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There was a "Immortal Cloud Inn" not too far away from the main house. There were two streets separating it from the main house. The Immortal Cloud Inn had a reputation of being a century-old shop. Legend has it that the number one martial artist of the past, Duan Qingfeng, had once worked hard here to make him famous in the martial arts world.

As the news spread, it had slowly developed into the leader of Jinling City's tavern. Thus, all the martial artists that passed through Jinling, regardless of status, rich or poor, all stayed here. They all felt honored to see the remnants of the former dynasty's heroes.

At this moment, it was already night time. The Immortal Cloud Inn was already full. Most of the guests were martial artists who had come to watch the competition caused by the number one beauty of the martial arts world, Tian Xin'er.

The waiter of the inn busied himself with being called back and forth by these valiant men. After finally getting a moment of leisure, he hung up a packed notice board and was about to close the door of the inn.

Outside the gate, a magnificent carriage with a high horse suddenly pulled up. The driver, surprisingly, was a tall, thin, horse-faced, grey-robed Daoist. His cheeks were as thin as a monkey's, but his body was puffed up with anger and he had an extremely angry look.

The waiter hurriedly walked out of the store and bowed in greeting. He said, "The store is full. Please find another place to rest."

The old Daoist's eyes lit up when he heard this. He turned his head and said gloatingly to the carriage, "Damned monk, I've let you eat and drink to your heart's content. Now there's no place to stay. Let's see if you can continue being arrogant."

The curtain on the window was lifted and something was thrown out. It fell with a "dang" sound, scaring the waiter. On closer look, the shock was not small, it was actually a pure gold ingot.

A loud voice came from inside the car and said, "Waiter, please go inside and inform the guests that we would like to have the best room with 10 taels of gold as compensation for the loss of this gold ingot. In addition, we will reward you handsomely for what you have accomplished! "

The waiter was suddenly stunned. He had been hanging out in the inn for a long time and had seen many rich and powerful people in his life. However, it was the first time that someone as generous as him, who had acted tonight, had seen it. For a moment, he did not know what to do.

At this time, someone in the main hall looked through the half-open door at the grey robed elder sitting on the carriage and shouted: "Green City's Daoist Yuan!"

This person had a loud voice that could be heard by everyone in the hall. The group of martial artists who were originally enjoying their binge drinking suddenly stopped drinking and looked towards the outside of the shop in unison. The chaotic restaurant immediately quieted down.

From the door of the carriage, a bald, middle-aged man wearing a brocade red robe with golden hair tied around his waist and round boots stepped down. Leng Ding could not help but be filled with a sense of wealth.

Everyone in the hall immediately cried out in alarm, "Grandmaster Dog Meat!"

The red-robed man saluted in all four directions and said in a clear voice, "Good heroes, we meet again." "However, at this moment, our family is still vulgar, and this is true for our common name, Wang Song. I hope all heroes do not address us as master anymore, and we thank you for that."

Daoist Master Yuan jumped out of the car, picked up the gold ingot and put it into his pocket. He rolled his eyes at him and said, "Monk Wang, don't be so long-winded. This house is full, go look elsewhere."

"Daoist Priest Yuan, how many times have I told you this? Don't be too stingy, we have money now, why did you pick up the gold to buy a room? Isn't this slapping my face? " Wang Song's eyebrows were high and his eyes were wide. His tone was filled with disdain.

Old Daoist Yuan fiercely glared at him, while a few strands of grey hair beneath his jaw trembled. He was truly infuriated. This poor monk had been showing off in Jin'ling City for more than half a day. Spending thousands of taels of silver without a care in the world was not enough.

Old Daoist Yuan had been holding his breath for the whole day, watching as his banknotes were exchanged for gold, the restaurants were filled with meat and wine, silk villas were replaced with brocade clothing and luxurious clothing, and the markets were bustling with activity as they bought horses and cars. He had wanted to teach this monk a lesson a long time ago, but at this moment, he could not take it anymore, he raised his leg and kicked him.

Wang Song laughed. He leaned to the side and shouted loudly into the shop, "We are willing to offer ten taels of gold. I wonder which hero is willing to give us a good room to rest in?"

A few men immediately rushed out of the store. The man at the front said, "We brothers have a few rooms, and we'll give one to Grandmaster Dog Meat …" Then, recalling Wang Song's vulgar words, he immediately changed his tone and said, "Let Great Hero Wang and Daoist Priest rest. That is our honor, and gold is not to be taken."

Old Daoist Yuan's gloomy horse face revealed a smile, cupped his fist and said: "Thank you so much everyone, how may I address you guys?"

