The world probably suddenly forgot the story of the small wine shop in the small town of the East China Sea.

So after a certain day, no one came here to buy wine.

Someone came in and ate noodles.

Xiao Er went out to gossip with the old men, so the bowl of noodles was ordered for him by Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting by the window.

This time it was okay, at least the man still gave the money after eating.

When Xiao Er came back, Zhang Xiaoyu gave him the money.

Xiao Er thought to himself, Zhang Xiaoyu is still weird.

So I bought him another jar of wine.

Zhang Xiaoyu really drank a lot of wine this time.

This young man, who used to mingle in the major brand stores in Nanyi City, actually rarely drank alcohol.

Maybe it's poverty, maybe it's something else.

Zhang Xiaoyu was still waiting in the wine shop.

Unlike last time, he was hesitating.

And this time it's to spread the word all over the world.

So I couldn't eat it last time, but this time I ate it very cheerfully.

Xiao Er really believed that Zhang Xiaoyu had given money, helped him go out to buy wine every day, and then came back to give him food.

Although the wine of the second ancestor is not very good, his noodles are delicious.

Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes feels a little melancholy when he eats, thinking that he will leave the East China Sea in the future and what should he do if he can't eat such delicious noodles?

He also wanted to praise two sentences like grass for fireflies.

But thinking about the consequences of Xiao Er's family for thousands of years, I still stopped this thought.

It is not enough to let people climb out of one fire pit and fall into another.

So when someone passed by the window, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu sitting here eating noodles every day, so he asked him curiously.

Is this noodle delicious?

Good.... It's unpalatable.

Zhang Xiaoyu said.

But the man didn't believe it, so he ran in and asked Xiao Er to give him a bowl.

After eating, he scolded Zhang Xiaoyu - people's noodles are so delicious, you just say it's not delicious, do you want to ruin people's reputation?

Zhang Xiaoyu was scolded and sat there doubting his life for a long time.

What is the world and what is the world?

He realized that he couldn't really understand it.

So I just buried my head in eating noodles.

Just burying his head in the noodles also attracted a lot of people.

It's like the saying - you can't hide if you like someone, cover your mouth, and it will run out of your eyes.

Well, it's okay to like a bowl of noodles too.

No matter how much you don't speak, the sound of your noodles will run out of the window.

Who said that Bai Yueguang must be human?

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed deeply.

It's the best noodle in the world.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu went to the East China Sea to find the Sword Grinding Cliff to ask for a sword, and it soon spread all over the world.

The East China Sea is the most silent in the world, because that high cliff is silent.

But because of the existence of that high cliff, it is also the place where the wind is the loudest in the world.

People want to see the cliff wind blowing, but they are also worried about the cliff wind.

It's a pity that this time it was a town wind that blew into the world.

But based on Zhang Xiaoyu's previous disturbances on the side of the mountain and river view, this town can be regarded as satisfying some of the desires of the world's people to peek into the high cliffs.

After all, Zhang Xiaoyu was once the world's three swords.

But he had already entered the avenue.

And everyone knows that the cold woman who grinds the sword cliff is still the sixth realm of the trail.

For thousands of years, it has always been rumored that the Grinding Sword Cliff is taller than everyone in the world, so how tall are they?

Of course, the most intriguing thing is the sentence that Zhang Xiaoyu asked Xiao Er to pass out.

It is the mountains and rivers that view Zhang Xiaoyu, not the sword sect Zhang Xiaoyu in the world.

So on the second day when Zhang Xiaoyu sat by the window of the wine shop and ate noodles, a disciple of the East China Sea Sword Sect sat down on the opposite side of the table with a sword on his back.

At first, the Sword Sect disciple who looked to be about forty years old didn't say anything, just sat there upright.

Probably because it was too close to the Grinding Sword Cliff, the disciples of the East China Sea Sword Sect were often keen to wear blue-green clothes.

So when Zhang Xiaoyu was eating noodles, he looked up at the Sword Sect disciple who was sitting expressionlessly for several times.

Suddenly, I felt that there was a green onion sitting in front of me.

Green onions are certainly not as fragrant as shallots.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought like this, and didn't pay attention to him, just eating his noodles by himself.

