Jiangnan Province is known as the Central Plains where the vein is, up for hundreds of years, are the place of literary elegance, where there is a drinking place, there must be a scholar who can chant poetry and make a right, that is, the girl who picks lotus, the old man who holds the boat, has nothing to do, and can sing a few famous sentences in his mouth.

Near Jiangnan Road, even ordinary restaurants seem to be contaminated with a three-and-a-half literati atmosphere, and the name is different from the rough and direct kind of Beidi, and will not take any names such as welcoming guests, as for the more straightforward and vulgar, Zhang's, Wang's, not to mention it.

Cheesy, too cheesy.

The shopkeeper of the Blowing Snow Restaurant wiped the table, and there was a pot of rice wine next to him, which was white and distracted.

At this time, Ben was far from the time to drink hot wine, the weather was still a little hot, and when he was young, he just liked to drink the wine that had been chilled in the well, and felt that the cold wine was poured into his throat, and then a line of fire was ignited, which was called comfort, but when he was older, he felt that the warm rice wine was more delicious.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to warm the wine jug, and the Jianghu guest next to him drank the wine and slapped the table for people to serve wine.

Xiao Er was busy running away, the shopkeeper was a little distracted, this period of time, the people on the rivers and lakes are moving around more and more frequently, he doesn't know what is going on, but he has received more guests in the rivers and lakes, and there are many people, so he heard about something.

The shopkeeper raised his hand and took a sip of wine.

A few days ago, two sword lights flew out of Tianjing City, and I heard that when they flew over, outside the city, in the mountains and rivers, I don't know how many swords broke free from the scabbard, and were attracted by the sword qi.

I heard that there are immortals in Kunlun Mountain going south, and the masters who are blocking the way don't know how much, so they all ignore it.

Then there is the change of the owner of the first village in the world, and many heroes in the world plan to go to the ceremony to see what kind of person can take over the burden of the old owner.

The rivers and lakes have never been a calm place, but it is rare for so many big things to happen at one time, just like three thunderbolts falling on the sea, the wind and clouds surged, and I don't know how many grass dragon snakes have been shaken, competing to run, stirring up the muddy and muddy under the originally clear water.

The shopkeeper drank the wine, got up and moved, and saw someone raise the wine flag, an old man and a young man walked in, the old man was wearing a green shirt, his hair was gray, white and listless, like a layer of white ash on the burned wood, but the waist pole was still very hard, followed by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, born delicately, a pair of eyes like a green bamboo forest after the rain, full of aura.

The girl carried two swords behind her back, one slightly wider and the other seemingly longer than the usual sword.

The old woman is a child who can not be provoked by the three taboos on the rivers and lakes, these two people are almost all occupied, and the people in the rivers and lakes inevitably look at it twice, but the shopkeeper feels that the two are kind, and personally led the two guests to find a window position on the second floor.

The old man sat down, but the girl with the sword on her back carefully untied the two swords behind her back and put them on the table before she was willing to sit down.

Lifting the teapot, first scalding the cup with hot water before pouring the tea.

Somehow, such an ordinary action also made the shopkeeper feel relaxed and happy, just like seeing the birds fluttering their wings and the rain falling on the lotus pond, naturally, just right, the best, the smile was much more sincere, and asked the old man what do you want to drink? The old man slapped the table and asked for a pot of the strongest wine, and then all kinds of snacks.

It's very smooth to say, and it's obvious that he's the owner of the tavern who often hangs out.

The shopkeeper went down and instructed the kitchen to prepare, and asked Xiao Er to add water again, and another guest came, so he turned around and left to greet the new guest.

Liwu took a sip of tea, and when he saw Dongfang Ximing's little face in front of him tense, he couldn't help laughing, stretched out his palm and pinched the little girl's cheek, then looked at the girl who looked up at him angrily, and teased:

"Why do you have a stinky face, I'm not dead yet, I look like I'm going to mourn, tell me about you, are you unlucky?"

