The eyes of the three men fell on a man dressed in gray coarse cloth, with a large cupola tail tied at the back of his head, and the piece on his head was shaved down until the middle of his head looked thirty-seven or eighteen years old.

His features were quite upright, except for a long scar that stretched from the right corner of his forehead to the left lip. The expression of the Japanese is calm, without the fierce aura of ordinary Japanese criminals, there are some sideburns between the cheeks, and there are only some beards on the chin, and the chin is as hard as a rock, and the face is vicissitudes.

He had two knives stuck at his waist, one long and one short, the scabbards looked very ordinary, the trousers were cuffed to the knees, the calves were covered with yellow sand, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

The man crossed his legs, closed his eyes and sat in a corner of the inn, Zhi Yue Yuan stopped, ignoring what was happening in the inn, and that quiet and awe-inspiring momentum was inadvertently emanated, although he did not puff up any internal breath, but everyone present knew that this was a real master.

The fat man glanced at the wolf, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Although I have never seen this man make a move on this road, and he has not even said more than five words, I believe that his martial arts are the highest in this inn now." ”

Gui Gongzi nodded: "I also agree with this, I have heard a little about Fusang martial arts, which was passed from the Tang hand and Mo sword technique in the Tang Dynasty, and was adapted by them in actual combat, and the shot was ruthless, leaving no room for error." Look at this person, just like the legendary wolf, silent, but if he kills someone, he won't blink his eyelids, I really don't know when the wolf will meet such a person and become a friend. ”

The Taoist smiled slightly: "We should believe in the character of the wolf, if it is really the kind of wolf who does all the evil in the legend, burns and kills the lewd and plundered the wolf, presumably the wolf will not be friends with him, there may not be no good people in the wolf, maybe this is one of them." ”

The fat man looked at the wolf again, and said with a smile: "Maybe it was hired by the wolf, this guy should have made a lot of money in the past two years, and it's not surprising to hire an Oriental master." Hey, if this guy is reliable, I'll hire him as a bodyguard for the caravan when I return to the Central Plains. ”

The Taoist shook his head: "Brother Qian, I advise you not to fight this idea, this is a widow, if you want to be in the Central Plains, you are not afraid that you will be accused of being a widow?" ”

A look of disappointment flashed on the fat man's face, and he laughed instead: "Just let him change that hairstyle." He didn't have the word "彽寇" written on his face. ”

The widow in the corner suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the fat man's table, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, he opened his mouth, with a thick nasal voice, his voice was like gold and iron, and he said in a low voice: "I am not a wolf, I am a samurai, I don't take money." ”

The three of them were taken aback by his actions, and they couldn't speak for a while, and even Yang Qionghua, who was leaning against the door and looking out, was attracted by his words and looked over.

Today, Yang Qionghua's face is not veiled, although it is described as a little haggard, but it is still difficult to hide that peerless appearance, except for the fat man and the other three people and this Oriental ronin who does not open his eyes, Hannaji's two-colored eyes have hardly left her face.

There are two people in the same place as Yang Qionghua, one is a monk in his thirties, black and thin, looking a little wooden, wearing a monk's robe in tatters, and his appearance is thick eyebrows and big eyes, revealing a roughness, the most eye-catching thing is the two eyebrows, at least twice as many as ordinary people's eyebrows, and much denser than ordinary people's beards.

The person sitting on the side is a ruddy-faced, tall old man with a sixtieth birthday, wearing a sheepskin jacket, a small braid tied at the back of his head, his hair is white, his ears are big, and his palms are much larger than others, and the thick calluses in the palms of his hands, as well as the color of his palms that have become a little blackened, clearly show that this person is a master of the rivers and lakes with a pair of iron palms.

Although the two of them were sitting at the same table with Yang Qionghua, they didn't squint, they just drank wine by themselves, and they didn't even say much.

The fat man was the first to react, and haha smiled: "Mr. Samurai, I didn't like what I said and offended the honorable driver, don't take it to heart." I was just kidding, in fact, all six of us are friends invited by Sky Wolf, and none of us must have come for money! I don't know your name all the way, I don't know if I can see you? ”

The Oriental samurai looked the fat man up and down, nodded, and burst out of his mouth a sentence: "Yanagi Yuba, after I came to you, I will change my name to Xiongbaten." ”

The fat man let out an "oh" and solemnly arched his hand to him: "In the next money Guanglai, Guanglai Qianzhuang those three words." Everybody knows each other, hehe. ”

The Taoist smiled slightly, and also saluted to the majestic sky: "In Xia Pei Wenyuan, the people on the rivers and lakes call the cloth clothes gods. ”

And the noble prince replied coldly: "In Xia Ouyang Ke, a person from the Western Regions, he is just a nobody in the Central Plains. ”

The thick-eyed monk suddenly laughed: "Ganzhou hero, you are not a nobody, the poor monk also went to the conference you held back then." ”

Ouyang Ke nodded: "Don't worry about the master, the name of Ganzhou Daxia was wiped out with the White Camel Villa more than ten years ago, and now I am just a living dead." Don't mention the past. ”

The thick-eyed monk shook his head: "Don't worry about this name is no longer in this world, Ouyang Shijie, if you just want to be that nihilistic son now, the poor monk naturally has no opinion, but the poor monk has already changed his name to the carefree monk now, don't worry about this name, don't mention it in the future!" ”

The fat man Qian Guanglai smiled: "Master Worry-free, you said that you don't worry about changing to worry-free, what's the difference?" Isn't it the same? ”

Wuwu still shook his head: "It's different, there are many differences, I didn't worry about it before because I didn't need to worry about it, I didn't think about it, but now, there are too many troubles, just ignore it, and I don't have to worry about it." ”

Taoist Pei Wenyuan clapped his hands and laughed: "Good name, good Zen machine, worry-free, poor Dao really envy you, you can be so free and easy." ”

Wuwu smiled bitterly: "Daochang Pei doesn't have to be so humble, you and I know the roots, I didn't know the taste of sorrow when I was young, and now I have tasted the ups and downs of the world, and I can only give some names to talk about self-deprecation." ”

The iron-clad old man, who had never spoken, suddenly opened his mouth: "If you talk about the ups and downs of the world, the joys and sorrows of the world, are these people here together comparable to the wolf?" ”