Fulai Inn is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. No one would have thought that someone would open an inn waiter originally thought that the owner probably had money but nowhere to spend it, so he opened such a lonely and deserted shop here in order to seek some illusory so-called loneliness and inspiration, and to align himself with the ancient literati and poets. However, the owner does not understand that loneliness and solitude are the norm in life and do not depend on where you are or what you are doing. Anyway, the owner, like the guests, only comes to the store a few times a year, so the waiter gradually becomes the owner here, taking care of everything from the kitchen to the lobby. This is more or less a career, although it is boring, it is stable. Perhaps I had some good luck today, as four tables in the Fulai Inn were filled with people, leaving only a few tables in the corners empty. Each of these guests was tall and mighty, with murderous expressions and weapons on their bodies, but they did not seem to be difficult to serve, because they just drank and ate meat quietly without saying a word, as if they were waiting for someone. The waiter just felt bored and yawned while leaning on the counter. After a while, the curtain was lifted from the outside, and the wind and snow squeezed into the room, hitting the waiter all over his body and face, making him shudder. The waiter looked up with dissatisfaction and his eyes widened. Because he clearly saw a man wearing summer clothes and with a head full of white snow walking into the store.
"Oh, my friend, have you lost your way? You wouldn't dare dress like this even in the house on such a snowy day." Ren Qi ignored him and said coldly: "Heat up a pot of wine and cut some snacks." "Only yak." "Two pounds." Ren Qi sat down at a table in the corner. The snow melted and white steam came out on his shoulders. People at several tables turned their eyes over intentionally or unintentionally, looking at Ren Qi. Ren Qi poured himself some tea, served himself, and took the chopsticks out of the bamboo tube. The waiter brought two pounds of meat and two pounds of liquor, using a large plate and a wobbly copper wine jug to take up the entire tabletop. "Use it slowly." Before he could roll up his sleeves, Ren Qi had already started to eat voraciously. He ate very quickly but not slowly, and hardly let any meat drop onto the table or wine spill from the glass. After a while, Ren Qi wiped his mouth and called out again, "Give me another pound of meat." "coming!" The waiter was about to go forward with the meat, but a sturdy man grabbed his shoulder and said, "I'll take it, you go and have a rest." The man's words were polite, but his actions were irresistible. So the waiter could only nod, hoping that nothing would happen. The sturdy man put the meat on Ren Qi's table. Ren Qi didn't even raise his head, but just picked up the meat. "I have seen many swordsmen, traveling from north to south, but I have never seen anyone carrying six swords." "Because there's a nest of birds in the tree outside."
"What does it have to do with the birds in the trees if you carry as many swords as you can?" "Then what does it have to do with you if I bring a few swords?" The sturdy man was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "I know who you are." He glanced at the people around him who were staring at him eagerly, "In fact, everyone knows your identity." "So fast?" Ren Qi paused for a moment, then started eating again. “They figured it out.” The sturdy man pointed upwards and said, "For those immortals, they know everything about the past and the future, so we have been waiting for you here early today." "Have they calculated when you will die?" "No!" The strong man drew his sword. 呲! The sturdy man's head fell to the ground, but his hand was still on the sword and his body was staggering. Ren Qi looked at the food and wine on the table that had been stained with blood, frowned, and stood up. Looking around, he pointed at one of them. "Your robe is nice, but I wonder if it's warm?" "What does it have to do with you whether it's warm or not?" the man asked him back, imitating Ren Qi's tone. The others laughed. However, Ren Qi simply said: "The reason I care is because it will be mine soon." "you dare!" As the man's hand pressed on the sword, blood spurted out of his throat and he fell to the ground. The others couldn't sit still. Whether out of fear or anger, almost everyone stood up and drew their weapons. For a moment, the room was filled with the gleam of dazzling knives, making people's bones shiver. The first two times, no one saw clearly how Ren Qi drew the sword, and how he put away the sword after killing the man. It seemed that he just moved his hand slightly, and the man's head fell off and blood spurted out of his throat. However, this time, everyone clearly saw Ren Qi pull out a completely black sword. The sword was extremely dazzling, and it hurt people's eyes. Seeing that everyone was hesitant, Ren Qi had no choice but to urge them, "Come on, it doesn't matter who dies first or later, there's no need to push them around." After he said this, everyone rushed forward. Still unable to see clearly how to draw the sword, Ren Qi walked and just lightly pointed his hand, and someone hit his sword.
