The cold wind was still howling outside the window.
Inside the window, there weren't many guests on a snowy winter day.
At this time, there was only one guest in the entire tavern, Shang Li.
In fact, he never took off his bamboo hat to protect himself from the wind and snow, and wore a large gray cloth robe to cover his whole body, because he did not want to reveal his identity at all. For him, exposing his identity would be a very troublesome thing.
But even so, he was still accurately sniped in this tavern. .
"Since the head of Shang knows our origins, why do we still drink this cup of poisonous tea?" the waiter said.
Shang Li smiled softly: "Didn't I say it before? When others earnestly persuade me to drink something, I can't resist their kind words."
"That's why I made that vow not to drink twenty years ago."
"But if you don't persuade me to drink wine but instead persuade me to drink tea, then you won't even be able to find the reason for your final refusal."
The waiter laughed loudly and said: "I didn't expect that the dignified leader of Huashan would be such an indecisive and good old man. It's really unexpected."
"So if you die here today, it will be considered a well-deserved death."
Shang Li held his head. Indeed, a strong sense of sleepiness and numbness spread throughout his body.
Mengluo is one of the most overbearing and terrifying anesthetics in the Luo religion. Its meaning is the snare in dreams, and it is a drug that can make people fall asleep and fall into a snare without knowing it.
Originally, the waiter planned to serve Shang Li well and then take Shang Li away without anyone noticing.
But I never expected that this little old man would drink the medicated tea first, and then destroy their medicine and legs.
To be honest, after decades of working in the industry, I have never seen such strange requests and people.
"Of course I don't want to die, little old man." Shang Li sat on the chair and smiled: "But how about at least letting me be a sensible person before I die?"
"How did you find out my whereabouts? And why did you go to all the trouble to plan my death here."
"Honestly speaking, although Huashan is indeed very close to your Luo Sect, for more than ten years it has been a matter of course. Even if Elder Ning died in the Middle-earth some time ago, I don't have much to do with it, little old man."
"If that's the case, why do you want to do this to harm me?"
The waiter sneered: "Actually, Master Shang's heart is like a bright mirror, so why bother asking me?"
"But since the leader is so knowledgeable, it saves us a lot of effort. In this case, what if we let the leader Shang be a sensible person?"
"In the final analysis, don't let that bastard kill our Dharma Protector!" The waiter gritted his teeth and said, "That's why the leader decided to let you, the Central Plains Wulin, pay back ten times."
How about repaying it ten times?
Ding Kuyu himself would never come to Middle-earth and put himself in danger under any circumstances.
Since he doesn't come, he can only use all the backhands and secrets arranged by Luo Jiao in the middle-earth.
Of course Liu Pingye is one of them, but a man like Ding Kuyu will undoubtedly not put all his eggs in one basket.
"I see." Shang Li sighed: "Then I will go down the mountain?"
If Shang Li is still in Huashan, it is like the Shaolin abbot is in Shaolin, and Ding Kuyu is in the Western Regions. He is an iron bucket that cannot be blown by the wind or wet by the rain. Even if he can infiltrate one or two disciples, what will happen to him? ?
But once the leader goes down the mountain, it is tantamount to saying that the tiger has fallen into the sky and the dragon is swimming in the shallows. The strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake, let alone the local snake who has worked hard.
"But I went down the mountain secretly, so how do you know the trajectory of my actions?" Shang Li continued to ask.
He sat motionless in his chair and seemed to have no strength to even stand up.
"Master Shang is really smart and confused for a while." The waiter smiled nonchalantly: "I, Luo Jiao, have millions of disciples, just like Ning Huaiyuan was able to sneak into Huashan. He is in a high position and dare not say it, but he has many informants. It was so easy, as soon as the leader came down from the mountain, someone sent a letter."
"What's more, the fact that Fang Buie wants to challenge the leader has also spread all over the world. If Fang Biez doesn't go to Huashan, the leader Shang will naturally not make a special trip down the mountain to accept the challenge."
"But everyone in the world knows that Master Shang owes Fang Bi a big favor. This time he was challenged by Fang Bi, and it is inevitable to repay this favor. So many people estimate that Master Shang will go down the mountain secretly. If the two prove it, we only need to go on the road. Just wait and wait.”