After a long time, the Sword Sect disciple finally couldn't sit still, squinted at Zhang Xiaoyu, who had already picked up the bowl and drank the soup, and said slowly: "I thought that you came to a place like the East China Sea, you should always be more restrained." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, am I arrogant?

I was just hungry and hungry and drunk.

"Where am I not converging?" Zhang Xiaoyu also asked the same question, and asked very sincerely.

"You didn't call me Senpai."

The forty-year-old Sword Sect disciple of the Second Realm of the Little Dao said.

It's a bizarre question.

So Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a long time before asking, "What do you think you have about you that is worthy of me calling my senior?" ”

"When the sword of the day comes, the sword goes out of the East China Sea ......"

"The sword intent of the world comes out of the sword cliff, not the East China Sea."

"The East China Sea is the closest place to Sword Cliff." Although the man was interrupted by Zhang Xiaoyu, he still said seriously word by word.

The look of being so serious that Zhang Xiaoyu almost thought that his sword was the closest to the East China Sea.

The man looked up at Zhang Xiaoyu, and also at the mountain and river sword behind Zhang Xiaoyu, and then continued: "There is no name in the world, and when you see the East China Sea, you naturally want to call your seniors. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at that Donghai Sword Cultivator quietly, and it wasn't until this sentence that he understood what this person meant.

Donghai no longer recognizes Zhang Xiaoyu's identity as a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but you Zhang Xiaoyu carries a sword on his back, so it is still a sword cultivator.

There is no sword cultivation from a teacher, and when he sees the East China Sea, he naturally has to call his predecessors first.

That East China Sea Sword Cultivator just looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and after saying that, he stopped talking, but there seemed to be some mockery on his lips.

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the bowl in front of him.

The man shrank back inexplicably.

However, Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly picked up the bowl, drank the rest of the soup, and then reached out and dipped a piece of green onion on the edge of the bowl and ate it, then just took the bowl and walked towards the back kitchen.

Xiao Er was under the back kitchen - when Donghai Sword Xiu came, he also subconsciously asked for a bowl of noodles.

When Zhang Xiaoyu sent the bowl over, Xiao Er, who didn't know anything, looked up and asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, but when he lifted the curtain and walked out, he said again, "If you have less, he may not be able to eat so much." ”

Although Xiao Er was a little confused, he still nodded, and then stood in front of the stove and put back a lot of noodles in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoyu returned to the window and sat down, looked at the East China Sea Sword Cultivator with a smile, nodded very approvingly, and said, "Yes, that's the case." ”

The man didn't expect Zhang Xiaoyu to admit it so simply, so he sat up a little more upright, as if waiting for Zhang Xiaoyu to call him senior.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally couldn't call that senior, but calmly took the mountain and river sword from behind him and placed it on the table.

There was still some noodle soup on the table that had been spilled earlier, but Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care, just calmly looked at the East China Sea Sword Cultivator in front of him.

"Which Sword Sect in the East China Sea are you?"

That person naturally didn't report his name as the Sword Sect, but just said lightly: "The East China Sea Sword Sect is the East China Sea Sword Sect......

But before he could finish his words, the man had already disappeared into the liquor store.

disappeared along with it, as well as the mountain and river sword in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Xiao Er happened to come out with a bowl of noodles, and saw that only Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting there alone, a little dazed, brought the noodles to the table, wiped his hands on the apron, and poked his head out of the window to look around.

"What about the man?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a soft smile: "He came too quickly, and he hadn't digested what he had eaten before, so he went out for a walk." ”

"It's not good when it's lumpy."

Xiao Er said and went to the back of the counter to count the accounts.

"It's okay, when he remembers which Sword Sect he came from, he will come back."

Zhang Xiaoyu said casually, picked up the jar of wine that Xiao Er bought for him, stepped on a stool with one foot, leaned against the window, and drank the wine very calmly.

There were people coming and going outside the window, and even if someone was carried out by a sword before, no one looked here.

But sometimes not looking, it just means they're watching.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the people who were coming and going with swords on the street, the morning breeze was very cool, and the hot breath in those sword-casting furnaces had not yet completely enveloped the town.

It didn't take long for the Shanhe Sword to come back with the East China Sea Sword Cultivator who was about to pass out.

