"What does Dugu Senpai mean?"

The dripping Chunkui wine splashed on the ground, Zhong Mengqiu stopped his trembling hand and asked in a low voice, the lonely begging on the side was still leaning on the wooden fence to drink alone, but the inexplicable Zhong Mengqiu could feel an emotion other than loneliness in his body.

"Let's see. ”

Dugu Qiu Defeat drank a sip of Chunkui and read it softly, Chunkui wine was not spicy but very soft when it entered the throat, but this wine was indeed very strong, Dugu's predecessor did not use internal strength to resolve the wine strength, his eyes fell on the young man holding a wooden sword, he did not make a sound, just drank silently.

......

"Qu Jiangyan is not martial, he has the courage to ask for advice!"

After Yan Buwu finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward, and with the sole of his boot stepping down as the center, the energy rolled up, and the fallen leaves within a radius of a few zhang were blown in, and even the onlookers were frightened by this suddenly exposed hand.

"Hey, what a strong sword qi!"

Seeing the lively people, they took a few steps back to stabilize their figures, leaving only the stupid son of the landlord's family to be amazed in place, thinking that the bowl of iced sour plum soup was finally not in vain.

"The old and young masters of Linzi Town, the swordsman is the most dangerous to catch and kill, and when the sword is out, the sword qi around him is afraid of hurting others, which is not good. ”

"I'm tired of making some space!"

Yan Buwu frowned, and looked at everyone very solemnly.

After the words fell, the landlord's dog legs pulled the stupid son to the side and retreated, and the people who were originally in a few circles also retreated, just watching from a distance.

"Sword Qi is rampant?"

"Damn, when did the swordsmen at the foot of Qishan become so capable of blowing?"

Zhong Mengqiu, who was drinking, stroked his forehead when he heard this, in his eyes, the fifth-grade swordsman had just stepped on the threshold of the sword, and it was simply embarrassing.

What kind of sword qi are you talking about?

Still fucking vertical?

I'm afraid it's not fake wine that I drank too much!

But the people below eat this set,

At this moment, it is very cold on the long street,

The people upstairs on both sides were looking forward to it.

Seeing this, Wen Mujiu, who was dressed in cloth on the other side, threw his hair back to his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was enjoying this feeling, and the strong wind blew through the cloth clothes on his body.

secretly clenched the wooden sword in his hand,

Taking a deep breath,

The wooden sword in his hand was raised slightly,

Behind the windows on both sides of the street, there are countless lively spectators,

I saw the guy step out and let out a low shout.

Suddenly out of the sword,

With the wind in your steps,

Between the eyebrows is cold,

This sword is the strongest sword in Wen Mujiu's life,

The steps are very fast, each step is the sole of the boot slightly, and then kick forward, thanks to the long-term kung fu in the restaurant, this speed is not slow, from a distance there is a bit of taste in it, but all eyes fell on the bearded swordsman in front of him, did not notice the melon skin under his feet.

"Oops!"

Yan Buwu sighed in his heart.

"Bang ......"

"Oops, my old waist!"

The exaggerated moans of young men were heard on the ground.

Coincidentally,

When he fell, the wooden sword in his hand was impartial and just stabbed Yan Buwu in the abdomen, Yan Buwu looked at Wen Mujiu who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, and wanted to cover his face but remembered the agreement he made in the restaurant yesterday.

"Shh......h

The crowd who were holding their breath was stunned by this shit-eating posture, and a sigh ensued.

"What a move, surprise!"

Yan Buwu's eyes flowed, his heart moved, and the originally calm lower plate began to soften, and he retreated a few steps back again and again, holding the position where the wooden sword was stabbed, his eyes widened and he shouted.

"Isn't this the legendary sword that goes off the rails?"

"Wen Shaoxia really didn't take the usual path. ”

Yan Buwu finally stabilized his body, gritted his teeth, and the true qi in his body joined the surge, but after a moment of kung fu, his face turned pale, and he looked at it from a distance, as if he had been injured by Fang Cai's sword.

"That immoral thing, what did you do?"

