One hundred and ten miles at the foot of Qishan Mountain,

There is a small town called Linzi,

From the second floor of the restaurant facing the street, the middle of the crowd is a bearded swordsman wearing a hat on his head, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone slab, sitting quietly.

Why is he a swordsman?

for he had a long sword in his lap.

can't say the swordsman's romantic freehand,

On the contrary, with a bit of the recklessness of an ordinary martial artist,

But there were still a lot of onlookers, because in the rumors of the rivers and lakes here, this bearded swordsman once killed 49 people in the river with a wooden boat and a sword.

Ordinary men in the rivers and lakes can fight three or five people, they can already be regarded as a good hand, one person and one sword, stepping on a wooden boat, the sword out of the head, killing more than forty thieves, the people in the town can also eat a few more bowls of white rice and drink two bowls of soup.

Located at the foot of the Qishan Sword Shrine,

The people of the town have heard of many merry sword immortals,

I've heard of it, too,

A sword breaks the river,

A sword slashes the river,

The legend of a sword breaking through thousands of armors,

But the fuck is just listening,

But he and others are just ordinary people, where can I see those scenes, not to mention that there are really two legendary swordsmen competing in the town, I am afraid that half the street will be gone down with three or two swords, maybe I will have to put my own life on the line, and watch the excitement of Raushzi?

The stupid son of the rich man Liu in the town, two years ago, he didn't know what to smoke, and he pulled out a few hundred taels of silver from between his father's teeth to repair the largest street in the town.

Say that there are so many masters in the town, but there are not two words engraved on the brain, and I don't know if I can't recognize it, in case one day the master brother who passes by in the town wants to fight, but the town is too small to go to fight elsewhere, and I can't see that I have to regret missing the intestines.

Since then, the stupid son of the landlord's family has been waiting on the long street every day, but two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and he has never seen a lively scene.

I had to go to the restaurant every day to listen to those storytellers, listen to the rivers and lakes of the sword and sword from their mouths, and have an addiction, and I want to see that opportunity.

The master brother is not a street craftsman,

How can I have nothing to do with you to play two tricks?

So compared to those top swordsmen in the world, the people in the town are still very down-to-earth, and they prefer those chivalrous people who can be seen and touched in the rivers and lakes, and they also prefer to listen to the grievances and hatreds of those rivers and lakes.

A few days ago, the bearded swordsman came to Linzi Town for some reason, and at dusk, the bearded swordsman stepped into the town at sunset and lived in the only restaurant in the town.

Maybe drunk,

Maybe it's because I've eaten too much,

Maybe it's the woman with the broken mouth again,

It's also interesting to say, that day, the bearded swordsman drank two taels of yellow wine and happened to meet two old people in the rivers and lakes, who were drinking wine, eating meat, chatting and farting, and talking naturally was not taboo, and it happened that the next table was a woman with a broken mouth.

So this news blew all over the town like a gust of wind, and Yan Daxia, who had killed countless thieves, came to our Linzi Town, and only three days later, it was rumored that Yan Daxia was going to compete with people in the town, and the town was completely boiling after that.

The people in this town got up early in the morning, put down their men, and went out early to watch a battle between two swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

Yan Daxia himself has seen it,

But after a long time, I didn't see another swordsman who competed with the sword,

At the time of the three poles of the sun,

"I said Yan Daxia, why hasn't this person come yet?"

"After half a day's work, I might as well go home and get some sleep. ”

An idle man wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and complained, his back was already soaked, and he got up early in the morning, but he didn't even see a single hair.

"Don't be impatient!"

Yan Daxia, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was not panicked on the surface, but he was also secretly anxious in his heart, and he clearly said that he would compete with the sword at noon today, but it was three o'clock in the afternoon, but there was still no one to come.

"Yan Daxia, quench your thirst after drinking iced sour plum soup. ”

"If you don't want to wait, go back early, no one will stop you. ”

The stupid son of the landlord's family squeezed through the crowd with his chubby body, and handed it to Yan Daxia with a cold sour plum soup, looking at the long sword lying quietly on Yan Daxia's knees, he was very excited.

"Dare to ask the swordsman Yan Daxia is waiting, is his swordsmanship high?"

The stupid son of the landlord's family rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

"Well, it's high!"

The sweet and sour plum soup was a lot more comfortable, wiped the sour plum juice at the corner of his mouth, looked at the sincere little fat man in front of him, patted his fleshy face, and said very seriously.

His face was a little red, but it was already darker in the wind and rain, and he couldn't see it now.

"How tall?"

The little fat man was even more excited when he heard this, and he held Yan Daxia's wrist tightly with both hands, and he couldn't stop trembling lightly, could it be that his long-awaited wish was finally coming true?