The upright sword cultivator who had been carefully cared for when he went out was already in a state of embarrassment at this time, sitting at the table with his hair scattered, his clothes torn into pieces, like a green onion hanging all over his body.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the East China Sea Sword Cultivator quietly, and said softly: "Look, what you said is right, I am not a member of the Sword Sect, so the people of our Dao Sect have always known the severity, otherwise you would have died in those sword intents in the circle when you were taken by my sword to the East China Sea Sword Sect." ”

Donghai Sword Cultivator sat there in silence, his face pale.

"It's been a long time since the Sword Grinding Cliff came out to reason with the world, so the East China Sea Sword Cultivator has always been arrogant, I can understand it." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "The Human Sword Sect is far away in the south, and I haven't reasoned with you, you will inevitably look down on it, and I can understand it." ”

"But." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and held the sword that had been sheathed, and the words "Mountains and Rivers" flowed, "Since I am not a disciple of the Sword Sect, I am a person from the Mountains and Rivers." ”

So the wind was blowing all over the house, and he rolled up his white clothes, revealing the Taoist robe below.

The mountains and rivers sit with me.

It seemed that something had blown past the sword cultivator sitting opposite.

So in his eyes, a sermon faintly appeared.

It is the mountain character of the view of mountains and rivers.

Jian Xiu seemed to realize something, lowered his head in a panic, picked his eyelids, and looked like himself in the bowl of noodle soup in front of him.

When the mountain character fell in the noodle soup, it was emitting a mighty golden light, and the Donghai Sword Cultivator screamed, covered his eyes, and fell backwards, and the sword intent of the Xiaodao Diagonal Bridge Realm spread out, as if he wanted to suppress that Daowen.

However, whether it was the sword intent or the vitality in the sea of gods, it just appeared, and it was crushed in the sermon in the noodle bowl.

"Be calm." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "How can there be so many contentious rights and wrongs in the world. ”

Jian Xiu lay on the ground and wailed, even Xiao Er on the side couldn't bear to look at it, just lowered his head and cleared his account - there seemed to be something wrong, but Xiao Er didn't have the heart to read it seriously, just lowered his head and kept flipping through the account book.

It took a long time for Jian Xiu to finally realize something, and when he closed his eyes, those winds finally dispersed in the room.

Only the corners of his eyes were still bleeding.

"But if you want to fight, then you have to accept all the costs that you can't bear - that's my own experience." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, poured a bowl of wine into the bowl, picked it up and drank it and looked out the window.

Donghai Jian Xiu closed his eyes and groped his way to sit down at the table again.

"The people of the River Sect are always hiding and doing something unseemly, the people of the Guanzong are hiding in the mountains all day thinking about the avenue, the Mountain Sect ......" Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "I am from the Mountain Sect, what is a mountain, a mountain is something that is to stand in the eyes of the world, in the words of the world, the mountain is the face of the view." Although I don't really like some of the people in the view, I am also a person in the view after all. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head to look at the sword cultivator in front of him, and said slowly: "Eat the noodles, don't waste them, when you see the people in the view in the future, remember to close your eyes, lower your head, and be pious, those who should be called senior brothers are called senior brothers, and those who should be called senior uncles are called senior uncles." ”

Donghai Jianxiu didn't say anything, just lowered his head, closed his eyes, hurriedly finished the bowl of noodles in front of him, and then got up and left the wine shop in a hurry.

It took a while for Xiao Er to come over and clean up the dishes and chopsticks. At the same time, he looked at the window at the sword cultivator who left silently with the sword on his back.

"He's blind?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there and said calmly: "He was blind. ”

Xiao Er thought about it, it seemed like this.

Even if Zhang Xiaoyu is not a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, he is also a disciple of the Three Views of the World.

It's still a big road repair.

Running over like this and letting Zhang Xiaoyu call him senior, isn't he blind?

Is it really just to humiliate Zhang Xiaoyu and make his mouth happy?

Xiao Er took the dishes and chopsticks to the back kitchen.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly by the window, squinting at the sword cultivator going away, and then chuckled lightly and looked down at the mountain and river sword in front of him.

View of mountains and rivers.

......

The unknown Donghai Sword Cultivator left the town, but when he passed by the clear stream, he heard a light laugh.

"Did you forget to call me Senior Brother?"

