I can infinitely synthesize more advanced items

Song Ping inquired a few more words with the staff, and wrote down the characteristics of the main members of the money gang.

Then he left the stables and came to the main hall of the inn.

Sure enough, Qian Qianbang and his group of eight were drinking and eating in the lobby.

One of the round-faced burly men patted his chest and boasted drunkenly: "...Last time I fought with a dozen members of the Zhantie Gang, and I killed all of them by myself. When I saw my neck Did you get this wound? It was left by Lao Tzu in that battle..."

Another black-faced burly man said disdainfully: "You're a fart, thinking that a hall master of the Storm Club chased and killed me for three days and three nights..."...

The more he drank, the more irrelevant the words he said, and he was only close to calling the emperor Lao Tzu brothers and sisters.

One of the men with the scar face who brags the most is Qian Feng, the big stall. Every time Qian Feng brags, no matter how outrageous it is, it always arouses waves of support, making Qian Feng laugh out loud.

The pedestrians yelled loudly, slammed the table and threw bowls, and made a lot of noise, which made many people around secretly frown.

It's just that they are afraid of the power of the money gang, and no one dares to provoke them for a while.

After Song Ping entered, he only glanced at them, then sat down at a table near the door, and ordered the postman to bring food and drinks.

After all, it is just a post station, and the food and drink are not as rich as the restaurants and inns in the city. The main dishes are wild vegetables, barbecue, and white flour steamed buns.

However, there are not many people eating meat in the lobby, they are all people from the world who are willing to spend money.

And those ordinary peddlers and ordinary passers-by often taste very delicious with steamed buns and pickles.

After all, the northern part of Youzhou has just been hit by a military disaster. Although the victims are mainly ordinary people living outside the city, it has also caused food shortages and skyrocketing prices.

Jiangyang County is not bad, with three sects as the foundation, a large amount of food was urgently dispatched from the southern part of Youzhou, and the situation was stabilized.

But in those places that are relatively remote from the county seat, it is not uncommon for people to starve to death and eat human flesh.

Before coming to the world of rivers and lakes, Song Ping, who had the body of a god, would not feel hungry. For him, eating was mainly to enjoy the taste of food.

Now "reduced to an ordinary person", for Song Ping, the main purpose of eating is to fill his stomach. Of course, on the basis of filling his stomach, it would be better if he could enjoy delicious food.

After eating a few large pieces of roasted wild pork, the hunger in Song Ping's stomach finally disappeared.

Once the hunger is resolved, the temptation of these ordinary foods is no longer strong, and the purpose of eating is only to continue to fill the stomach.

At this time, on the other side, the group of the money gang had been delayed for so long, and finally had enough food and drink, and they all got up and prepared to leave.

Left a table full of messy cups and plates, and a string of copper coins on the table.

It is worth mentioning that people in the Jianghu seldom eat the overlord's meal, at least on the surface. In fact, it is mainly for the sake of face. It is a shame to spread such things.

Even eating the overlord's meal, how bad is this character?
To some extent, it is even more disgusting than flower pickers and the like.

If you really don't have money, you can also tell the shop owner. These businessmen generally don't want to cause trouble for a few meals, and are basically willing to save face.

However, people who are in the rivers and lakes are rarely so downcast that they can't even afford a meal. If they are really short of money, they come to steal from the rich and help the poor. Of course, the object of this "helping the poor" can also be themselves.

Seeing that Qian Qian helped a group of people get up and was about to go out.

Song Ping put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood at the door, blocking his way.

"Huh?" Qian Feng and his party were all taken aback.

There are still people who dare to block their way. Could it be that they are too impatient to live?
"You short-sighted thing, you dare to block the way, and you still don't get the hell out of me!" A black-faced strong man came over reeking of alcohol, raised his hand and slapped Song Ping on the face.

Clang!Song Ping drew his long saber out of its sheath.

Accompanied by a flash of bright knife light and bloody flashes, a severed hand flew a few meters away and landed on a guest's table.

"Ah...my hand, my hand..."

The black-faced strong man clutched his broken arm, fell to the ground and screamed.

This sudden cut immediately made Qian Feng and his party more than half sober.

Qian Feng asked sullenly, "Who are you? How dare you bully our money gang leader. If you don't give an explanation today, you may not be able to leave this inn!"

Song Pingdao: "At noon today, you stole a horse from me by the side of the road, is there such a thing?"

this afternoon?horse?

Although they drank a lot of wine in one meal, when these two key words came out, they immediately recalled them.

Qian Feng and the others looked at each other.

At noon today, when they came back from their errands, they saw a horse tied to a tree stump by the side of the road, and they brought it back together.

In that kind of wilderness, they did a lot of murder and robbery, but what is it if they just hold a horse by hand?
On the contrary, the owner of the horse should be thankful that he himself was not at the scene, otherwise the owner of the horse might be chopped down with a knife.

There was no need for Qian Feng and others to admit it personally, Song Ping knew it right away just by looking at their expressions.

It seems that he did not find the wrong people, these are horse thieves.

"Nonsense, what are you? How could we steal your horse?" A strong man with a round face scolded angrily.

Although they are not afraid of doing this kind of thing, it doesn't sound good when it is spread out. How could they admit it just because of Song Ping's empty talk.

Qian Feng said coldly: "You dare to slander our Qiang Gang without any proof, now you must honestly kowtow and apologize, or don't blame me for killing you!"

As he spoke, he unsheathed the long knife in his hand with a "clang".

Judging from Song Ping's knife just now, it is obvious that Song Ping also has kung fu. However, as a strong man in the acquired double realm, Qian Feng is used to running amok in Jiangyang County, so how could he take a mere Song Ping in his eyes? .

Seeing that Song Ping was indifferent, there was still a mocking look on his face.

"Looking for death!" Qian Feng couldn't help it.

With a wave of the long knife in his hand, he slashed at Song Ping.

"You are the one who is looking for death!" Song Ping swayed and easily dodged the knife. At the same time, he slashed Qian Feng's chest with his backhand.

"what……"

Qian Feng screamed and fell backwards. There was already a deep bone wound on his chest, and blood gushed out for a while.

"The head of the money stall..."

Qian Feng's six subordinates were all shocked.

The younger brothers quickly backed away, trying to help Qian Feng up.

But before they touched Qian Feng, they couldn't help screaming and quickly moved away.

But Song Ping's second knife had already landed, beheading Qian Feng with one knife.

Now that you have done it, it must be done cleanly and thoroughly, otherwise it would be meaningless.