Dongfang Ximing snorted:

"But, but...... Your hair is all white. ”

Li Wu pursed his lips disdainfully, raised his hand and grabbed his gray hair, and said with annoyance:

"Isn't it just a few white hairs? Anxious? When will you find some herbs to dye and dye them and they will all be black again? Let me tell you, I'm nothing, the old miscellaneous hair who lent me these two swords has already been bent over, and he is even worse than me, who am I, at least I can't live shorter than that old boy. ”

"When the time comes, after that old miscellaneous hair dies, I will go to the front of his mausoleum to drink wine and eat meat, and he has nothing to say, hehe, he can't crawl out of the grave."

The old man took a sip of tea and said to himself:

"Our generation has experienced too many things, we have done pleasant things in this life, and we have done a lot of things that we have to do against our will, and there is no way to reconcile in this life, and we can't talk about it, we can only talk about it later."

"No matter how bad it is, just go down and drink a few more drinks."

After a while, the little second in the tavern brought over all the dishes ordered by Liwu with a mahogany disc, and brought a pot of spirits.

The pungent smell of wine, even if it was sealed, Dongfang Ximing wrinkled his nose a little uncomfortably, but Li Wu only laughed, disgusted with the elegant wine glass porcelain cup in Jiangnan Province, waved his hand and let Xiao Er exchange it for a cheesy black pottery wine bowl, poured the clear wine into the bowl, and drank it with his neck up.

Fu picked up the chopsticks again, pinched several chopsticks and meat dishes in a row, and drank again, eating and drinking were refreshing.

Dongfang Ximing looked at the arrogant old man in front of him with a pair of eyes, and the chopsticks in his hand unconsciously poked the vegetables, poking out small holes in the squirrel fish with all the color and fragrance.

Since the old man handed out the sword on Kunlun Mountain a few days ago, she carried two magic weapons that flew out of Tianjing City, and followed the old man from Kunlun Mountain to Tianjing City, and the old man said that he wanted to return the sword in person.

On the second day of leaving Kunlun, an old man with a broken arm and leg hurried up with a simple swordsman, but he only drank wine once, and then separated again, and when he left, he passed her a sword, saying that although it was not as good as the sword on Kunlun Mountain, it was more than enough to practice self-defense.

She now remembered that the sword on Kunlun Mountain was still in a trance.

Following the old man everywhere in the past few years, she is no longer as ignorant of the rivers and lakes as she did when she first came out of Penglai Island, and in the words of those rivers and lakes, she has already said that the old man's sword has stepped on the land immortal that no one has arrived for thousands of years, and he is worthy of a sword immortal.

Sword Immortal......

The girl was in a trance, and thought of secretly reading the Jianghu script with the young lady on Penglai Island when she was a child.

Dressed in a long shirt like snow, the moon came down.

With just a wave of his sleeves, he is full of frost and snow without dust.

Looking up at the white-haired old man in front of him, who was eating and drinking, the corners of his mouth were stained with oil, and the admiration was vented cleanly, and there was nothing left, and he was annoyed, and the chopsticks in his hand poked the poor fish into fish floss.

After poking for a while, Dongfang Ximing put down his chopsticks, looked up at the old man who picked up the fish and meat and drank the wine, stayed for a while, and said softly: "Libo, you didn't see the sword at that time, Brother didn't see it......"

Liwu snorted.

The girl bowed her head and said:

"That sword, if Brother sees it, he should be able to see more than me, right?"

Liwu knocked a chopstick on Dongfang Ximing's skull with his backhand, with a crisp sound, and then shook his head lazily and said: "No, no, my sword is a fixed form, you and Zhang Tingyun's little guy can remember one or two of them, and they are used to lay the foundation, no problem, but your brother An Feng can see more than seventy percent." ”

Dongfang Ximing covered the top of his head and said blankly:

"Wouldn't that be better?"

The old man rolled his eyes, and casually said a good fart that shocked the little girl into a daze.

Liwu took a sip of wine and said slowly:

"The more you see, the more you get wrong."

"An Feng is not the kind of person who can study swordsmanship wholeheartedly, it is not of much use to see it, but he may trap himself in my sword and then not be able to get out, but the two disciples of Tianshan, one honest and the other crazy, it is more or less possible to come out."

"He? He can't, his temperament is too stable. ”

"My sword, the main reason is that my hands are itchy and I want to be so ruthless, and now I have no regrets about quitting the rivers and lakes, this body cultivation does not bring death to life, it is a pity to waste it."

