Japanese pirate, I am a warrior, I don't charge money."

The three of them were startled by his actions and couldn't speak for a moment. Even Yang Qionghua, who was leaning against the door, was attracted by his words and looked over.

Today, Yang Qionghua's face did not wear a veil. Although she was a little haggard, she still couldn't hide her peerless face. In addition to the three of them, the three of them, and this unopened eye-opener, Han Najina's confused eyes almost never left her face.

There were two other people on the same seat as Yang Qionghua. One was a monk in his thirties, a lean and strong black-skinned man, who looked a little dull. He wore a ragged monk robe, and his appearance was thick and big, with a rough look. The most noticeable thing was his two eyebrows, at least twice as many as ordinary people's eyebrows, and much denser than ordinary people's beards.

The person sitting next to him was a rosy-faced and tall old man with a tall 60-shaped body. He wore a sheepskin coat and a small braid on the back of his head. His hair and beard were all white. His ears were big. His pair of palms looked much bigger than others. The thick calluses on the palm of his palms and the color of his palms that became a little black clearly showed that this person was a master who was circling the world with a pair of iron palms.

Although these two men were sitting at the same table with Yang Qionghua, they kept looking straight and just drank on their own. They didn't even say much. As soon as the Japanese pirate opened their eyes, they suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room changed, and they turned their heads and looked at the Japanese pirates at the same time.

The fat man reacted first and laughed: "Mr. Warrior, I was unspeakable and offended the Lord. Don't take it to your heart. I was just joking just now. In fact, these six of us are friends invited by Tianlang, and probably none of them came for money! We still don't know your name, and I don't know if we can report it?"

The Eastern samurai looked up and down at the fat man, nodded, and a sentence burst out from his mouth: "Yao Yuuo, after coming to your place, I will change my name to Xiong Batian."

The fat man said "Oh" and bowed to him solemnly: "I'm going to give you the three words "Qian Guanglai and Guanglai Money House. Everyone knows it, hehe."

The Taoist smiled slightly and bowed to Xiong Batian: "In Pei Wenyuan, the only one who is known as the God of Common Man in the world is called the God of Common Man."

The noble prince replied coldly: "In Xia Ouyang Ke, a person from the Western Regions, is just an unknown soldier in the Central Plains."

The thick-browed monk suddenly laughed: "Ganzhou hero, you are not an unknown man. I have also been to the conference you held back then."

Ouyang Ke nodded: "Master Buyou, the name of Ganzhou hero, has been in ashes with Baituo Villa more than ten years ago. Now I am just a living dead person. It would be better not to mention the past."

The monk thick-browed monk shook his head: "The name Buyou is no longer in this world. Donor Ouyang, if you just want to be the young master of nothing now, I naturally have no objection, but I have already changed my name to Monk Wuyou. If you don't mention it in the future!"

Fatty Qian Guanglai laughed: "Master Wuyou, what's the difference between you changing your Wuyou to Wuyou? Isn't it the same?"

Wuyou still shook his head: "There are different, there are so many differences. I used to be worried because I didn't need to worry and I didn't consider worries. But now, there are too many things to worry about, so I just ignore them and I will be worry-free."

Taoist Pei Wenyuan clapped his hands and laughed: "Good name, good Zen, no worries, I really envy you for being so free and easy."

Wuyou smiled bitterly: "Master Pei doesn't have to be too humble. You and I know the truth. When I was young, I didn't know the taste of sorrow. Now that I have experienced all the ups and downs of the world, I can only name some names to make fun of myself."
Chapter completed!