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As soon as he said this, one of the short men suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said, "Bastard …"

As soon as he spoke, he no longer had a full Beijing accent, but instead an extremely harsh Shanxi one.

"Are you going to check our identities? Are you worthy? "

Ren Chi bowed and replied, "I dare not, but …"

Ren Chi was aggrieved to the extreme. He couldn't help but say angrily, "Master, if you don't reveal your identity, I won't be able to pay you back for the debt. Please forgive me."

The Shanxi Dwarf had his eyes wide open and was about to flare up when the leader of the group caught him with his gaze. He looked at Jing Youzi and gave him a look, and the latter immediately understood what he was doing.

"That's a good saying. How can we grandfathers stay here for free? Do you want us to pay you money?" "Here, take this first."

This person took out twenty-one taels of a ingot of ingot, shining white. With one look, one could tell that he had just taken it out of the storage room.

Ren Chi received it with both hands and gave his thanks. His hands were smooth and smooth, knowing that it was a piece of Shanxi official silver, the knot in his heart was only relieved by half. He knew that the money from the officials' treasury in Shanxi was not to be given out directly to the court, and would only be given out after that. This silver ingot was so new that it was undoubtedly the first time he had bid for it. It must have come from the official treasury of Beijing, so there was no doubt about it.

He had long heard of the so-called Embroidered Uniform Guards in the imperial government, and the outstanding martial skills of the "people" in the East and West Second Workshop. They could do anything and everything.

These kinds of people, who were personally loved and hated by the emperor, would kill easily. They would take a person's head thousands of miles away, like a scout. They were local officials, big and small, and they were fearless of snakes and scorpions.

It looked like this was the plan of these eight people.

The long-faced Beijing guest snorted and said, "This silver should be enough …" As for our identities, it's best that you don't know … Do you understand? "

How could Ren Chi still harrumph? After agreeing to Zhang Xuan's request, she bowed and took her leave.

He had no choice but to obey.

He woke his wife up from her bed and went back into the kitchen. Due to the lack of a house, he could only leave the three main rooms in his own house and squeeze his family into the buddhist hall at the back.

At least he had noticed the other side's predicament, so he didn't continue to be picky about it.

The distribution of the three rooms was that the 'Boss', who looked like a baby and had no beard on his lips, took one room for himself, while the remaining seven were allocated to the other two.

He was busy for a while, but it was only when he was ugly that he was finally able to calm down.

Before Ren Chi went to bed, he gave a long, bitter sigh to his wife and said, "I don't want this future either. After I send these bunch of old masters away, I'll resign and give up …"

Only then did Ren Chi blow the lamp to sleep.

It seemed too long a night for everyone in the Stone Pond Bay Inn.

Everyone seemed to have too much on their minds.

Thousand-Hands was naturally the one who had the most on his mind, feeling the most heartache. His family had been annihilated, and he couldn't get rid of his official position, so not only was he unable to rest, he had to be extra vigilant. Otherwise, if something went wrong on his errand, he wouldn't have his head on the line anymore.

Because of this, he had to be extra careful.

Of course, he had already investigated the matter of the eight High Scholars staying at the inn.

With his caution, he could not allow this inn to accept other guests no matter what. However, the result of his investigation was that due to the person's special identity, he did not dare to make a sound.

In the government, the habit was so strong that an officer's hat was enough to crush a person to death.

Both of them were officials, but the difference between an imperial official and a imperial official wasn't just like the difference between the official and official positions.

He could not afford to offend the legendary "silk-clothes" royal guard. He could only "stand on the side" and avoid them as much as possible. How could he dare to be unlucky?

In the fourth fragment of the night, Qin Zhao got up and went to the side room in the front yard.

However, he saw four official lanterns burning in the yard, and five of his companions, each holding a shiny steel knife, were stationed in four directions, guarding the head constable of Jinhua County, Zhang Ziyang, and old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang was sixty years old today, and the officials were not willing to leave him alone. Even at his age, he could not take off his uniform, which was also called helplessness.

He was very alert and had seen many different kinds of cases in the past few decades. In terms of martial arts, although he was not outstanding, he still had to talk about experience in handling cases. Among these people, he and his boss, Qin Zui, were the most experienced.