The man was flattered and hurriedly said, "I won't trouble you to ask. My name is Gao, and all my friends in the martial arts world call me Gao. The seven sabers of Taihang are my brothers."

Old Yuan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that he had never heard of this title before. It was most likely that this person was someone who was not up to standard in the martial arts world. However, since the other party had given away the best room for free, he could not afford to be impolite in the first place. "Oh," he said, "I've heard a lot about you."

Wang Song looked at him and said angrily, "What do you mean, 'I've been seeing you for a long time'? Old Ma, you like to take advantage of me. " Reaching into his pocket, he took out a gold ingot and casually said, "My family has never been used to being helped by others. Please accept this 10 taels of gold."

Boss Gao waved his hands and said in unison, "I don't dare!"

In the rejecting room, more people rushed out of the store, bowing to the two of them one after another. Everyone was talking animatedly. There were many who were willing to let go of the room for free.

Wang Song was covered in brocade and his face was glowing red. He laughed and said, "Awesome, very good. Everyone, please be so courteous and straightforward. He waved his hand and called out to the waiter, putting the gold in his hand and saying loudly, "Today, all of the wine in the hall will be taken into account by us. As for the rest, use it as payment for your hard work, if you don't have enough, come and ask us for it."

The crowd suddenly expressed their thanks. Old Daoist Yuan was so angry that the roots of his teeth were hurting. This monk had been like this all day. As long as he took out some gold, he would not stop until he found a way to spend it.

Seeing that everyone was surrounding Wang Song as they entered the shop, he could only sigh helplessly. Seeing Boss Gao standing by his side in fear, he said angrily, "I wonder which room is this, may I trouble Hero Gao to lead the way?"

The brothers chased after Bai Dalong. Two of them were killed by Murong Duoduo outside the small hotel while only three of the seven brothers were left. The three of them could not find the other two brothers, and guessed that their younger brothers were probably in trouble. The red and black duo had killed two people on the eighth floor.

Later on, when they heard that Gao Yu had captured Tian Xin'er, they had mixed together with the other heroes and witnessed Gao Yu's defeat and how he was willing to serve as a servant. Then, looking at the unusual friendship between the Red and Black Sword, Tie Qingyi and the Beggar's Gang, how could they dare to seek revenge? However, the whereabouts of their brothers were unknown. The few of them couldn't just leave and wait for the right opportunity to make their move.

Boss Gao knew that Monk Dog Meat and Daoist Yuan were both senior martial artists, so he did not dare to be negligent. With great respect, he led Old Daoist Yuan to the upper room and carefully closed the door. Then, he took two steps back before limping down the stairs.

Old Daoist Yuan sat in front of the table and took a sip of cold tea. He then heard the loud laughter of Monk Dog Meat and the flattery from the others from the hall downstairs. He could not help but lament in his heart, "Damned Monk, could it be that he has entered the world to cultivate? The old Taoist is getting more and more confused! "

He got up and walked to the window. He opened the window and thought back to the past few days. It could be said that he had been through many different experiences and experiences in the martial arts world in the past few decades.

The window looked out onto the back courtyard of the restaurant. There was a small courtyard, and a thatched hut stood by itself. It looked like the house of a horse. The garden in the courtyard was like a brocade garden, and it was arranged in a neat and tidy manner. However, it did not seem like the residence of a vulgar servant.

The grass hut's windows were covered in a thin curtain of brocade. Looking through the thin curtain, one could see a scholar sitting in front of the table, reading a book. There was a candle on the table, and the scholar's figure was reflected on the curtain. A sword could be vaguely seen hanging by his waist.

The figure at the other end of the table seemed to be a woman. She held a teapot in her hand as she sipped on tea in the teacup in front of the scholar. Their silhouettes were reflected on the muslin curtain. Compared to the bustling and bustling in the hall, there was an odd sense of tranquility and elegance.

While Old Daoist Yuan was secretly amazed, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door and knocked on the door a few times. The waiter said, "Reporting to the Dao Lord, I have come to deliver some food and wine to you."

Old Daoist Yuan looked at the rather bountiful dishes and wine and felt slightly comforted in his heart. The monk was still worried about him. It seemed that Tian Liang was still alive. The waiter said good night and was about to leave.

Old Daoist Yuan pulled him, pointed at the courtyard below and asked, "Second Brother, I have come to ask you, where is the place below?"

That waiter had received benefits from others. Although after getting rid of the shopkeeper's detention, only a small amount was left, he didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. He was afraid that he would offend the God of Fortune if he wasn't careful.

