“A good dog stays out of the way!”

An unkind voice sounded outside the door, the local dog lying there was kicked away, and three burly men walked into the lobby one after another.

The leader looked a bit vicious, and he didn't care about the proprietress and the waiter. He directed his subordinates to fetch drinks and bowls and chopsticks with ease, and sat in the middle of the lobby.

Zhao An glanced at the three of them and ignored them. He tore off a small piece of mutton and put it gently into his mouth. The taste of delicious food made Zhao An a little happy.

When the proprietress saw this, she wasn't angry, but she smiled at Zhao An with a somewhat embarrassed expression. Zhao An shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip of Shao Knife.

The proprietress looked at the three of them, held a jar of burning knives, walked up to them, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, how come you have time to bring two brothers to my shop today to support you?"

The person called Brother Zhang, whose real name is Zhang Cheng, is a member of the Bei League. He usually likes the wine and roasted whole lamb in the proprietress's inn.

Zhang Cheng picked up the wine bowl, drank it with a big gulp, and burped happily, "Mrs. Boss, don't I miss you? Come and see you, it will save you from getting mad and screaming in the middle of the night."

After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter. The two subordinates following him were also the two new younger brothers that Zhang Cheng had recently accepted. Today he came here to take them to taste the food and wine here.

In recent days, something big has happened in the Northern League. The young leader of the Northern League has disappeared. Along with the young leader, there are also the four ghosts of the Northern League who are known as the guards of the young leader.

After hearing this, the landlady's face was a little angry, and she wanted to curse the three of them, but when the words came to her lips, she held them back, turned her face, changed her expression, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, this is

What you said is wrong, you must be hungry for the mutton from our store."

The man called Brother Zhang laughed loudly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air, "Yes, yes, I'm greedy for meat."

The landlady calmed down her mood a little, then backed away with a smile.

When Zhang Cheng saw the proprietress walking out, he stopped teasing her and began to look at the inn, and at a glance he saw Zhao An sitting there.

Dressed in white, he is extremely conspicuous. The most important thing is that he looks extremely handsome.

Zhang Cheng was a little unhappy now. Normally, he disliked these handsome young men the most, and would hit every one he saw. Anyway, the Northern Alliance was becoming more powerful, and few people could compete with them.

In fact, the most important thing is that Zhang Cheng has an uncle who serves as the deputy leader of the Northern League. It can be said that he is less powerful than one person and more powerful than ten thousand people.

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhao An and said, "Boy, where are you from? Quickly take out your identity documents."

Zhao An just picked up the wine glass and laughed. He found it a little funny that someone in Youzhou dared to check his identity. You must know that Youzhou, Liangzhou, and Qingzhou are all under the rule of his adoptive father.

The nominal Crown Prince of Liang can also be said to be the second heir.

Zhao An took out the document from his arms and threw it to Zhang Cheng.

After Zhang Cheng picked it up, he looked at the records on it and asked, "Are you from Liangzhou?"

Zhao An nodded, "Yes, he is from Liangzhou."

"Then why did you come to Youzhou?"

Zhao An thought for a while, then tore off a piece of meat from the roasted whole lamb and put it in his mouth, "I'm just here for fun, is it illegal?"

Zhang Cheng grinned. This boy spoke in a leisurely manner, and was not at all nervous about being interrogated. Looking at his clothes, he was probably a child of a big family. He was out traveling, but he couldn't afford to offend him.

Zhang Cheng is not stupid. He has survived to this day and holds a position as a minor leader in the Northern League. How can he be a fool?

Throw the document to Zhao

An, Zhang Cheng is not planning to cause any more trouble. He came here today to look for the young leader nearby.

Being a little hungry on the way, Zhang Chengcai thought of the roasted whole lamb here, plus he wanted to establish his majesty in front of his new little brother, so he came here.

Zhao An took the document, put it gently into his arms, stood up and walked to the table for three people. Zhang Cheng picked up the wine bowl and was about to drink when he saw Zhao An standing next to him. He was startled for a moment, and then asked

Said: "Boy, do you have something?"

Zhao An smiled and patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, "I would like to ask, which government office are you from?"

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly, feeling a little confused as to why Zhao An would ask such a question. He was from Beimeng, and Beimeng was just a martial arts sect, so naturally it was not a government agency under the Ming Dynasty.

"What, is there something wrong with your kid?"

Zhao An shook his head slightly, touched the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, lowered his head, and said with a smile: "There is indeed something. I remember that now only the government offices of the Ming Dynasty can question and inspect passers-by.

Document, so I want to ask about your identity."

Zhang Cheng inadvertently touched the long knife on his waist with his right hand, "Are you looking for trouble?"

Zhao An returned to his table, picked up the long halberd on the table, and drew a spear in the air. "It's a good way to find trouble. In this way, I will kill you, so you won't have any worries."

Zhang Cheng yelled, kicked the table over, and pulled out the long knife from his waist, "Boy, think about it, this is on the border of Youzhou, outside Qingshan City."

Zhang Cheng is not a fool. The reason why he is willing to say so much is because Zhang Cheng feels that the man in white in front of him is not simple. He cannot be just a rich man traveling around the world. But outside Qingshan City, Zhang Cheng does not feel that way.