Wen Mujiu rubbed his legs, picked up the melon skin on the soles of his boots, and said angrily.

"Ahem. ”

Yan Buwu coughed lightly.

"Forgive me, forgive me, let me change the trick. ”

The young man scratched his head when he heard the sound,

He arched his hand to the guards around him.

Turning back and sneering,

"I'm sorry Yan Daxia, the old rules, I'll come first!"

Picked up the wooden sword on the ground and stabbed it again,

This sword is very steady,

can be mediocre, without the slightest blessing of true qi,

Just an ordinary sword,

Yan Daxia's sword body twisted,

Sen Leng's sword blade rubbed against the wooden sword,

"It's dangerous!"

Yan Buwu sighed secretly in his heart, if he hadn't reacted faster, I was afraid that the wooden sword in Wen Mujiu's hand would have broken, and he knew that the sword in his hand had been bought by himself for hundreds of taels of silver through gritted teeth, where could an ordinary wooden sword be compared.

This time he made a mistake, but in the eyes of the people in the market, it had a little taste, at least it was much more energetic than the exaggerated playing style on the stage, but there were a few sporadic cheers.

A sword stabbed through, and another sword swept out,

The wooden sword pressed against the iron sword,

Yan Buwu just exerted himself slightly,

The strength is not great, but there is still a shallow crack,

"Three hundred rounds of the big battle!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to fight for three rounds if I go on like this, Yan Buwu, your uncle. ”

Wen Mujiu lowered his voice and scolded sideways.

"My ancestor, your foundation is too bad. ”

"I can't do this play!"

Yan Buwu smiled bitterly.

missed a blow, and the two of them mistook again,

"I don't care, if I say three hundred rounds, I have to have three hundred rounds!"

Wen Mujiu snorted, also anxious.

"Don't mind, it's hard to earn your two taels of silver!"

"I knew it was so troublesome, I might as well go out and kill a few thieves, three taels of silver per head, it's much easier than you!"

Yan is not armed to resist the wooden sword with all his strength,

A secret complaint reached the ears of Warm Wood Wine.

If it weren't for the fact that a few days ago, all the belongings were replaced, and the iron sword in his hand was so shy, and the last few taels of silver were originally intended to live in the hotel, but unfortunately I met two old friends a few days ago, and the three of them naturally ate a whole sheep, and woke up to find that the money bag was empty.

"Those two taels of silver, but I only saved it in a year, don't you want to repay the debt!"

"Anyway, you're going to have to make it enjoyable!"

Wen Mujiu looked at the extra gap on the wooden sword in his hand, and said with some distress.

"My ancestor, it's really not okay for you to make a ruthless move!"

"I don't want this old face, I'll lose to you. ”

Yan Buwu gritted his teeth and said, if you really want to fight for three hundred rounds, it is better to be happy if you can suffocate yourself to death.

"Okay!"

When you misfit again,

Wen Mujiu is not drawing a sword, but carrying a sword on his back.

"Yan Daxia, as expected, he deserves his reputation, he has already seen the strength of Daxia in those few rounds, if he continues to fight, I am afraid that he will not be able to tell the winner when it gets dark. ”

"I happen to have a sword here that I have never used in my life, and now I meet Yan Daxia's hand is a little itchy, if Yan Daxia can take it, I will leave without saying a word, and I will never owe it." ”

"I don't know what Yan Daxia, what do you think?"

The young man's clear voice sounded on the long street,

The long hair tied at the back of his head was raised by the wind, and with the wooden sword and cloth in his hand, it also had a little more taste of dust, especially the smile at the corner of his mouth added a bit of artistic conception, and even the ordinary face was also outlined by the young man's chuckle A bit of swordsman's freehand.

"Could it be that I'm blind?"

Someone rubbed his eyes and looked at the young man, and his ordinary face was inexplicably a little more flavorful, like a drop of ink dripping into a whole pool of spring water, although it was very light, but there was always a little more different thing in it.

"Good!"

Yan Buwu was also stunned at the moment, seeing that his temperament was a little uncertain about the path of this kid, but the words that had been said naturally could not be changed.