"Ahem......"

Yan Daxia's eyes wandered,

finally fell to the critical shop and gestured,

Finally, he groaned,

"It's about the height of two stories!"

After speaking, he withdrew his hand from the little fat man's arms,

There was still a slight tremor in my heart.

But in the eyes of others, these words are indescribable,

On the contrary, it is more and more exciting to come.

"It's coming. ”

Yan Daxia looked up at the restaurant not far away,

With a soft thought, he closed his eyes cross-legged and stood still.

......

Restaurants on the street,

The windows of the hall were already crowded, with faces against the windows, and some people even poked a hole in the paper window with a sigh, and the private rooms on the second floor were even full, and even leaned on the wooden railing, just to have a look.

But there were only two people in a private room who were calmly looking at the scene in front of them, a little crying and laughing.

"Senior, this is interesting?"

Zhong Mengqiu took a peanut and chewed it carefully, his eyes narrowed slightly, with his own realm, it is not difficult to see that the bearded swordsman on the long street is only a five-grade cultivator, and the person who wants to wait is only a fourth-grade or five-grade cultivator, and in his eyes, he is really a little untouchable, but it is not bad to look at this excitement.

"Interesting. ”

Dugu's predecessor leaned on the wooden fence and just watched quietly, retreated for a long time, with Brother Eagle as his companion, and suddenly broke into this world, and it was not bad to be full of fireworks.

"Just eating these peanuts, I always feel that the taste is a little worse in my mouth. ”

Whispering a word,

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

Hearing this, Zhong Mengqiu put down the chopsticks in his hand and shouted.

"Before going up the mountain. ”

"It's also great to taste the smell of fireworks in this world. ”

"Senior, what do you say?"

Zhong Mengqiu looked at Dugu on the edge of the wooden fence and said softly, from Liangzhou Shanhe Pass to the west walked more than three thousand miles, all the way to the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, if it weren't for the fact that both of them were second-grade cultivators, it wouldn't take much time to get here, but along the way, he could see that the Dugu seniors who defeated themselves with the sword in front of him really just wanted to seek defeat for three thousand miles.

After traveling the world for more than ten years, it is rare to see such a pure person, but the Qishan Sword Shrine is not a good place to get along, and he is originally from here, so he naturally knows the horror in it, so this trip to the mountain to plant Meng Qiu just thought that it was a pity for his predecessors.

Perhaps,

Maybe it shouldn't be a pity,

but rejoicing,

Glad that the predecessors are not seeking defeat,

The way of the kendo is too lonely,

This time I came to Qishan to fulfill the long-cherished wish of my predecessors.

It's also a great thing to think about.

"Little Er, two pots of Chunkui. ”

Seeing Dugu's predecessor shaking his head, Zhong Mengqiu spoke again.

"Gotcha!"

The voice fell,

"Between the heavenly numbers, two pots of Chunkui. ”

There was a shout from the hall on the ground floor,

A mediocre-looking young shopkeeper quickly took two pots of wine from the wine vat and put them in the tray, and ran upstairs with small steps.

"Guest, your wine!"

The shopkeeper put the wine in the tray on the wooden table, Zhong Mengqiu's seat was just the best point on the long street, the little er put down the wine in his hand, and did not leave immediately, but glanced at the people below, and his eyes fell on the bearded swordsman in the middle.

"Guest, you eat and drink well. ”

A white cloth towel is placed on the shoulder,

The shopkeeper's pace sped up a lot.

It seems that something big is waiting for him.

"Interesting. ”

Zhong Mengqiu didn't notice that the shopkeeper picked up the wine jug on the table and poured two glasses of wine, and the rich aroma of wine instantly came to his nose, but the lonely senior glanced at the shopkeeper and chuckled abruptly.

"Senior, this is our specialty wine, called Chunkui!"

"In the whole world, except for Qishan, there is no place to drink. ”

Zhong Mengqiu smelled the tempting aroma of wine and whispered, saying that he had traveled the world for so many years and had not come back for a long time, and he missed this smell.

"Chunkui?"

"Not bad!"

Senior Dugu nodded, picked up a jar of wine,

Leaning on the wooden railing, drink and drink by yourself.

Zhong Mengqiu smiled bitterly when he saw this.

......

Restaurant Hall,

"Shopkeeper, I'll go out. ”

"Wen Mujiu, don't you want any money this month?"

"It's rare to have such a good business in the store, you just came here at this time!"

The shopkeeper was lying on the counter, slapping the abacus in a hurry.

"Don't mind, I'm waiting for this guest before leaving. ”

"This month's money, you can't deduct it!"

