The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

With the departure of the innkeeper, the inn returned to peace again.

Song Yuteng stood up straight at once, his eyes burning, and he pulled Su He's sleeve. His excitement made her waist and legs feel less sore.

"Just now, was that martial arts?" Song Yu asked Su He.

Su He nodded, and Song Yu exclaimed: "Oh my god, it really is the Jianghu."

"Miss Song, what are you doing?" Xie Xu, who was standing next to her, couldn't understand Song Yu's excitement and asked with some confusion.

Su He gave a reasonable explanation: "Ayu has been at home since he was a child and has never traveled far. He has always wanted to go out and explore the world. He was a little excited when he saw the fight today."

"Oh, I understand, I understand, hahahaha, but Miss Song, if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, you'd better hide if you can to avoid being affected." Xie Xu reminded.

Song Yu knew she was kind-hearted and nodded in thanks: "Well, thank you very much, big brother, but why did you come out?"

Xie Xu said: "I heard a noise in the house and heard you talking, and I was afraid there was danger."

"By the way, that group of people just now mentioned the Qingyang Sect. Is it very powerful?" Song Yu asked.

Xie Xu's expression changed when he heard this. He said, "Miss Song, don't mention it again."

Song Yu was a little nervous: "Why?"

Xie Xu looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "The Qingyang Sect is a demonic sect in the martial arts world. Its followers are all lawless and wanton."

"The Demonic Cult, there is still a Demonic Cult? Then is there still a leader of the martial arts world?" After hearing this, Song Yu was not afraid at all, but also looked excited.

When Xie Xu saw her, he thought the girl was really strange.

"Of course there is a leader in the martial arts world." But Xie Xu still patiently answered her.

After hearing this, Song Yu showed a longing expression on his face and said, "It would be great if I could see what the leader of the martial arts world looks like."

"If Miss Song wants to meet the leader of the martial arts world, she has to go to Wanjian Villa in Gusu," said Xie Xu.

"Wanjian Villa?" Song Yu heard a familiar name again and asked tentatively, "Could this Wulin Alliance Leader also be the owner of Wanjian Villa?"

"Does Miss Song know him?" Xie Xu asked back.

Song Yu smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, I don't know him, I'm just guessing, guessing."

Xie Xu nodded: "Miss Song's guess is correct. The leader of the Wulin Alliance is none other than the owner of Wanjian Villa, Ye Xu."

"Ye Xu?" Song Yu murmured the name, a familiar one but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

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Song Yu and Su He were having dinner in the room. Song Yu asked, "If the innkeeper is so powerful, why does he only open an inn in the wilderness?"

Su He picked up a piece of food for him with his chopsticks and then said, "If you don't have some skills, you wouldn't dare to open an inn in this wilderness."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded. What Su He said made perfect sense.

The next day, the four of them got up early and got ready.

After leaving the inn, Song Yu looked back. She was a little curious about how the innkeeper dealt with those people who caused trouble last night.

She didn't feel comfortable asking the shopkeeper, so she quietly asked Su He how he usually handled this kind of situation.

Su He said, "Either kill him, or teach him a lesson and then let him go."

Song Yu widened his eyes. Is killing so easy in this world?

Even though those guys were indeed bastards, I still felt a little uneasy when I heard that they might be killed.

Su He saw Song Yu's expression and said, "I'm just trying to fool you. I'll probably just teach them a lesson. Those people will know how powerful the shopkeeper is and won't dare to come again."

Song Yu was skeptical: "Really?"

Su He nodded: "Yes, really."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Over the next two days, nothing else happened, and they soon arrived at Sifang City.

The four of them were about to part ways.

"Miss Song, Brother Su, let's say goodbye now." Xie Xu said to Song Yu and the others with a fist salute.

The two men returned the gift, and Song Yu said, "Thank you, brothers, for your care these past few days."

"You're welcome. See you later." After Xie Xu said this, he parted ways with Song Yu and entered the city first.

"Let's go into the city too," said Su He.

Song Yu nodded: "Okay."

Sifang City is the main city, so it is naturally more prosperous than villages and towns.

Song Yu was happy and curious about everything he saw, as if he had never been out of the house.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared in front, gathered together, and seemed to be looking at something.

Song Yu was curious and said to Su He, "Should we go over and take a look?"

Su He saw the interest in Song Yu's eyes and nodded: "Okay."

The two of them were leading the horses and it was difficult for them to squeeze into the middle, so they could only stand on tiptoe outside the crowd to watch.

Song Yu was not short, with a net height of 1.68 meters. Most of the people who came to watch the fun were men.

And they all happened to be almost a little taller than her.

She stood on tiptoe and could just barely see, but still didn't know.

Until a few shouts.

"Get out of the way, don't block my young master's way." As soon as the words fell, a burst of cursing was heard from the crowd.

But the next moment, almost everyone retreated to both sides, and the people in front of Song Yu also retreated a lot.

She finally saw the lively situation.

A girl in mourning was kneeling on the ground with a sign in front of her face.

Song Yu turned his head to look and saw a few large characters in traditional Chinese: "Sell yourself to bury your father!"

Song Yu was shocked. It was once a classic scene in ancient costume TV dramas.

The pitiful little Baihua had a miserable life and depended on her father for survival. Unfortunately, her father was seriously ill and eventually died.

But the family was penniless and could not even afford the funeral expenses.

In order to let her father rest in peace as soon as possible, a pretty daughter would kneel on the street and sell herself in exchange for silver so that she could hold a funeral for her father.

Often at this time, there would be lustful scoundrels who would come out to rob and rob, but they would generally not succeed, because a hero would suddenly appear and save the orphan girl from danger.

And teach the scoundrel a lesson.

This is generally the routine.

Now, there is a girl who sells herself to bury her father. Judging from the reactions of the people around her, it is time for the bully who robs people to appear.

Song Yu followed the crowd and took a few steps back, but her steps were small, and because she was leading the horse, there was actually a space around her.

Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the girl who sold herself to bury her father.

The girl looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.

She is thin and weak, like a willow swaying in the wind.

Next came the bullies.

"This girl is beautiful. Someone, come and take her back to the mansion." The bully was not very old, and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He is about 1.75 meters tall, a little fat, with fair skin, and is not ugly.

But coupled with his domineering expression, he looked particularly wretched.

Song Yu looked around. Now is the time, hero, for you to come out, right?

However, the hero did not see that the originally thin and weak girl suddenly pulled out a short blade from her sleeve after the bully approached.