The villain is being forced to whitewash again

At noon, a scorching sun hung in the sky, piercing the eyes sharply, and only scorched dust rolled up on the yellow-brown soil.

At this time, it was the busiest moment of Yunlai Inn, and guests from all walks of life filled up the few tables, chairs and benches one after another.

In this desolate wilderness where there are few people, the people who come here are all knight-errants, there are almost no ordinary ones, and some dare not make loud noises.

Who knows what kind of troubles will be caused in this corner where fish and dragons are mixed together if you don't pay attention.

The waiter in this inn was so busy running up and down that he didn't even have time to quench his thirst with a drink of water, but he didn't bother to shy away from the various people sitting here.

He took the cloth on his shoulders and wiped away the hot sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

With a sigh in my heart, I resigned myself to my fate and ran to the door first, pretending to greet another group of new guests with enthusiasm, otherwise my wife would have to be deducted if the boss saw it!

Suddenly, the waiter felt an inexplicable chill.

A second ago, it was obvious that he was sweating profusely from being so busy, but in this second, goosebumps appeared on his back as if he had a wronged ghost attached to him.

The air in the Yunlai Inn, after a second of dead silence, exploded like boiling water, almost hitting the tree fork.

"Why is it him!"

"Muning! It's Mu Ning, the swordsman ranked eighth on the list of martial arts masters!"

A person walked in from the door of the inn.

This person's face is handsome, but his eyes are cold, just by taking a look, the blood on his body will be frozen.

He kept walking, and everyone in the inn kept looking at his back.

The pace finally stopped, and Mu Ning stood in front of a table.

He stared, didn't say a word, didn't move a word.

Just standing here, as if he was going to stand here until the end of time, and someone wanted to kill or cut him, but he didn't bother to care about them.

What is wrong with this man?Coming straight in just to stand while others are eating, like a stupid big guy with no brains, even good-looking is not acceptable!

Ordinary people who don't know his identity probably muttered something when they saw this situation, shook their heads and turned back to continue eating noodles.

But everyone in Jianghu who knows his identity knows it.

Today, I am afraid I will see blood.

He was waiting, waiting for Qin Shi in front of him to put down the wine glass in his hand, turn his eyes straight, and look at him.

Three hours ago, Qin Shi had just walked down from the top of the mountain and hadn't eaten yet.

Just like that, being watched by all the people in the inn, he couldn't even put a mouthful of hot food into his mouth, so he could only pretend to be compelled by life expressionlessly, looking at the wine glass in his hand, which was slightly rippling wine.

For a moment, I really wanted to roll my eyes.

The wine in the glass reflects the face of the other party.

A ruthless swordsman, a... who makes people want to grab the other party's collar, shake it and cry: "Brother, what kind of grudge do you have with me? Is it because the food is not good enough or I look like an enemy who has cheated on you one after another?" !

Such a person is very difficult to get rid of. He will be loyal to the way of the sword, fight with his life, and force you to show ten-tenths of your strength, even if you lose one point.

The wine glass was not placed on the table, but Qin Shi opened his mouth.

His tone was very flat, as if he was asking how the weather is today, but Mu Ning's pupils tightened for a moment.

"Your sword, not bad."

Of course, the sword is a good sword, it cuts hairs and cuts rocks like mud, even a layman can't help admiring them when they see it.

But the sword in the scabbard is like looking at things from a distance, how can it be so sure?

Qin Shi's casual words made Mu Ning feel awe of him.

And here, Qin Shi, who inexplicably increased the favorability of the other party, said lightly: "Do you want to compete with me?"

Mu Ning only said one word, one word, which expressed his intention and revealed his determination.

"Yes!"

Qin Shi asked, "Why?"

Mu Ning said again, with few words, "I need an opponent!"

Qin Shi sighed, "The sword must be more powerful than life for you, and the same is true for your opponent."

Mu Ning didn't speak.

There is no need for words to admit this kind of thing. There is no one in this world who is so obsessed with swordsmanship like him, and dares to embark on a road that only leads to death.

This is worthy of respect.

People can't help but want to grab his shoulders, find a place where yellow leaves are flying, and fight to the death under the dead tree at dusk as written in the storybook, which is a bit romantic.

The wine glass was finally placed on the table, and Mu Ning's eyes lit up. He had been waiting too long for the opponent to make a move.

But Qin Shi didn't move.

"Adversaries are not determined by wishful thinking. Only an opponent who respects the way of the sword is worthy of being called an opponent."

Mu Ning nodded.

If you were an ordinary person, no matter how much nonsense you talk about, just go up and hack at 21. Anyway, you will either die or live.

But in his heart this kind of thing is extremely important.

It is so important that before a duel with someone, one has to meditate for three days to wash away distracting thoughts, bathe and change clothes without eating or drinking, so that one can come to fight.

