The wine shop is not big, and you can naturally see the layout at a glance when you sit inside, not to mention that Ahsan is still sitting at the door.

So she saw everything in the liquor store.

Not only the woman, but also a few drinkers, except for Ah Sang and Gu Ming, there were a total of four drinkers in the wine shop, two of them were born ordinary, dressed as ordinary people, with rough skin, and it could be seen that they were not rich and noble.

In addition to the two drinkers, there was an old man, dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a rosacea nose on his head, a bookcase at his side, and a lot of dust on his clothes.

A pair of cloth shoes, already in tatters.

There was a slight tiredness between his eyebrows.

It seems that he is an old and strong old Confucian who wants to learn from the Confucian sage and travel around the world, but I don't know how many places he has traveled and how many books he has read.

As for the last drinker, he was also a scholar, looking just middle-aged, wearing a light blue shirt of good material, combing his hair in a very good bun, and placing a wine glass and a pot of wine in front of him.

Among the four, he is the only one who is the most particular, the other three all use wine bowls, and he alone uses wine glasses.

Standing in front of the counter, Gu Meng finally came back with a jar of wine, but the woman refused to give up, so she had to follow Gu Meng to the table.

After seeing Ah San, the woman sighed: "It's strange that I have to think about my sister and me, it turns out that I have a beautiful daughter-in-law for a long time, too, you are so good-looking, the good-looking woman in this world must be willing to drill into your arms." ”

This is not a serious remark, Gu Meng secretly said that it is not good, if his senior sister is angry, he is afraid that if he raises his hand, he will make this woman suffer, although his senior sister will not kill innocents indiscriminately, but it is not good, who knows that when he looks at his senior sister, Ah Sang is just pouring wine.

She didn't seem to care at all.

This is not the style of the senior sister, so Gu Meng paid more attention to it.

He raised his head and said helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just drinking a drink to let me be quiet." ”

When he spoke, he revealed some aura by the way, if the woman was a cultivator, she would definitely feel it, so she retreated, but unexpectedly, the woman didn't look out of the slightest, just looked down at Gu Ming, and complained: "Sister, but I invited you to drink, can't you say two words?"

Gu Meng turned his head and was about to speak.

"Go, or die. Ahsan may have had all his patience drained, so he opened his mouth to say so.

Ahsan didn't look at the woman, but began to emit a powerful aura, and the woman felt a little cold in the air, and walked towards the counter in a daze, muttering something in her mouth, but no one heard it.

Gu Meng said in a low voice: "Senior sister, you are a bit too much. ”

Ah Sang didn't even pay attention to his little junior brother at this moment, just took a sip of wine from his own bowl, Gu Meng felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Ah Sang looked at him calmly, "I'll throw you out later, and then you run quickly, as for where to run, you should be able to make a decision, don't think about coming back to me, if you and I still have a fate, then Zheshan can be seen." ”

Gu Meng was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously held the candle bead.

"Your realm is too low, and staying is a drag. ”

Ah Sang was extremely straightforward this time, without any intention of dragging mud and water, Gu Meng had never seen his senior sister like this, in other words, it must be the opponent they would face next, extremely powerful, Ah Sang himself was not sure.

Gu Meng knew that his senior sister had already entered the realm of knotting hair in Xian Mall, and there was only a realm away from those real big shots.

There shouldn't be many monks in this world who can threaten their own senior sister.

But around that, Ahsan still spoke like this.

"Is it because of the injury?"

Gu Meng was a little worried.

Ahsan shook his head.

"Then there really is no chance of winning at all?"

Ah Sang said: "The other party is at least the peak of knotting, and there is really nothing I can do about it from the golden gate." ”

Gu Meng was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay, I like you very much, junior brother. You live well. ”

Of course, the liking here can't be the kind of liking between men and women, Ahsan took a deep breath and said softly, "I won't die." ”

As she spoke, she stood up.

No one looked at her, even if she had threatened the middle-aged woman before, but no drinker cared, and no one would think that this good-looking girl was really the master who would kill someone if she didn't agree with her.

At this time, the old Confucian left the wine money on the table, and then carried the wine jug, carried the bookcase, and staggered towards the door.

Ah Sang and Gu Meng were sitting at the door, and if he wanted to go out, he would definitely have to pass by the two of them.

Ah Sang didn't look at him, the old Confucian babbled something, and didn't look at Gu Meng and Ah Sang, until he came to the side of the two, and then he glanced at Gu Ming.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, he also said something.

"It's really rare to see such a good-looking teenager. ”

This is a compliment, but the following sentence is permeated with a fierce murderous intent.

"It's a pity, such a good-looking teenager won't be seen in the future. ”

With the birth of the killing machine, there was also a supreme breath, which slowly grew from the old Confucian body, and then diffused.

In that assassination, it was the ghost cultivator who shot at the beginning, and then it was in the hot pot restaurant, but it was not an absolute killing, but now, as soon as this old Confucian student makes a move, Gu Meng and Ah Sang know that this is the final assassination.

