Chapter Seventy-Seven: Jing Wuhua

The broken branch wine is heavy, and the cold and snowy night is long

Li Changfeng has seen Lixue's low-eyebrow smile, her helpless panic, her domineering charm, and her soft smile.

But I have never seen her crying helplessly and desperately.

But on today's snowy night, he saw through the despair of the other party.

The pothos is Sun Luosheng's famous saber, just like the red pill that was red in the 700,000 mountains of Nanyue, the blade of the pothos flashed, and the tables, chairs, benches, and wine cups in this tavern were divided into two, and the wine glass that Li Changfeng placed on his chest had long been broken in two, but not a drop of wine was spilled, only a fine line was left on the wall of the cup.

The young guy was facing Sun Luosheng, who had the strongest sword strength.

He could clearly feel the breath of death, so he decided not to spare his hand, and quickly slid a trajectory under his feet, and his body retreated.

Sun Luosheng clearly saw the trajectory under his feet, and the corners of his eyebrows jumped wildly, but the knife in her hand moved forward a little further.

For the Rakshasa Temple, killing is an art.

As long as Sun Luosheng took out the knife, she would never retreat again.

Even if the other party is a person who also practices the Divine Practice.

A young guy who sells wine in the middle of the night is not only a cultivator of the Heavenly Wolf Realm, but also the "Divine Practice" of the Rakshasa Palace.

Sun Luosheng felt that there was too much hidden in this tavern, so she decided to split the tavern with a knife to see if it was black or white.

For the first time, the young man's face was flustered, a radical departure from his previous ramblings, for he realized that the woman was indeed trying to kill him, not joking.

Although his body was retreating, the tip of Sun Luosheng's knife was no more than an inch away from his throat.

So he did something that he had done many times in his life.

"Old man, if you don't save me, you're going to die!

In this tavern, there are only two people except Li Changfeng, Wenren Lixue, Bai Ye and Sun Luosheng.

The lame old man threw the rag on the table from which he was wiping his glass, turned around, and poked two fingers forward.

He leaned towards the green pothos in Sun Luosheng's hand.

Nameless's back was already close to the tavern wall, so he couldn't retreat, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The green Luo blade in Sun Luosheng's hand only needs to probe forward a little bit to pierce Nameless's throat, but it is this distance that is difficult to move forward.

The lame old man's withered fingers caught the blade.

Sun Luosheng narrowed his murderous eyes: "Are you finally willing to make a move?"

The lame old man is not good at words, but Nameless is a talker.

He let out a sigh and said, "This aunt ......"

Sun Luosheng's apricot eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Who do you call Auntie?!!"

Nameless swallowed his spit at her eyes and said, "This sister." ”

When he saw Sun Luosheng's eyes calm, he suddenly returned to the appearance of a hippie smile: "This sister, since the old man has made a move, you can't kill me, since you can't kill me, I can't kill you, why don't we sit down and have a glass of wine together and have a good chat?"

Sun Luosheng snorted coldly, although she didn't want to admit it, she still put away the knife, and Shi Shiran sat on the stool.

In this tavern late at night, not only did a runaway from the Heavenly Wolf Realm appear, but also a tavern shopkeeper from the Holy Realm, which was really interesting.

Since the sister with the knife sat down, it showed that she would not kill herself again for the time being, and grinned namelessly, skillfully ripped off the rag on her shoulder, wiped the tables, chairs and benches clean, brought wine glasses and teacups, and brought three pairs of cold dishes and chopsticks from the back kitchen.

Sun Luosheng took a sip of the wine glass in front of him, this wine was sweet and fragrant, and it was really of the highest quality.

Nameless smiled and said, "Sister is not afraid that I will poison you?"

Sun Luosheng sneered and said, "As long as you dare to poison you, I am sure that I will kill you at the last moment before I die, regardless of whether there is a Saint Realm powerhouse by your side to protect you." ”

Nameless gave a thumbs up: "Sister really has courage, but you made a mistake, the old man is not a Saint Realm powerhouse, and his cultivation may have reached the Dao Heavenly God King Realm." ”

The corners of Sun Luosheng's eyebrows jumped wildly, and her hand holding the knife was trembling.

Dao Heavenly God King Realm!

Just five words can change everything.

The pinnacle of power in the earthly world has jumped out of the shackles of mortals, and the gap between the Holy Realm and the Dao Heavenly God King Realm is no longer something that can be made up by any weapon.

Nameless picked up the flask and poured her a glass of wine with a smile: "Sister, do you still want to fight?"

Sun Luosheng turned his head, stared at the lame old man and said, "Who are you?"

Sun Luosheng once asked Nameless who you are, but Nameless did not answer, at this time Sun Luosheng asked the lame old man who you are, but Nameless said: "He, his name is Wuhua, Jing Wuhua." ”

The pothos in Sun Luosheng's hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Sun Luosheng picked up the wine jug in front of him and poured three sips before calming the shock in his heart.

Who is Jing Wuhua?

The master of the art of assassination in the Rakshasa Palace, the twenty-eighth generation head Jing Wuhua, did not expect to be the lame old man in front of him, I heard that he had forcibly broken into the nineteenth floor of the lock demon tower and finally returned in vain, I don't know why, he fell into this Chang'an City and opened a tavern.