"The leader said that since you, the Central Plains Martial Arts, killed our Dharma Protector King, you will have to pay ten times the price, otherwise you will bully our Luo Jiao!"
"Now that Bai Qian, the dean of Egret Academy, has conferred the title, the second one will of course be you as the head of Huashan."
"Next, no matter it is Guo Juxia from the Six Gates or whoever is the culprit, they will all accept Luo Jiao's angry flames of revenge, knowing that you understand the high price to pay for daring to provoke Luo Jiao. "
Shang Li sighed: "In this case, I will understand everything."
Saying this, Shang Li looked at the note sent by the white pigeon on the table: "I didn't plan to sharpen it before, but the Beehive sent me a letter, and I happened to not bring rice or other food. , so I took the liberty to sit here for a while.”
The waiter laughed loudly: "Master Shang, are you saying that the hive has harmed you?"
Shang Li shook his head quietly and looked at the confident man in front of him: "Don't you want to see what is written on this piece of paper?"
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"This trip down the mountain from Shangli is destined to not be smooth." Xue Ling faced the red candle and said quietly to Shang Jiuge: "Shu Qing is dead, and Luo Jiao is like a crazy dog now. No doubt there will be bites all over the place.”
"And if Shang Li goes down the mountain, he will definitely become the target of public criticism."
"It doesn't matter." Shang Jiuge smiled: "He is a senior brother."
Mom, wasn’t it that I was the target of public criticism when I came down the mountain? Didn’t I come back intact?
What's more, he is still my senior brother.
Shang Jiuge is really full of confidence.
"Luo Jiao is best at calculating with intention and without intention. If he really concentrates on dealing with Shang Li, then even the head of Shang will probably make a mistake if he thinks too much." Xue Ling said slowly: "Besides, Jiuge, you and Jiu Ge After all, the weight of Shangli is still different."
When Shang Jiuge came down from the mountain, there were indeed many people who were eyeing the girl who was known as the number one in the martial arts world in the future and started to take action one after another. But to put it bluntly, most people borrowed the white gloves of Hive, and He Ping happened to be sheltering Hive. , so it is said that Shang Jiuge was almost safe.
Moreover, the biggest crisis Shang Jiuge encountered was the unexpected encounter with Hei Wu. At that stage, Hei Wu basically crushed Shang Jiuge, causing Xue Ling to run away with Shang Jiuge for a long time. .
Therefore, Shang Jiuge is full of self-confidence, and a large part of it is honey self-confidence.
"Then what should we do?" Shang Jiuge looked at Xue Ling, his eyes clear and bright: "I can't go pick up my senior brother."
Although in fact, if it was a problem that Shang Li couldn't handle, adding Shang Jiuge would probably be useless.
"It's okay." Xue Ling looked at Shang Jiuge: "I have already sent a carrier pigeon."
"If you find any trace of Shang Li, send him a letter as soon as possible."
"Ah?" Shang Jiuge didn't expect that the honeycomb could be used in this way.
"Can you find it as soon as possible?"
"Of course no problem." Xue Ling smiled.
"This is a beehive."
"Wherever there are people, there are bees."
"Otherwise, that person wouldn't be so obsessed with the hive."
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The waiter picked up the blank piece of paper with disbelief.
He did not suspect that the white paper was fraudulent. After all, Shang Li did not have time to do anything with the white paper, not to mention that Shang Li had just picked it up and read it.
It contains some latest information, which most waiters already know, such as Guo Juxia going to Yingtian Mansion, Fang Bian appearing at Bailu Academy, Liu Ping assassinating his mentor Bai Qian at night, and Bai Qian passing away at Bailu Academy.
Of course, these are all earth-shattering events, and they can be considered within the scope of hive group messaging.
But——the waiter looked at the last line of the white paper.
It was a line of small characters written in ink.
The font is beautiful and clear.
"There are many plots along the way, so please be careful."
The waiter was suddenly startled.
In other words, when Shang Li read this blank piece of paper, he had already raised his vigilance to the extreme.
So why did he calmly drink this bowl of hot tea with added ingredients?
