Lu Ping'an looked at the Yan Laoba who was completely different from the past, and he was stunned for a long time before he was relieved.

Dressing is only a superficial change. Yan Laoba is not a real beggar. The reason why he is sloppy is just indifferent and indifferent.

But the point is, what is it or who is it that makes Yan Laoba suddenly care about his appearance?

He was someone who didn't even care about Hall Master Yun Jianmen. Lu Ping'an even suspected that even the king of a country would not be able to make him pay such attention.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"First, help me get a table of good dishes. You must have braised pork knuckles, and then take a few more glasses. The wine is no longer necessary. The wine in this inn is too bad and shameful."

The tone of Yan Laoba's speech and the look on his face also became serious.

If it is always the case, Lu Ping’an will definitely complain. It’s not because you spend too much money on your own that we live in such a cold and shabby cheap inn?

But now seeing Yan Laoba look like this, Lu Ping'an didn't bother to joke anymore, turned around and went to the shop to order food.

After a while, Lu Ping’an returned to the room and said, “Master, I’ve ordered it, but at their speed, I guess it’s not that fast.”

Yan Laoba suddenly said, "Today is the death day of my best friend."

Lu Pingan was taken aback for a moment, completely unexpected that Yan Laoba would suddenly tell him the reason for the abnormality.

Yan Laoba said again: "Back then, he and I were both geniuses in kendo. At first, we looked at each other as unpleasant. We often competed and competed. Later, after experiencing some things, we became friends of life and death. , But it is still agreed to compare swords every year and discuss the way of practice together. In addition, we also talk about beauty, wine, food... almost everything."

Lu Pingan asked: "Then who of you wins more?"

Old Yan smiled lightly: "Of course it's me."

"But the person who can compete with you, Master, must also be a strong generation, why would..."

Lu Ping'an didn't say the rest of the story, but Yan Laoba went on without hesitation: "Yes, why did you die?"

Yan Laoba showed a bitter smile, and asked and replied: "Actually... it's all thanks to me."

Lu Pingan stared slightly, and asked, "What does this mean?"

"He died in the hands of the person I like...If I hadn't always mentioned her name in his ear and praised her for her gentleness and kindness, he might not believe her so much and would not die... "

With that said, Yan Laoba subconsciously picked up the Vientiane pot, drank a sip, and said: "The most ridiculous thing is that I later found out the truth, but failed to avenge him! At that time, I had put the sword on her neck. But in the end I couldn’t do it.”

Just a few simple words can make Lu Ping'an imagine how painful and struggling Yan Laoba at that time was.

Afterwards, I'm afraid I will be overwhelmed by all kinds of heavy emotions such as guilt and regret.

Lu Ping'an would not judge right or wrong. He knew that Master had been burdened with this matter in his heart over the years, and he must have suffered.

"Later?"

Old Yan said: "I retired to the rivers and lakes, and she also disappeared. Since then, I have never seen it again. Whether it is dead or alive, I don't care."

In fact, when I met Jiang Yuebai last time, Yan Laoba guessed something, but after all, he did not ask.

He was ashamed of his best friend, and ashamed of his heart. He could only choose to deceive herself and let her disappear completely in his own world.

Enmity and hatred are as deep as the sea, and from now on, strangers in the end of the world.

...

"Guest officer, here comes the food."

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of Xiao Er from outside the door.

Lu Pingan got up and opened the door, and then closed the door again after waiting for the dishes on the table.

Old Yan said: "Disciple, put those wine glasses across from me."

Lu Ping'an nodded, and did what he said, placing the wine glasses in a row on the table opposite Yan Laoba, and then stood quietly beside him.

Yan Laoba stood up, picked up the Vientiane pot, poured different wines into the cups, and muttered, "Old Wu, come and have a drink at the bar! This is the Buddha of Xichi Kingdom, and this is from Yijinlou. The fragrance of apricot flowers, this is the stuffed sweet-scented osmanthus from Zuiyuelou, and the stuffed monkey from Qingshan City..."

After filling all the cups, Yan Laoba sat down again, as if his best friend was right in front of him, and said: "These are all the wines I left after going north and south. After careful selection, you have always believed in my taste. I will also like it very much, by the way, and your favorite braised pork knuckle..."

Lu Ping'an was very surprised. Master actually left a copy of the fine wine he got everywhere for his best friend.

For a drunkard who is addicted to life, it is simply unimaginable.

Just listen to Yan Laoba said again: "By the way, this kid is my apprentice, called Lu Ping An. You often say that my personality is not suitable for being a master, but the facts have proved that I am still quite good, he is not I'll learn a trick in two days."

