If anyone's to blame, it's this pretty boy who blocked Grandpa Song's hand!
As the fist came down, Yun Shou didn't care at all; he knew someone would try to stop him.
Li Qinghe, who was on the outermost side, hesitated slightly, unsure of how to deal with this troublesome barbarian.
Should we kill him outright and leave him with a complete corpse, or dump him on the street, or smash him into a bloody mist and turn him into dust?
In the instant he hesitated, the sound of a sword rang out.
A beam of white sword light suddenly appeared, faster than Song Ditian's punch, and pierced into his back with lightning speed!
The sword light pierced through his back, tearing through his flesh like a piece of paper, pulverizing his heart, and at the same time, the sword energy spread along his limbs and meridians, instantly severing all his meridians and breaking all his bones!
Like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade collapsing, it crashed backward with a thunderous roar, its hundreds of pounds of weight causing Yun Shou to feel a slight tremor beneath his feet.
Of course, that's because he was close by, only two or three meters away, so the whole building didn't shake.
Yun Shou: "..."
Someone just stepped in to help?
Li Qinghe: "..."
That sword energy just now was my original Tai'a Sword Technique.
The four people at the table turned their heads at the same time. What they had in common was that none of them paid attention to the corpse that had just fallen on the ground, nor were they surprised by Song Ditian's sudden death.
A middle-aged woman limped over, coldly looking at the lifeless corpse on the ground: "We, the disciples of Tai'a, cannot tolerate such petty scoundrels who commit violence and harm!"
The surrounding NPCs exclaimed: "They're actually from the Tai'a Sword Sect!" "No wonder they dared to attack Black-Haired Overlord!" "Luckily, a master from Tai'a intervened, otherwise those four would have been in serious trouble!"
The middle-aged woman, with an air of superiority, turned and ordered her two disciples to drag the corpse away so as not to spoil other people's appetites.
Then he turned to Yun Shou and said, “Brother Jianghu, we forgot to bring any money with us on this trip. I wonder if we could… mooch a meal?”
The surrounding NPCs exclaimed: "That kid's got some serious luck!" "Yeah, right! He got his life saved and now he gets to treat a member of the prestigious Tai'a Sword Sect to a meal. He'll have something to brag about later!" "Even putting aside other factors, he's already been saved, so it wouldn't be too much to treat him to a meal, let alone a meal?"
Yun Shou was silent for ten seconds: "One hundred taels for the meal."
The middle-aged woman reached out to the two disciples who had returned after disposing of the body. One of the disciples took out the corresponding amount of gold and silver from his money bag and handed it to Yun Shou through the middle-aged woman.
Yun Shou weighed the item in his hand and then stuffed it into his personal space. His cultivation level of 30,000 Heavens was not only a numerical increase, but his skill bar also surged to a terrifying level.
"Then bring yourself a chair to sit on."
"good!"
The middle-aged woman readily nodded, picked up a wooden chair and some bowls and chopsticks from the side, sat down comfortably, and reached for a piece of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.
Snap!
Her chopsticks were knocked away halfway through.
The middle-aged woman was taken aback, then looked up and glared angrily at the man in blue who had slapped her chopsticks away: "The host of this table has allowed me to sit down and eat. What right do you, a servant who came from who-knows-where, have to slap my chopsticks away?"
The two were now quite close. Staring at Li Qinghe's face so close to hers, the middle-aged woman felt that he looked increasingly familiar. Moreover, the man possessed a certain aura, an aura that made her feel a sense of nobility, closeness, and respect.
Gradually, the face of the man in blue robes overlapped with that of a certain portrait.
Exactly the same.
Middle-aged woman: "..."
My God!
Tai'a Patriarch!
It was the Tai'a Sword God who made the ultimate leap three hundred years ago, breaking through the realm of God, Demon, and Martial Emperor, and flying away into the sky!
The middle-aged woman was not only numb, but she had also become completely stupid and broken!
She stared blankly as Li Qinghe patted his bowl: there were only a few chopped scallions in it.
Li Qinghe: Understand?
The middle-aged woman nodded blankly, then carefully used her chopsticks to pick up the scallions from the braised pork, but her right hand trembled uncontrollably as if she had Parkinson's disease.
Snap!
He slammed his chopsticks down on a piece of lean, reddish-brown meat, sending it flying out the window and landing in front of the stray dog.
Wild dog: Thank you for nature's gifts.
...
(9000 words? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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