"I lost" Zhuo Bufan muttered these three words, these three words seemed to have been read for a century.

For the cultivation of internal force, he knows that he is not as good as many people in the martial arts, but he thinks that he is not inferior to others in the competition of swordsmanship, and he doesn't know how many famous people he has killed since he obtained the nameless swordsmanship, and even several people are higher than him, but they still die under his sword.

But the swordsmanship he was most proud of, actually lost?

"Your swordsmanship is very strong" Chen Ziang said seriously, if it weren't for his swordsmanship being Dugu Nine Swords, maybe the person who lost would be himself.

I thought that I would be able to divide the winner within ten rounds, but I didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to survive to fifty-seven rounds!

"Kill me," Zhuo Bufan said dreamily.

"Waste" Chen Ziang lifted a jar of wine in the corner of the wall and spilled it all on Zhuo Bufan's face.

The cold wine fell on Zhuo Bufan's face, which did not make him sober, and he still looked decadent.

"I originally wanted to praise you a few more words, but seeing your appearance, I really don't want to bother to speak, remember, you are a sword god!" Chen Ziang said loudly.

Zhuo Bufan snatched the wine jar in Chen Ziang's hand and stumbled out of the inn, like a drunkard drunkard, even his beloved saber was left in the inn, but he never looked at it again.

After he walked out of the inn gate, the crowd retreated, because this was a supreme master, and people were afraid that he would suddenly burst out and hurt him.

One person, holding a wine jar, walked lonely on the street in the light rain.

No one knew where he was going, not even himself.

A few people in the martial arts walked into the inn with courage, and Chen Ziang almost wanted to befriend him, but he refused with a smile.

Xu Ling walked to Chen Ziang's side and said worriedly, "Have you been hurt?" The tricks between you masters are terrifying! ”

"I'm fine," Chen Ziang shook his head.

"Guest, those drinks and food of yours?" The shopkeeper walked up to Chen Ziang and asked with a smile.

"Send it to my room," Chen Ziang said, and walked upstairs.

In the room, there is a bed and a desk.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought the food and drinks, and the efficiency was surprisingly fast.

"You use it slowly, just tell me something," the shopkeeper said respectfully, and then left the room and closed the door at the same time.

"I don't understand why you suddenly want to test your swordsmanship with that person," Xu Ling asked curiously.

"Because I want to learn how his swordsmanship is, it can be said that it is a momentary itch," Chen Ziang picked up the stall and slapped the sealing mud with his daughter's red palm, poured himself a glass and tasted the wine.

"Ziang, I can't understand you more and more, it seems that you can do anything," Xu Ling said adoringly.

"No, if the person fighting the sword is actually above me, I only won him because my swordsmanship is better than his" Chen Ziang took another sip and exclaimed, "Good wine!" ”

"I don't understand, isn't the competition for swordsmanship just to see whose swordsmanship is masterful?" Xu Ling asked ignorantly.

"Let's put it this way, if his swordsmanship is as good as mine, then the person who loses will be me, he is the person I have ever seen who fits the sword the most, maybe he was born to practice swords, dance swords, and use swords, if you use one word to describe it, it is the unity of man and sword!" Chen Ziang told all his judgments about Zhuo Bufan.

He is not afraid of embarrassment, because if the person who loses in life and death will still be Zhuo Bufan, Chen Ziang still has many backhands that have not been used, such as Ling Bo Weibu, he did not use Ling Bo Weibu when he was competing with Zhuo Bufan, otherwise Zhuo Bufan would have lost a long time ago.

"That's a pity, I see that he lost his soul when he lost to you, maybe he will be depressed" Xu Ling said and poured a glass of wine and drank it in small sips.

It's like a perfect work of art, and most people want it to remain in its perfect form rather than be destroyed.

"It's okay, this can be regarded as a tempering for him, jade can't be made without cutting" Chen Ziang finished speaking, and began to taste this dish with Jiangnan characteristics, "It tastes good, you can taste it"

"Hopefully" After Xu Ling finished speaking, he also began to deal with the dishes on this small table, and was soon impressed by this Jiangnan delicacy, and he couldn't stop eating.

After a while, all the dishes on the table were eaten, and a jar of wine was wiped out by the two of them, Xu Ling was a little drunk, and his cheeks were flushed.

"I'll ask Xiao Er to bring hot water in a while, you wash up and go to bed first, I still have things to do" Chen Ziang drank the last glass of wine, and then walked out of the guest room.

In the Songhe Tower, three or two guests were drinking downstairs.

Upstairs, at the moment, there was a person drinking in despair, and the cold wind was blowing.

Chen Ziang walked upstairs, and sure enough, he saw Zhuo Bufan in the corner, and there were already three empty wine jars at his feet.

"You can pick a place, I found several wine shops to find this place," Chen Ziang said with a light smile.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head and glanced at Chen Ziang, and said drunkly, "What are you looking for?" You're here to see my jokes? ”

"Yours is going to see your jokes need to wait until now?" Chen Ziang asked rhetorically.

"And what are you going to do?"

"If you are so decadent, have you forgotten your blood feud?"

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know all about me! Zhuo Bufan's eyes shone brightly, and he squinted at Chen Ziang, wanting to see him through.

"You don't care who I am, I'll ask you if you want to take revenge, if you don't want to, I'll leave now" Chen Ziang asked.

"Will you help me?" Zhuo Bufan felt a glimmer of hope, although it was very slim.

"No, of course your revenge will be avenged by yourself," Chen Ziang shook his head.

"Me? I can't even fight you, how can I defeat her? Zhuo Bufan shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"What do you mean you can't even fight me? Downgrading an opponent won't make you stronger, but I can make you stronger," Chen Ziang finished speaking, and threw a hand-drawn sword book onto the table.

"Dugu Nine Swords? This is your swordsmanship? Why are you helping me? Zhuo Bufan asked three questions in a row, a swordsman should regard his swordsmanship as a treasure, and some even didn't want to tell his heirs, just to prevent others from finding a way to break it.

"Because I don't want to watch a generation of sword gods fall like this, practice this set of sword techniques well, and then become a real sword god!" Chen Ziang said solemnly.

"What do you need me to do? If this set of swordsmanship is true, I will be willing to spend the rest of my life working for you after I take revenge" Zhuo Bufan said seriously, one of his two major goals in life is to kill Tianshan Tong's grandmother to avenge it, and the other is to pursue supreme swordsmanship, and the answer to all this may be in this sword book.

"If I want you to die for me, I don't need to be so troublesome, in my mind, a swordsman should be arrogant, except for his own sword, he will not surrender to anyone else, are you such a swordsman? Hehe," Chen Ziang said, then turned around and walked down the attic.

The moon is like a hook, and it is still raining sporadically outside the building.