"In the final analysis, the one who got the biggest benefit was actually the old immortal on Kunlun, except for the Qing Feng Xie and the old man with a broken arm and leg, and again, if An Feng is here, it will be of some use to a master with surprising strength, but unfortunately, that person doesn't seem to practice swordsmanship, and the benefits are limited."

"But the one who cultivates swordsmanship is partial and doesn't care, and fifty percent of his mind can be in swordsmanship."

Liwu took another sip of wine and sighed:

"But only fifty percent of his mind let him go to the front of tens of millions of people in the world in the most taboo distraction method of swordsmanship, I fought with him a few months ago, he borrowed the jade artifact spirituality to send a sword, the sword intent is strong, only under the woman who has about half of her foot on the land sword immortal in Qingfeng's solution."

"The contemporary sword saint, the swordsmanship is more accurate, but the sword intent is not as good as him."

"If you think it's a martial idiot, after the old immortal soldiers on Kunlun Mountain are dismissed, someone will eventually be able to take over this title and maintain the rivers and lakes for a hundred years...... However, it is also possible that it is to win hundreds of schools, do whatever you want to have such spirituality, too persistent but fall behind, is he still him like that? Not necessarily, no one can say this kind of thing clearly. ”

Dongfang Ximing was stunned and said:

"Brother, Master?"

Liwu glanced at her and said:

"That's not natural, where do you think he got his fist and sword body technique from? Naturally, there is a teacher. ”

"Hey, but the person who taught him to learn swords must be a cautious one, when An Feng was thirteen years old and first apprenticed, I threw a thunderbolt to him, and a few months ago, I estimated that the guy felt that the swordsmanship was refined, and he could find a way back, so he came with a sword without saying a word."

"If I hadn't let go of my mind at that time, I would have capsized in the gutter and shaved off this handful of hair on the top of his head, and I wouldn't have seen anyone in the end."

The old man raised his hand and touched the white hair on the top of his head, and his heart palpitated.

Dongfang Ximing looked at the old man's white hair, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, the low mood in his heart was finally relieved, and he ate something under the urging of the old man, he was born in Penglai Dongfang, after all, he was a first-class family in the world, his movements were elegant, and he couldn't tell that he was a maid at all, and after a while, he thought of something again, looked up and said curiously:

"You said that you were thirteen years old, did Brother learn martial arts when he was a child?"

The old man smacked his lips, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What kind of martial arts do you practice, practice martial arts, An Feng's kid, when he was a child, his body was very bad. I can't even do the most basic qi, let alone practice martial arts to build a foundation, and if I don't die, I burn high incense. ”

"When I was a child, I was bullied, and you can't come to me?"

The old man raised his hand to drink, and somehow thought of those things more than ten years ago, when Wang Anfeng was only four or five years old, after being bullied, the scholar struggled to get some snacks to comfort the child, and he walked in and bet with the little guy that there would be thunder on a sunny day.

Wang Anfeng naturally didn't believe it, so he bet on the snacks in his hand.

So that day, he beat the thunder in a radius of dozens of miles with a thunder fist, and the purple thunder slashed to the side of the footboard, scaring those little cubs who had bullied Wang Anfeng with trembling legs and feet, and then triumphantly grabbed the food from the little guy's hand, and dangled in front of him, and walked away.

Hey, it's hard to grab it right now, right?

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from the side, saying:

"Your Excellency is a master of the world? Why don't you put me in too? ”

Dongfang Ximing looked up and saw a handsome young man wearing red lips and white teeth suddenly appeared on the table next to him, dressed in white, with an extremely cold expression, the girl froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered the heavy snow that covered the entire Kunlun Ruins a few days ago, the huge jade dragon from the northern Xinjiang.

Liwu took a sip of wine, his expression was flat, and said: "The dignified Dugu Maha of the first in Northern Xinjiang, doesn't he say that he will not be able to leave Northern Xinjiang in this life?" Why did you come to my Central Plains Jiangnan Road to eat and drink? ”

Sitting next to the two of them was the first master of Northern Xinjiang, who single-handedly pulled out the frost and snow that had not melted for thousands of years on Yuhu Mountain, one of the three major spiritual mountains in the world, and went south recklessly.