His eyes said clearly, "What do I need to do to prove it?" Qin Shi replied.

He said flatly: "If your sword and I fell into the river at the same time, you can only save one, who do you choose to save?"

"...!"

Hearing this sentence of changing characters is enough to make all the men in the world scratch their heads and scratch their heads. They can't understand it for the rest of their lives. They just want to scold the goddamn guy who first proposed it.

Mu Ning's pupils shrank for a moment, and his hand on the scabbard froze immediately.

At this moment, like all the hard-working men in the world, he felt that his indestructible values ​​of life had suffered a devastating blow of [-] points.

When saving Qin, he betrayed his own sword.

A qualified swordsman should regard the sword as his life.

If he saves the sword, he will lose his rival.

For a swordsman, if he can't even find his opponent in this life, it means that he is on the way to improve his swordsmanship, which is simply unbearable for him.

Mu Ning was in a predicament, he had a hard time making a choice, and he couldn't find a way to get the best of both worlds.

I couldn't help being afraid of this, the opponent didn't even make a move, and defeated myself!

As expected of such a person, his ideological realm is really different from that of ordinary people like them!I, from the very beginning, was a complete loser...

After a long silence, he said, "I will prove it to you!"

Mu Ning left.

Looking at the resolute back who didn't look back, Qin Shi was expressionless on the surface, but in fact he was very moved and wanted to shake the small handkerchief, hoping that the other party would never come back.

God knows, what will happen after agreeing to the challenge, Long Aotian's protagonist's aura includes heartthrob.

After going out for a walk, a plaque was smashed down, and seven out of ten were younger brothers who never changed their minds.

Serving tea and water, doing laundry and cooking, the caring little padded jacket is still easy to say, and it is the truth in the world that you can't wait to take your heart out.

You don't need to think about it, if you just say that the bed is a little cold, there will definitely be younger brothers rushing up to warm his bed!

That scene... He couldn't help shivering, it was quite terrifying.

Fortunately... now my charm is not so strong that this kind of humanoid self-propelled aphrodisiac...

He picked up his glass and comforted himself a little.

A person sat down at the table alone, "Jun Lang, let's make friends?"

"..." Qin Shi almost spat out with a puff.

But the person in front of him was not at all embarrassed, with a smile on his face, as if he was looking at the kindest, most beautiful, and most admirable person in the world, making it impossible to get angry with him.

Those two eyes are looking at you, you can't say no, even if you know this guy is a jerk and doing jerk things, you still have no choice.

Qin Shi looked at this man.

The other party greeted the waiter in the inn and served some good dishes and a jar of green bamboo leaves, and naturally praised the inn's food and wine.

If he didn't want to maintain Long Aotian's personality, he would really like to pay a respect to himself who is still calm, and to the other party whose face is as thick as a city wall.

It really made him wonder, did this person spend all his money on drinking, so he came to his table to drink with the excuse of inviting him to be friends?

The next moment, Qin Shi stretched out his hand.

He took the wine glass in the opponent's hand, and mercilessly poured all the Zhuyeqing inside to the ground.

"This is the best bamboo leaf green! I haven't even had a sip yet!"

Watching the good wine spilled on the ground, Liu Linlin's expression was quite painful, his thick skin made people speechless.

Qin Shi said coldly: "If you want to be a dead person, you can just drink it."

Only then did Liu Linlin notice that the green bamboo leaves on the ground corroded the ground and smoke came out.

This is actually a glass of poisoned wine!

The waiter next to him was so frightened that he almost lost his wits.

He waved his hands tremblingly, and stammered to explain: "It's not me! It's not me who poisoned you!"

Qin Shi said, "Of course you didn't do it."

Liu Linlin stopped laughing.

He is an immature young man with a pair of smiling eyes.

But when you don't smile, a slight, hidden coldness will emerge between the brows, the wrath of the emperor, the feeling of laying down millions of corpses will be strong and scary, making people feel stressed.

He said in a deep voice, "Who poisoned that?"

Qin Shi said calmly as if nothing had happened: "We have to ask the guests at the front table."

Liu Linlin reacted instantly.

But the person who reacted faster than him had already picked up the food and drink, turned over and jumped out of the window on the second floor, jumped onto the horse that came out from nowhere, and disappeared in the streets and alleys in the blink of an eye.

Holding a piece of rag torn from his sleeve in his hand, Liu Linlin looked a little embarrassed.

His lightness kungfu has always been very good, but now he stumbled, which really insulted his usual boast.

I also think about who is going to harm him, remember...but what I care most about is another matter.

"How did you know there was poison in the wine?"

Qin Shi picked up the glass of ordinary wine that he hadn't drunk before, and thought lightly in his heart, I'm just guessing, do you believe it?juvenile?