After reading "Miscellaneous Treatise on Phycophagocytic Diseases" for half an hour for Chen Zisheng, Ren Baqian left the Chen family shop and walked around the street to find a two-story restaurant, wanting to see the taste of the food in the restaurant here.

After so many days, I usually eat in the beast garden, so I basically have no chance to eat outside.

I saw a lot of people inside outside. Ren Baqianyi entered and it was quiet. There were several bald men on the table and all of them looked over.

There are also a few women with heroic looks.

They are all ordinary ancient tribesmen.

If ordinary people encounter this scene, their legs will probably be weak.

Think about it, if you enter a restaurant, there are all burly men with two or three hundred pounds, and they are bald, looking at you with a fierce look on your face. Most people will turn around and leave.

Ren Baqian has seen him many times in Dayao these days, and he is a little commonplace and doesn't care about it.

The others saw his official uniforms clearly and turned their heads and were fine, eating meat, chatting and laughing loudly, making them very lively.

Ren Baqian found a table in the corner and sat down. The light in front of him was dimming. A big man appeared in front of him: "Sir, what should I eat?"

Ren Baqian tilted his head and looked at the other person. His tone and expression didn't seem to ask you what you were eating, but it seemed to ask you how you wanted to die.

Sighing.

He was helpless with these people. Can he die with a smile?

"What's your specialty?"

"Sir, we are all good at everything. No one says it's delicious if you have eaten it." The big man said immediately.

Ren Baqian sighed again. In his ears, the big man said clearly: No one dared to say that it was not delicious if he had eaten it.

"Come on two specialty dishes and make a pot of wine." Ren Baqian said.

"Okay!" The man's expression and tone finally became a little more vivid, and he shouted to the back: "Two specialties, one pot of wine."

Ren Baqian was waiting for the dishes and was stopping the conversation around him. He didn't need to listen. Da Yaoren's loud voice made the voice automatically penetrate his mind. He couldn't help but listen.

What are the expensive grain noodles nowadays? Which village has fought with which village, which village has injured several people in hunting, and whose wife has seriously injured the man. It is no different from the common people in China.

At most, he is a bit rough-minded, irritable, fierce, stronger, more powerful, and fights with others when he has nothing to do. This way, Ren Baqian thinks the difference is quite big, but in essence it is indeed the same.

Of course, there are also people who scold businessmen from all over the world, which is expensive, salt, cloth, and fur, and no money is given at all.

Listening to these family matters, Ren Baqian suddenly felt that the world was much more vivid. Life should have been like this. It was full of family matters and calculating.

It is not as quiet, cold and solemn as the palace where you go in and out all day long.

The dishes were served soon, a plate of steamed lamb and a plate of sauce. I don’t know what to use. It was a bit spicy, but it covered up the mutton smell a lot and the taste was pretty good.

The other plate is a stewed fish, which is very simple to make, with only salt and something like ginger, but the fish is tender and delicious.

The wine is worse, the taste is light and turbid.

Ren Baqian sat there listening to the bustling surroundings, slowly ate half of the vegetables and drank all the wine, and felt a little drunk.

"Shopkeeper, check out." Ren Baqian shouted.

"Sir, eighty-year-old." The big man appeared in front of Ren Baqian again.

Ren Baqian took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the table: "No need to look for it."

"Thank you, sir." The big man grinned, his expression even more ferocious, but Ren Baqian felt very pleasant when he was slightly drunk.

He got up and left the restaurant. Ren Baqian Liudada walked towards the palace like a walk. Before he could even walk in front of the palace, he heard a loud noise in front of him, and then a loud laughter came.

"What happened again?" Ren Baqian was curious and quickened his pace.

When I was about to arrive at the square, I finally saw the scene ahead clearly.

It was dim around, but the square in front of the palace was brightly lit. More than 20 soldiers stood around holding torches, with two men and one woman in the middle. Opposite the three were a big man holding a long-handled sword in his hand, with leather armor hanging on his chest and left shoulder.

And the laughter was made by the big man holding a big knife.

The two men and one woman who were against him used long swords, but the women used a pair of short swords.

The three of them now obviously no longer cared about the soldiers around them, and focused all their attention on the big man in front of them.

"Take Long Wanli's corpse, and you have killed everyone. Why don't the corpse be taken away? We just want to take his corpse back!" The woman shouted with anger.

"Come on, let me try your skills. If I can use ten moves under my hands, I will let you leave. If I can kill me, I will take my corpse away, so that no one can seek revenge on you. If I can't handle ten moves, you can also bury them here." The big man laughed wildly with a knife.

"Keep your word? Who are you?" One of the men looked around the soldiers around and drank.

"I am the Central Army General of the Left Guard of the Imperial Palace. You can remember this name well." The big man shouted. "As for you three, I will report my name to me after you survive."

The three of them looked at each other, and it was difficult to deal with more than twenty soldiers around them, not to mention the general in front of them.

There is only one way in front of the three of them. Kill the general of the Zhonglang or hold on for ten moves under him, otherwise there will be no life tonight.

Ren Baqian saw it clearly from a distance and sighed in his heart. Why bother to come from thousands of miles to send people to their heads? Isn’t it good to live? Is it necessary to die?

"Let's consider whether you, the General of the Central Army, are so powerful." One of the men shouted loudly, and rushed towards the mountains and rivers. The light shone in the sky, like a flower blooming.

"Flower and embroidered legs." Shan Wanshui laughed loudly, and there was no other move. He held the end of the long sword and tweeted it over with his backhand. In the air, there was a brilliant sword light, sword shadows, and flowers, all of which were slashed.

The man was shocked when he saw this and quickly placed his sword in front of his chest.

"Clang"

The long sword broke with a sound.

"Zi Tao!" Another pair of men and women shouted angrily and rushed towards the mountains and rivers.

A bloody rain fell in the air, and the man was split in half in the air. As the two corpses fell to the ground, blood and internal organs fell to the ground.

Ren Baqian felt disgusting from afar, really disgusting. But this time the person came was really too bad. At this level, he came to Dayao Palace to grab Long Wanli's body, and once again let Ren Baqian confirm his opinion. It was really a long trip just to send his head off. Fortunately, there were three, and if there were two more, they could still get a five-kill tonight.

The mountains and rivers rushed towards each other with swords, and their movements were extremely fast. The sword light reflected the fire like lightning, flashing in the field.

The two of them knew they could not handle it, so they hid.

"The third move!" Shan Wanshui shouted loudly, slashed straight at the man closest with a knife, shattering a stone slab on the ground.

"Fourth move!" The hilt of the knife was slashing towards the woman who stabbed her with her two short swords. The woman felt her arm tremble when she touched the two swords, and her mouth was painful. The two swords were bounced away directly.
Chapter completed!