There are a lot of people in the field,

But there is no voice,

The second floor of the inn, the eaves facing the street, the branches on the street,

Hundreds of people stretched their necks and waited for the chief of the Linzi Inn to run the hall and Wen Mujiu to come out with his sword.

There is only one thought left in my heart,

Could it be that this person is really hidden?

Could it be that this ordinary wooden sword is invincible?

Could it be that he really wants to witness the rise of a swordsman?

I'm a good one,

Is it true that our Linzi Town is going to produce a local sword immortal?

The young man held the hilt of the sword with both hands and just raised it over the roof,

All this is very slow, but in the eyes of the people who make up the brain, it is surprisingly simple, unpretentious, and tasteful.

Resolutely take a step forward,

Even the bluestone slab under his feet shook lightly,

The wooden sword that had just been raised was already level with the arm,

Wen Mujiu lowered his head and maintained the posture of handing the sword,

But people are still in place,

There is no second step,

There was no other movement, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, just kept a posture, and the court was very quiet, but the sound of breathing was much lighter.

Deathly silence,

And then there's a long wait.

No one speaks, no one dares to speak,

Because the Yan Daxia on the opposite side of the person, who killed forty-nine water kou alone with one person and one sword, froze in place as if he had been immobilized, but his eyes were wide open, and even the whites of his eyes had covered his brown eyes, but he didn't speak.

After a cup of tea,

I saw Wen Mujiu, who was dressed in cloth and holding a wooden sword, neatly collected the sword, and wanted to put it into the sheath, but found that there was no scabbard, so he had to put it on his waist with a wry smile.

Yan Buwu saw that Wen Mujiu on the opposite side moved, and he also moved, and he was indeed touching his body with both hands in a panic, and after a while, he was relieved to find that there were no traces of injury inside, but the eyes of the young man on the opposite side were indeed more and more puzzled.

Just now, I even thought about the posture of falling backwards, but this person stood stupidly in place, and did not continue to move forward, he couldn't figure out the way, and wanted to continue acting, but it was inevitable that it was too fake, so he had to stand in a daze.

"I lost. ”

Wen Mujiu took a deep breath and looked up at the sky,

When you exhale when you lower your head, it turns into a wry smile at the corner of your mouth.

"Yan Daxia. ”

"Now that I have come to see your sword path, it has really reached the point where the sword qi is rampant, and before the sword qi is released, I can't beat you. ”

After that,

Wen Mujiu turned around in a dashing manner and shook the long hair tied up at the back of his head.

Lao Tzu is not happy to act!

......

"Wen Xiaoer, you are a dog, Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You're going to fucking have a sword!"

"Lao Tzu ate peanuts and drank wine today, so you will show this to Lao Tzu?"

The first to react was the idle man lying on the eaves, looking at the back and scolding.

"Bastard, I'll go to your mother's master!"

"You're all blind to us?"

A rich kid in the restaurant directly threw the plate in his hand to the ground, and cracked into countless pieces with a click, and the rest of the people were also woken up by this sound, and the steamed buns and chopsticks in their hands fell out of the window one after another, and the shopkeeper downstairs twitched in his heart.

But the young man on the long street was still walking unhurriedly, ignoring the fallen dishes and chopsticks or steamed buns, and looked very calm when he looked closely.

The even more grumpy Tu actually smashed the chair directly on the street, maybe he still felt that he was not relieved enough, and he had already rushed to the street, and he took out a heavy pig-killing knife from there, wanting to scare and scare that guy.

"Lao Tzu didn't kill any pigs today, come to see your embarrassing thing!"

"Don't mind, Uncle Zhang, why did you still use the knife?"

"Boy, wrong!"

The young man, who was originally calm and light-hearted, couldn't hold back anymore when he looked at the angry Zhang butcher, and took two steps back with a hippie smile, but he couldn't use the knife, but according to his temper, he had to get a good beating.

"Uncle Zhang, stop chasing, save some effort!"

"If you can't work hard at night, my aunt has to let you sleep on the street. ”

Wen Mujiu smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't care about his temperament anymore, and he ran to the end of the long street, and he ran and said fishy nonsense in his mouth.