After a while, the bodies of the swordsmen and swordsmen were lying all over the house. There were only three people still breathing in the inn: Ren Qi, the waiter, and the young swordsman who was sitting at the table, pretending to drink and eat meat. He was wearing a conical hat and a green robe, and he just sat there swinging his chopsticks. However, there was nothing in the bowl, so the chopsticks just hit the edge of the bowl, making an unpleasant sound. Ren Qi glanced at the corpses on the ground. Their clothes were covered in blood, including the robe he had just set his eyes on, which had become dirty and shabby. "Find me some clean clothes." Ren Qi ordered. The young swordsman immediately dropped his chopsticks, took out a nearly new pink cotton robe from the package, held it in both hands, and didn't know whether to move forward or put it down. Ren Qi didn't bother to be polite with him. He put down his sword, took the cotton robe, put it on, and found that it fit him perfectly. Then he sat down, picked up the wine jug beside him, and used the wine in it to wash the blood stains on the sword. "Killing is easy, just a matter of a flick of the sword, but cleaning and polishing the sword is a troublesome matter. Even if you hold a high position and have many people under you, you cannot rely on others to wash your sword. If you hand your sword to someone else, it is equivalent to letting someone else hold your life in their hands." Ren Qi said to himself, “More than seven years ago, when I was stranded here alone, I left in a hurry and didn’t take much money with me. Soon I was reduced to only these six swords. If someone asks me, I won’t sell it. However, I did not clean my swords, and finally one day, when I drew them, they were covered with rust, and that was when I woke up." The young swordsman had no idea what Ren Qi meant by saying this, he just felt that he was probably going to die. Ren Qi took another piece of cloth and wiped the sword carefully. "You have just started your apprenticeship not long ago, right?" "Two months, including the journey here." The young swordsman was a little surprised, "Can you tell fortunes?" "I can't. But I know that young swordsmen who are just starting out usually dress like this." The young swordsman could only smile, not knowing how to refute, nor daring to refute. "Tell me, who asked you to come?" Ren Qi took the plate of meat handed over by the waiter, picked out a piece that looked good, and put it into his mouth. "Tell me everything." "Actually, I came here for the two hundred bucks." The young swordsman smiled bitterly, "The one who summoned us here is a man called One-Eyed Dragon. Maybe all the people in the world who are blind in one eye have this nickname. But this is true. It was this man who summoned me here. Pay half of the deposit first, and pay for your own travel, food and accommodation. After you get married... I will collect the other half." "It's really a business that eats people without leaving any bones." Ren Qi sneered, "That person probably took more than half of the commission."
"I'm not sure about that." The young swordsman smiled. “So, you don’t know the above.” Ren Qi pointed upwards, "You have nothing to do with them?" "Not at all." The young swordsman shook his head. "I just do things for money. I work for whoever pays me." "Immoral?" "That's what I wanted to say." He sighed and said, "But in this world, people who are moralistic can't survive." "Then you are not stupid. Remember, good people and bad people can survive, but stupid people can't." Ren Qi swallowed the last piece of meat and wiped his hands on the dead man's clothes. "you can go now." "Walk?" The young swordsman was stunned for a moment, "You want to let me go?" "I'm not letting you go, I'm just too lazy to kill you." The young swordsman stood up and left. Ren Qi really didn't do anything, he just let him leave. "The young man dropped his sword," the waiter reminded. "It doesn't matter." Ren Qi said calmly: "He won't be able to use this sword anymore." “Isn’t this a pity?” The waiter sat down and sighed, "The young knight put down his sword as soon as he entered the martial arts world." "Isn't this a good thing?" Ren Qi said: "For one person to become famous, it often requires a hundred people to sacrifice their lives for it. It would be good for both himself and others if he wakes up sooner." "I don't think so." The waiter shook his head. "So, that's why you pointed the gun at me?" Under the counter, the waiter was holding a short-barreled musket, his finger on the trigger. "I didn't open this shop just to kill you, but I just heard from that young swordsman that your head is very valuable, so I'm sorry." "What are you sorry about?"
