The knife was fast.

It killed without drawing blood.

"The Righteous Saber..."

An Qisheng's eyes lit up slightly. This saber technique was not bad.

The faces of the few who had been drinking with Liu Sandao were extremely unsightly.

"Though you few were with Liu Sandao, you have no evil deeds to your name. You may leave."

Yun Dongliu glanced at them indifferently:

"Take Liu Sandao with you. Don't dirty this tavern."

"Hero Yun! We naturally dare not question the truth of your words. However, whether Brother Liu committed such a deed, we brothers will investigate ourselves!"

A short, stocky man cupped his fist with his blade, his face grim:

"If such a thing is true, we will have nothing to say. But if this matter is false or there are other hidden circumstances, don't blame us brothers for going to Righteous Gate to demand justice from the Righteous King!"

Having said that, the men bent down, picked up Liu Sandao's corpse, and turned to leave the tavern.

"Who doesn't know that every time the Righteous Gate acts, they will investigate thoroughly?"

"Otherwise, these few are just putting on a show. If they were truly brothers, they wouldn't have stood by and watched Liu Sandao be killed."

"Hero Yun..."

With the departure of those few, the third floor of Yangxiao Hall immediately became lively again.

Many people came forward with wine glasses to offer a toast.

Yun Dongliu didn't refuse anyone, drinking each cup dry, eliciting cheers.

"I appreciate everyone's kindness, but there are other guests here, so it's not good to be too noisy."

Yun Dongliu spoke softly, his voice calm, yet it suppressed the noise of the entire room.

Once he spoke, the others naturally didn't dare to contradict him and sat down one after another.

"When I entered the city today, I saw a mad child begging for food by the roadside. Upon inquiring, I learned that he was originally the son of Zhao Hongxuan, a local gentry. Unexpectedly, his family declined, his elder brother was killed, both parents died, and all the family property was seized by the family slaves. It was truly miserable..."

Yun Dongliu paced a few steps, came to the windowsill, and cupped his fist slightly:

"Old Daoist, you are the owner of this Yangxiao Hall. Surely you have lived here for a long time. Have you ever heard of this matter?"

"The Zhao family, eh?"

An Qisheng put down his teacup and said slowly:

"In Nanliang City, half belongs to the Zhao family. The Old Daoist has naturally heard of the Zhao family's affairs."

"In that case, I would like to ask the Old Daoist a few questions."

Yun Dongliu said.

An Qisheng raised his eyelids:

"The same questions you asked Liu Sandao?"

"You jest, Daoist."

Yun Dongliu shook his head and said:

"After entering the city, I also sought out a few people to inquire. I heard that the Zhao family has a rather poor reputation in Nanliang City. Is this true?"

"Indeed."

An Qisheng rested his arm on the table, looking at Yun Dongliu with interest:

"Over the decades, the Zhao family has seized other people's fields and shops. They have offended many people, both openly and secretly. Just look at the fact that not a single servant or attendant remained after their downfall, and you can see a glimpse of it."

"In that case, it can be considered karmic retribution."

Yun Dongliu sighed softly:

"If the Zhao family poisoned the countryside, even if that person didn't do anything evil, all their food, clothing, and expenses came from the flesh and blood of others who were plundered. They deserved this calamity."

Yun Dongliu stopped speaking.

How this matter truly was would still require careful investigation. One person's word could not be fully believed.

"The Old Daoist thought Hero Yun was going to avenge them."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

"You jest, Daoist."

Yun Dongliu waved his hand:

"My teacher taught me that everything must be investigated clearly and the truth revealed before a decision can be made. We must never avenge evil men and wrongly kill good people."

Speaking of the last sentence, a faint trace of sadness flashed in Yun Dongliu's eyes.

One of his senior brothers had wrongly killed someone and committed suicide in front of the Righteous Gate. Even in death, he was not allowed to enter the Righteous Gate's walls.

"Judging by your teacher's actions, he is indeed a worthy hero."

An Qisheng extended his hand:

"If Hero Yun doesn't mind, why not have a couple of drinks with this Old Daoist?"

An Qisheng didn't know what kind of person Yun Haitain, the Righteous King of Righteous Gate, was at this time, but as the saying goes, judge by actions, not intentions, and no one is a saint when judging intentions.

But judging from his life's actions, he could be considered a hero.

At least, he was much stronger than those young heroes who practiced righteousness.

You must know that not every 'young hero' carefully investigates before killing someone. Most of them just kill with a single blow and turn away.

They don't consider the cause and effect, nor do they care about the consequences.

There are far too many cases in this world where people step forward to help others, kill the chief villain, and then leave, only for the person they helped to die tragically.

"What are you saying, Old Daoist?"

Yun Dongliu smiled and sat down.

He ordered another table of wine and dishes.

Yun Dongliu looked unkempt but was extremely unrestrained. He was not polite with the wine and dishes and ate and drank without any reservations.

"Old Daoist, the taste of your dishes is truly top-notch. I have been to three kingdoms and crossed seven provinces and hundreds of prefectures. There are not many that can compare."

While eating and drinking, Yun Dongliu couldn't help but praise.

"Cooking is just about putting your heart into it."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

The hobbies of martial artists who travel the world are actually just a few. He didn't have divine weapons or divine skills, but he wasn't lacking in good wine and good food.