"You kid, wait for Lao Tzu?"

Butcher Zhang was angry when he heard this, and his pace sped up a few points.

"Wait, wait, wait?"

"If your daughter calls me, I'll wait and see. ”

"It's you, forget it, I can't bear the five big and three thick. ”

Wen Mu finished his mouth and turned around quickly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Yan Buwu put his sword into the sheath, looked at this ridiculous scene and asked.

"Lao Tzu is willing!"

"I can't beat you in the first place, what's the use of winning?"

"Lao Tzu is like an addiction, but it's a pity that I don't have the ability to blame you. ”

"Do you still owe you two taels of silver?"

"Don't do it!"

Wen Mujiu stopped his steps, bent over and gasped,

After a moment, he straightened up and yelled.

"Our big man spit a nail. ”

"The hair hasn't grown together, what kind of old man is it!"

Yan Daxia touched the beard on his face and laughed out loud.

"Seniors. ”

"Senpai?"

Zhong Mengqiu called softly.

"Hmm. ”

"Follow along. ”

When the voice of loneliness and defeat fell, the person had disappeared in front of him.

"I'm afraid this kid is smoking from the ancestral grave. ”

Zhong Mengqiu looked at Wen Mujiu's back and shook his head and muttered in a low voice, I only felt that all this was a bit ridiculous, there were only a handful of second-grade sword cultivation in the world, and there was actually a young man in the small town of Linzi who got a chance to ascend to the sky in one step, but I don't know if he can grasp it.

below

Yan Buwu looked up at the empty wooden fence in horror, and when his eyes fell on Zhong Mengqiu, he looked at the familiar face, wiped his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, and was directly stunned on the spot.

......

At the corner of the long street,

There was a handsome little girl wearing a shabby red jacket, sitting on the steps and licking the rock sugar gourd in her hand, Yan Daxia's words came into her ears far away, and she endured it, but she still laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wen Mujiu stepped on the steps and wiped his nose with his thumb, looking at the little girl condescendingly, full of street runners.

"Brother Wen, I didn't laugh. ”

The little girl muttered aggrievedly, but there was no fear in her eyes, and a sly smile welled up at the corner of her mouth, which was eccentric.

"You laughed, I just saw it!"

"Well, now I'm laughing again. ”

"Slightly ......"

The little girl stuck out her tongue.

"Humph!"

"Your sugar gourd is gone!"

Wen Mujiu looked at the remaining sugar gourd on the girl's wooden string, the brown sugar on it was gone, only a shriveled hawthorn fruit remained, snatched it up, and swallowed it.

"Brother Wen, you are bullying me again!"

The little girl pointed her index finger and the corners of her mouth went down, very aggrieved.

"Come on, lie to you, I'll buy you two more strings later!"

Wen Mujiu rubbed the little girl's head very dotingly.

"You go home and wait, I'll go back. ”

Wen Mujiu stretched out his head and glanced at Butcher Zhang on the long street, who didn't chase after him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, and slipped over the wall to another street.

......

The little girl's home is in a small alley in the town,

Some are dilapidated, but there are more than ten fireworks,

It's dusk, and the smell of firewood and rice comes,

The two of them, one big and one small, were lying on the eaves eating rock sugar gourds.

"Brother Wen, did you lose this fight?"

The little girl Mo was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and she looked up and pretended to be a little adult, and asked Wen Mujiu on the side.

"You don't see it, and you ask?"

Wen Mujiu pulled down the cotton hat on the little girl's head and feigned anger.

"That's two taels of silver, isn't it distressing?"

The little girl pulled up her hat, added a mouthful of rock sugar gourd, and continued to ask.

"Don't feel distressed!"

"Manly man, my daughter will come back when she is gone!"

"Brother Wen, I believe you. ”

The little girl shook her head very seriously.

"You little girl. ”

"I feel so sorry!"

"I saved a year's worth of silver, but before I was addicted, it was gone. ”

Wen Mujiu got up and sat down cross-legged,

The cloth chief who grabbed his chest sighed.

