Hearing the sound, the man just glanced at him slightly, then ignored him, lowered his head and drank the herbal tea in the bowl. The book boy next to him was not worried when he saw the owner like this, and patiently waited for the big bowl of tea from the tea stall owner.

At this moment, Xiao Yun withdrew his gaze and looked at the official road along the sound. But after seeing the dust flying, several horses rushed over quickly. The leader was a middle-aged man with a very tall figure, with a beard on his face, and a machete on his waist. He rode his horse to come. Seeing a tea stall here, he hurriedly tied the reins of the horse and twisted his face and shouted at the same men behind him: "Brothers, after rushing for a long time, everyone is thirsty. How about going down to drink a bowl of tea and hunting?"

"Okay, listen to the elder brother?" The group behind him echoed loudly, and the voice was loudly resounding.

"Hahahaha...hahaha...good...good...good...?" The man in the lead said a few words, "Okay." He just grabbed the reins of the horse, and jumped off the horse's back as soon as he turned over. Only then did Xiao Yun notice that the people came were dressed in Mongolian. He just wore a hat and saw the slut beside his face. Xiao Yun, a Mongolian man, had seen so many times, and was not afraid. However, the guests who were drinking tea in the tea stall saw the people coming.

The ancients were all shocked in their dress. The guests around who were originally chatting and laughing were now silent. Everyone looked at the visitor with horror. For a moment, the atmosphere in this small tea stall was quiet and a little depressing. Xiao Yun glanced at the man with a slanted eyes, but seeing that his expression was as normal, there was no change at all because the Mongols came. On the contrary, his calm expression made Xiao Yun feel stunned: "What a momentum!"

Several Mongolians rushed up in a flash. The leader glanced at him. The guests who were drinking tea showed horror. After a moment, they hurriedly checked out like they were facing a great enemy. Seeing that the person was a Mongolian Tartar, the owner of the tea stall hurriedly came over with his body and said respectfully to the leader: "Come in there, please?"

The man in charge snorted coldly in his nose, glanced at the tea stall owner condescendingly, took out a ingot of silver from his arms, threw it into the tea stall owner's hand, and said coldly: "Is these enough to drink a few bowls of tea?"

"Enough, enough!" The tea stall owner took the silver respectfully, nodded and bowed.

"Okay, go and prepare tea?" The Mongolian Tartar, who was in charge, glanced at the tea stall and ordered the tea owner.

The tea stall owner nodded respectfully, and then raised his head, glanced at the guests coming in, and quickly lowered his head again, hesitantly retreated the silver in his hand.

"What? I think it's too little?" The Mongolian Tartars, led by the leader, were obviously unexpected.

"Ah... no... no, I misunderstood. The man can come to my old tea stall. What is the only bowl of tea? Today I am the one who is here!" After that, he turned around and went to pour tea.

The Mongolian Tartar, who was in charge, was slightly surprised. He obviously didn't expect that there would be such good things in the world, but soon showed a satisfied smile on his face. He put away the broken silver without hesitation and sent it to his arms. He turned his head and said to him, "Brothers, today, this little old man is here, please drink some bowls of tea for free. Brothers, please come in and sit in!"

After a sound, several violent sweats walked in. The second Mongolian Tartar who walked in looked at him and swept over the master and servant, and suddenly shouted: "Get out of the old man, I want to have a tea here?"

The master and servant were motionless, drinking the tea in the bowl leisurely, and seemed to have heard of the person's questions.

"The old guy is not leaving yet?" The person who came was furious and stretched out his left hand. With a "scimitar" sound, he cut at the middle-aged man like lightning.

The man went to the side of the body and used an extremely clever method to avoid the sharp knife of the visitor.

"Hey, why are these Mongolian Tartars like Japanese? They chop off when they see people? Feifei, look at how pitiful the master and servant are. They are still bullied by others when they are decades old. Please help?" Xiao Yun touched his nose and said worriedly, pulling Lu Feifei's sleeve.

Lu Feifei looked at it and sneered, "Just drink your tea, the master and servant are absolutely fine..."

"Are you kidding?" Xiao Yun looked disbelief.

The master and servant were not killed by a knife. The person who came seemed to have not expected it. He looked at the master and servant and suddenly shook his head at the Mongolian knights behind him. The eyes of the men turned red. Without waiting for him to speak, "Dangdang..." There was a sound, and they pulled out the scimitars at their waists and slashed at the heads of the master and servants.

"Hey, Feifei, go and help me, look..." Xiao Yun pulled Lu Feifei's sleeve anxiously.

What's strange is that Lu Feifei took a look, sneered, and was unmoved.

"Several uncles...a few uncles...said life..." After the Shutong cleverly avoided the slashing of the visitor, she suddenly fell to the ground and looked scared, begging for mercy.

Xiao Yun glared at Lu Feifei fiercely, suddenly rushed over with a steed stairs, reached into his arms with his right hand and pulled out the hatchet from his waist, shouting: "Stop!"

The people who came were surprised and did not expect that someone would come to help at this time. The Mongolian Tartars never took the Han people in their eyes. Unexpectedly, there would be Han people coming to help at this time, and the person in charge was stunned.

"Grandpa, everyone is begging for mercy. You still fight. Is there any other way to the king?" Xiao Yun stood behind the middle-aged man, guarding the man and staring at the Mongolian Tartars and cursing.

The middle-aged man looked back at Xiao Yun, and a smile suddenly appeared on his originally frightened face, and then nodded.

"Another one who died. Since you dare to meddle in other people's business, I will help you and let you go to the Pure Land with these two people to be a companion!" The Mongolian Tartar, who was in charge, smiled at the sky and stared at Xiao Yun.

The people behind him laughed. After laughing, two Tartars had already rushed towards him and raised their swords and slashed them from left to right.

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Chapter completed!