"The House of Drinkers?"

Everyone came to a tavern, which was the tallest building in the whole street, a small three-story building, and the color of the wall was a few years old, but it was quite tidy, and there were a few good horses tied to the door, which looked unique compared to the whole street.

"The wine at this place is quite good. The Sword Saint of Destruction sniffed lightly and said with a smile.

Lu Ming frowned, whether it was on the earth or in this world, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, after all, alcohol would slow down the killer's keen sense, and it was easy to make wrong judgments. Lu Ming also knew that the wine-making capacity of this world was indeed not comparable to that of the industrially developed earth, and the alcohol content and taste were not comparable at all, but the smell of wine wafting from this tavern was extremely spicy and the taste was also very mellow, and it could be seen that there were indeed some means of winemaking.

Entering the tavern, there were a few well-dressed people drinking freely, talking to each other, and everyone seemed very happy under the influence of alcohol.

Lu Ming swept it and walked directly to the second floor, but the young man who followed was directly shocked back by Leng Jian's face.

The drinkers in the tavern seemed to sense that something was not right, but when they looked up left and right to stop the nausea, they didn't notice anything unusual. The young man shrank into the corner, trembling as if he had just come out of the ice cellar, but his heart kept telling him to forget about that murderous face.

Nangong Huajian grabbed a small wine jar with his left hand, and a steel sword was placed on the table, while next to it, there were all wine jars, and the table in front of him was not too big.

He drank it all in one gulp. Then he put down the wine jar decadently, his mouth sprayed a strong smell of wine, and his blurry eyes seemed to taste the spiciness, or thinking about something, and then he smiled bitterly, reached out and grabbed the other wine jar, crushed the mud seal at the mouth of the altar, and tilted his head sharply, with a faint beige liquor syrup poured into the mouth that had been prepared.

Knock Knock Knock......

The cold liquor carries a spicy and hot breath into the mouth, and the pleasure produced by the sharp contrast. It's unforgettable. Nangong Huajian was very intoxicated with this feeling, but suddenly, he suddenly felt something, which made him tremble. His eyes, which had begun to dim, were cast on the staircase. Lu Ming's indifferent face. appeared. Beside him were the Sword Saint of Destruction and the Old Sword Master, and finally Leng Jian and Zhuo Li Getu.

"You ......"

The sudden appearance of the crowd made Denangong Huajian stand up directly. was stunned on the spot, and then he reflexively rubbed his hazy eyes, and after seeing everyone clearly, he laughed, and a warm current in his heart gently brushed by, which was not the stimulation of alcohol, but the sudden appearance of everyone, which moved him.

In the next moment, the smile on his face converged, and his originally handsome face, now covered with stubble, looked so vicissitudes and decadence under the background of alcohol.

Time seemed to stand still, Nangong Huajian stood with the wine jar, and Lu Ming and the others also stood like this, looking at him silently.

The past experience kept coming to mind, Nangong Huajian suddenly smiled bitterly, no matter how strong his sword qi is, he will definitely drift away from everyone, that is, they don't dislike themselves, but they have become a drag, and from now on, it is impossible to be a person on the same road at all.

I have worked hard, struggled, and these brothers of life and death who can hand over their backs, and this is enough.

What else can life be? What's more, I've gotten, or I've got, more than enough.

Now only by letting them let go of this concern can I have peace of mind.

Nangong Huajian restrained his wry smile, he was already close to putting down the wine jar, and raised it again, he was about to drink again, but found that Lu Ming was holding a sword in his hand!

He had always held the sword in his left hand, but now he was holding it in his left hand, when did it come out of its sheath, and how did it come out of its sheath?

Nangong Huajian frowned, he didn't notice how his sword was unsheathed, or rather, his sword should have been there, but in the last moment, his sword was in the scabbard.

Lu Ming raised his left hand and stabbed out of thin air.

The sword is silent, and it is so simple that it could not be simpler.

Nangong Huajian's posture when he was about to drink instantly froze, this sword has the ups and downs of swordsmanship, the love of life and death, the touching of life, and the true meaning of swordsmanship......

The amount of information contained in this sword was too huge, so huge that it was like an unstoppable dragon, instantly filling Nangong Huajian's brain.

For a moment, Nangong Huajian laughed, he laughed loudly, and his smile was so hearty, how could he be a little decadent.

With a snap, Nangong Huajian slammed down the wine jar in his hand, then grabbed the steel sword on the table and walked towards Lu Ming.

