"Eat and drink for yourself, don't bother the old lady if you have nothing to do."

In the face of the respectful salute of the Qingyang Daoist, who has a well-known name in the cultivation world, the proprietress didn't even bother to look at him, and waved her hand impatiently.

It's like driving away annoying flies.

For Qingyang Dao people, today's focus is on meeting Yu Qingzhi here, and greeting is just a ritual procedure, and it doesn't matter what the attitude of the proprietress is.

Hearing this, he smiled slightly, went to the wine cabinet to get shochu and side dishes, and sat down at the table next to the door to wait.

Soon a white shirt appeared at the entrance of the alley, and several families in the narrow alley opened the courtyard door.

Out of the third courtyard on the left is a burly man with a full face of meat, looking at the shabby clothes he is wearing, thinking that he should be a coolie who has been carrying bags and pulling goods all year round.

An old man with a goatee and a patched green shirt came out of the courtyard on the right. The old man made a living by setting up a stall on the long street next door to write letters for others all the year round, and occasionally sold a few calligraphy and paintings in exchange for some wine money.

The fifth house on the left... The seventh household on the right...

A total of eight people of different shapes came out of their courtyards, leaning against the door frame, looking at Yu Qingzhi who slowly entered the alley with cold eyes.

These eight people were all people who had eaten in the tavern not long ago, and at this time they all stood in the alley, like guards.

"General Xue, long time no see."

Yu Qingzhi greeted the strong man with a smile.

"Lord Liu, next time there are calligraphy and paintings to sell, remember to inform me in advance, painting holy ink treasure is rare."

After taking a few steps forward, Yu Qingzhi stopped and bowed to the old man in green shirts.

"Grandpa Chen... Mr. Xie... Governor Lu... Commander Zhou..."

Yu Qingzhi greeted them one by one, calling out those official positions that made ordinary people dazzled when they heard it. But these people either snorted coldly or rolled their eyes, and none of them gave Yu Qingzhi a good face.

Under the gaze of eight people, Yu Qingzhi walked to the door of the tavern, and first looked at the proprietress who was sitting at the table flipping through the book.

I haven't been here in years, and everything around me is the same as before.

Only the corners of the proprietress added a few wrinkles to her eyes.

People still have to get old after all.

Yu Qingzhi sighed with emotion, stepped over the threshold, and sat down opposite the Qingyang Dao people.

"That golden light last night was because of you, shouldn't I congratulate you on your cultivation and advancement, and you are about to break through to the third rank and become the second god catcher of the Immortal Division."

Qingyang Daoist filled the wine glass in front of Yu Qingzhi and said with a smile.

"Not me."

Yu Qingzhi picked up the wine glass, took a sip and replied.

"Don't bluff me, I can see clearly, that golden light is from the Yamen of the Immortal Division, who else can there be besides you? It can't be the little liar named Rong Fei. ”

"Well, that's him."

"It's just old friends gossiping, and it's so boring to hide it."

"What if it were me? I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well. ”

Seeing that the Qingyang Daoist didn't believe it, Yu Qingzhi didn't continue to explain and asked rhetorically.

"Alas, it's all things that need to be worried about at that level, and it has nothing to do with me."

Qingyang Daoist took the wine glass and drank it all, then shook his head and said.

"According to legend, Da Chu has three uniques, the wine that can't get drunk, the beauty that can't be seen enough, and the undefeated euphorbia. Now that the style of the Euphorbia is gone, it is also a good thing to be able to taste fine wine and see beautiful women in the tavern in the narrow alleys of Kyoto. ”

Bang!

The proprietress folded the book in her hand and slammed it on the table.

"Hehe, this kind of talk is not your Qingyang style, I'm afraid I've been reciting it for a long time."

Yu Qingzhi laughed.

"Qingzhi still understands me, and the poor road is also entrusted by others, so I have to force it, I hope you will forgive me."

Qingyang Daoist craned his neck and said loudly, as if he wanted to explain it to someone.

Before leaving, Senior Sister Yu Qingzi deliberately explained two things. The first one has been done, and the second one is next. ”

As he spoke, Qingyang Daoist took out a letter from his arms and put it in front of Yu Qingzhi.

Yu Qingzhi was just about to reach out to take it, but Qingyang Daoist raised his index finger and quickly clicked three times on the letterhead.

In the next moment, the letterhead turned into a brilliant flame, and a woman's face faintly appeared in the flames, and an ethereal voice came out.

"Yu Lang... Where to go! ”

The flames were fleeting, only a few wisps of green smoke slowly drifted away, and there was still a fairy sound that lingered in my ears.

"Hmph, shameless."

The proprietress slapped her book on the table and cursed in a low voice.

Qingyang Daoist smiled apologetically at Yu Qingzhi, stood up and arched his hand.

"The matter entrusted by the junior sister is over, farewell!"

Yu Qingzhi smiled helplessly, knowing that it would be so, but he had to come. Otherwise, if you force Yuqingzi's crazy woman to go down the mountain, things will only become more troublesome at that time.

The proprietress in the tavern continued to pretend to read, and Yu Qingzhi turned her back to her and drank the rice wine she brewed herself.

Neither of them meant to speak, and everything seemed to be silent.

Quickly after drinking a pot of wine, Yu Qingzhi took out the silver taels from his sleeve and put them on the corner of the table, stood up and walked out of the door.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at the proprietress .

It wasn't until the proprietress stared at her that she was a little flustered, and she didn't turn the pages several times, that Yu Qingzhi said with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten the wine-stuffed chicken you made, and I want to bring two new friends to try it in two days."

"I'm not afraid that I'll poison you to death."

The proprietress simply didn't pretend to flip through the book, raised her head and pretended to be fierce and glared back and said.