That old Confucian student's cultivation realm was very high, and he was only one line away from being able to become a cultivator of the Golden Gate Realm, in the past, this kind of cultivator was either beyond the world, or an elder of a certain sect or something, and it was impossible for him to be a killer.

But the truth is so unexpected, such a strong man has become a killer, and he is waiting for them here.

Gu Meng felt the breath of despair, but soon he couldn't feel it.

Because before the old Confucian put his hand on his shoulder, Ah Sang pulled Gu Meng behind him, according to the original idea, Ah Sang wanted to throw Gu Meng out, but I don't know why, she changed her mind again.

The hand didn't catch its shoulder when it fell, but it still stopped at that point, and then it was visible to the naked eye, a powerful qi machine gushed out from the palm of the palm, and then it pierced the ground in an instant, leaving a hole that was several feet long.

The old Confucian Sheng's old face was full of wrinkles, he looked at Ah Sang and said, "You have just entered the knot, and you are injured, I can't think of how you can defeat me?"

Ahsan looked at the hole and said expressionlessly, "I don't know either." ”

"Then why fight?"

"Because the person you want to kill is my junior brother. ”

"I have no relatives, I only have one friend, a master, a sister and a brother. ”

Everything is one, so no one is missing.

"Is this more important than life?" said the old Confucian with a smile, "The old man thinks it's not that important. ”

Ahsan shook his head and didn't speak. But he struck.

A white Xuanguang was born in vain, and the distance between Ah Sang and the old Confucian was very close, so this white Xuanguang came to the front of the old Confucian in an instant, but right here, the Xuanguang began to dissipate, this was the first time they fought, but it was over in such a short time.

The old Confucian looked at Ah Sang kindly, and whispered: "It's a pity that there is a good cultivator in this place of Zheshan. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his old hand, which was full of wrinkles but with infinite power, and invisible qi surged out, startling the tables and chairs in the wine shop.

The table beside Ahsan had turned into powder in an instant, and the powder had been blown into the hole.

Every realm of a practitioner is different.

The fighting style of the Starry Realm is also different from the fighting style of the Knot Hair Realm.

The old man stretched out his hand, and did not do the rest of the movement, but soon and quickly, Ahsan took a step back, poofed, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood beads didn't spill on the ground, they just hovered in mid-air, looking very weird.

The old Confucian looked at the blood and said with emotion: "There are too many young people like you, it's not good." ”

What he said was that there were too many young people who liked to stand out and were not afraid of death, Ah Sang understood, but ignored him, she just raised her hand, and then another extremely powerful qi machine was born from the palm of her hand.

That qi machine was extremely powerful, Gu Meng felt that if he stopped it, he was afraid that he would be killed in an instant, but unfortunately it was such a qi machine, which didn't make the old man move at all, he just waved his hand, and then broke this powerful blow.

Gu Luo couldn't understand it at all, but he also knew that this was indeed his senior sister's defeat.

Although the senior sister did not fall down and did not vomit blood again, her face was very pale, like a sick person.

The old Confucian smiled: "Kill you, it will be perfect." ”

He was invited by a nobleman in the Xian Mall, but he didn't know that the nobleman had been sent to the prison of the Zongren Mansion at this moment.

Gu Meng held the candle tour, and Bai Yinjue had already begun to circulate.

But at this time, an unusually flat voice sounded in the wine shop, "It's not good for a scholar to do this kind of thing." ”

The old Confucian was not ready to pay attention, but he was surprised to find that he couldn't move.

Gu Meng turned his head to look and found that it was the man in light blue who had been drinking with a wine glass before.

He sat in his seat, took a sip of wine, and did not speak.

"Who is the senior?" the old Confucian began to sweat on his forehead, his whole body became extremely nervous, and his back was even cold.

He is already a cultivator at the peak of the Hair Formation Realm, and the only person in this world who can quietly make him unable to move with a single sentence is a cultivator of the Golden Gate Realm.

But there aren't many cultivators like that, each of them has a very loud name, and they definitely don't walk around the world at will, why did they come across one at this moment?

"It's just an idler who can't see a reader doing this kind of thing. The man in light blue spoke again and said softly, "Since you want to do such a thing, why do you want to study and make me disgusted?"

There was no disagreement between his words, but only his disdain and dissatisfaction with the old Confucian as a scholar for doing such a thing.

Come to think of it, the man in the light blue shirt is also a scholar, but how many scholars can make this old Confucian unable to move?

Sangong can definitely do it.

But apart from the Three Princes, where in this world are there any scholars who have already entered the Golden Gate Realm?

"Senior, there is a noble man behind me, and it is difficult to exonerate. ”

The old Confucian knew that he was not an opponent, but he was unwilling to give up.

Although after he said this, he already understood that if the other party was a cultivator of the Golden Gate Realm, he would definitely not care about the prince behind him, maybe even the first person in Nanling like Emperor Daqi would make him jealous.

"Could it be that you are Jiang Min?"

The sudden appearance of this name made everyone feel unfamiliar, but if he said another name that represented the same identity as this name, I am afraid that no one would find it strange.

