On the Xieyang Post Road, there came a one-armed boy with an empty sleeve on his left. Even without the long sword behind his back, the young man's gestures and movements were like a sword.

A roadside wine shop, the wine flag that wafts in the wind has been dilapidated, and it is also very commensurate with the cottage shop.

The signature of the liquor store is very special: sword drunk.

The couplet on the door frame is even more special, or rather, it is not a couplet at all.

The sword is drunk from now on,

It's good to be drunk.

The boy stopped in front of the liquor shop, and then turned and went into the liquor shop, but did not enter the house, but took a seat at an open-air table in the corner of the fence. The young man put the long sword behind his back on the table, sat upright, and did not make a sound.

In fact, there is no need for him to greet him, because the place where this sword laughing wine shop is located is too remote, and the business can be imagined. At present, there is only one customer in the store, the one-armed boy.

A middle-aged man in a black cloth coat limped out of the house empty-handed. One lame, one armed, one standing, one sitting, one not like a guest, the other less like a shopkeeper, and the two look at each other like this. Fortunately, there was still a little smile on the lame man's face, otherwise he would have seemed to be a high-roller who had met so far to ask about the sword.

"Is it objectively drinking, or eating?" said the owner of the wine shop, who neither served tea nor wiped the table, and finally smiled and spoke.

"Can't stay in the hotel?" Fu Tongrui asked.

The boss shook his head, "The purpose of opening this wine shop is to facilitate the swordsmen and swordsmen passing by, and to eat well and hurry." ”

"What's there to eat?" Along the way, looking at the terrain and mountains, Fu Tongrui actually knew that no matter how he hurried, he might not be able to meet people before dark, but he was not used to bothering others, even if it was just to ask more.

"Cooked beef, drunk with our swords. For many people, it's the last delicacy in the world. The boss's smile was the same. It's just that when you look at it at this time, there is a very weird taste.

"Two pounds of cooked beef, if it's really good, I'll come again." Fu Tongrui glanced at him and said lightly, as if to say something that was taken for granted, "It's just that the wine will be saved for when you come back." ”

"Okay. The boss smiled, turned around and went into the house.

He has seen too many self-confident and heroic passers-by. Some will be furious, draw their swords, and ask the boss what is the intention of such vicious words? Or go directly to the open space in the courtyard, pull a posture, and ask the boss about the sword, or how do you know that I will definitely go and never return?

There are also some young people like this one, who just smiled faintly and said, "I will come back after the wine and dinner." ”

Because those who walk this road know that at the end of the road, there is a sword mound full of bones.

When a swordsman dies, he is buried on the spot, and his grave is covered with loess, and there is no tombstone, only the sword he used in his life.

It is said that there are now more than 30,000 long swords inserted in that sword mound.

As for the swordsman and other warriors, when they die, they can only expose the corpse to the wilderness, and the saber is discarded along with the corpse. Therefore, beyond the tombs, there are also white bones on the ground.

Knowing that it is a road of no return, he still flocks to it, all because of the rivers and lakes, there is a saying since ancient times, those who can go to the end of the sword mound and retire safely are the most holy kendo in the world;

30,000 swordsmen died, and the sword luck brought by each person, accumulated over thousands of years, gathered here.

So every swordsman who came was prepared for the worst.

As for the martial arts swordsmen who came to try their luck and wanted to take advantage of this to leap into the dragon gate and be reborn, this sword mound didn't bother to take in the little martial arts they brought, and when they died, they were directly exposed to the wilderness.

The hot cooked beef was served on the table, and Fu Tongrui ate it slowly, chewing it slowly, just like he was in the Taoist Academy, dealing with every bite of food, just like a classmate practicing a new sword move.

"It's getting dark. "The shopkeeper of the wine shop sitting on the side is a little blind, and the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

Fu Tongrui put down the chopsticks in his hand, slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, and then looked at the boss and replied, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." ”

The man nodded, but he didn't urge, a musty wine gourd in his hand, put it to his mouth and took a sip of wine, but he looked very self-cherished, and quickly plugged the wooden stopper.

Looking at the quality of the gourd, how good can the wine be?

"Aren't you curious, what's strange in that sword mound?" Facing the silent young man, the boss couldn't help but remind, "It's not bragging, it's not a bragging, there is no second one in the world who is close to the sword mound and has lived for many years." ”

Fu Tongrui just took back the chopsticks in his hand, so he had to put them down again and asked, "Then you have been in the wine shop for many years, have you ever had repeat customers?"

The boss had just poured a sip of wine, almost choking, and shook his head with an expression of drinking the wrong horse urine.

"Then what is the use of me asking you?" After speaking, Fu Tongrui continued to eat meat slowly, he didn't expect the other party to give an answer at all.

Of course, the boss didn't have an answer, so he was depressed, so he directly slapped the cork of the wine gourd on the table and drank the stuffy wine one after another.

When Fu Tongrui left the wine shop, it was already twilight on the post road.

The post road runs from east to west, and at sunset, twilight is the most homesick and the saddest.