"Whether it's poisoned or not, I owe it to you."

Yu Qingzhi smiled and said, regardless of whether the proprietress agreed or not, he turned around and left.

"There's a nasty guy out there in the alley, and he traded one of his arms for a bowl of wine-stuffed chicken."

"Deal."

The eight people in the alley had returned to their homes at some point, and the doors were closed as if they had never been opened.

Yu Qingzhi walked out of the alley, looked to the left, and slowly walked out of a figure in the night.

"I have heard for a long time that the immortal Si Yu is invincible under the three products, and the Sword Pavilion is empty and unscrupulous."

The sky stepped out of the shadows, and the silver light of the early moon shone on his long, angular face. At this time, his whole body was bathed in moonlight, and his body was glowing with a layer of light, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Oh, your surname is Changkong, no wonder!"

Yu Qingzhi seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly realized.

Twenty-eight years ago, Changkongduan, the commander of the forbidden army of Chudu, abandoned his subordinates and fled with his family, so that he was captured by 500 Yan soldiers without blood, and the great Chu, which had been alive for hundreds of years, completely became history.

Although the reason for the fall of Great Chu cannot be blamed on Changkong Duan, the people who escaped from the battle and turned their backs on the old master are indeed deeply hated.

The proprietress can only use one of his arms, which is already soft-hearted.

"Who are you?"

Yu Qingzhi, who had figured out the reason, asked.

"Mr. Yu has a lot of nonsense, even if you have a relationship with your father, I will not show mercy. Look at the sword! ”

Changkong Wuji didn't mean to talk nonsense, his hands were folded in front of him, and he pinched out a strange-shaped sword trick, pointing at Yu Qingzhi.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In the silence of the night, I suddenly remembered a series of strange noises, as if something was passing by.

In the next moment, countless tiny shadows shot out from the shadows behind Changkong Wuji, densely packed like a swarm of locusts.

When the silver moonlight shone on these shadows, Yu Qingzhi saw that there were all leaves, flower petals, grass stalks, wooden sticks, and even tattered brooms, tiles and other items.

But at this time, these common sundries all turned into sharp blades that rushed towards Yu Qingzhi.

"The sword of the Sword Pavilion is rare, these years."

Facing the overwhelming shadows, Yu Qingzhi sighed softly. Then he reached in front of him with his right arm, his right hand opened, his eyes flashed with silver, and his fingers suddenly bent into claws.

Chirping~

The countless debris that shot from it seemed to have fallen into the invisible qi wall, and after emitting a harsh and chaotic noise, all of them were strangely stagnant in mid-air. Some dry leaves and grass stalks even burst into flames and flew back to the ground.

The rest were still hovering in mid-air, and the naked eye could see two different colored auras attacking and fighting each other.

That was the sword intent released by Yu Qingzhi using the sword pavilion sword method, fighting with the sword intent of the sky for control of the sundries.

Seeing that the sword he released was blocked, the sword technique in his hand changed rapidly again.

The Divine Capture Technique is good at returning the other body with the way of the other, so Yu Qingzhi used the method of the sword to counteract, and the sky was not surprised.

Because he knew that the sword of intent recorded in the trick of catching gods was only a surface, and as long as he used a more advanced method, he could easily regain control of the sword of intended.

"Ten thousand swords follow my will, return to the sect!"

The sword technique changed, and countless silver sword intents shot out from the fingers of the sword technique, attaching to the so-called ten thousand swords hovering in the air.

Yu Qingzhi looked coldly at Shi Wei in the sky, and when the silver sword intent was all attached to the sundries, his right hand, which had been claw-shaped, suddenly clenched into a fist, and he heard a bang... It was like a cannon battle that exploded continuously, and the so-called ten thousand swords and miscellaneous items were all shattered, turning into dust and falling into dust.

Along with the silver sword intent attached to it, it was also shattered.

Sky Wuji instantly turned red, his breathing was short, and his body shook and almost fell.

"I know that you and Qingyang have the same purpose, and you want to test whether I can break through. It stands to reason that I shouldn't be too embarrassed with you, just a small punishment. It's a pity that some people have an opinion about the surname Changkong, and I owe this person too much, so I can only offend today. ”

After that, Yu Qingzhi's long sleeves flicked, and the silver light lit up in the shattered dust, which was the countless sword intent released by Changkong Wuji before.

"Do you know why there are so few people in the Sword Pavilion who cultivate the Yi Sword?"

Dots of silver light converged together in Yu Qingzhi's words, gradually forming the appearance of a silver long sword.

"Because once you meet a monk whose strength is far superior to yours, your sword intent will turn against you. That's it! ”

The silver long sword formed by the sword intent had been completely formed, and Yu Qingzhi's right palm gently pushed forward, and the long sword turned into a meteor and shot towards the terrified Sky Wuji.

Changkong Wuji hurriedly pinched the sword technique, wanting to regain control of the sword intent, but the surface of the long sword was wrapped in a layer of unfamiliar spiritual power, so that Changkong Wuji could not get in touch with the sword intent at all.

The brilliant sword light bloomed on Changkong Wuji's shoulder, and one arm flew into the air with blood thrown into the air.

"Go back and recuperate."

Yu Qingzhi slapped a palm at Changkong Wuji, and slapped his whole person away, flying without a trace.

Although the two of them are both fourth-rank monks, the invincible opponent under the third-rank is not just talking and playing.

"I'll eat chicken at noon the day after tomorrow."

shouted into the alley, Yu Qingzhi turned and left.

……

"What the hell is this?"

In the courtyard of Xuanwu Hutong, Rong Fei, who had just eaten dinner, sank his consciousness into his body, and saw three golden translucent spheres floating above the head of the hedgehog who was still sleeping.