Chapter 251 The rivers and lakes in the inn [ask for a monthly ticket]
Zhang Xiaobai really followed Han Fei. He had no worries. At most, he greeted the couple who called him a little unconscience to buy wontons. Then he carried a single knife, a secret book, a donkey, and the scholar sitting on the donkey. He went south except Le Nancheng.
The border town was windy and frost, and the loess roads were flying. After walking along the way, Zhang Xiaobai became a clay figure in a few days.
However, he did not forget to read the book. Every day he looked through the secret book that Han Fei gave him, and he felt hungry. But he was illiterate and embarrassed to ask Han Fei. In the end, he could only look at the pictures drawn in the book. After practicing a single-knife posture for several days, he was so excited.
Han Fei looked at him all the way, never took the initiative to speak, nor told him that the secret book was worthless in his eyes.
He walked along the way, and he seemed casual, and he would go wherever the donkey took him.
But in fact, every step has a purpose.
After leaving the Dead Domain, Han Fei collected the Iron of Killing God and basically bought more than half of the materials for forging Shura Wusheng Sword.
The main purpose of going to Li Nancheng was to find this Zhang Xiaobai, just because this person had a great relationship with a very famous old guy. Zhang Xiaobai himself didn't know that the old guy couldn't find Zhang Xiaobai. However, how powerful is the Xuantian Sword Sect? Naturally, it can be easily found this person. Only after finding this person can Han Fei be sure to let the old guy work hard to make a sword!
It’s just that Zhang Xiaobai doesn’t know all this.
As for the woman I met on the road, it was really an accident. There were accidents everywhere in the world, and even monks could not avoid the world.
Another one is that secret book. Most of the secret book on Han Fei was practiced by monks. When did you have anything to practice for ordinary martial arts people? This secret book is a knife book that Han Fei himself had long forgotten when to wear it on his body. Speaking of which, it had a great opportunity for Zhang Xiaobai.
Han Fei sighed in his heart. If Zhang Xiaobai asked him about his cultivation experience, it would be just around the corner for Zhang Xiaobai to enter the realm of a cultivator! But Zhang Xiaobai did not, but just asked him for a secret book. Han Fei originally thought that this guy would never be able to enter the realm of a cultivator in his life, but looking at the sword technique he practiced, it seemed to have a bit of mysterious and mysterious posture. Every drink and peck, maybe there was really a heavenly decisiveness. This heavenly decisiveness is the way of heaven.
No more thinking about this, Han Fei has been very helpful in reading ancient books of Qin recently. When the King of Qin burned books and buried scholars, he said that all the good things were burned out, but not all. There are always some secret things left in the book pavilion, and Han Fei picked up the bargain.
All things are inferior to those who study well. Although this is a bit worthy of being beaten, when it comes to Han Fei, reading is not about whether it is high or not. Anyway, it makes him feel that "there is a golden house in the book."
The road is desolate and dusty. Li Nancheng is the last city on the border. Going south to the desolate ancient road, there are many wanderers in the rivers and lakes. Han Fei saw many infatuated men and women, grudges, love and hatred along the way. But he didn't care much. The world is too big, what kind of thing is not there yet? If someone really travels all over the world, what he has experienced and what he sees is much more exciting than books and TV series.
"Young Master Han, there is an inn in front of you!"
Zhang Xiaobai, who was holding the donkey, turned his head and said to Han Fei.
Han Fei nodded. On the border of the Great Xia Kingdom, there was only one inn here, guarding this important transportation road. After a hundred miles ahead, the beginning of the beautiful city. After leaving Nancheng, there was a land without a border.
"Tired? Then I'll take a rest here tonight."
Zhang Xiaobai agreed upon hearing this, and his steps were faster. He left Li Nan City and felt the desolate surrounding environment again. Zhang Baixiao's lips began to crack. He couldn't wait to go to the inn and find some water to drink.
The inn is a bit dilapidated. After all, this place is not in front of the village or the shop behind it. It feels quite like the movies that Han Fei watched in his previous life and the Longmen Inn. The second brother didn't know where the person was. He spoke indistinguishable words. Han Fei seemed to understand it, but Zhang Xiaobai opened his mouth and spoke fluently.
Han Fei smiled and let Zhang Xiaobai deal with it. He walked into the inn alone and opened the door. Most of the people he could see were rash men, drinking big cubes and eating meat. They all thought they were unparalleled, but they were licking blood from the knife. There was no tomorrow.
Han Fei laughed at himself, "Most of us monks are like this, just a hundred steps to laugh."
Zhang Xiaobai came to the front and said, "Young Master Han, this land is not peaceful. When the waiter looked at me just now, he had the intention of murderous intent."
After seeing Han Fei's murderous intent, Zhang Xiaobai seemed to have a clear idea and felt malice very clearly.
