When emerging from the room with the long bundle on his back, Ning Yi could still hear the sounds of string and bamboo instruments from the main hall. The disturbance or chaos he had feared wasn't apparent. He searched: \(?Complete? Book? Divine? Station) to read fine literature for free.

He only caught a few snippets of scattered conversation. Ning Yi wasn't sure if the people were really talking about "Qin Siyuan," or if they would do anything that would upset anyone. It was possible he had misunderstood or misheard.

He hoped that was the case. Bamboo Note, this shop, had just opened and couldn't handle too much trouble. Besides, the quiet days had lasted for a long time. He felt that this conjecture in his heart was somewhat coincidental. But those people did give him a bad feeling. Better safe than sorry.

As he walked from there to the corridor turn, the door in front of him opened again, and several people came out and headed toward the platform outside. There were five of them in total. Besides the burly man, the tall, thin, and sturdy man, and the young master that Ning Yi had already seen, the other two were also quite tall. Both of them wore fur coats and were dressed in short outfits. One had a scar on his face, and the other was slightly fat, but also looked strong and robust.

These people looked like Jianghu figures or traveling merchants who had traveled north and south. They glanced at Ning Yi as they came out, but didn't pay much attention to him.

There were many people walking or standing around the platform surrounding the main hall, and the waiters of the restaurant were also walking around. Song Qian was now standing near the stairs, as instructed by Ning Yi, cracking melon seeds in his hand. The five people walked out of the second-floor corridor and stood on this platform, looking around at the situation in the hall below. Ning Yi followed them out, winked at Song Qian, and indicated the target that needed attention.

A waiter carrying a tea tray passed by. Ning Yi leaned against the railing, nudging the tall, thin man who was watching below, and then smiled, "Sorry, sorry." The tall, thin man glanced at him. The young master was probably talking to his companion next to him. When he saw someone leaning over, he closed his mouth, and only lowered his head to continue talking after Ning Yi walked away.

As Ning Yi walked past Song Qian, he went down the stairs. Yunzhu and Qin Lao were still at a table relatively far away. Ning Yi didn't want to attract attention at this time, to avoid Yunzhu or Qin Lao greeting him. He blended into the crowd and looked back. On the platform, the five people were still frowning and talking while watching below from the railing.

The bustling hall, with people coming and going, and pleasant music, showed no signs of anything about to happen. Qin Lao, who had always shown himself to be indifferent to the world, had only recently had a few changes or waves in his life. Today, he was only here to sit in this newly opened restaurant. Ning Yi took a breath, unable to grasp the thoughts in his heart. He turned to look at the people he knew around him, but he didn't know many of the workers here. After a long while, he found a waiter, pulled him into a corner, and gave him a few instructions. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Yuan Jin'er, who was masked, standing by the corner window not far away, looking at him a few times, then walked over to him with a smile.

"Ning Yi, what are you doing? Did you see Sister Yunzhu?"

"I saw her."

"Well, she's over there." Jin'er pointed toward Yunzhu through the crowd. "The Qin family's old master is here too. By the way, that Old Master Qin... is he very important?"

"I guess..." Ning Yi looked at her suspiciously. "Something wrong?"

"Nothing." Yuan Jin'er clearly had something on her mind, but she nodded at this time, smiling crisply but cunningly. Even if she had something, it probably wasn't important. Ning Yi looked up to the side, and suddenly frowned. The five people seemed to have discussed something. One of them nodded and started walking toward the stairs. The young master was still pointing and instructing the other three. At the stairs, Song Qian turned his head and looked towards Ning Yi.

Behind him, Yuan Jin'er asked, "You're looking for Zheng Quan for something..." Zheng Quan was the name of the waiter that Ning Yi had stopped.

Ning Yi suddenly turned his head and signaled to the waiter named Zheng Quan, "Go stop that tall guy with the scar on his face, and remember to apologize." At the same time, he also gave Song Qian a look.

Song Qian was already standing at the stairs. At this time, he turned around and first went down to the hall. The scarred man also followed him down the stairs. Halfway down, the waiter Zheng Quan, carrying a tea tray, greeted him. The two of them moved left and right on the stairs, and finally collided. The tea and pastries in the tray all spilled out.

It was just a small matter. The waiter quickly apologized and started wiping the water stains on the other party's clothes with the cloth hanging on his body. The scarred man watched the situation in the hall, impatiently trying to refuse and go downstairs, but was blocked by the waiter several times in a short period. The four people still upstairs also noticed the situation on the stairs, glanced at it, and didn't pay attention to it. The young master continued talking. During this time, on the small stage in front of the hall, the hired singer was singing a "Pipa Ballad," reaching the part: "The ice spring is cold and astringent, the strings congeal and break, congealing and breaking, the sound temporarily ceases." Song Qian crossed the hall, walked to Qin Lao's side, and leaned down.

On the platform, the young master stopped talking, looking at the area where he stood upright. The people around him, including the scarred man on the stairs, all looked over there. Ning Yi looked over here from the side, frowning, a breath stuck in his chest. Behind him, Jin'er babbled a few words.

The singer's zither music slowed down, singing, "A hidden sorrow and secret hate are born, at this time silence is better than sound." The fingertips pressed down, pausing the music slightly, sweeping her gaze across the hall. In front of the table, Song Qian had finished talking to Qin Lao, grasped Qin Lao's arm, stood up, and turned to walk out, glancing at the platform above as he did. Pulling Qin Lao, he strode forward. Above, the most burly and heroic man suddenly straightened his body. The wooden railing he was holding suddenly cracked.