Qin Zhao had asked him to work late for the night because he was aware that he had to do so before anyone noticed him. It was not without reason.

Therefore, just as Qin Zhao stepped into the yard, two rattan racks made a creaking sound. A figure flashed in front of him, revealing Zhang Ziyang, who had a long, thin goatee.

"Thousand-hand Divine Catcher!" Qin Zhao was alarmed and quickly took a step back. Only then did he discover who it was and he couldn't help but slightly nod his head.

"Ziyang, is that you —?" Qin Zhao said.

"Skyblade!" Zhang Ziyang smiled and said, "So it's the boss. It's already so late, and you still haven't rested, why is that?"

"Ziyang." Qin Zhao called out his name, lightly sighing. "This is what you call being carefree and being disorderly when you're concerned …" How can I sleep? "

Zhang Ziyang smiled coldly and said, "I've already roughly seen the situation outside. There are quite a few people from the yamen, it's really hard to sneak in, so I can probably rest easy. But there's one thing, Chief, I don't know if you've noticed?"

After looking around, he continued, "…" "Esteemed guests have arrived at the inn …"

Qin Zhao suddenly blew lightly. "Shh …"

Zhang Ziyang also noticed it, and quickly shut up. He saw that at the entrance of the moon cave, there was a light coming from the backyard, followed by a figure. Following the light, the figure slowly walked out.

The man was wearing a blue robe and a long face. He was none other than the one from Beijing who had made such a big fuss in the early days.

Deep in the cold night, he purposely put a hat on his head. It was a unique style, soft and plastered on the scalp. The two ribbons on the back of his head fluttered in the wind.

The long-faced man walked in with a lantern in one hand and a long shirt in the other. The four officers who were in charge of sitting even faster immediately became alert.

The long-faced man had a pair of large, white eyes as he rolled around to face him. His face was full of disdain as he smiled. He spat on the ground with a "pu" sound and continued forward as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Thousand-Hands couldn't help but frown. He looked at the old constable from Jinhua, Zhang Ziyang, with a serious expression.

The two of them stood in the dark and were discovered by the other. However, they could clearly see the actions of the long-faced man.

Since Qin Zhao and Zhang Ziyang had both taken care of him before, the courtyard was strictly forbidden for outsiders to enter or leave. How could this constable — — How could Xie Yi, who wielded two arms, dare to be negligent? He then took three steps forward and blocked the long-faced man's path.

"Friend, what are you doing? This place has been ordered not to walk around as you please, please go back, please go back. " The constable quickly said.

Xie Yi had also heard that an important guest with a royal body had come to the inn, so he intentionally said the two words "please go back" as if he was holding back on his words.

However, these two words obviously didn't have the desired effect on this long-faced friend of his.

The long-faced man sneered: "What do I do? "Good question, I was just about to ask you, what do you do?"

Waving his hand, the long-faced man said, "Get out of my way, or else I won't feel bad."

When had he ever been in a position to serve in a public service such as this? He rolled his eyes and said angrily, "You little rascal, you're looking for trouble. Men don't want your tricks!"

As he spoke, this Xie Yi suddenly struck out with his palm, pushing it towards the long-faced man.

Seeing this, Zhang Ziyang frowned, "Not good …"

He was waiting for someone to stop him, but it was too late.

It turned out that the long-faced man's martial arts were not weak, he seemed to have been planning something bad for a long time. Xie Yi struck out with his full force, and with a flash, Xie Yi's left hand struck Xie Yi's palm with a poof.

"Brat, you really deserve a beating." The long-faced man said.

The long-faced man twisted his arm and threw Xie Yi out with a whoosh. The fall was a full ten feet away.

In front of him was a corner of a house that had been knocked over. Xie Yi's move made it difficult for him to avoid colliding head on with it. If he were to really collide with it, his life would be in danger.

Qin Zhao and Zhang Ziyang, who were in the dark, were shocked.

Skyblade Zhang Ziyang was further away, so he suddenly stopped and pounced forward like a tiger. His hands simultaneously swung outwards, grabbing Xie Yi by the waist as he lowered him down.

When the long-faced man saw this, he did not show any intention of retreating. He only looked in their direction as he coldly laughed.

