As if to verify the accuracy of the shopkeeper's judgment on the weather, not long after the three people moved in, heavy snow began to fall, and it continued to fall heavily from the afternoon until dark...
Looking at this posture, the guests at the inn knew that the road would definitely be impassable.
The innkeeper laughed: Now, these people can't run away anymore. How much money will they spend here?
Some customers who were strapped for money began to look for the hotel manager privately, hoping for a cheaper room so that they could stay longer.
More than half of the guests began to save money and ask for the price before ordering.
It doesn't matter to Qiao Chu and the other three, it's just that eating and drinking are easier than before.
There is no way, everyone calls you poor, but if you don’t call yourself poor, you will easily attract people’s attention.
Then just pretend for a while.
The next day, the snow continued to fall heavily all day long, and sure enough, no new guests came to the inn.
However, there were a few people who got up early and went out to try their luck, but came back in the afternoon and said that it was impossible to walk ahead. If they didn't come back, they would freeze to death on the road, so they had to turn around and come back.
In the evening, the snow still didn't stop, and all the guests in the inn became familiar with each other, chatting and bragging with each other in the lobby of the inn.
The shopkeeper then talked enthusiastically about the road closures caused by heavy snowfalls over the years, saying that it was difficult to predict road closures due to heavy snowfalls, but with luck, the road would be open in eight or ten days.
If it snows all the time, you will be unlucky and will not be able to pass through for a month or two.
The lobby suddenly became noisy, and someone asked: "Shopkeeper, according to what you said, if people from the frontier can't get through, we can't get through either?"
"That's for sure!" The shopkeeper was very confident in his judgment.
"No one can do it?"
"Of course not! Unless you die!"
"What if the silver-faced killing god couldn't get through?" Someone started to argue.
"Then...it shouldn't be possible." The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, but still insisted on his own judgment.
"You're just talking nonsense! The Silver-faced Killer God is so powerful, how could he not get through?!" The person who said this was a big man with a beard, and he looked like he came from the frontier fortress.
"It's snowing so heavily, and the Silver-faced Killer God can't fly, so how can he get here?" the shopkeeper retorted plausibly.
Everyone agreed with this, so they all nodded.
"Who is the Silver-Faced Killer God?" The person who asked this question had obviously just come from the mainland and had never heard of the story about the Silver-Faced Killer God.
"That silver-faced killing god? That's awesome! This man is nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted. He wears a silver half-face mask on his face. If he faces the horse bandits and nine-surnamed Tatars and Turkic troops outside the Great Wall, what will happen?
It's as easy as chopping melons and vegetables..." The bearded man then boasted with spitfire.
Another person who heard this was very excited and immediately added: "I heard that he is the most capable fighter in the Xu family army! Even more powerful than General Xu!"
"How is that possible? The most powerful among the Xu family's army must be the generals of the Xu family. That silver-faced killing god cannot possibly be compared to the generals of the Xu family! The generals of the Xu family are all the most powerful..." This is Xu Guo
Public supporters.
"The Silver Faced Killer God is even more powerful!"
"The Xu family's generals are even more powerful!"
"You're talking nonsense..."
So the customers in the store were divided into three groups, one group was for Xu Guogong's family, and the other group was for Silver-faced Killer God.
There is also a group of spectators: If I don’t say anything, I will just watch you quarreling.
Qiao Chu and the Ah Qiu couple looked at each other: The silver mask they said looked a bit like Chen Qingshan, but he was nine feet tall, broad-shouldered, and not Chen Qingshan...
"It seems that you have all seen the Xu family's general and the silver-faced killer god." A lone guest who had been silent all this time suddenly sneered coldly.
The supporters of the two factions were stunned for a moment, and then a Xu family supporter stood up and pointed at the lone traveler and asked: "Have you seen the Silver-faced Killer God and the Xu family's general?"
The lone traveler sighed and said in a deep voice: "I am a horse dealer. I walk on this road all year round. The shopkeepers all recognize me. Do you know where the most horses we receive at the border come from?"
Everyone looked at each other: Who knows?
Someone who knew better replied: "Aren't those the horses that Xu Jiajun got from cutting firewood?"
"Yes, this is the largest source of horses, but do you know who has sold me the most horses and various trophies in the past six months?"
Everyone was silent.
The lone traveler asked and answered himself: "It's the silver-faced murderer."
Everyone looked at each other in shock and did not dare to speak in front of those who had witnessed it.
"The Xu Jiajun has rules. The good horses obtained by chopping wood are first selected by the Xu Jiajun and kept for their own use. The Xu Jiajun calculates the money for them. The horses that are not very good must be pulled out by the woodcutter and sold in the market. I am
Harvesting horses at the fair."
"When others chop wood, they can get at most three or two at a time. It's better to work together as a team, but that's not the case with the Silver-faced Killer. He always works alone. The most he sent was a dozen horses!"
"This is what is left after Xu Jiajun has finished picking it up..." The lone traveler said this with admiration on his face.
"Hiss..." Someone took a breath of cold air.
"This is amazing! How much firewood did he chop that time?" the bearded man asked.
"I was curious too, so I asked after him, and he said that he killed more than forty people, and they were not horse bandits, but nine-surnamed Tatars!" After the lone traveler finished speaking, he stopped talking for a while.
After a short silence, everyone burst into an uproar!
"One person killed more than 40 Tatars with nine surnames? Isn't this too exaggerated?"
"Why else would he be nicknamed the Silver-Faced Killer?!"
"How is that possible? If one person chops more than forty people, even if he stands in a row and lets him chop them, his hands will still be sore!"
"That's right, the Nine Tatars are so powerful, they can't be compared to the horse bandits..."
The lone traveler also had mixed feelings when he thought of the man with the honest smile and fierce bargaining: "He is not nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted. He is indeed quite tall, but he is not broad-shouldered and round-waisted. Instead, he has the arms of a monkey and the waist of a wasp, as tall as a pine...
...That dark silver mask, according to him, has a birthmark, and he needs to use the mask to block it..."
Everyone listened leisurely and fascinated.
Qiao Chu, A Qiu and his wife were sitting in the corner, looking increasingly weird as they listened.
Ah Qiu couldn't help but asked Qiao Chu softly: "Are they talking about Qingshan?"
Qiao Chu also looked confused: "It seems like...?"
However, during the last few days when Chen Qingshan returned to the capital, I didn’t hear Chen Qingshan talk about these things...
What a silver-faced killing god? It sounds so majestic!
"Isn't he too powerful? How long does it take for him to become such a famous person?!" Ah Qiu was envious and shocked at the same time.
"I don't know much." Qiao Chu felt ashamed: he didn't know as much as a horse dealer.
Everyone was already talking a lot. They were drinking and eating, chatting and kicking, and the lobby was lively.
The moment the heavy windshield curtain was lifted, the cold air hit their faces. Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at the door in surprise.
The wind and snow at the door brought a man wearing a fox fur cloak in.
The man untied his cloak, lowered his hood, and a dark silver mask appeared on his face, which stunned everyone...
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The fifth update is completed, and there will be another three updates tomorrow.