Today, the imperial court is exacting taxes and miscellaneous taxes, leviing extortion, the powerful annexing land, oppressing the people, and there are natural disasters everywhere, which has already aroused the anger of the heavens and the people, and famine is everywhere.

There are endless worries about internal strife, and there are also constant external troubles.

The alien races in the border areas are eyeing the land of the Central Plains and often invade and plunder.

In the rivers and lakes, there is even more turmoil, and vendettas are continuous.

It can be said that it is difficult to find a pure place.

This small town has a hint of prosperity and happiness.

In the town, an inn stands in the middle of the city.

Among the people who come and go, most of them are strangely shaped, carrying guns and sticks, and carrying swords.

At a glance, you can see that they are people in the rivers and lakes, not good stubble.

But those pawn traders and ordinary people are also accustomed to it, and they do not hide or avoid it.

On the contrary, they are mixed in, talking loudly, and even blushing, not afraid of these fierce martial arts figures.

"Did you hear that? Recently, another major event has happened on the rivers and lakes. ”

"Isn't it the legendary martial arts holy land, the Shaolin Ancient Temple reopened the mountain gate, and the people who want to find the destiny of heaven are widely distributed?"

"I heard that all the forces in the rivers and lakes have been on fire several times in order to win a golden post."

"Who doesn't know this? Do you still need to say it? Lao Tzu is talking about another big thing! ”

"Oh? What could be compared to this? ”

"Hehe, the Dugu Sword Saint of Wushuang City, who has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, has suddenly reappeared in the rivers and lakes recently, and has also given the World Association a battle post to help the lord of the world, and he will fight it out."

"Hero? It is said that more than a month ago, this male gang leader was once in the legendary Shaolin monk in his own world altar, a fiasco, why did this old sword saint suddenly reappear in the rivers and lakes, and deliberately challenged him? Could it be that this is called beating the water dogs? ”

"Hahaha!"

"You don't know that the male gang leader was defeated by the Shaolin monks, and he was eager to save face, so he actually made a move on Wushuang City, and sent his own disciple on the bright side, the god of the wind to assassinate the Dugu City Lord and seize the heirloom sword of Wushuang City, and secretly, he also sent people to infiltrate Wushuang City, provoke chaos, and kill countless people."

"I heard that the god of the wind was in chaos, for some reason, he suddenly went berserk and made great progress in martial arts, and he was almost killed by the Dugu City Lord, but in turn he almost killed the Dugu City Lord, and at the last moment, a young man suddenly appeared, and he saved the Dugu City Lord's life."

"Yes, yes! I heard that the young man was the disciple who defeated the Shaolin monk in one move, no wonder he was so powerful! ”

"Even so, after this incident, Wushuang City can be said to have suffered heavy losses, and the old sword saint broke through in anger and handed out a battle post to Xiongba."

"In this way, that hero has just been defeated miserably, do you still dare to fight?"

"Why don't you dare? Who are you worthy of the Lord of the world? How many people can be defeated by martial arts? Not everyone has the ability of a Shaolin monk, although the old sword saint was famous back then, he has not been out of the rivers and lakes for decades, and now he is over the age of old, and it is a question of whether he can pick up a sword or not......"

As he spoke, a young man suddenly entered the door of the inn, holding a simple sword in his hand.

The man glanced at these people, and for some reason, they were silent in their hearts.

The man stepped sideways, and with a little respect, invited an old man with frosty hair behind him in.

Seeing this old man, not only the few people who spoke wildly just now, everyone in the inn felt that the cold hairs on their bodies stood up, as if someone was holding a sharp blade, close to the skin, wanting to cut it but not cutting, which made people feel a cold cold from the bottom of their hearts.

The old man's gaze swept lightly into the inn, and then he took it back, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the old man walk into the backyard of the inn with awe.

With a cold sweat, they looked at each other, and hurriedly got up and left, for fear of causing a big disaster.

In the blink of an eye, the inn, which was full just now, became empty.

The shopkeeper at the counter shook his head and sighed: "Business is difficult to do, this kid Jian Chen, if you bring this kind of guest, won't you bring it in through the back door......"

After the inn.

The young man led the old man to a small courtyard, bowed down and said, "Senior, please." ”

The frost-haired old man took two steps forward, looking at this seemingly simple courtyard, and there were daunting flashes of edge in his eyes.

Slowly spoke: "Nameless? Sure enough, you're still alive. ”

"I haven't seen you for many years, how is the old man good? Please let in and tell us. ”

A flat, deep voice came from the courtyard.

