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As soon as Song Ping entered the temple, the gangsters at the entrance blocked the entrance, cutting off Song Ping's escape route.

People from the rivers and lakes in the ruined temple also got up one after another, and their eyes were fixed on Song Ping.

Song Ping glanced at it.

Including the four people at the door, there were a total of fourteen people from the Jianghu present, but they seemed to be divided into two groups.

Among them, there were 12 people.

There were only two people in the other group, one of them was an old man in an ordinary padded jacket with messy hair, sitting by the fire, eating a roast chicken in his hand;
The other is a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She has extremely well-proportioned facial features and a very graceful body, but she has many small red bumps on her face, which looks a little scary.

These last two people seem to be grandparents.

Song Pingduan sat on the horse, condescendingly scanning the crowd.

The rest of the people swept away, and their eyes only stayed on the grandpa and grandson for a few seconds.

These people are nothing to worry about in his eyes, and the one with the highest cultivation level is only at the acquired seventh level.

Only the pair of grandparents and grandchildren, he couldn't see through.

If you say that you are just an ordinary person, appearing in this ruined temple and still being at ease among a group of people from the rivers and lakes, your heart is a bit too big.

Song Ping then said calmly: "I am Song Ping, if you want to snatch the treasure map from me, you don't need ink marks, just do it directly."

The faces of this group of people changed, they didn't expect Song Ping to be so direct.

The red-faced martial artist in the lead changed his face a few times, then he clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Song Ping, Song Daxia, please forgive me for being disrespectful. In Xia Shuhai, Song Daxia actually misunderstood us. I have no intention of harming Song Daxia."

Song Ping's "butcher's knife" reputation is very famous in Cangyan Town, and they have heard of Song Ping's reputation to some extent.

It is said that even the Houtian sixth-level warriors had more than one death by Song Ping's knife.

This is why they are not afraid.

Especially now that Song Ping is so blatantly revealing his identity, it makes them suspicious. Anyone who dares to do this, if he is not confident in his own strength, is an idiot.

Song Ping sneered, with an undisguised mockery on his face.

Although this red-faced warrior named Shu Hai hid himself well, not everyone present had his acting skills.

Song Ping could easily feel the greed, even killing intent, from the other warriors around him.

But Song Ping didn't bother to poke it out. When it's time to bear it, these people will sooner or later, and then it's time for them to seek their own death.

Song Ping stopped his horse beside a fire, and the eyes of the people around the fire were a little angry, but under the restraint of Shu Hai's eyes, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and took the initiative to step aside, making room for a while. Big open space.

Song Ping took a few pieces of bacon that had been coated with sauce from the horse's backpack, and immediately got off the horse.

Then sit by the fire, pierce the bacon with a few sticks, and set it on the fire to start roasting.

These cured meats are naturally from Mo Shaofeng. It has to be said that even if they travel the rivers and lakes, these young heroes of the rivers and lakes will often not treat their living standards badly.

The sauces used to marinate these beef are carefully developed and brushed with a layer of mixed honey to keep the seal.

At this time, four fires were set up in the ruined temple, and the four flames were burning fiercely, warming the whole ruined temple, forming a sharp contrast with the cold outside the temple.

As the cured meat is gradually roasted, the sweet smell of meat permeates the entire ruined temple.

Some people from the nearby rivers and lakes couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then looked back at the dry food in their hands, and immediately felt that the food was tasteless.

The slovenly old man sniffed, turned his head and said loudly to Song Ping: "Young man, there are delicious food, don't you respect me, an old man?"

Song Ping turned his head and said: "It's fine to eat, but how can I give it to you for no reason? I have to exchange martial arts secret books."

The expression on the old man's face was suffocated. No matter whether Song Ping agreed or refused, he was mentally prepared, but he did not expect Song Ping to answer like this.

The surrounding people from the rivers and lakes also looked strange.

This Song Ping was not polite.

This bad old man looked like a quack senior.

The bad old man sighed and shook his head: "Oh, these young people nowadays really don't know how to respect the old and love the young, their hearts are not old, their hearts are not old..."

Song Ping ignored him, picked up the grilled meat, blew it, and began to swallow it.

Today he only had breakfast, not even lunch, and he was already a little hungry at this time.

Song Ping had just finished eating a piece of barbecue and was about to start eating the second piece of barbecue.

A martial artist with one-character eyebrows nearby suddenly came over, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and smiled at Song Ping: "Song Daxia, what's the point of eating meat alone? The combination of meat and wine is wonderful, and I happen to have a pair here." Hao Laichun from Zuihe Tower in Jiangyang County wants to exchange some barbecue with Song Daxia, and I hope Song Daxia can make it happen."

While speaking, he fixed his eyes on the barbecue in Song Ping's hand, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and looked very greedy.

Song Ping glanced at him, and simply refused, "No change."

The one-word-browed martial artist suddenly looked a little embarrassed and said: "I don't want to change too much. I only need to change a small piece of meat for this big pot of wine. A small piece is enough..."

Song Ping said: "If you don't change what you say, don't you understand people's words? It's really annoying to babble, get out!"

There was annoyance in the eyes of the martial artist with a single eyebrow, but he disappeared immediately, and said with an apologetic smile on his face: "Yes, yes, it's Menglang, don't blame Song Daxia, this pot of good wine should be Song Daxia's apology."

After speaking, he put the jug of wine beside Song Ping, and turned to leave.

But after only walking a few steps, Song Ping stopped him.

Song Ping snorted coldly: "Stop!"

The Yizimei warrior turned around and said, "Song Daxia, what else do you want to say?"

Song Ping sneered and said: "You insist on giving me this gourd wine over and over again. I think you have bad intentions. Could it be that you poisoned this gourd and wanted to harm me?"

The unyielding martial artist couldn't help but change suddenly.

But then he said with an aggrieved face: "Why does Song Daxia slander people for no reason? I have always admired Song Daxia's prestige, but this time there is no other meaning. I just want to make friends with Song Daxia, but I didn't expect to be so slandered by Song Daxia. It's really chilling."

"If Song Daxia doesn't want to drink, then return the wine to me."

After finishing speaking, he walked over and took the bottle of gourd wine back into his hand, his face full of indignation, as if he had been greatly wronged.

But when he was about to leave again.

With a sound of "clang", the long knife in Song Ping's hand was out of its sheath, and it was inserted at the foot of Yizimei warrior.