There are many literati and scholars in Xuanyang, among which there are inevitably scholars who do not miss their careers, and they have a hedonistic thirteen comments on Xuanyang, which is rich in resources. Although it is a list made by some boring scholars, it can also make the people talk about it, and the drunken immortal residence is the top of the list of restaurants, and the treasure of its town store is the immortal drunk that has not been penetrated since the beginning of Xuanyang 270 years ago. And the immortal drunk is the top of the Xuanyang Hundred Liquor List. The thirteen reviews are the second, which makes the Drunken Immortal Residence famous, and even the current Holy Emperor Xuan has visited many times just to get drunk.

At this moment, dozens of war horses stood outside the Xuanyang No. 1 Restaurant, which was sought after by thousands of people, and dozens of Xuanjia guards sat solemnly on horseback.

"Draw the knife." Meng Zhixing shouted in a low voice.

The cold light appeared, and the knife was unsheathed.

Meng Zhixing raised his chin lightly, and Xuanjiawei moved. Luo Mingzhe stepped out and arrived in front of the Drunken Immortal Residence. Before the hour came, the first floor was not yet open, and the guard Luo Mingzhe kicked out, because it was locked, which made the door fall down. The gray layer fell with the raindrops, and the moment Xuanjiawei stepped in, even if it was the first floor in the world, even if he was the royal restaurant that Emperor Xuan had visited many times, it was an ordinary place to hide the suspect at this time.

The sound of porcelain cups breaking and sword collision in the building was endless, and the screams were endless.

But after a cup of tea, calm was restored inside. Meng Zhixing turned over and dismounted, walked up the front steps of the building slowly, and stood at the door. Looking up, there is a plaque with a red background with gold edges hanging high above the lobby of the Drunken Immortal Residence, which is written by Emperor Xuan:

The first floor of Xuanyang.

The 'first' on the plaque is wrong in stroke order, and the hook and the last stroke are connected to the pen. Meng Zhixing sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at the wrong stroke order or at the unworthy first floor of Xuanyang.

Luo Mingzhe put the knife into the sheath, stepped forward and saluted with his fists: "My lord, it's over." ”

Meng Zhixing took out half a hollow gilt jade pendant from his arms, with the word 'dish' on it, but in fact, the complete jade pendant should be a 'Meng' character. It's just that his father divided it into two and gave the other half to the mother and daughter. In addition to the relentless pendant in his hand, this jade pendant is the last thing left to him by his father Meng Chenghe, Meng Zhixing also has a habit, he always rubs the half of the jade pendant when he thinks, as if this can calm him down.

He stepped forward with the jade pendant, which reminded him of his hatred, and Xuanjiawei was also pushing the three of them to the ground. Holding the Xuandao upside down for the leader, he hugged his fists and said: "Lord Deacon, I hid twelve people and killed nine, and these three are the leaders." ”

"Are the brothers hurt?" Meng Zhixing didn't care about these suspects, and first cared about the safety of the soldiers.

The team leader said in a deep voice: "I am not injured. ”

Meng Zhixing bowed his head and continued to step forward, and the Xuanjia guards then grabbed the hair of the three people and violently lifted them up. The suspect bared his teeth in pain, but his expression was still fierce.

The jade pendant seemed to be spiritually rolling back and forth between Meng Zhixing's fingers, and he squatted down and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he got up and left: "It's not them, bring it back first, and come out." ”

The ten Xuanjia guards behind him clasped their fists and saluted in unison, shouting in unison: "Obey the order!" ”

Meng Zhixing took back the jade pendant and walked out of the Drunken Immortal Residence, and after taking a step, he froze in place again. Because there was a group of uninvited guests in his field of vision, they were all dark red flying shoulder and sleeved robes, wearing swords and swords on their heads, and the leader was a middle-aged man in a wide robe, compared with the smiling men in the wide robe who looked much easier to get along with compared to the soldiers with solemn faces behind him.

Meng Zhixing only stopped for one breath and continued to step down the stairs. He ignored the people and went straight to his horse, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by the man in the wide robe who was smiling: "Lord Deacon, don't you explain and explain?" ”

Meng Zhixing turned the horse's head, looked down at the man condescendingly, and said in a cold tone: "What kind of wind blew Dali Siqing here?" ”

Dali Temple, as independent of the six ministries as the unified inspection office, the official position of Xuanyang Dali Siqing is not included in the official products, but Dali Temple has the post of procurator of 100 officials, Dali Siqing is higher than any official in Xuanyang in a sense. And this Dali Temple Qing Du Zhenghe always has a kind and kind smile on his face, but in fact he is the creator of the Xuanyang Interrogation Ten Punishments, since the establishment of these punishments, no one has been able to keep his mouth shut from them, so in those circles that do not see the light, call this Dali Temple Qing a smiling Yama.

Du Zhenghe's smile did not decrease but became stronger, and before he could speak, a voice sounded behind the soldiers of Dali Temple that could make him smile.

"Oh my God, there is a gust of demon wind."

The gift of Xuanjiawei is only given to their generals. The soldiers of Dali Temple did not move, and the Xuanjia guards bowed their heads in salute and shouted: "The master." ”

Fang Su smiled, waved his hand to the generals, and went to the smiling Yan Luo Du Zhenghe in front of him and bowed his head heavily: "Hmm... Demon Wind! ”

"You!" Du Zhenghe put away his smiling face and clenched his fist, he took a few deep breaths to adjust his mentality, "The Drunken Immortal Residence is the place where His Majesty gave the plaque, which means the emperor's grace, don't act like this!" ”

One is the head of the Ministry of Unified Investigation, and the other is the secretary of Dali Temple. Every time the two meet, they are so blind, and they never really do it. And Du Zhenghe, the secretary of Dali Temple, has not won once in words.