"I'm counting on saving money for a sword this month. ”

The second little boy of the shop said with a hippie smile.

"What's the matter?"

"The shopkeeper is really in trouble!"

"Heaven and earth!"

Wen Mujiu leaned over and said very seriously.

"Come on, you kid!"

"Day by day, I know how to play with your broken wooden sword, and I don't see anything serious. ”

The shopkeeper laughed and cursed.

"Get out! Get out!"

"Thank you, shopkeeper!"

"One day, I Wenmujiu will become a famous swordsman in the world, so I have to use my sword to engrave two words on the pillar in the building and give it to you who is in charge!"

"What two words?"

The shopkeeper raised his eyelids and said curiously.

"Atmosphere!"

Arrival,

Wen Mujiu gave the shopkeeper another thumbs up.

"You kid. ”

The shopkeeper shook his head and continued to pat his calculations.

The shopkeeper called Wenmu Liquor didn't go straight out,

Instead, he hurried to the backyard.

After a stick of incense,

Wen Mujiu has changed into a clean cloth clothes,

His hair was tied back and he carried a wooden sword around his waist.

When the cloth boots stepped on the bluestone slab of the long street, the young man's back was straight, and there was still the cheesy nodding and bowing when he was a little two?

"In the chief running hall of the Linzi Inn, Wenmu wine!

"Please Qu Jiangyan hero, fight to the death!"

It didn't take long for

Someone spoke aloud in a voice that could be heard clearly from two streets.

Listen carefully to the sound coming from downstairs,

The young man strode majestically into the field,

"What's the matter, Wenmujiu won't run away today?"

"What's the matter, Wen Daxia didn't save money to buy a sword?"

Before anyone arrived,

The people on both sides of the street cheered to death.

They are all neighbors, who doesn't know who is a few pounds and a few taels?

Only Yan Daxia, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the field, opened his eyes when he heard this, looking like he was facing a great enemy, the long sword on his knee shook slightly, and his rough right hand had tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Yan Daxia, isn't this Wen Xiaoer the master in your mouth?

The stupid son of the landlord's family noticed Yan Daxia's movements, and asked in a daze, the sadness in his eyes was about to pour out, like substance.

"Hmm!"

Yan Daxia said in a deep voice.

"Could it be that he is a master who is hidden in the city?"

The stupid son of the landlord's family said.

"Hmm!"

Yan Daxia nodded solemnly.

"In the Xiaqu River wooden boat swordsman, Yan Buwu!"

"Please Linzi Wen Shaoxia, a battle of life and death"

Yan Buwu got up, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed,

On the other hand, the young man is still the same, unhurried, unhurried, unhurried, the wooden sword on his waist swayed lightly, and from a distance, he looked inexplicably a little master.

"Juniors, please, Yan Daxia will take out the sword!"

Wen Mujiu glanced at the wooden sword on his waist and glanced at the long sword with cold light and was a little stunned, but he still said loudly, and at the same time, the people watching around were also frightened by that appearance, and automatically retreated from the remaining spacious open space.

Yan Buwu twitched slightly when he heard this, but he still solemnly put the long sword in his hand in front of him, looking like he was fighting to the death solemnly.

"Today is a decisive battle, but also life and death!"

Wen Mujiu glanced at the officials around him who were holding his breath and concentrating,

After a stick of incense, I held back such a sentence,

When the voice falls,

Upstairs, there is a young woman with sideways eyes,

......

"Tsk, is this person sick in the brain?"

Zhong Mengqiu on the second floor couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this,

At first, he was frightened by the battle of that kid, although the cultivation of the fourteenth or fifth grade at the age of eighteen or nineteen was not as good as his own, he could be regarded as a young talent, but when he looked at it, he found that this person did not have half a point of cultivation, and the hand holding the sword was very stable and there was no other brilliance on the outside.

"Whether it's a matter of life or death?"

That's a good slogan. ”

Zhong Mengqiu sandwiched a peanut and poured a sip of Chunkui wine, if it was really a four- or five-grade swordsman duel, it would be tasteless to himself, but now he was really interested in watching a good show.

"He doesn't ...... with a sword"

Leaning on the wooden railing, Dugu, who was dressed in cloth and full of white hair, looked at the direction of Qishan from afar, and read softly, the corners of his mouth were indeed with a hint of a smile, and he didn't believe it, this way has been more than three thousand miles, this is the first time Zhong Mengqiu has seen Dugu's predecessors smile.

Zhong Mengqiu, who was watching the play, turned around when he heard the words,

The wine glass shook slightly, and there was a spring kui wine spilled.