I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

"Little girl, make two pots of fine wine and cut up two pounds of cooked beef."

A middle-aged vagabond with an unshaven beard wearing an old and leaky cloak walked into a tavern.

He didn't care about the old, oily chairs and sat down casually. Then he slapped the broken silver on the table and shouted to the little girl who was cleaning up the tables and chairs next to him.

The little girl was wrapped in a scarf, her skin was yellow, her face was ordinary, but her eyes were bright and bright. She is the shopkeeper's daughter.

The little girl came over, picked up the broken silver, weighed it, and then said with a smile: "Sir, the only rice wine sold in the store is rice wine, otherwise it is the newly brewed and high-quality peach blossom wine."

The wanderer sat back, exposing his lean abdominal muscles and various old injuries. He waved his hands and said casually: "Then peach blossom wine."

The cloak swayed slightly, and one could see the flute and long sword pinned to the left and right sides of his waist.

The little girl looked at his longer and messier hair than ordinary wanderers, and said, "Sir, this money is not enough..."

The wanderer, who was looking out the window and was distracted, hissed softly: "Is one pot enough?"

"Not enough."

"...."

The dashing vagabond fell silent.

His name is Yasuo. For some reasons, he has left his hometown and is far away from his homeland. His fallen leaves have no roots and are drifting in the wind.

He never expected that a person with great martial arts would end up unable to drink.

After a moment of silence, he ignored the emptiness in his stomach and said, "Then we won't serve beef, and we'll serve wine instead."

The little girl laughed and said, "Sir, judging from your accent, are you from the south?"

"So what?"

The little girl put away the money and said: "The emperor in the south is good and has low taxes. He also explicitly prohibits the government officials from bullying us people in the north. If anyone commits any crime, we can go to the county government office."

She added: "Sir, what do you think of two pounds of beef, a pot of peach blossom stuffing, and a pot of rice wine? Our rice wine is strong enough and has a mellow taste."

Yasuo said unnaturally: "I gave you all the money I have, I don't have much left for you."

The little girl smiled and said: "Don't worry. I won't charge you more money."

Yasuo was not polite and chuckled: "Okay. I'll make it up for you when I get here again one day."

There were no customers in the tavern, and the little girl quickly handed Yasuo the wine and beef.

So he sat at the window, rarely relaxing, looking out the window casually and recalling the past, while drinking and eating meat.

The little girl was sitting at the counter, peeking at him from time to time. When the wanderer wanted to turn his head, she just avoided it.

The tavern was quiet.

"Crash..."

The clear wine was poured into the bowl, but the ripples kept swaying, getting stronger and stronger without stopping.

"Someone is coming." Yasuo said softly.

"What?" The little girl was confused.

Before she could ask any more questions, a frightened cry suddenly came from outside: "The Red Fang Army is coming! Run!"

The sound of horse hooves and shouts broke the original tranquility of the town.

A group of several hundred soldiers appeared outside the town, all with cruel smiles on their faces.

Some of them were riding horses, some were walking, some were carrying knives, some were carrying guns, some were wearing armor, some were light armor, some were clothed in civilian clothes, and some were completely dressed like bandits.

The whole team's system is completely patchwork. At a glance, you can tell that it is a miscellaneous army formed by a bunch of defeated bandits colluding together.

The so-called Red Fang Army is because the "military flag" of this patchwork army with no organization and discipline is a red wolf fang.

The Red Fang Army is a typical Northern Qi rebel army. It is said to be a rebel army, but in fact it is a group of bandit soldiers.

But no matter how poorly equipped and disciplined they are, their cruelty is unstoppable to ordinary people.

What's more, there are still some well-equipped and powerful masters among them.

The people in the town were all frightened.

The Red Fang Army was notorious in this area. They ran around and looted, burned, killed, and looted without committing any evil.

If such a group of people passes by, the tranquility that was not destroyed by the Great War between Northern and Southern Qi will be completely crushed by them.

In the tavern, when the little girl heard the name of the Red Fang Army, her expression changed and she quickly said: "Sir! Stop eating! Run! The bandits are coming!"

She opened the back door and beckoned Yasuo to run after her.

Yasuo slowly finished his last sip of wine and asked, "Little girl, how long have your family lived here?"

The little girl was stunned and replied: "Our family has lived here for generations."

Yasuo sighed: "It's time to relocate to a new home. You have lived here for generations, why would you want to leave? If possible, who would be willing to leave home and go far away alone?"

He said: "Little girl, I will pay back your wine money right now. Peach blossom wine is indeed a good wine, and the rice grain wine tastes very good too."

Yasuo opened the front door and stood alone in the middle of the street.

The rebels were approaching, but he wiped his mouth and took out the flute from his waist.

Leaning against the doorpost, the melodious flute sound was melodious.

After only half of the song was played, the rebels were approaching.

Yasuo carefully covered the flute with a cloth and placed it in the corner of the roadside.

Subsequently.

Draw your sword and step forward.

Although there are thousands of people, I am going!

One flute and one sword settled the business, and he lived up to his reputation for fifteen years.

With a flick of the long sword, a strong wind blew on the street, and a tornado of sword energy immediately swept up dozens of people.

However, the Red Fang Army is notorious but has not been wiped out so far, which is naturally justified.

The leader of this bandit, a four-meter-tall man named Hongya, is actually from the Blood Demon Clan.

He was originally a captain of the Blood Demon Army, but since all the Blood Demon clans had been exterminated, he resigned himself to depravity and became a bandit.

Red Fang's reputation is not in vain, and Yasuo is also very powerful.

The two were facing each other head-to-head, and the fighting was so horrifying that the surrounding soldiers turned pale, and they were easily cut into pieces by the bloody sword energy.

In order to prevent the town from being shattered by the aftermath, Yasuo tried his best to pull the center of the battle to the outside.

With concerns, the initiative in the battle gradually fell into Hongya's hands.

What's even worse is that Yasuo already has old injuries that have not yet healed.

The blood demons are good at the blood path. In addition to encouraging themselves, they can also interfere with the enemy.

At this time, along the wound, Hongya drew Yasuo's blood out of thin air.

As he opened and closed his body more and more, streaks of blood gushed out from his abdomen.

Yasuo's stern face gradually turned pale.

At this moment, a golden dragon aura fell from the sky.

Yasuo was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that his whole body was filled with unimaginable power.

While swinging the sword, there was the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring.

Every sword energy also implies the true dragon form.

The old wounds on his body healed instantly.

Under the sword energy that he slashed more and more out of thin air, Hongya beheaded him.

The rest of the Red Fang Army fled, but after a battle, Yasuo only felt new power emerging from his body.

The power of the sword turned into a dragon's breath, and he killed nearly a thousand soldiers in a flash of his hand.

The rogue vibrated his sword, blood beads penetrated the cracked gold stone, and the sword's edge was as bright as snow.