After chatting for a few words, Yan Laoba suddenly fell into silence.

Maybe it's because there are too many things I want to say, I don't know where to start, or maybe I don't think they are important.

After a long time, Old Eighth Yan raised his head, his eyes shone slightly, and said, "Old Wu, I found the person who ordered her to kill you."

Lu Ping'an was startled, thinking that there was a behind-the-scenes order for that incident?

Old Yan said: "Of course, I didn't want to help her justify what I said. I didn't kill her back then, so I can't blame it. But she was just a knife that stabbed you. I can't let the real culprit. To get away with the law, he must be found, and his corpse must be broken into pieces!"

When Yan Laoba said the last four words, Lu Ping'an even faintly felt a terrifying coercion, about to burst out.

But soon, Yan Laoba recovered his calm, and said, "Come here today. After I kill that person, I will invite you to drink."

After speaking, Yan Lao Bayi waved his hand, and the wine in the cups splashed all together, and then turned into countless small particles, forming a mist, and gradually dissipating in the air.

At this time, Lu Pingan asked, "Master, the person you said you wanted to kill was the man behind the murder of your best friend?"

Old Yan said: "Yes, he is very likely to appear in Tongning City, so I am here."

"Then now..."

Yan Laoba shook his head and said, "I haven't found it yet."

Lu Pingan asked, "What can I do?"

Yan Laoba glanced at Lu Ping'an and smiled: "You should make more money and buy wine for your teacher. I heard that the wine in the Yanxia Villa is pretty good..."

After saying that, Yan Laoba took up the flask again and drank, and after solemnly paying homage to his best friend, he turned into a lazy appearance.

In fact, Lu Pingan also knows very well, how can he help someone who can't even find a strong master like Master?

For Lu Ping'an, killing some monsters to make money, while honing his sword skills and improving his cultivation level, is the most important thing he should do.

As for the Haze Villa, Lu Pingan had also heard about it.

Although the situation in Tongning City is chaotic and there are many gangs, there are three strongest forces, and Yanxia Villa is one of them.

There is also the "Monster Slashing Club" that Lu Pingan will go to soon.

...

After leaving the inn, Lu Ping'an soon came to a compound, which was a branch of the Demon Slayer Association.

Walking in, I saw all kinds of practitioners inside.

Men and women, old and young, upright and evil, good and bad.

In a sense, this is one of the most mixed places in Tongning City.

And it is precisely because of this mess that the Demon Slayer Association is not a sect gang in the traditional concept, but more like a platform, a hunter guild that comes and goes freely.

All practitioners who want to hunt on the edge of the Tongtian Mountains can come here to get help in all aspects.

Such as weapons and equipment, the latest maps and intelligence, receiving tasks issued by others, or finding someone to team up with...

All in all, everything about hunting is here.

Of course, most things are for money, and the price is not cheap. The Demon Slayer Association is not a charity organization.

A few days ago, Lu Pingan did a lot of investigations and preparations in order to go hunting. It turned out that he still had to buy the really useful information at the Demon Slashing Club.

In addition, even on the edge of the Tongtian Mountain Range, it was more dangerous than any place Lu Pingan had been to.

Yan Laoba didn't have the slightest interest in hunting monsters, not to mention he had more important things to do.

This is equivalent to Lu Pingan alone, newcomers, if you can find some experienced people to go with, naturally the best.

But Lu Pingan also knew that when working with others, there might be conflicts of interest, so he was already mentally prepared.

This first hunting was just to get familiar with the environment and understand the situation, without expecting too much gain, after all, one bite could not be fat.

After a little familiarity, consider how to choose.

If he meets the right person, Lu Ping'an is also happy to meet friends, but in such a place, he needs to be cautious.

Lu Pingan walked to the counter and asked an old treasurer-like old man: "Hello, I am a cultivator who has just arrived in Tongning City. May I ask..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man took out a pamphlet, then stretched out his hand and said, "You can pay, either silver or spirit stone."

Lu Ping'an was stunned, and after some inquiries, he realized that this was an introductory manual for newcomers.

Reluctantly, Lu Ping'an could only take out his little fortune and pay the bill obediently.

But I have to say that this brochure is a bit more expensive, and the contents in it still seem to be useful.

After that, Lu Pingan registered basic information in accordance with the regulations and paid some money to become a free hunter of the Demon Slayer Association.

The old man read Lu Ping An’s message and said, “Sixteen years old, he should be a fledgling, with no hunting experience. At this age, he is a small talented person, but his strength is not enough... Boy, you are like this. Go to the Tongtian Mountains, you will die!"