Fang Su sneered, his eyes closed together, and he said sharply: "Du Zhenghe, you can figure it out, the theft of tribute involves royal face!" It was your Dali Temple ink that Your Majesty handed over the case to our Unified Investigation Office. I haven't asked you why you are at the scene with soldiers, and you still sue the wicked first? ”

Du Zhenghe was angry, his mouth kept panting, and he said word by word: "Give me people!" ”

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to the freezing point, Meng Zhixing's face did not change, he squinted his eyes slightly from beginning to end without any movement, and only then did he raise his hand and wave it slightly. The Xuanjia guard snorted coldly, and his hand had fallen on the Xuandao knife grip.

Fang Su hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly, but did not speak.

It's not that the two big men haven't reached this tense step, but in the past, Dali Siqing was the loser, and before they started fighting, they were scared back by Xuanjiawei, and fled back with their tails between their legs. It's strange today, that Du Zheng not only didn't coerce but also clapped his hands, and dozens of soldiers drew their knives together.

Suddenly, Meng Zhixing stared coldly at the eaves in the distance. Almost at the same time, a figure floated out from behind the eaves, and a person dressed in a green shirt, holding a long sword in his hand like Meng Zhixing, was more than ten zhang away, and quietly fell in front of Meng Zhixing's horse with only one loan from the eaves. The air was drizzling, and the hair of the people who came was not wet, and the larger raindrops fell on the sword without stopping for the slightest time before sliding to the ground with the sword.

The beggar-like Taoist priest he met when he was a child gave him a book of 100 swords, which was not a martial arts secret book, but a booklet that classified the world's famous swords.

'The body of the sword is like ice, and there is no trace of killing'

The thirteenth famous sword in the world fell.

The swordsman holding the swordsman in a flash was also polite, and after landing on the ground, he held the long sword and saluted Fang Su respectfully: "Xiao Yangyu, the young secretary of Dali Temple, has seen Fang Zhuzhi. ”

Fang Su was stunned: "Shaoqing? When will Dali Temple have more Shaoqing. ”

Du Zhenghe slanted his eyes and looked at him with disdain, and Shaoqing Xiao Yangyu did not answer his question directly, but fell his fierce gaze on the sword in Meng Zhixing's hand on horseback. Perhaps because he couldn't recognize which sword was on the list, his expression relaxed a little.

"I heard that Lord Ah Xing, the deputy deacon of the General Investigation Mansion, is strong in martial arts, and Xiao Mou came today just to ask for a fight."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Meng Zhixing to reply, Xiao Yangyu had already turned his sword in his hand and stabbed straight at him. Meng Zhixing's feet suddenly jumped up, and he continued to use his strength on the saddle to dodge the sword lightly. Xiao Yangyu had already expected this response, and immediately adjusted his body, turned around and then swung a sword.

There are tens of millions of warriors in the rivers and lakes, and there are countless weapons of all kinds. Take, for example, the sword, the first of all weapons. There are two schools in swordsmanship, one is the gentleman's sword, but the people in the rivers and lakes prefer to call it the Confucian sword, and the Confucian sword pays attention to the sword qi, that is, the internal force comes out with the sword. The gentleman's sword moves are generally smooth, and the moves are extremely beautiful but have hidden murderous intentions, because the opponent can't identify which of the dazzling sword moves contains internal power. And the other faction is the domineering sword, the domineering sword, as the name suggests, the sword recruits fiercely, its own internal force and the internal force of the sword restrain and support each other, thus deriving a new sword qi, called Jian Gang, which is easy to understand is the internal force emitted by the sword itself.

Except for the sword, the same is true for all kinds of weapons. It's just that only a very few people in this world can feel the existence of internal force, so those martial artists have to pursue higher and unfathomable sword moves.

Sword moves, sword energy, sword gang. There are thousands of changes, and sometimes it seems as simple as a stab and a slash, but in fact it is very different.

The main reason for the sudden drop of the sword, which is famous in the rivers and lakes, is the peculiar sword body, its sword sound is extremely cold, no matter what falls on the sword body, it can not stay for a moment, this famous sword is also a representative of the domineering sword. The problem is that the sword that Xiao Yangyu swung just now was an authentic Confucian sword, so that there was less domineering in the sword, and it would not be able to use all its power.

The sword qi came towards him, and Meng Zhixing, who was in the air, could not avoid it, and even Fang Su below pinched a sweat for him. It was at this moment that Meng Zhixing held the sword in both hands, and the sword grid and scabbard were one finger width apart. It was this finger that the sword qi was mighty and awe-inspiring in an instant, and it exerted its force violently, and the fierce sheath broke out, and with just one slash, it quietly dissolved Xiao Yangyu's fierce sword qi.

The sword moves are subtle, but what is said in those words is not wrong to simplify the complex and return to the basics.

When Meng Zhixing landed, the relentless fox had already returned to the sheath. Xiao Yangyu hadn't even come back to his senses, others didn't know it, but he really felt the simple slash of Lord Ah Xing, Fang Cai, and did not stop after dissolving the sword qi, the sword qi sent by the unknown long sword still swept towards him like a big wave of sand, and the momentum was so strong that he couldn't move his feet, and he was ready to meet death, but he felt that the awe-inspiring sword qi quietly dispersed in front of him.