Immediately, he replied respectfully, "Reporting to Lord, I heard that the store was passed down from mouth to mouth. The courtyard below is the place where the legendary Young Hero Duan lived when he was young, one hundred years ago. According to what the old shopkeeper said, he also heard from his ancestors that this small courtyard had been reserved for a mysterious person for an unknown date and date. It has been a hundred or so years since then, and every ten years, there would be someone who would give him a contract for him to use for the maintenance and cleaning of the house. "

"Oh?" Old Daoist Yuan was surprised, "There's actually such a thing? However, he had never heard of the legends of the martial arts world. This Penniless Priest would like to ask you, do you know who is staying in the small courtyard right now? "

The waiter said, "This one doesn't know, but I heard that these two guests are a young man and a young woman. It was said that all the guests in this small courtyard would be personally received by the shopkeeper. Only after verification of the command token would they be able to enter. Otherwise, even if someone had piled up a mountain of gold and silver, the shopkeeper would not be doing business with the outside world. "

Old Daoist Yuan was puzzled and waved his hand to signal the waiter to step back down. Standing at the window and looking at the thatched cottage, the moonlight was as clear as water. Within the thatched cottage, a candle flame had already been extinguished. Under the hazy night sky, a person could be seen standing behind the curtain.

The old Daoist Yuan suddenly felt his heart tremble. That person's gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if it had penetrated through the curtain, the yard space and directly stabbed into the old Daoist Yuan's chest.

Old Daoist Yuan took two steps back in shock. He did not know why he had such a hallucination with his absolute art. Calming himself down, he went to the window again. The window of the house slowly closed. The gentle breeze blew against the window upstairs, making it creak and rustle. He could hear the laughter and clamoring from the hall downstairs.

Old Daoist Yuan laughed at himself and thought to himself, "If it is not deep into the night at this time, I can personally pay a visit to the guests in the small courtyard." After making up his mind, the first thing he did when he woke up the next day was to go to the small courtyard and see what kind of person he was. He sat at the table and poured himself a cup of wine, which he had just drunk.

Wang Song staggered in through the door. His entire body reeked of alcohol, and his red brocade robe was extremely eye-catching against the candlelight. He giggled and said, "Old Ma, you stole the wine by yourself and didn't wait for me?"

The old Daoist Yuan ignored him and continued eating and drinking. Wang Song did not take off his clothes and fell on the bed. He shouted, "Awesome! "Awesome!" He shouted several times as he stared at the ceiling of the tent. He quieted down with an intoxicated look on his face. He was immersed in the indulgence of the day as if he was enjoying the aftertaste of it.

Old Daoist Yuan ate his meal slowly. After he finished eating, he walked to the window and quietly looked down at the thatched cottage. His heart was filled with doubts. Suddenly, a strange sound entered his ears. Old Daoist Yuan turned his head and said, "Monk Wang, there's something strange!"

Wang Song suddenly jumped up. His phoenix eyes lit up and his speed was very fast. He was no longer drunk or staggering as he asked, "Is someone fighting?"

The two listened attentively. In the deep darkness of the night, there was a kind of bell sound that was faintly discernible. At the same time, there seemed to be someone shouting at them. The sound was faint, and people with shallow cultivation were unable to distinguish it.

The two of them looked at each other and jumped out of the window. The Broken Steps in the Void and the "Spatial Compression Technique" were two of the world's two great skills. Under the moonlight, two figures flashed and crossed a street, flying straight to the steward's manor following the sound of the footsteps. Before he could get close, the bell rang rapidly, shaking his soul.

Old Yuan and Wang Song's expression changed at the same time. Wang Song frowned: "Ghost Bell?"

The two of them climbed over a few walls. From afar, Old Daoist Yuan could see the numerous figures in the hall. A long sword was flashing with red light as it rushed forward. He cried out, "It's Sect Leader Gu of the Bloodsword Sect."

Just at this moment, Gu Qishao's sword stabbed into the demonic corpse girl's left arm. Old Daoist Yuan's lightness skills had reached their limits, and he quickly pulled Gu Qishao away, avoiding the demonic corpse girl's fatal grab.

Gu Qishao was startled and calmed down a little. He was overjoyed. "Daoist Priest?"

He waved his hand to knock down a demon corpse maiden and said in a deep voice, "Careful, Sect Leader Gu. The demon corpse has returned to the martial world, and it is no small matter. Let us not be too polite first. This old Taoist is going to start a massacre."