I'm afraid, after all, everyone who comes here will give the Bei League a thumbs-down. Back then, King Liang had all spent some time in the Bei League.

Zhao An knew that the purpose of Zhang Cheng's words was to move out of the mountains of Beimen behind him, so that Zhao An would be afraid and would not dare to kill them at will.

But coincidentally, Zhao An is not afraid of Bei Meng behind Zhang Cheng. Apart from his adoptive father, there is no one he cares about in Youzhou.

So what about Northern Alliance!

"Three moves."

After Zhao An finished speaking, he flashed his figure, picked up Zhang Cheng with a gun, and knocked him out of the door. He fell to the door of the inn, and Zhang Cheng didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

The remaining two people looked at each other and ran away instantly, but how could they possibly outrun Xue Zhongqing.

The two fell down one after another. Zhao An stood on the spot, picked up a rag on the ground, wiped off the blood on Xue Zhongqing, took out a long cloth from his arms, removed Xue Zhongqing's gun head, and put it down.

into it.

"Lady boss, stop hiding and come out."

The proprietress walked out tremblingly from behind the counter. She didn't know what to say for a moment. She was a woman, and she had never seen such a bloody scene.

"Sir, why did you kill them? What should I do? If someone from the Northern Alliance comes, how can I explain it? Why is my life so miserable?"

Zhao An didn't reveal the woman's little thoughts, he just asked himself to give an explanation.

"Don't worry, boss lady, no one dares to cause trouble for you. I killed three of them today just casually. Beimen has lived too comfortably these years."

The landlady only knew that her inn could no longer be opened, and now her mind was full of thoughts on how to deal with this matter, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a solution.

"Friend, can I ask you a favor?"

Zhao An did not go to comfort the landlady, but turned around and looked at Wang Yi who was standing on the second floor holding a wine gourd and said.

Wang Yi didn't speak, just stood there, waiting

The following is written by Zhao An.

"The people from the government will come to clean up here soon, but I'm afraid that the people from the government will bully the wife of the boss. Can this brother tell the truth to the wife of the boss? It was me, Zhao An, who killed this person."

Wang Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the guy below who claimed to be Zhao An.

Zhao An, the adopted son of King Liang, the commander-in-chief of the Liangzhou Cavalry, the god of war in white, and the grand master of martial arts. All kinds of information about Zhao An poured out in Wang Yi's mind.

Of course, Wang Yi did not doubt Zhao An's identity. It seemed that no one in the Ming Dynasty dared to fake the name of this white-robed military god. He couldn't do it with a stick of green in the snow.

"Okay, but why should I help you?"

Wang Yi took a sip of wine and his face turned a little rosy. Even though Wang Yi drank so much, he was still a little drunk after drinking so much wine in succession.

Five people suddenly rushed in at the door of the inn. They were all wearing armor and had a murderous aura about them. They went straight to the table where Zhao An was sitting, picked up the jars to burn knives and left. Zhao An looked at it with a smile.

With one glance at Wang Yi, he followed them and left.

Wang Yi walked down the second floor and came to the lobby. He helped the proprietress who was slumped on the ground and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, from now on, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

The landlady wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, but she didn't take Wang Yi's words to heart, "I'm destined to be a good inn, but now I can't keep it open, so I might as well hurry up and explain my funeral arrangements now."

Wang Yi stopped the proprietress. With Zhao An, there was no need to do this. "The proprietress doesn't believe what I said? How about you wait a moment and see what the officials say?"

The proprietress sat on a chair, looking at the presence of the old god Wang Yi, and she was also doubtful. But now, besides waiting for the government officials to come, what else could she do.

"Skinny man, don't hide behind and pretend to be dead, hurry up and report the case to the government."

The waiter who was hiding behind the counter quietly exposed his head and glanced at the landlady, then he said yes and hurried out.

Wang Si had long heard the noise outside, opened the door gently, stood on tiptoes, jumped his little head over the railing, and looked at everything downstairs.

Wang Yi turned around and said, "Go back to your room and don't come out."

Wang Si also saw the bloody scene. He was a little frightened and sat down on the ground. However, after Wang Yi said this, he got up and ran back to his room quickly. Wang Yi watched

A glance at the door of Li Changming's room revealed no movement. It seemed that such a fight did not wake up the drunk Li Changming.

Sitting with him in the lobby, the landlady started to vomit constantly. The smell of blood was still a bit uncomfortable for such a womanly family. Wang Yi was fine. Compared with the scenes in the Jinyiwei Prison, everything was still good now.

The officials came very quickly and followed the waiter to the store. After briefly understanding the situation, they left with the three corpses without saying who they would arrest or hold accountable.

This surprised the boss lady. It seemed that what the man in white said before was true.

Naturally, Wang Yi didn't need to waste any time explaining anything to the landlady.

Wang Yi was convinced of Zhao An's identity. Someone must have said something behind the scenes when the government acted like this.

When something like this happened, the landlady decided to close the hotel for a few days to get rid of bad luck. However, she did not drive Wang Yi and others out of the inn, but allowed them to stay in peace.

Wang Yi doesn't care. He will leave here at dawn tomorrow, separate from Li Changming and Wang Si, and go to Qingshan City alone to find a way to enter the Northern League.
Chapter completed!