"Tsk, two taels of silver, enough for Xiao Bao'er to eat rock sugar gourd for a long time. ”

Speaking of this, little stars are in the eyes of this little girl.

"Huh?"

"Bao'er means that the money is left to buy a sword and marry a daughter-in-law, which is also excellent. ”

The little girl is as good as a stream.

"Oh, the money is all spent, let's not feel distressed. ”

"Brother Wen is obedient, in the future, Xiao Bao'er will buy you a sword when she grows up!"

"Buy the best sword!"

"The kind that costs a few hundred taels of silver!"

Xiao Bao'er patted her chest and said with arrogance.

"Where did you get so much money from your girl's family?"

Wen Mujiu pursed his lips.

"After that, Bao'er will marry a rich man, so that Bao'er will be rich. ”

"In addition to buying swords for Brother Wen, you can also eat rock sugar gourds every day, I have to eat two skewers a day, no, three skewers, five skewers!"

Xiao Bao'er got up and swore an oath.

"No, can I use your money?"

"In the future, if my Bao'er wants to marry, she has to marry someone she likes, and she won't be abducted by someone with two strings of rock sugar gourds. ”

Wen Mujiu rubbed Xiao Bao'er's head and said very seriously.

"Okay, Xiao Bao'er promised Brother Wen that she would definitely marry someone she likes in the future!"

Xiao Bao'er nodded vigorously.

"What about Brother Wen?"

"Brother Wen is nineteen years old this year, and everyone in the town at this age will make soy sauce. ”

"Brother Wen or is not the daughter of the butcher Zhang?"

Xiao Bao'er asked softly by putting her finger on her lips.

Stunned for a moment,

Wen Mujiu nodded.

"Hmm!"

"I have three wishes in my life, I want to buy a sword seriously, I want to go on a trip to the rivers and lakes with a sword, and finally I want to marry a daughter-in-law. ”

"The first two wishes are not easy to achieve, but you have to try everything, and in the end, you can barely fool yourself when you realize one. ”

"Butcher Zhang's daughter, although she is not very good-looking, but she has a big buttocks, so she will give me a big fat boy in the future. ”

Wen Mujiu smiled.

"Okay, on the day Brother Wen marries his wife, he must call Xiao Bao'er to drink the wedding wine. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Bao'er's eyes were slightly dim,

But it soon became bright again.

"Pull the hook!"

"Pull the hook!"

"Hang yourself on the hook, you can't change it for a hundred years!"

The two little fingers are tightly hooked together.

"When I become a world-famous swordsman in the future, I must give Xiao Bao'er a big dowry, so that Xiao Bao'er will not be bullied when she marries. ”

Wen Mujiu sat on the eaves and smiled.

"The world's most famous swordsman?"

Wen Mujiu looked up at the sky.

"Hmm!"

"Is it to protect Xiao Bao'er?"

The little girl's voice is very soft,

The longing for Tsuki-shu didn't hear it clearly.

"I've been practicing swords since I was nine years old, and it's been ten years since I've been nineteen. ”

"It's still not a product now, but last time I used a wooden sword to beat away the street slickers who were looking for fault in two inns, I estimated that it would not work for ten years, so I was practicing for ten years, and at that time, I was almost at the level of that beard. ”

Wen Mujiu glanced at the two gaps on the wooden sword and was a little sad, but when he turned his head, it was indeed a big smile.

"Then I'll wait for Brother Wen. ”

"What are you waiting for me?"

"Wait until you prepare a dowry for me, otherwise how can I get married?"

The little girl smiled slyly.

"You little girl. ”

When the hand of the warm wood wine has not yet fallen,

"Bao'er, it's time to go home for dinner. ”

There was a beautiful woman's voice from below.

"Oh. ”

"Mother, I'm with Brother Wen. ”

Xiao Bao'er lay on the eaves and responded,

"Hello aunt. ”

Wen Mujiu's hand paused in the air, and he retracted his back with some embarrassment, and looked closely at the woman underneath with a few patches on her plain long dress, but her appearance was very beautiful, and her temperament was not like that of ordinary women.

"Stay for a bite to eat?"

The woman spoke, but there was not much familiarity in her tone.