Daqi was ruled by the Jiang family, and His Majesty the Emperor was called Jiang Min.

The old Confucian was sweating behind his back, and he didn't dare to call Emperor Daqi by his name, but after listening to the other party's arrogant words, he knew that even if he said that he was the messenger of Emperor Daqi, he couldn't let the other party retreat.

Immediately a little disheartened.

"What are you going to do?"

If you can't beat it, then move out of your own backer, if your backer is not afraid of the other party, then what else can you do except admit it?

The old Confucian didn't think that the other party was a helper invited by Gu Ming, because Zheshan had already fallen into such a situation, and he would definitely not invite a master of such a realm.

He only thought that he was unlucky, and met a Golden Gate Realm cultivator who had quirks and was still walking in the world.

"If I don't kill you, do you want to continue to corrupt the reader?" The man said with some mockery: "Of course, a scholar like you can't be killed, but it's not a problem for me to kill one when I encounter one." ”

Old Confucius's face changed suddenly, because at this time, he had already felt the killing intent and disgust of the other party.

"Senior, please leave your name ......"

Although he knew that he would not escape death, the old Confucian still wanted to know who the other party was.

"There are not many people in the world who are qualified to know my name, and you are not one of them. ”

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man disappeared out of thin air from the wine shop, and the old Confucian felt that the oppression was gone, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly saw his arm turn into dust.

Then there's the body.

And finally, the head.

Soon, soon, soon.

It's all gone, it's all dust, and it's just a brackish sea breeze.

Such a strange sight had already frightened the other two drinkers in the wine shop, and crawled out with their hands and feet, and the middle-aged woman passed out directly.

Gu Meng lost his mind for a long time, and then he came to his senses.

Ahsan spat blood again, then sat down and took a sip of wine, which was kind of washing his mouth.

Gu Meng hugged his senior sister, and vaguely thought that the senior sister didn't throw him out before, so she should know that there was such a strong man in this wine shop.

"That's Senior Sister's friend?"

Gu Meng asked in a low voice, hoping that the answer was yes.

Ah Sang shook his head, "It's just that the other party showed a breath, and he happened to sense that a cultivator who wants to come to such a realm will not watch the other party torture and kill you a little guy in the third realm, so he gambled, but he didn't expect it to be him." ”

It's him.

Obviously, Ahsan knows the identity of the other party.

Gu Meng asked, "Who is he?"

If you really want to talk about it, the man who shot before should be the third Golden Que Realm powerhouse that Gu Meng has seen in his life.

The first is Liang Shiyi who took a sword in the town, the second is Emperor Daqi, and the third is this person.

This time, Ah Sang did not sell Guanzi, and said bluntly: "The number one chess player in the world." ”

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The number one chess player in the world is not just a chess player.

He was a reader.

Many years ago, Nanling produced a scholar, extremely talented, not only in practice, his poetry and songs, calligraphy and painting are all fine, and in all fields are everyone, the most terrible thing is that he is only fourteen years old in the dark, and he has been famous in Nanling.

When he was sixteen years old, the first emperor of Daqi called him into Beijing, and the scholar rode into Beijing.

There is a sentence in it, "The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day." ”

It is still praised by countless scholars.

And on that day, everyone in Xian Mall remembered Meng Qiuchi's name.

He was ordered to enter Xian Mall, and on the second day, he made an exception to enter Chongwen Building, and then he became the brightest star among all scholars outside of the Three Princes.

Everyone believes that as long as Meng Qiuchi is willing, after more than ten years, there will definitely be one of the three princes, and it is even likely that he will become the youngest Taifu in history at the age of no confusion.

No one can speculate about the future of this scholar, and I don't know how many courtiers wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law.

Every unmarried woman in Xiancheng has his portrait, and from the moment he enters Xianmall, he has become the owner of all the people in Xianmall.

Xian Mall is proud to have Meng Qiuchi and is happy about it.

But no one still thought that ten years later, that scholar would achieve the Golden Gate Realm one night.

He is an absolute genius in the history of cultivation, and throughout history, few people can compare with him.

If it becomes the Golden Gate Realm, forget it.

It was on the night that he drank a lot of wine and changed from the Jiefa Realm to the Golden Gate Realm, Meng Qiuchi left Xian Mall and never came back.

He seemed to have lost interest in the position of the third prince suddenly, so he chose to leave.

After leaving, he traveled the world, and finally built a sea viewing tower on the east coast, and he became the lord of the East China Sea, one of the most famous people in the world.

But it is no longer Meng Qiuchi of the people of Xian Mall.

No one knew why he left, and no one knew why he never returned to the Salty Mall, just as no one ever knew what he wanted.

Such a scholar, Da Qi is of course a loss without him.

"He's going to the Salty Mall?"

Gu Meng suddenly spoke.

This is the closest town to Xian Mall, but it is thousands of miles away from the East China Sea, Meng Qiuchi suddenly appeared here, what is it for?

Gu Meng could only speculate that he was going to Xian Mall.

But why go?

I'm afraid that's something that everyone cares about.