Dugu Maha's expression turned cold.

The old man in front of him opened his mouth casually and lifted his two old bottoms.

The first thing is naturally that Kunlun Mountain was smashed with a punch and it took thirty years of hard work.

Tens of thousands of miles to nourish qi, thirty years of dry sitting and nourishing mind, but they are not as good as the immortals in Kunlun who raised their hands and stepped on them.

Even the method of beheading the three corpses of the Daomen that he had cultivated hard had smashed out a refining fake, and it was broken cleanly, and the wind and snow were scattered, and the incarnation of the old man was also smashed into a ball of dirty blood, falling into the thousands of miles of frost and snow that filled the Kunlun Ruins, and it was difficult to reunite.

As for the agreement not to enter the Central Plains, it was already a public case thirty or forty years ago, and people in the previous generation knew about these things, but most of them didn't have the courage to speak again.

Dugu Maha thirty-eight years ago but only after the year of confusion, he thought that he had achieved great achievements, all the way to the Central Plains, defeating dozens of masters, at that time, had not yet opened the troubled times that made the world's heroes enter the Dingzhong, and the rivers and lakes could be called a sentence of turmoil.

All the way down from the northern Xinjiang, if you want to watch the sunrise in the East China Sea, you will take off the plaque from the ancestral court of the upper door.

When he was killed in Wangxian County, the Northern Xinjiang Sect rushed to build momentum.

At that time, there were thousands of rings outside Wangxian County, and the red candles were bright at night, the lights were bright, and there were 3,000 zhang of red dust.

At that time, Dugu Maha used his own strength to fight against the thousands of warriors who rushed to hear the news, fist to fist, sword to sword, and he was invincible.

But just when he won the last battle, his momentum soared into the sky, and he was almost about to use this breath of victory to go straight to the great grandmaster, Li Xuanyi, who had been confined to Fang Cun for thirty years, stepped out of the willow embankment that he had self-banned.

Seeing color because of emptiness, giving birth to love from color, and betraying the Tao.

But because he couldn't do it, he passed on his feelings, cut off his color, and returned to the realm of pure emptiness.

Both temples are white, and he is dressed in a gray robe.

Li Xuan, who was amazingly talented back then, was a heavy empty man.

Only one willow branch was broken, and ten miles of red candles were broken.

The vitality of the ten sects in the northern Xinjiang was greatly damaged.

It also made the first place in northern Xinjiang with the momentum of the rainbow to the south, and made a vow not to walk in the Central Plains for the rest of his life.

Dugu Maha closed his eyes, dispelled the lingering Taoist appearance in his heart, slowly got up, raised his white right hand slightly, and said: "Gossip is here, I don't kill people to gossip, it's just that after all, you are a person who has been in contact with the land fairyland, and I want to see what you have." ”

"It doesn't seem like that."

"I see that you not only have lost the fairy realm, but also have fallen into the gate of heaven, Li Xuanyi spent thirty years to imprison himself, in exchange for a land immortal with a stick of incense when he left the customs, you and he are almost the same, they are just barely touching."

"It's just a pity, if your foundation is not damaged, I'm afraid it will be enough to match Li Xuanyi at this moment, leaving one or two hands of land immortals, hey, I don't know who I gave my life to, and I have to die here today, and when I die, I won't lose anything?"

Leaving the Dao to drink a bowl, he said lightly:

"The eldest husband acts with a clear conscience, so why should life and death be taken to heart."

"Land immortals, if you can take a look, you have no regrets in this life."

"It's just that although I fell into the realm, after all, I was a land sword immortal for a moment, can you eat my sword?"

Dugu Maha looked hideous: "Eat or not to eat, I stole the Taoist gate and punched the old Taoist priest who guarded the scripture building to death, but the Taoist priest tore off half of the Taoist treasure before he died, and he didn't have time to cut open the belly, so tired that I couldn't practice the three corpses to get home." ”

"If you haven't practiced at home, you haven't practiced at home, and you can use the body of a land sword immortal as a place to behead three corpses, and it's worth venturing into the Central Plains this time."

"When I take control of your body, I want to see what the so-called land immortals are!"