At this moment, on a street that is not much pedestrianized from Wudao Street, the swordsman is walking hurriedly, because he is in a hurry, but also because he is afraid, the people who live on this street, no matter which one, are not rich, that is, powerful, and they can't afford to offend a single one, not even a look, otherwise they will be scrapped and thrown out of the street, even the state government will not care.

He hurried between the tall courtyard walls, and was frightened by the roars of all kinds of strange beasts that came out of him for a while, knowing that it was a monster raised by a rich or powerful person as a pet, and he couldn't afford to provoke it.

After walking for a while, he looked up and saw a mansion with the word 'Yang' written on it, and hurriedly walked in through the corner gate. This is the mansion that Yang Weide recently bought, and the source of the money is naturally the reward of this year's Sword Hall Trial Competition. However, I heard him say that he bought this mansion mainly to make a temporary residence for the goddess in his heart, so there is no one at all, because he likes to practice swords in a clean environment, and he has to serve the goddess in person.

"Fan Zhongsheng, I didn't tell you, do you want you all to come here less?"

In the wide courtyard, a slender and coordinated young man is gently dancing the sword, he has a handsome face with a slight melon seed shape, and a pair of slender sword eyebrows perfectly outline the face shape that a beautiful man should have, but his eyes have an extremely strong gloom, which makes people feel as if they are being targeted by a snake at a glance.

Fan Zhongsheng trembled, a dry smile appeared on his face, and hurriedly said, "Boss Yang, I have an urgent report, so I came." ”

"Urgent? Is it related to that waste man?" Yang Weide's sword in his hand was still waving gently, but when he heard his subordinates say that there was an emergency, he didn't put away the sword, and he didn't stagnate for half a minute.

Xiao Fan hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, no." ”

"What is this called!" Yang Weide's body moved, and the sword in his hand was sheathed: "Explain it to me clearly!"

Fan Zhongsheng trembled again, and he didn't even have time to swallow a mouthful of saliva, so he said: "The boss has always asked me to stare at Nangong Huajian's waste man, he is indeed dead now, he is still drinking all day long, and he doesn't even cultivate his true qi anymore, but today a group of people came from the direction of Tiandu City, old and young, men and women, but they came to find that waste man, and the younger brother can be sure that they are not here to challenge him, but others." ”

"What's the point of challenging a waster?" Yang Weide showed a grim smile at the corner of his mouth: "If you want to challenge, in the future, the entire younger generation of Fenghua City will also come to challenge me, others, are you still qualified?"

"Of course, but those people are going to the Holy Sword Mountain to challenge Lord Xuemei!"

"What? they dare to challenge the majesty of Lord Xuemei?" Yang Weide was shocked, and a layer of frost immediately appeared on his complexion, and his feminine face became cold and ruthless, and his eyes radiated a poisonous light.

Yang Weide felt that a sacred place in his heart was about to be desecrated, because Lord Xuemei could not repay his kindness in this life!

As early as three years ago, when his sword realm was only a first-bladed great sword master, he fell into a cultivation famine, not that he gave up, but no matter how he cultivated, the sword realm did not improve at all.

And at this time, Xue Mei appeared, it was so beautiful, white, cold and arrogant, just like the snow lotus on the holy mountain, without a trace of dust and fireworks all over her body, she was like a gift from the Supreme of the Sword Dao to herself, just a few points of advice, let herself step through that ditch.

A few times later, whenever she came to Fenghua City, she would come to see her, and then leave a few pills behind, so that her sword realm could be more steadily improved.

Although she hasn't spoken to herself for more than ten sentences, the more she is like this, the more extraordinary she seems to be Lord Xuemei, she is a real, high-minded existence!

He looked around his surroundings, the huge courtyard, the exquisite architectural design, the beautiful garden scene, all of which showed that to own this place is to have a preeminent status.

This is my house, my resting place for the Goddess. Yang Weide has always put Xue Mei in his heart, and at the same time, he is aware that his steps are getting closer and closer to the goddess in his heart.

He didn't just think about it once, as long as he stood a little higher, he could touch the goddess, and at that time, he would be more qualified to stand by the goddess's side and accompany her to fight the world together!

Every man has ambition, and every man has a supreme goddess in his heart, and that cannot tolerate blasphemy, even if it is just a few reptiles.

However, recalling that a year ago, in addition to the person who suddenly disappeared in Nangong Huajian's team, there was also a young man, and now it seems that that young man should be Lu Ming.

This kid... There are no powerful friends at all, Nangong Huajian is the same, he was proud that he didn't make any friends before, he didn't care about anyone, and now he is down-and-out and no one wants to be his friend! (To be continued......)