"I've seen your eighth uncle."

The monk said to Qian Zitong behind him.

"I've met the Eighth Master Uncle."

"A very good kid, I came from the south."

Of course, the Eighth Prince knew that he came from the south. He knew where everyone in the Heihe Festival came from. Here, there was never any unknown origin for him.

"The Qian family in Jiangnan..."

Qian Zitong didn't say anything more, and he was interrupted directly by the monk.

"I don't have to worry about this period. I will stay in Heiheji during the Chinese New Year this year and follow your rules."

"No problem. When will my second brother want to leave here and be able to do whatever he wants, I will no longer go to my elder brother's yard. I am also very busy here."

The monk left and left with his new disciple. His face was not very good. I don’t know if the previous sentence was wrong or the sarcastic sentence was not that obvious.

They did not go back like this, but went to the alley where Youfu Inn is located. Apart from some storefronts, there are inns, so there are many people living in summer.

"Master, since we have already gone to the Eighth Master Uncle, why did we leave directly? Moreover, judging from the Eighth Master Uncle, we don't mean to blame us."

Qian Zitong followed the monk and asked, and if he didn't understand, he asked, it was taught by the monk. This was never so casual in Jiangnan. He had to pay attention to many aspects before he could ask a question.

"Your eighth uncle has a very complicated heart. Among our brothers, only your master can see clearly. Only your third uncle can fight his martial arts. If you don't have a certain ability to be aware of your family, don't deal with such people."

Qian Zitong nodded and remembered these words deeply in his heart, but he never thought that his father, who had little power, had also said these words to him. It was just that he was thinking about being a hero and righteous person and how to leave that family, and he didn't remember a few words of his father.

"At this time, your senior brother has already gone to that street, and I don't know which street I have. He should have fought with those who want to challenge."

"Are we going to help?"

Qian Zitong seemed to have forgotten that his skills were not very good, but he was good at fighting spirit, or rather, he wanted to see his master perform his skills.

"What are we going to see if we need to carry him back. Who knows if the opponent this time will destroy him."

The monk did not have no confidence in Leng Xiaobai. Although he did not have Lu Yunqing's personal guidance, even that understanding was enough to do a lot of things, but his opponent was also very strong.

Where is Heiheji? No one here will be like the desperate people. What's more, there is never a single person here. What's the news from the black shop? Leng Xiaobai's two swords and sword intent are very similar to the one eight years ago.

"The eldest brother is very powerful, how could he need us to bring him back?"

"No matter how powerful a person is, he will be tired. You have to know that he is facing all the masters of Heiheji. He can only accept everyone's challenge. This is the news that came from the black store, which is what your eighth uncle said."

Every year when Heihe is concentrated, the black shop will not target a certain person. If they target a certain person, that person will definitely be the most concentrated thing for everyone. This matter will last for one to three months unless the person is not standing up.

Qian Zitong didn't ask, and he knew the rest of the matter, what kind of place is Heiheji. As a rookie in the world, he still knows some of the secrets.

When they arrived at Youfu Inn, Leng Xiaobai's body was covered with blood. This person who was supposed to sleep at home would become so embarrassed in such a short time, which made Qian Zitong unbelievable.

Heiheji has never lacked masters. There are those who kill one person in ten steps, and those who are red-eyed. There are countless thieves and those who are hoisted. There are only one thing that can drive them, that is, those who have enough money after ensuring their lives.

"You can rest for a while and be able to compete with five people in a row. This is not easy in itself. You can still be alive, not only because they are merciless, but your martial arts are not low."

The shopkeeper of Youfu Inn seems not as simple as it seems, as if there is another face under the wrinkles piled up.

Leng Xiaobai didn't say anything, the injuries on his body were not deep, and he would not bleed now. Apart from some pain between the flesh, there was no life-threatening danger.

He needs a lot of rest now, not because of the scars on his body, but because he is really tired when fighting with these people. Even after breakfast, he is a little unable to gain strength at this time.

What does it mean to not kill people? You just need to beat them to be disabled. Leng Xiaobai overestimated himself and underestimated the others. It was really interesting that these people could let him rest here for a while.

"You go and take care of your senior brother. In this state, we must carry him away. I don't want to carry him. If you want, I won't care at all."

The monk's words sounded a little puzzled. Qian Zitong still removed Leng Xiaobai's scarred side. There was nothing except a pot of water on the table. Qian Zitong thought that no one would take action at this time.

"Swish..."

A sword fell at Qian Zitong's feet. If Qian Zitong took another step forward, it would be unsuspectingly pierced by this sword. That feeling would definitely be unpleasant.

"Who are you and who sent you?"

The one who took action was the shopkeeper of Youfu Inn. The man who was sharp-tongued and profit-oriented from afar actually made a move at this time. Not to mention others, even Leng Xiaobai, whose eyes were narrowed into slits, didn't believe it.

"I am his junior brother. My master asked me to come and take care of him. He is seriously injured now."

Qian Zitong didn't hide anything. Even if it was said out loud, it wouldn't matter.

"He was not seriously injured and did not need a stranger to take care of him. You can go back and work with your master now. If you don't want to leave, you can stay here for the rest of your life."

The shopkeeper said mercilessly, and the sword in his hand was trembling, just like the street outside. Although there were not many people and there were no fallen leaves to set off the solemn aura, there were really many people here looking at Leng Xiaobai and waiting for Leng Xiaobai.

If he was really seriously injured, the people outside would no longer be sitting there all the time. Maybe they would rush out and fight each other.
Chapter completed!