Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's eyes were suddenly stunned, he didn't expect their reaction to be so big, and he was still hostile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For a moment, he neither dared to retreat nor stepped forward, so he could only stare at them blankly.

They didn't speak, they just stared at him as if time had stood still, and the firewood made a "popping" sound.

The cold and solemn atmosphere did not change because of the sound of the fire.

Zhuo Yifan felt very embarrassed, frowned his eyebrows, and wanted to clap his hands to ease the atmosphere.

The idea is good, but it often falls short of the desired effect.

As soon as he patted it, those people suddenly pulled out the swords in their hands and brushed them at Zhuo Yifan.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's brows almost jumped, and he hurriedly explained: "Hey, bosses, the younger brother is just passing by, so he doesn't need to use his sword like this." ”

Anyway, a smirk on their faces, as a gesture of goodwill.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan like this, among the three walked out a white-bearded old man, who was over sixty years old, not only his beard was white, but even his eyebrows were white.

He looked Zhuo Yifan up and down, and seeing that Zhuo Yifan didn't have a weapon, the old man asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here so late?"

Zhuo Yifan saw the old man, who looked kind, so he smiled at him, and then replied: "It's just a hurry, just because the night is late, it is not suitable to rush again, and I saw that there is a wood fire here, so I came to spend the night." ”

The man next to the old man snorted coldly and said sharply: "You said that you are in a hurry, and we are not three-year-old children, who are you fooling?"

Seeing that the man didn't believe it, Zhuo Yifan smiled all over his face, and said helplessly: "Why should I lie to you? ”

Another man beside the old man stepped forward and smiled lightly: "Aren't you afraid of being alone so late and not bringing weapons yet?"

Zhuo Yifan smiled and said, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but I don't know martial arts, and I don't know how to use swords." ”

The man smiled and nodded to a young man beside him.

Seeing this, the young man also nodded back.

"Huh!"

Hearing a sound, the young man suddenly rushed over, and with a wave of his hands, he grabbed Zhuo Yifan's shoulders.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's face was shocked, and he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Help, what do you want to do?" and grabbed both hands at the same time.

The young man turned a deaf ear, and with a push of his hands, he lifted Zhuo Yifan up and threw him out.

"Bang!"

Zhuo Yifan fell to the ground in response and fell into the dust fiercely, choking him and coughing.

The young man had no intention of stopping at all, went up and ran two steps further, grabbed Zhuo Yifan on the ground, and hit Zhuo Yifan in the chest with another heavy punch, and the food that Zhuo Yifan ate in the inn was also beaten out, spraying the young man's face.

The young man wiped the foreign object on his face, and just wanted to hit Zhuo Yifan, who was rolling on the ground again, the man next to the old man suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

The young man stopped, turned around and returned to the back of the man, leaving only Zhuo Yifan who was still rolling in hilarious clothes in the distance.

The man looked at the old man and the other man, and both of them nodded in unison.

Then the man walked to Zhuo Yifan's side, leaned down to help Zhuo Yifan sit up, and smiled at him: "I'm sorry! Little brother, I didn't expect you to really don't know martial arts." ”

Zhuo Yifan covered his stomach and said angrily: "Tell you no, you still let people beat me, what do you mean?"

The man smiled again and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, we also have our difficulties, forgive me." ”

After speaking, he got up and left, Zhuo Yifan looked at his back, annoyed.

After a while, a few people came and put Zhuo Yifan in a corner, a distance of fourteen or fifteen meters away from them.

Watching them fight themselves, Zhuo Yifan resisted and shouted: "After you beat me, what do you want to do?

They kept silent, put him in a corner, and lit a fire for him, and the young man who beat him said to him, "Stay here honestly, you boy, and don't run around! ”

Zhuo Yifan endured the pain and leaned against the wall and glared at him fiercely. He noticed that they were discussing something important around the fire, and because they were far away, he could only see the movements, and did not hear any sound, perhaps that was what kept him fourteen or fifteen meters away from them.

The white-bearded old man had been listening to the two men talking, and occasionally he would say a few words, but in comparison, he just said less than the two men.

The constantly beating fire slowly devoured the firewood, making a "crackling" sound, like a lullaby in the night, and it was a burst of hypnotic sleep.

Looking at the appearance of the three of them, Zhuo Yifan gradually lost his freshness and curiosity, and his eyes slowly darkened with the night.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of the breeze blowing the leaves, and a black shadow slightly larger than a bat swept across the night sky, although it was very quiet, but it still woke up the white-bearded old man beside the fire in the middle.

He suddenly grabbed the three-foot long sword beside him in his hand, his eyes were like a goshawk in the dark night, and he looked around with a fierce look, as if a hunter had discovered his prey, and the prey was hiding in the dark curtain around him.

He watched quietly, holding his breath, and the rest of the people did not notice it, and were still sleeping soundly in the night.

A white shadow curled up in the distance, he crossed his arms to his chest, his legs were arched, and Zhuo Yifan was also asleep.

Just when everything was quiet, the black shadow suddenly flew by like a swallow in the water, and it was not just a swallow.

The white-bearded old man's eyes suddenly widened, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly clenched, he picked up his white beard, suddenly jumped into the air, and shouted: "Who is coming, don't pretend to be a ghost here!"

Suddenly hearing the shouting, everyone woke up from their dreams, especially the two men, their eyes opened, like agile spirit rabbits, "swish", lifted the long sword next to him, and flew to the white-bearded old man.

Others looked around with sparkling eyes, and some looked at the old man and the two men, with nervous faces.

Everyone stood for a long time, but the occasion of more than a dozen people was as quiet as no one, only the sound of each other's breathing.

Zhuo Yifan, who was sleeping by the wall in the distance, was also awakened by the loud shout at this time, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and glanced casually, but saw the dozen or so people, standing like stakes, and motionless.

Looking closely, each of them is holding a sharp weapon in their hands, as if they are holding their own lives.

"Oh, what is this for?" Zhuo Yifan looked at everyone's appearance, and shrank back in fright.

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's voice, everyone didn't seem to be aware of his existence, and still stood intently.

Zhuo Yifan gradually saw them clearly, and saw that they were ignoring him, so he waved his right hand and sighed: "If you don't sleep at night, you are sick!"

Then he changed to a comfortable position, and then while sleeping, he muttered to himself: "If you are willing to stand guard for Lao Tzu, you can stand." ”。

Just as he was confused for a moment.

Suddenly, a strong wind blows, and the site of an old house with broken walls and ruins suddenly blows flowers flying in the sky, and the fragrance is overflowing.

This made Zhuo Yifan, who was half asleep, couldn't help but open his eyes and wondered: "Wow, why is it so fragrant!"