Liwu's expression was cold, and he said:

"If you do evil and disregard your life, even if you get the Daozang, you will never be able to go home!"

Liwu pressed his right hand on the table, Zhenyue, Ding Qin, the double swords came out of the temporarily equipped scabbard, the old man smashed the window with his shoulder, and flew out, Dugu Maha glanced at Dongfang Ximing, and never had the intention of taking down the girl to blackmail.

After stepping on the long dragon and chasing after Liwu.

The two of them had broken out of the city in an instant.

The city was bustling, there was a group of warriors fighting, and when I looked up, I saw that there was a sword light and thunder flashing, and then a white-clothed young man stepping on the snow dragon followed closely behind, whistling by, and all of them were sluggish for a while.

After all, Liwu has already fallen into the realm.

Dugu Maha was only broken by Kunlun who broke thirty years of penance, his own foundation is still strong, and he can be called a very strong grandmaster, but also the kind of unscrupulous temperament, decisive killing, after leaving the city, he has caught up with the old man.

Raise your hand and cover your hand, I press the Kunlun Ruins.

The Liwu double sword was not held in his hand, but hovered around his body, staggering to block this move.

The sword roared high, and both fell to the ground.

Dugu Maha stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was indifferent, after he left Kunlun Mountain, the concentration and spirit of sitting cross-legged for thirty years seemed to be smashed by the old man on Kunlun with a punch.

However, in a few days, he has black hair to his waist, and he has both handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a trace of blood from the pupils of his eyes to the black hair of his sideburns, there is a demonic aura.

The man in white tilted his head and sneered, "Aren't you hiding?" ”

"Where was your original Ben Lei Taichu?"

Leaving the abandonment path and closing his eyes, Zhen Yue and Ding Qin's twin swords floated in the air, falling flat on both sides of their shoulders.

The sword qi and sword intent are condensed into a sword gang.

Dugu Maha was about to forcibly ignore the gap in the realm with his own force, and killed the old man with a damaged foundation with infinite surging qi, when there was a sudden autumn thunderstorm in the east.

The angry shouting voice directly crossed and fell, I don't know how far.

In the next moment, Thunder ignored the distance of space and directly overtook this battlefield.

A figure wrapped in a purple thunder light fell heavily on the jade dragon, surging power, endless flowing thunder, smashing the jade dragon condensed by the qi machine from the dragon's head, coming from the East China Sea, completely ignoring the wound on the fist of the young man who had not healed his injuries collapsed again, and the blood was dripping.

With a low and angry cry in his mouth, he completely smashed the jade dragon.

Falling to the ground.

Liwu looked at the familiar silhouette, his eyes widening.

One day more than a decade ago.

In the afternoon, the village was still full of thunder.

A little guy leaned on the window and looked out.

The mighty man sat quietly on the roof, below was the eaves, and under the dilapidated eaves was a child with a small head sticking out, while he was chewing on the snacks produced by Wang Tiance, the corners of his forehead were tense, and at the same time he casually shielded the influence of Lei Jin for the wide-eyed child.

There is no terrifying roar and high temperature, so in the eyes of the children of the year, the thunderous roar that is enough to destroy thousands of iron horses is more like the only remaining fireworks in childhood, brilliant and dazzling, illuminating the darkness.

Dahan also felt that compared to the time when he was in the world of the rivers and lakes, at this time, he set off fireworks with Ben Lei's peerless school to scare the uninformed villagers, which was really a bit unspeakable.

But at that time, he bit the unpalatable snack and frowned, thinking that it was also the happiest punch in his life.

The gray-clad youth stopped before the old man.

Raise your hand and stop all the remaining jade dragon qi with both fists, without taking a step back.

The thunder that ran around was like the thunderous fireworks more than ten years ago.

Mighty and mighty, rushing to the beginning of thunder.

One day, someone will stand in front of you.

Use your past mastery to block the wind, rain and waves in front of you.

Just like you.

The young man raised his hand and pressed down the escaping energy, and his expression was cold in his eyes.

The right hand is led forward, the back is straight like a javelin, word by word, pious and arrogant, like thunder.

As you see.

The old man's eyes were blurred and he grinned silently.

The young man's mouth was like thunder.

"Ben Lei, the !! of the beginning"

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