Ning Yi took a deep breath in the corner. Behind him, Jin'er exclaimed softly, not knowing what she was saying. In the hall, the sound of strings trembled.

The singing suddenly became urgent, singing, "The silver bottle suddenly breaks and the water splashes out, the iron cavalry rushes out with swords and spears ringing..."

Over there, Song Qian and Qin Lao were walking through the crowd. Yunzhu, dressed in a plain white dress, didn't know exactly what was happening, and stood up confused, looking around. On the stairs, the waiter named Zheng Quan "ah" rolled down. At this time, not many people noticed these things in the first place, only Ning Yi in the corner suddenly took a step back: "Damn it..."

The scarred man rushed down the stairs, and the tall, thin man and the slightly fat, stout man next to the young master rushed out to both sides, taking the stairs down in front. The guess in his heart was finally confirmed at this moment. Behind him, Jin'er didn't know what she saw, saying, "It really came, it really came..." Ning Yi just whispered, "Quick, find a place to hide!"

Before he could finish his words, a loud bang rang out in the hall. Below the platform, a table suddenly exploded, and various things splashed out in the dust. The people sitting around were also caught off guard and fell to the ground in all directions. Something flew through the air across the hall, straight toward Qin Lao and Song Qian, but ultimately lacked precision, hitting a man sitting next to them, pushing him more than two meters away on the ground.

Hardly anyone could react to what was happening. The singing on the stage was still going on. Only Ning Yi, who had been paying attention above, could roughly figure it out. At this moment, the scarred man was charging into the crowd. The tall, thin man and the slightly fat, stout man were rushing down from different staircases. The most burly man next to the young master actually kicked off a large section of the railing and threw it towards Song Qian, then jumped directly into the hall, landing on the table below and smashing the octagonal table to pieces.

Someone was knocked flying out.

"Ah—" The screams rang out at this time.

Being in the middle of the situation, it was probably difficult to understand what was happening for a while, but the chaos finally broke out. There were already a lot of people in the hall, plus the walking waiters, various tables and chairs. Once it was chaotic, it seemed a little crowded. Looking from above, the crowd looked like four obvious marks had been broken open. The four men following the young master were all burly northeastern men. Even if one of them seemed tall and thin to Ning Yi, the thinness was actually due to the other party's amazing height. These people charged toward Song and Qin like chariots at this moment. Guests who were unable to avoid them were pushed to the ground, and tables and chairs were smashed and kicked away.

"Qin, you old thief—" In the chaos, the most burly man roared, "Watch me take your dog's life!"

The music had stopped. The singer on the small stage stared blankly at everything in the hall. The young master had also rushed down with the four men. Although he was dressed luxuriously, his face was equally fierce. He drew a war knife from his hand and followed closely behind. He glanced in one direction on the side, then stared at the direction of Song and Qin.

In the chaotic hall, Yunzhu, dressed in white, stood in front of the octagonal table, completely unable to understand why this was happening. Everything had happened too quickly. Not far away, the slightly fat, stout man was rushing straight over. The next moment, the octagonal table in front of her was overturned with a bang. Her hand was bumped, she exclaimed softly. In front of her, a big hand grabbed toward her.

Just now on the platform above, the people were paying attention to Qin Siyuan, and naturally noticed the woman sitting with Qin Siyuan. The stout man's momentum was like a chariot. Seeing that his arm was about to grab her neck, a force pulled her body to the side. At the same time, a section of bamboo tube seemed to rush out from her ear, facing the fat man's head.

Ning Yi grabbed Yunzhu's shoulder with one hand, pulling her body to the side. The fuse of the flintlock held up in the other hand had already extended into the barrel.

The fat man's pupils dilated for an instant.

With a loud bang. Deafening.

In the hall, like the butterfly's unfolding wings. Flames bloomed, and billowing smoke rose, almost covering people's bodies. On the other side, the blood and minced meat soaring into the sky almost formed a symmetrical fan shape with the smoke, splashing out all over. At this time, Ning Yi had already pulled Yunzhu to his side and hugged her. The fat man's body rushed through the smoke, rushed past them, and fell to the ground four or five meters away, smashing a stool into pieces. His head and neck were now a bloody mess, and blood spurted out of the wound, his body twitching.

These people rushed down from above, were themselves highly skilled in martial arts, and made up their minds. For a time, almost no one could react. In this almost most fierce momentum, feeling like almost no one could stop them, but also in this peak of one breath, the sudden encounter of the counterattack was also fierce to amazing. Seeing that the stout man was already completely dead, the scarred man who had also rushed nearby stopped in stunned for a few meters, and then, with a roar, killed towards Ning Yi.

The fastest and most burly man did not pay attention to this side. He had almost instantly shortened the distance with Song and Qin, and had already chased to the door at this time. At the same time, Song Qian was pulling Qin Lao out the door. Looking at the street, a lineup of dozens of people was rushing toward this Bamboo Note branch store. These people did not know where they came from, but it was obvious that they were coming with ill intentions.

This time, there was really no way forward, and pursuers behind...(To be continued. Cast recommendation votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)

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