Han Fei smiled and said, "The desolate inn and the wild roads in the mountains are always some people who do human flesh, so don't worry."
He led Zhang Xiaobai to the second floor, and the big and thick man came over to ask Han Fei what he wanted.
Han Fei almost threw this person out the window. Even if the waiter was not smart and thin, he would never be so big and thick. Is this cook the wrong door?
"Just like wine, meat, just fill it up."
Han Fei said, throwing out two twenty taels of silver: "Prepare two guest rooms, after the wine and food are on, the rest is yours."
"Okay, please wait!"
The man turned around and left, grunting on the ground under his feet. Han Fei was a little worried that he would trample on the floor.
The eyes wandered around casually. The second floor was much more than the scene downstairs. There were men and women at a table not far away. The man and women were handsome and beautiful. They whispered softly to each other, countless lingering feelings. Afterwards, an old man in black poured himself and drank himself with a master's demeanor. Looking around the other side, three or two people wearing straw hats and hiding a knife under their seats whispered in a sneaky manner. Not far away, a girl dressed in a green-sleeved dressed in a table was sitting alone, and lowered her head to drink.
After Han Fei took all this stuff into consideration, he said to Zhang Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, do you like the world?"
Zhang Xiaobai was reading a book himself, and nodded without raising his head when he heard this.
"Why?"
"Because I can eat a full meal."
Han Fei smiled, is this Zhang Xiaobai's world?
So to the people present on the second floor, what is their world?
For Han Fei himself, what is his own world?
With a sword, the world is free and free!
Han Fei felt that he was too simple back then. Even in the secular world, there was a kind of depression that he could not say. If he wanted to underestimate the world, he was not qualified enough. If he wanted to smile, he was not free and easy enough!
"You can't accept it!"
Han Fei sighed, no one knew what he was thinking, and read the book, and there was a beauty in the book.
"Young Master Han, do you look down on my world?"
Zhang Xiaobai seemed to be ticked up and said with a smile: "I also know that my world has no big ambitions, but people like me don't know two big words, how could they have too many ambitions? When I was young, I was not starved to death. God had already made me kind. Later, I followed the underworld and made my life better. Since that's the case, I naturally depended on this life. Living is like licking blood from the edge of a knife, and lying on the horse and corpse. Before the rivers and lakes and rivers and lakes, there was also a horse in a bright clothes and angry horse, and it was not a chic spirit that was spreading all over the world?"
Han Fei didn't know whether he should say that this guy could see through it or scold him for asking for trouble even though he knew it was dangerous.
Shaking his head, the old man drinking alone next to him laughed and said, "Little brother Jian is not old, but he has seen through this world. It's not simple, it's not simple!"
"What do you see through? The villain is just talking nonsense." Zhang Xiaobai saw that the old man had a good temperament and was afraid of causing trouble for Han Fei. After laughing, he lowered his head.
"Just like this, you are still in the world?"
The young master who talked sweetly to the woman knew what he was thinking when he saw his head lowered. He snorted disdainfully and said, "If you have something to say, is it a man who bows his head?"
When the woman saw this, she looked at him with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"I'm talking to this little brother, is it your turn to interrupt?"
The old man snorted coldly, flicked his hand, and the cup in his hand flew out and headed straight for the young man's face.
The young man obviously knew that this old man was not easy to mess with, but he was not afraid. He slapped the table casually. The long sword on the table jumped up and spurted the sword out casually. With the tip of the sword, he wanted to pick the wine glass on the tip of the sword, and then looked back and returned it as it was. But he didn't know that the old man had put a dark force on the cup, and just hovered on the tip of the sword. Before the young man could send it back, he had already turned around the tip of the sword three times.
It doesn't matter if a wine glass filled with wine turns, but the wine is like a scattered flower in the sky, and it is all scattered on the young man's forehead.
Such a miserable scene, even if this sword move is beautiful and beautiful, it will no longer work and you will lose face!
The young man was furious, but Zhang Xiaobai burst into laughter and found it interesting.
Han Fei smiled and shook his head, feeling a little helpless towards the old man. He was so old that he liked to play pranks, and he was very kind to the child.
The young man knew that the old man was not easy to mess with. After glaring at him coldly, he threw his temper on Zhang Xiaobai and scolded angrily: "Boy, is it your turn to laugh at your grandfather?"
My face looks ugly. If you dare to agree, I will be able to cut off your head.
Even the woman beside him looked at Zhang Xiaobai with a look of something bad!
Zhang Xiaobai kept silent, shrank his head, and was unwilling to cause trouble. He had to say wronged in his heart, but he didn't understand. He just laughed. As for this?
Han Fei also smiled, and flicked the wine glass casually, and the wine glass flew out and ran towards the young man.