Could it be that the reason is that he is not very good at rejecting others and wants to drink a cup of hot tea to warm himself up when the weather is cold?
A liar, right?
If he was not good at rejecting others, how did he become the leader of Huashan?
Could it be that he couldn't refuse the hospitality at the elders' meeting, so he became the leader of Huashan?
Although it is said that because of its age, there seems to be no way to verify this.
He couldn't help but take a step back.
"What are you afraid of?" Shang Li smiled, still sitting on the chair. "Could it be that you are so unsure of your Monroe?"
"You saw me drink it with your own eyes, and I can't show you any tricks?"
Even though Shang Li said this, the waiter still didn't feel relaxed at all.
Monroe is of course trustworthy, but the more gentle and trustworthy the person in front of him is, the more he feels uncomfortable.
I am not a character who can have intimate conversations with others.
"Anyway, I'm getting more and more worried, so I'll ask the boss to die first." The waiter said this and slapped Shang Li with his palm.
In front of the wind of his palm, Shang Lilian and the others smoothly moved back a foot with the table, just avoiding the inevitable palm from the waiter.
The waiter was startled and looked at Shang Li in disbelief.
At this time, Shang Li should not even be able to move his toes. How could he still use his internal strength so flexibly?
He couldn't help but focus on the ground, and saw a puddle of water stains on the ground where the chair was just now.
"What is this?" the waiter murmured in disbelief.
Seeing that the gang was betrayed, Shang Li had no choice but to show his cards.
No more pretending.
He stood up from the chair and stretched out two fingers towards the waiter, and saw gurgling water slowly emerging between the two fingers.
Although it was weak, it definitely couldn't be described as sweaty.
"I'm so sorry." Shang Li looked at the waiter: "Because I have never liked drinking, so I just learned to be biased."
"You can force out alcohol with this trick, so you can also force out Munro's poison, but no one must have warned you about this."
Shang Li said calmly: "Because almost all the people who have seen this trick, except for my former drinking buddies, have died."
The waiter took a step back, then ran away.
Shang Li quietly drew his sword and waved it casually.
Climb the stairs.
The sword light rising from the bottom up was like climbing a building, spiraling straight up, instantly splitting the escaping waiter in two from bottom to top, and splitting the entire back half of the restaurant with it.
Snowflakes fell from the roof.
And Shang Li also saw the scene in the restaurant's kitchen.
Yes, Shang Li asked before, is it possible that there is only one waiter in such a big restaurant?
The answer is of course yes.
At least in this huge restaurant, apart from Shang Li, there is only one other person left alive: the waiter.
In the back kitchen of the hotel, seven or eight still warm corpses were piled up.
Among these corpses are guests, chefs, waiters, and accountants.
In short, because of the impending arrival of Shang Li, they have all died.
So this is the Jianghu. After the coat of seemingly heroic and heroic tenderness is peeled off, only the naked predatory of the weak and the indignity of human life are left.
"I am sorry."
Shang Li looked at the corpses and bowed slightly: "In such a cold weather, I'm afraid no one will collect the corpses for you for a long time."
Before Shang Li finished speaking, several black shadows emerged from every corner of the restaurant that had been split apart.
They did not attack Shangli, but fled into the distance in unison.
Facing this unscathed No. 7 in the world, they all knew that they had no chance of winning.
Only by escaping can there be a chance of survival.
Shang Li shook his head: "I still have a sword in my hand."
Saying this, he pointed out several swords at the fleeing people.
Plum blossoms.
The flecks of sword energy accurately penetrated the chests of those who escaped. They fell in the snow, and the red blood flowing out of the wounds dyed the white snow red.
Just like scattered plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
Shang Li finally walked over step by step, picked up the corpses that fell on the ground one by one, and put them back into the restaurant. After pouring wine and grease on them, a raging fire ignited in the wind and snow. .
Whether it's good or bad, Shang Li's descent from the mountain always represents all kinds of troubles.
He couldn't choose not to go down this mountain because of these troubles.
Because whether you go down or not, the mountain will always be here.
Outside the burning restaurant, black smoke rose into the sky along with the flames.
Shang Li was still wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, and continued to step forward slowly in the snow.
"Next time, don't stay in the hotel."
