The Immortal of the Yin and Yang Realm

Chapter 371 Qiu Xian

Madman Liu, Ma Biao and Wang Damang set out again from a certain town, taking a horse team of more than 300 people to change roads and run towards Yanbian.

The three of them negotiated at the Sihai Inn. To be precise, Ma Biao and Wang Damang were persuaded by Crazy Liu. The three of them unanimously decided to hide in Yanbian first to avoid the sharp edge of the shamanism and wait for this matter to pass. When the white mountains and black waters were calm, they went to the farm provided by the Yue family.

The three people led a team of 300 horses and ran wildly on the road, and behind them were a dozen horses following them not far away. There were six people sitting on these dozen horses. Some of the six people were one person with two horses, and some were one person. Three horses, these people are all wearing hooded black robes, wrapping them tightly. These people are the exploring horses of shamanism.

Crazy Liu and the others met in a certain town, and the shamanistic Tan Ma also met in a certain town. They discovered that there was something wrong with Crazy Liu and these people. How could they suddenly stop when they were on the road, and look at these people? The horses we ride on are still in good condition and can go on the road. Looking at the riding skills of these people, they don’t seem to know anything. It can only be that there is something fishy about these people, so the shaman’s horse exploration must It was concluded that these three centurions were gathered together, and there must be a big move next.

After discussing with the shamans who were following Crazy Liu and the others, Tan Ma decided to leave half of the people behind and let the others have two horses per person, or even three horses per person. This would make it easier to travel, track these guys for a long time, and not be afraid of these guys. Some people are always on the road and can deal with emergencies very well, while the rest are waiting in a certain town for people from the general forum to come over.

Gelong led his cavalry team to rush towards a certain town. He had already received a report of the horse exploration. These guys are really not afraid of death. They dare to stop at this time, but this is also a good opportunity for him. If these guys Zi's ​​people are really running all the way, and he may not be able to catch up. Now, these people are looking for death.

Gelong led a large group of people and galloped all the way to a certain town. As soon as he entered the town, he saw the shamanistic disciples who stayed here. These were the shamanistic detective horses who stayed here.

"Where are people? Is that the inn where those three bastards went?"

Gron reined in his horse on the central street of a certain town and asked the black-robed shaman disciple who ran over.

"The commander-in-chief is the inn in front."

The black-robed shaman disciple quickly pointed to the Sihai Inn not far away.

"lead the way."

Gelong glanced at the inn not far away. Because it was night, he could vaguely see the inn, and some lights came over.

Gelong got off his horse and followed the black-robed disciple to the Sihai Inn.

The black-robed shaman disciple led him Gelong arrived at the door of Sihai Inn. The black-robed disciple went up to call the door. Gelong stood at the door, looking up at the signboard and cover of Sihai Inn.

"Huh, these three are really looking for death in such a strange way."

Gelon looked at the patterns on the four covers. They were yellow patterns, a bit like cloud curls, but there were no cloud patterns. They looked vaguely like the tails of some animals.

"bang bang bang……"

"Store owner, open the door."

The black-robed shaman disciple banged on the door and shouted into the shop.

"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry."

The voice of an old man came from inside. This should be the old man in the inn who came to open the door. The door of the inn was opened. An old man holding a cane in his hand opened the door with a smile and looked at the black-robed shaman disciples. This old smiling face had a stunned expression when he saw that black robe.

"Sir, how many are there? We don't have that many guest rooms here."

The old man's expression was a pause, and then he greeted people with a smile. The smile on his face was very happy, but he had no intention of letting the black-robed shaman disciples in. The shop owner didn't let people in the shop. , this is also somewhat interesting.

"Old man, we won’t stay in the hotel, we’ll just have something to eat and leave."

The black-robed shaman disciple himself did not come to stay in the hotel. He came here with Gelong to inquire about the news. But who can do something open these days without doing something wrong? He is afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. It was delayed, so I followed the old man politely and waited to go in. Naturally, Gelong was there to deal with the store.

"Then please come in."

The old man looked at the black-robed shaman disciples, and then at Gelong, who was standing outside the door looking at their signs and pretense, and reluctantly let the two of them go into the house.

The old man, leaning on a cane, led the black-robed shaman disciples and Ge Long entered the shop. The young man smiled innocently, wiped the table where Madman Liu and the others were sitting, wiped the stools, and then stood on the side, smiling enthusiastically at Ge Long. It gives people a very cute feeling, which makes people unable to be defensive. The eldest son of the old man on the second floor is sitting in the same position again, with a rifle on his hand, looking at the hall on the first floor, looking at this. Everything that happened on the building was visible to his eyes.

If someone were standing on the second floor at this time, they would find that the table that was wiped clean by the honest young man was actually the table that could be seen most clearly on the second floor. This honest young man is not really as honest as he appears. As soon as

Gelong came in, he took a clear look at the internal situation of the inn, then walked to a clean table and sat down, and the black man who knocked on the door The black-robed shaman disciple stood on the back right side of Gelong, blocking the view of the man on the second floor.

Of course, this black-robed shaman disciple did it on purpose. Such a position can ensure that the people on the second floor cannot be the first to Time takes a toll on Gronn, and it can be considered as using your body to block the bullet for Gronn.

"Gentlemen, what do you want to eat?"

The honest young man looked at the black-robed shaman disciple and asked Gelong with an innocent smile. As he spoke, he wiped his hands on the apron on his chest. This expressed the nervousness of a simple and honest young man. incisively and vividly

"I won’t eat anymore. I have to go on my way soon. I’m in a hurry."

Gron waved his hands to the old man and the young man, with an impatient look on his face.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

When the old man saw Ge Long's behavior, he looked at Ge Long with some confusion and asked.

"Old man, what did the three people who came here say just now? Where are they going?"

Gelon didn't show politeness to the old man at all, and directly asked the question he wanted to ask. He still wanted to chase the three gangsters tonight, but he didn't have time to make excuses with the old man.

"Uncle, we don’t know, they kicked us out while they were talking."

The old man looked embarrassed and shook his head at Geron, indicating that he really didn't know what those three people said.

"Haha, I don’t believe Huang Xianjiao doesn’t know what happened in his store."

Gron looked at the old man and smiled disdainfully, and with one sentence he destroyed the old man's foundation.

The guise hanging on the door of Sihai Inn is the guise of Huang Xianjiao, which was originally set up by the Huang family. It is for the convenience of their own people, for inquiring about information and for resting. These people are all from the Huang family, and they themselves are peripheral disciples of shamanism.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? We don't understand."