Just politely

"No, auntie. ”

"The shopkeeper is still waiting in the inn, so I'll be there soon." ”

After Wen Mujiu finished speaking, he quickly turned over and walked back to the direction of the restaurant, this farce is over, but life has to go on, and finally bought a rock sugar gourd for more than a dozen dollars, and tonight he also said that he drank a pot of Chunkui wine, and the idea of celebrating the first battle of the rivers and lakes to himself was also in vain.

Walking on the long cold street,

I don't know when an old man in a white shirt suddenly appeared on the side of the road, holding a jar of Chunkui wine in his hand, and another jar of wine has not yet been opened on the long steps.

"Little friend, wait. ”

"Senior, you called me?"

Wen Mujiu pointed to himself.

"Do you want to drink?"

Before the words fell, another jar of wine beside Lonely Seeking Defeat had already been thrown out and fell into Wen Mujiu's arms.

"Don't mind my seniors, I don't have any money. ”

Wen Mujiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but still walked over and put the wine in his hand beside Dugu's side.

"Senior, you should also drink less, this wine has a lot of stamina. ”

Wen Mujiu spoke.

"If you don't have any money, you owe it. ”

Dugu Qiu pointed to the wine beside him.

"This wine tastes tasteless when you drink it alone. ”

"This ......"

"A swordsman acts, never inks. ”

Lonely and defeated, chuckled.

"Senpai?"

"That's it, I think the seniors have seen the kid's absurd behavior during the day. ”

Wen Mujiu hesitated for a while, but then slapped open the sealing mud.

I raised my head and poured a sip, comforting.

The two just drank silently, without a word.

Dugu's predecessors said very little, and I am afraid that what he said today is more than what he usually said, and Wen Mu Jiu Chunkui felt a little bitter and reluctant to say more.

"Your name is strange. ”

After a long time, Dugu looked up at the sky and said.

"Warm wood wine?"

"My surname is Wen, and when I was picked up, I had a stone in my arms and carved the word Wen. ”

"Stones?"

"The seniors smiled, where did I get so many jade pendants, I was poor, and my parents who wanted to leave me were not rich and noble, and there were not so many twists and turns. ”

Wen Mujiu laughed to himself.

"Well, I'll get the name myself. ”

"I like to practice swords, an iron sword almost costs seven or eight taels of silver, and I can't afford it, so I can only use a wooden sword, so there is more "wood" in the name. ”

"I also like to drink, and I can drink a glass or two when I get a monthly fee, so I added a word for wine. ”

Wen Mujiu patted the wooden sword on his waist, raised his head and took a sip, he was heroic, but he drank too quickly, and he was suddenly choked, bending over and coughing.

"The seniors smiled"

Wen Mujiu wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and sneered.

According to your preference, then you should also add the word "treasure" to your name. ”

I don't know when a person came out of the shadows and joked.

"You like that little girl. ”

Zhong Mengqiu said bluntly.

"Huh-"

"Butcher Zhang's daughter, I've been to see it. ”

Zhong Mengqiu blocked Wen Mujiu's words.

"I like it. ”

Wen Mujiu nodded, and made it up the steps.

"But I don't deserve it. ”

The self-deprecating mood at the corners of Wen Mujiu's mouth became more and more intense.

"I happened to hear the shopkeeper mention that Bao'er and his father went to Qishan to ask for a sword, and the rest of the pregnant Bao'er's mother waited in the town, but this time she never came back, and then Bao'er was born in the town, and they never left. ”

"At that time, I was still thinking about working hard to help their mother and daughter, but later I happened to hear the shopkeeper say that his father was a third-grade sword cultivator. ”

"Three products, three products, three products......"

Wen Mujiu muttered softly, even if the wine in the altar was empty, he didn't know.

"So you like the daughter of the Zhang Butcher's family?"

Zhong Mengqiu opened his mouth and asked,

"There's no way to do it, the wife of the third-grade sword cultivator, she can't look down on me as a kid running in an inn when she's down, right?"

Wen Mujiu asked rhetorically.

"Can't you climb the third grade?"