Zhang Ziyang put down Xie Yi, pointed to the long-faced man across him, and said with a serious face, "You can't even rub your eyes into sand. What are you doing? Say it yourself, we won't take your trick. "

The long-faced man originally looked like an officer, not expecting to be yelled at like this in front of the other person, as if his weakness had been caught. He was shocked, his yellow brows splitting in two as he hatefully said, "Old brat, you have a lot of guts. You must have gotten tired of living, haven't you?"

Zhang Ziyang sneered and said, "We have met people from the royal family before, not people like you."

He paused, waved his right hand and said, "Take it down."

The four constables behind him had long since rushed forward and surrounded the long-faced man.

The long-faced man laughed maniacally and said, "Haha, you're rebelling."

As the words left his mouth, the lantern in his hand swung with a whooshing sound, striking right at the face of one of the constables.

With a 'kacha' sound, he split the lantern in half. The other three people saw the situation unfold, and without further ado, they shouted and brandished their blades from all directions at the same time, aiming to attack the long-faced man from head to toe.

The long-faced man wasn't weak. He suddenly sat down and quickly turned around. His right leg swept out like a tornado. With a "Putong" sound, he actually knocked down one of them.

He actually didn't want to give up his position. He had already thrown away the lantern in his hand. With a turn of his right hand, there was the sound of chains striking against each other. Suddenly, a shining snake bone chained spear appeared in his hand.

The soft blade had been hidden in his right wrist sleeve for a long time. He shook it and a silver star appeared on the spear. It then stabbed at the second constable's head.

The constable quickly dodged to the side and raised the steel blade in his hand. With a series of "hualala" sounds, he was wrapped tightly by the snake bone lance.

The long-faced man sneered. "Let go …"

As his snake bone spear was about to be twisted, the steel knife in the constable's hand flew out of his hand.

The four constables were still in the yamen. Although they were not chosen for the time being, they were still no match for the long-lidded man in front of them.

The long-faced man had finally gained the upper hand, and his killing intent rose abruptly. The snake bone spear was swung backwards, pointing to the east and west, and with a "puchi" sound, the snow-white snake-shaped spear tip had already pierced deeply into the chest of the constable who was in front.

Although Zhang Ziyang had ordered all the policemen to quickly come forward and capture the man, he did not have any scruples in his heart. If the man really was a bodyguard from the royal palace, then he would be in big trouble.

After witnessing the scene, he let out a shout from the bottom of his mouth as he suddenly leaped into the air and descended from the air. In his anxiousness, he hacked down fiercely with his Snow White Scaled Sword at the long-faced man's head.

The long-faced man let out a strange laugh and said, "Old man, hand over your life!"

The snake bone spear was raised, and with a clang, it flew straight towards the enemy's blade.

However, Zhang Ziyang had decades of experience with this saber, and it was not as easy to deal with as the previous constables.

As he pulled out the blade's momentum, the snake bone spear on his opponent's body was swept away.

Zhang Ziyang charged forward, stabbing the fish scale knife into the long-faced man's waist.

The remaining three constables watched as their companion was killed by the snake bone spear. They were afraid that the long-faced man would hate them to the bone.

The moment Zhang Ziyang joined the fray, their prestige was immediately raised. With a single shout, all the forces present fell into place.

Although the long-faced man's martial arts were not weak, he was still not the best of the best. However, he was still panicking. In just a few exchanges, he had been stabbed in the back of his shin and was bleeding profusely.

Zhang Ziyang was overjoyed, and was about to seize the opportunity to strike the opponent's lower body with the back of his blade and capture him alive, when he heard a voice from the wall behind him shouting out in anger, "Good brat, you're bullying the weak with your numbers."

"Chi …" With a "peng" sound, a human figure pounced in front of him, revealing another man dressed in the same outfit as the long-faced man.

The man wielded a weapon in both his hands. It was an Emei sword. One sword was long while the other short. Once it was thrown out, it was like a sudden rain as it hacked down on each person's body.

Zhang Ziyang had no choice but to withdraw his saber. Once the two sides came into contact, they began to fight.

Thousand-Hands was currently standing in the dark. Upon seeing this situation, he realized that the situation wasn't good.