Donghai Jian Xiu stopped there, didn't bow his head, but he didn't open his eyes either—those two mountain characters remained in his eyes, and it would take a long time to recover.

Although he couldn't see it, and he didn't use his sword intent to perceive it, he still accurately faced the person by the stream.

For when he came early in the morning, the man sat there.

This Donghai sword cultivator just glanced at it in a hurry, and there were occasionally one or two people sitting there in this part of the clear stream, and they didn't know what they were going to see, but there were people by the stream, it was a normal thing, maybe they were tired of walking, and they could rest for a while, maybe they wanted to see if there were any fish in it. He had seen young men probing their heads out there before, wondering if the fish here would live forever if they ate it.

And now this person is wearing a black robe, and he should also be a young man, sitting there cross-legged and holding his cheeks, as if thinking about something.

Donghai Sword Cultivator glanced at it, and was about to leave—he was going to ask the white-clothed Sword Cultivator who had come from the northwest some questions.

He had only taken two steps when he heard the man on the other side of the stream whisper, "You want to go to town?" ”

Donghai Sword Cultivator said calmly: "Yes. ”

"What are you going to do?"

Donghai Sword Cultivator stopped, and the man still didn't look back, just sat there quietly.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Donghai Sword Cultivator felt that he was able to answer the first question, which was already very good.

The man laughed and said, "No, I just think it's a little boring to come and go in such a hurry, it's better to be like this, I heard that there is someone there who has made your Sword Sect lose face, why don't you go and talk to him and humiliate him?" ”

Although the East China Sea Sword Cultivator didn't know how he knew that he would go to find Zhang Xiaoyu, he only sneered, looked at that person, and said, "This is a matter within our Sword Sect, what does it have to do with you?" ”

"No, it's just that I see him a little unpleasant, you see, I wear a black dress, he wants to wear a white dress, this is so annoying, if you are willing to help me with this, then it is naturally the best, if you don't want to, then it doesn't matter."

The man said as he threw a stone into the water.

"I'll wait for the next one."

Donghai Sword Cultivator just sneered and walked towards the town with the sword on his back.

At first, he naturally just wanted to ask Zhang Xiaoyu what it meant to come to the East China Sea after losing a game in Shanhe Guan.

It's just that I don't know why, but the words of the young man by the stream inexplicably took root in his heart like an evil seed.

So when he sat in front of the white-clothed sword cultivator, many things changed their taste.

So when he stood by the stream again, he closed his eyes, faced the direction of the clear stream, was silent for a long time, and said, "It turns out that you are also a person who views mountains and rivers. ”

The young man's laughter came from the wind by the stream.

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

"I'm his senior brother, that's what he said, hide and do some shady things, people from the River Sect." The young man in black chuckled softly and said, "My name is Chen Qingshan, you can call me Senior Brother Chen, or you can call me Senior Uncle Chen." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu of the Mountain Sect, Chen Qingshan of the River Sect.

The matter of the view of mountains and rivers has always been very chaotic.

Donghai Sword Cultivator was silent for a moment and said, "Is there any difference?" ”

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Call me senior uncle, I will only break one of your legs, call me senior brother, I will break your two legs." ”

"Why?"

"Because I told you to humiliate him, and you really went." Chen Qingshan said softly, "We are a view of mountains and rivers, dear East China Sea little sword cultivator. ”

Of course, the sword cultivation of the small Dao realm is not a small sword cultivation.

Even in the human world, the three realms after the trail can be called the upper realm sword cultivation.

But in the eyes of the three swords and three views in the world, probably under the avenue, it can be called a small sword cultivation.

Donghai Jian Xiu's expression changed, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, and then his body turned into sword light, and he headed in the direction of Qingshan.

The wind whistled in his ears, and in an instant, he seemed to be far away.

It's just that when he stopped, he still heard the sound of the murmuring of the stream.

"What's your name? If the name sounds good, I can tap it. ”

Donghai Jian Xiu listened to the young man's voice, raised his hand to hold the sword, but it was empty, and then heard the sound of the sword being played from the side of the stream.

So he was silent for a long time and said, "Qingfeng, uncle." ”

The young man by the stream chuckled softly and said, "It's too vulgar, so I decided to start a little heavier." ”