"Well said!"

Yun Dongliu drank a mouthful of wine: "My teacher likes wine the most. This time, I have to bring him a few jars of such strong wine no matter what!"

"That is only natural. However, good wine needs good food to complement it. If your teacher has time, he might as well come here for a chat."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes. In his field of vision, wisps of light gathered into a luminous panel:

Yun Dongliu]

Throughout history, martial arts schools in the martial world have been places where all kinds of news are easily obtained. If you want to obtain outside news, in this world where communication is inconvenient, you can only rely on these wandering knights and merchants.

However, he opened this Yangxiao Hall not just to collect information.

For him, these martial artists themselves were the greatest wealth.

If he wasn't afraid of being too obvious and didn't have such a large fortune, he would definitely put up a sign saying 'Free for Past Heroes' and create a gimmick like 'The Number One Tavern in the World'.

This was to attract the world's experts.

During this period, because of this Yangxiao Hall, he had collected dozens of martial arts techniques. Unfortunately, most of them were ordinary, run-of-the-mill techniques.

There were very few that were better than Wang Quan the Old Daoist's Nameless Boy Art.

This Yun Dongliu was the first expert he had seen since his tavern opened.

No matter what kind of person Yun Dongliu was, he would definitely treat him to this meal.

"If my teacher has the time, I would definitely drag him here to taste it. It's just a pity."

Yun Dongliu sighed as he spoke.

"Does Hero Yun have some difficulties?"

An Qisheng asked, without revealing anything.

"It's not really a difficulty."

Yun Dongliu shook his head:

"As Liu Sandao said, the Beggar Clan is a mixed bag, and there are many swindlers among them. Although they don't commit great evils, they can be considered the cancer among the famous sects.

My teacher has fought with Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, several times. Especially in recent years, as my teacher has gotten older, his temper has become more and more explosive. He seeks Wang Jianglong for a battle almost every year, and after the battle, he retreats into seclusion again. He hasn't had any free time for more than ten years..."

"Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Clan..."

An Qisheng picked up his teacup.

The Jiu Fu Realm was full of kingdoms, and wars often occurred. Within several large countries, there were even more miscellaneous taxes. The number of beggars was greater than in any ancient dynasty on Xuanxing.

Naturally, the Beggar Clan arose in response.

Unfortunately, the real Beggar Clan was not as glorious and righteous as in the storybooks.

In the end, they have all fallen to the point of being beggars. What do you expect them not to dare to do?

With hundreds of thousands or even millions of members, even if only one in a hundred commits evil, it is already a terrifying number.

"Wang Jianglong can be considered a good man..."

Yun Dongliu drank a lot of strong wine, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He unconsciously spoke more:

"Unfortunately, the number of members in the Beggar Clan is too large and too scattered, making it difficult to manage. Wang Jianglong is struggling alone, and it is almost impossible to integrate this rabble..."

"Hero Yun, why not tell us about the experts in the world?"

At the next table, a few men were listening intently.

This was the Righteous King Yun Haitian and the Beggar Clan leader Wang Jianglong. These great experts, who were usually unattainable, were always the most popular topic for martial artists to inquire about.

"That's right, Hero Yun, tell us about the deeds of those great experts and let us listen."

The others also clamored.

"It seems I need to hire someone to tell stories. These martial artists lack entertainment far too much..."

An Qisheng turned the thought in his mind and looked at Yun Dongliu.

These martial artists all had excellent alcohol tolerance.

The wine he distilled several times had an alcohol content of at least thirty or forty degrees. They drank bowl after bowl, four or five *jin*, and were only slightly tipsy. (One jin equals approximately 500 grams)

"Since everyone wants to hear it... hic, then I will say a few words."

Yun Dongliu drank another bowl of wine, put it down with a 'pa', and said:

"Speaking of which, in the Dyan Kingdom there is a wealthy merchant who admires martial arts. He has opened countless inns and taverns, and has dozens or hundreds of merchant teams under his command. He is rich and powerful! Unfortunately, he was already old when he learned martial arts, and he couldn't get in touch with true divine skills. After learning and learning, he was just a dabbler.

But in these decades, he has accomplished a major event!"

"Hero Yun, are you talking about Lin Wanwan from Dyan?"

As soon as Yun Dongliu finished speaking, someone knew what he was going to say:

"Are you talking about the weapon rankings that Lin Wanwan spent decades compiling?"

"That's right!"

Yun Dongliu nodded his head greatly:

"That Lin Wanwan has a huge fortune. He trades in seven kingdoms and has extremely well-informed news. He actually compiled such a weapon ranking!"

"Weapon ranking."

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

He had actually heard of this weapon ranking. It was said that the wealthy Lin Wanwan seemed to have received help from the Dyan Kingdom in compiling this weapon ranking.

It was widely circulated among the kingdoms.

It's just that Wang Quan the Old Daoist only remembered a few people.

The one he was most impressed with was Pang Wanyang, the master of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, who ranked ninth on the weapon ranking.

"Lin Wanwan's family was destroyed, but this weapon ranking spread."

Yun Dongliu sighed lightly:

"Lin Wanwan probably didn't expect that such a ranking would cost the lives of hundreds of people in his family, young and old..."