"Hmph."

The old man's eyes flashed with a look of surprise or joy, and a hint of eagerness to try, and he stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man was already standing with his hands in his hands.

This person was dressed in a simple long robe, elegant with a bit of decadence.

There is a trace of heroism and righteousness between the eyebrows, but it cannot be concealed in any way.

Other than that, he just looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

"How about a drink, please?"

The middle-aged man didn't wait for the old man to respond, so he sat down at the table and picked up the wine jug.

The old man said coldly: "The old man never touches a drop of wine in his life. ”

The middle-aged man didn't stop in his hand, poured a glass of wine for himself, put it in his mouth, and sighed: "It's a pity, you should have missed a lot of fun in your life." ”

The old man's face was unhappy: "Hmph, wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and it is even more taboo in the way of the sword." ”

"My sword has long been passed down to my disciples, and I have no sword in my hand for a long time."

The middle-aged man was unpleasant at him, and picked up the flask again and poured wine into the glass.

"Really? Why did the old man see that you are a sword in yourself? ”

Before the old man's words fell, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, a trace of cold light, like the edge of a sword, appeared out of thin air, shot towards the wine jug in his hand, and came in an instant.

But he didn't even touch the crystal liquor poured out of the pot, and it was fleeting.

The old man's eyes flashed with astonishment, and in an instant, they turned into a kind of pleasure that seemed to be relieved.

"Alas, it seems that your cultivation has reached an incredible state, and even if the old man fights you again, he will definitely lose."

The middle-aged man poured himself a drink, and said indifferently: "The sword in my hand is gone, the sword in my heart is dead, what does it mean for me to win or lose?" Wouldn't it be nice to spend your days in leisure and enjoy yourself? ”

The old man sneered: "Hmph, I can't imagine that the martial arts myth that was invincible in the world in the past is so willing to be bland." ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "It is precisely because I was too sharp and famous that I let my beloved wife be killed by the enemy, and I still don't know who the enemy is." Grievances and grievances, when will they be over? It's better to leave it at that. ”

"That's why you faked your death and escaped, retired to the rivers and lakes, and cowered in this inn?"

The old man said coldly: "In that case, why did you find me again today?" What is a dead man to do to me, a living man! ”

The middle-aged man drank the wine in his glass, raised his head and said, "Sword Master, I hope that you will give up fighting with the Giant." ”

"Hahahaha!"

The old man looked up and laughed: "You are a dead person, and you are still meddling in things? ”

The middle-aged man didn't think about it, and shook his head: "The day when the world will now dominate the rivers and lakes is not far away, and the rivers and lakes are gradually calming. ”

"If he is defeated by your hand, the world will fall apart, and the rivers and lakes will fall into catastrophe again, and the world will no longer be ruined? Why is the common people innocent? ”

"Big joke! Xiongba provoked the bloody rain in the rivers and lakes, killing countless people, the old man killed Xiongba, it was for the heavens, and in your mouth, he became a great evil person who set off a catastrophe? ”

"The rivers and lakes are calm? You have been dead for a long time, I don't know what is going on in this world, do you know what Shaolin demon monk is now on the rivers and lakes, what kind of golden post invitation, what is the legend of the Mandate of Heaven, which makes the rivers and lakes boil and the world is turbulent? ”

"Hey, Taiping? I haven't seen it for long, not only the catastrophe of the rivers and lakes, but the collapse of the world, the continuous war, and then it was really devastating! The common people have been robbed! If you are nameless, if you are powerful, why don't you calm down the Shaolin Temple that provoked turmoil and caused chaos in the world, and restore peace to the rivers and lakes? Is there still a peace in the world? ”

The old man shouted angrily, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice come slowly.

"Amitabha, the words of the sword saint donor are unfair, our temple has always been to my Buddha, compassion for the heart, will only help the world, how can it be a disaster?"

"The myth of martial arts is really compassionate, but how can a mere tyrant be connected to the fate of the common people? The dignified Heavenly Sword Venerable, can't even see the real catastrophe clearly? ”

"Who is it?!"

The old man was startled, but the middle-aged man next to him still looked indifferent, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and said lightly: "It's twilight, the night breeze is cool, Your Excellency has been peeking on the side for a long time, it's better to come in and have a glass of wine to warm up." ”

"Hehe, it's better for the little monk to be respectful than to obey his fate."