Zhong Mengqiu wanted to ask, but stopped abruptly,

Also

Sanpin is already the top figure in the world in the eyes of ordinary people.

Silent for a long time,

"Little friend, I'm done drinking. ”

The lonely senior spoke, but the person did not leave.

"Do you still have any orders?"

Wen Mujiu was stunned.

"I'd like to borrow something from you. ”

"Senpai, you say. ”

Wen Mujiu said very happily, just drinking that jar full of Chunkui wine is enough to exchange all his belongings.

"Your sword!"

"My sword?"

Wen Mujiu looked at the wooden sword that was missing a few cuts on his waist and said in a daze.

"You owe me a jar of spring wine, and I will borrow a wooden sword. ”

"Fair enough. ”

Lonely smiled at defeat.

"Why did the predecessor borrow the sword?"

"Go to the mountains. ”

Dugu sought defeat and pointed in the direction of Qishan.

"Senior ......"

Turning around and looking in the direction of his finger, Wen Mujiu was suddenly startled,

Even the smell of alcohol has dissipated most of it.

"I'll be back, you still owe me a jar of wine, and I owe you a sword. ”

Dugu asked for defeat and said very seriously.

"Seniors, this ......"

Wen Mu wine still wants to say more.

"A swordsman acts, never inks. ”

Dugu asked for defeat and stretched out his hand to interrupt.

"Okay!"

"I'm waiting for the seniors at the inn!"

Wen Mujiu took off the wooden sword at his waist and handed it out, and said very solemnly.

When Dugu's defeated hand held the wooden sword,

The whole long street,

Sword Qi Vertical and Horizontal,

For a long time,

When the warm wood wine was terrified,

When I opened my eyes, there was still a figure in front of me.

......

Walking on the long street in a state of sorrow,

Feel the remaining sword qi in the air.

Wenmu wine knows this time,

I met the big man who topped the sky,

I'm afraid it's as high as three grades!

"This is the biggest opportunity in my life, right?"

"But I still didn't seem to catch it. ”

Wen Mujiu smiled bitterly and shook his head,

Qishan,

Qishan Sword Shrine!

"You're back?"

As soon as he stepped into the door of the inn, he put a hand on his shoulder, and the first person to greet him was not the shopkeeper, but the bearded Yan Daxia.

"Your uncle, haven't left yet?"

The original gloomy mood was disrupted in an instant, and he was the little people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, those who reached the top of the rivers and lakes, where did it take their turn to worry about themselves, but they just drank a jar of Chunkui wine, which was worth a lot of money, and in the future, they burned a few catties of paper money during the New Year's Festival.

"Hey, you kid!"

"I'm not interested, I have great news for you!"

Yan Buwu said.

"What?"

"Do you know the identities of those two people on the street?"

"I don't know. ”

Wen Mujiu waved his hand.

"But I know that person is very strong, I'm afraid that he has a three-grade cultivation. ”

Wen Mujiu recalled the sword qi that was crisscrossing the long street and spoke.

"Sanpin?"

"Fuck it, Raush's Sanpin!"

"That's the second grade!"

"A real second grade!"

Yan Buwu's voice fell, and he was also a little weak.

"The young man's name is Zhong Mengqiu, who walks in the world of Qishan Sword Shrine, and he has entered the second grade early, and the whole world is like this!"

Yan Buwu gave a thumbs up.

"What about the old-timer next to you?"

"Is it high?"

Hearing this, a hint of brightness rose under the eyes of Wenmu Wine, the third product will definitely die if he goes to Qishan, what about the second product?

Maybe there's a silver lining, right?

"Is it high?"

Yan Buwu's tone rose sharply.

"I'm afraid it's as high as most of the Qishan Mountain!"

"So the seniors won't die?"

Wen Mujiu hurriedly asked.

"What, you're still thinking about your chance?"

"No, I just want my seniors to live. ”

"Huh?"

"He Xiuwei has nothing to do with it!"

Looking up in the direction of Qishan,

"After all, my senior was the first person to invite me to drink. ”

Wen Mujiu lowered his head and said softly.

Li Haoran took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The streets are dead silent.