Sun Luosheng looked at the young guy and said, "Then your name is Jing Wuming?" Then ...... your relationship with him?"

Jing Wuming said: "My name is Jing Wuming, his name is Jing Wuhua, of course he is my father!"

At this time, Bai Yeyou, who had just been slapped by Jing Wuming, woke up slowly, and when he heard his words, he took a mouthful of blood and said: "The father is called Jing Wuhua, and the son is named Jing Wuming, you father and son are really interesting!"

Sun Luosheng and Jing Wuming scolded at the same time:

"Shut up!"

"If you dare to intervene again, believe it or not, I'll slap you away?"

Bai Ye probably didn't have much of an impression of the name Jing Wuhua, but Sun Luosheng knew the horror of the lame old man sitting opposite.

He is a super powerhouse who can cultivate both assassination and concealment to the God King realm at the same time.

If this lame old man wants to kill the people in this tavern, I'm afraid he won't even be able to see the other party's knife.

Sun Luosheng looked at the old man in front of him who was shrunk and holding a wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then looked at the cup and slowly became distracted.

"Why did he become like this?"

Over the years, the Rakshasa Temple has sent many people to find Jing Wuhua's whereabouts, but they didn't expect him to be in Chang'an City, although it was unexpected, but it was also reasonable, a cultivator of the God King Realm who was good at assassination and concealment, if he didn't want others to find out, I'm afraid no one would find out.

Hidden in the city, in the middle of the night in Kyoto, opening a tavern, watching people come and go, and living this life peacefully, I am afraid is the life he wants.

At this thought, Sun Luosheng didn't know if it was correct for him to force the two of them to reveal their identities.

Jing Wuming pursed his lips and said: "The old man has a strong temper, after my mother is pregnant with me, he still has to climb some tower, saying that there is a way to make people immortal, as a result, my mother died of dystocia, and after the old man came back, he was not willing to give up all day long, he didn't like to talk, sometimes his mind was clear, he could say two words to me, and if he was not sober, he would be confused all day." ”

Sun Luosheng said: "He didn't tell you when he was sober, why did he become like this?"

Jing Wuming poured a glass of wine: "Said it." ”

He said that there was a bronze door on the tower, and there was a god behind the door. ”

Sun Luosheng muttered to himself, pondering this sentence repeatedly, this tower should refer to the Lock Demon Tower of Flying Fox Valley, but there is a bronze door on the tower, what does it mean that there is a god behind the door?

Is there really a god in this world?

But if even the powerhouses of the God King Realm say that they are gods, how powerful must they be?

Sun Luosheng looked at Jing Wuhua with slightly empty eyes and said, "At the top of the Lock Demon Tower, is there really a god?"

Jing Wuhua's rough hand rubbed the wine glass and was silent.

Jing Wuming said: "If he is willing to say it, he has already said it ten years ago, so why wait until now." ”

Sun Luosheng sighed, got up and bowed to the ground, and respectfully kowtowed to him.

"When I was a child, you taught me that you can count me as half a master, although I don't know what happened to you, but you have suffered this worship. ”

In the old man's empty eyes, a trace of clarity and struggle suddenly appeared, but in the end, he returned to his godless appearance.

Sun Luosheng got up and said to Jing Wuming: "You know the magic trick of the Rakshasa Palace, and your cultivation has reached the holy realm, I believe that your father has taught you to practice, I will not reveal your whereabouts to the Rakshasa Palace, but there are many masters in the hall, it may not be impossible to find you, it is better to make plans early." ”

Jing Wuming raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "I thanked my sister first." ”

Sun Luosheng was just about to turn around and leave, when Jing Wuming suddenly said behind his back: "The old man said, I hope you can give him a chance." ”

Sun Luosheng paused, carried Li Changfeng, who was covered in blood, and left the tavern without looking back.

Chang'an City is located on the east coast of Kyushu by the sea, there is a lake by the city, the name is very simple, called East Lake.

The majestic and majestic Chang'an in Kyoto was originally a small fishing village that grew, but there were still few fishermen who relied on the sea to eat the sea, and more of them were rural villagers who moved their families, who were accustomed to living a freshwater life, and they did not adapt to the salty water near the sea, so they dug the lake and named it East Lake.

At this time, Sun Luosheng and the four of them stood by the lake, tonight is the winter solstice, it is the birthday of the snow, the stars in the sky are hazy, the bright moon is very clear, the east bank is perennial wind, and the lake is sparkling.

The bright moon urges people to grow old, and they raise their heads to send lovesickness.

Sun Luosheng looked at the bright moon in the sky and said calmly: "You can't tell anyone about tonight. ”

She didn't specify who it was, but Li Changfeng and the three of them all felt the weight of her words.

"There are many things involved in the past of the Rakshasa Palace, and the relationship is complicated, which is not something you can understand, so you should not have seen what happened tonight, and it is also a kind of protection for you. ”

There was also a discordant voice that broke the tranquility of the place and reached Sun Luosheng's ears.

"Humph!"

Sun Luosheng turned around, looked at Li Changfeng with a calm face, and said, "Why are you sneering?"