Ren Qi raised his hand, and the waiter immediately pulled the trigger, but he only pulled the trigger. He didn't know when the firing mechanism had been grabbed by Ren Qi and clamped between two fingers. "So fast." he exclaimed. Then the waiter looked bitter again and asked Ren Qi: "Let me go?" "It can't be done." "At least I didn't poison the food and wine. Instead, I fought you in an upright manner. For this courage, shouldn't you let me go, just like you let that young swordsman go?" Ren Qi sneered, "Before I told you to let the young swordsman go, you didn't even think of pointing a gun at me, so you have nothing to apologize for, because you really want to die." 呲! The waiter's pupils suddenly shrank, and he slumped over the table as if he was drunk, with a trigger stuck in his throat. Thus, Ren Qi was the only one left in the inn. But he didn't plan to leave, he just changed the table and continued drinking. After drinking another pound of wine, the curtain was opened again, and the wind and snow poured into the already cold and deserted room. The person who came in was a man who was about the same age as Ren Qi, with a handsome face, and looked quite mature and noble. He also carried a sword, the hilt of which was inlaid with jade, which contrasted beautifully with the two jade rings on his fingers. Ren Qi vaguely remembered this person. Once in a government office in Jiangnan, this person pleaded for the people and beat the drum at the gate of the yamen so loudly that it shook the sky. Dong Shuang, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Jiangnan. Dong Shuang gently lowered the curtain, not looking down on it because it was crude and made by a countryman. "Leng Yu Ren Qi, we meet again." Dong Shuang bowed. Ren Qi didn't return the gift, but just sat there and glanced at him, "How much money did you get?" "I didn't collect any money, I just wanted to get rid of the evil for the people." "People from harm?" Ren Qi sneered, "Why do you people always have to find a high-sounding reason, either for justice or for the greater good, otherwise it seems that you can't kill people. Can't you just be more straightforward, like me, and kill whenever you want?" "This is what makes us different from the imperial court's lackeys, because we value morality, kill less, kill carefully, or even not kill at all." Dong Shuang frowned, "Leng Yu, you are no longer a master of the imperial court. I heard seven years ago that you betrayed the imperial court and fled from Yujing with seven of the world's fastest swords. Since then, your whereabouts have been unknown." "It's not me who betrayed the court, it's the court that betrayed me." Ren Qi took a sip of wine, "But it doesn't matter, it's all the same." Dong Shuang nodded, "I came here today not only to kill you, but also to persuade you." "Advise me?" Ren Qi looked at him, "You want to kill me, I can understand, because if you don't kill me, I will kill you, but what are you trying to persuade me to do? Join you in the rebellion?"
"No, I'm advising you to turn back." Dong Shuang said solemnly: "Xiandu is the foundation of Jiuzhou and represents the Jiuzhou Daotong. Although I am not a Taoist, I cannot watch you destroy the Taoist tradition of Jiuzhou. This is probably what every conscientious person in the world should do. I want you to stop and turn back." “I have no grudge against Xiandu, and Xiandu didn’t block my way, but it did hinder my friend, so I stepped in to help him with a small favor, that’s all. As for your advice and persuasion, you said it very well.” Ren Qi stood up and held down a green sword. Jade Prince Dong Shuang knew that when a man like Ren Qi held down his weapon, he had no intention of retracting his sword. Just like his nickname Leng Yu, this man has a heart of stone and never cares about his own life or the lives of others. The only thing he was curious about was how Ren Qi had friends? However, Dong Shuang had no time to think for the moment, because Ren Qi was urging him to draw his sword with murderous intent. Dong Shuang drew his sword and stabbed Ren Qi. Ren Qi just waited for him to stab with the sword, and when the tip of the sword was about to touch the tip of his nose, Ren Qi finally unsheathed the sword. hum! The green sword was unsheathed and intercepted Yu Langjun's sword in mid-flight. Then, before Yu Langjun could change his moves, the green sword pierced into his chest like lightning. "I thought I was wasting my time in these seven years, but I didn't expect you to be almost the same. Are you only concerned with upholding justice?" Ren Qi shook the sword to the side, shook off the blood, and finally walked out of the inn. Looking up, the immortals were looming behind the clouds. (End of this chapter)