An ancient and solid wooden gatehouse, with doorposts on both sides and a lintel on the top, are all scratched. Or it is a knife mark, or a sword mark, which is very deeply carved, but none of them has ever cut off the wood.

It stands to reason that even if it is an ordinary martial artist, with the skills of the three or four realms, it is not difficult to cut off the wood that one person hugs with one sword.

Could it be that when you come here, the sword path and martial arts will be suppressed by some kind of extremely strong avenue?

The scratches entered Fu Tongrui's eyes, like a grass and tree on the edge of the post road, but they entered the field of vision as he walked forward, and then disappeared from the field of vision.

Mounds of earth were lined up and down, and long swords were like forests, some rusted, others still shining cold, without scabbards, and not a single sword was broken and corrupted by rust.

The corpses in the grave may have turned to mud, but the sword is immortal.

A stone path leads to the depths of the sword mound, with no end in sight.

"Who's coming?" a shout came from ahead, but he heard the echo and couldn't see him.

"Lu Shenzhou swordsman, Fu Tongrui. The young man did not squint, his steps did not slow or slow, as if he was talking to the people around him, and his tone was the same.

The voice laughed wildly, and said with compassion, "But the sword cultivator who is at the bottleneck of the abyss dares to come here to die?"

"What realm is considered high?" Fu Tongrui asked casually.

There was silence for a while, and the voice seemed to suddenly not know what to do, and froze for a moment, "At least it has to be a real human realm." In the face of Heavenly Dao punishment, at least I can react a little......"

"Immortal bottleneck, can you live?" Fu Tongrui simply asked in a tone that didn't matter to him.

"No, you can't. The voice replied simply.

Fu Tongrui said lightly, "You can't live even in the realm." That realm is boundlessly high, and no one is still looking for you. ”

"Boy, aren't you afraid of death?" the voice from the depths of the void grew colder.

"It's just a sword, and it's life and death. Fu Tongrui was-for-tat.

Your voice was furious and laughing, "I've seen a lot of people who have swollen faces and become fat, and I have seen more than you hairy boy who can pretend to be garlic." This sword mound is a place where the Heavenly Dao manifests. In front of the Heavenly Dao, not to mention that you are a small mid-realm sword cultivator, even if it is the entire human sword Dao

, are just the remnants of ants. If the Heavenly Dao ignores it, you can linger, and if the Heavenly Dao wants to destroy you, it is a matter of moving your fingers. ”

"That's right, Fu Tongrui is about to be wiped out, and he asks Sword Heaven. The young man slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, and there was no way to point it.

"Haha...... I want to think about it beautifully, I want to play a grasshopper shaking a tree, and the mantis arm is a car? Squandered a small life, and I cheered? It's useless, since you are here, I have to ask you a sword first. No one can catch this sword!"

Fu Tongrui stopped talking, and two cold lights in his eyes shot into the depths of the night;

Then, he saw a sword light flash from the sky!

Fu Tongrui didn't dodge or dodge, his long body swept forward, and he handed out a sword towards the entire sword shrine!

He let the sword light pass through his chest.

The young man's sword was like entering a sea of mud, but his thin body fell to the ground at the same moment, and the wound on his chest was bleeding like a torrent of blood.

Fu Tongrui, who was severely injured, did not die immediately, and even his consciousness and sanity were still very clear. The sharp pain of the heart being pierced, and the feeling of emptiness in the chest, were especially strong.

The night breeze was bleak, Fu Tongrui lay on the path, only his mind moved, five fingers of his right hand, and reflexively clenched the hilt of the sword.

Then, the thin body staggered to its feet.

This heaven and earth seemed to be deliberately aimed at the young swordsman, and all the graves suddenly lit up with sword light!

The sword light suddenly rose into the sky like a dotted star covering the earth, like a meteor shower piercing the night sky, and the last little stars converged into a bunch, enveloping the place where the boy stood.

Sword mound 30,000 swords, kill a teenager!

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The dusty old hexagram master was anxious to break into the quiet room of Benwei Hall, and complained to the disciple who was no longer a human on the hospital bed.

"I also gave him a pot of immortal wine that has been treasured for many years, how can you be a master of the Taoist Academy? It's just a matter of being ruthless to your own students, not looking at the face of the monk and looking at the face of the Buddha;

Ren Pingsheng endured severe pain and looked strange.

"When people open a school, they are misleading people's children, and he Fang Liang, a junior who opened a Taoist academy, is to make money and kill him. If you seek those ordinary rich children, that's it. Who am I? I have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and there are people rushing to pay the bills at any wine shop. It's not over. ”

Ren Pingsheng looked embarrassed, but he didn't know how to persuade him. For so many years, although there is less gathering and more separation, once the second master loses face, he has not seen it.

"Master, this is the ...... Actually, it's my fault. If I knew I was cheating, I should have listened to your advice last time. In fact, the secret realm of Yunshan was not aimed at anyone, it was there before the master came. So it's not necessarily his fault. Ren Pingsheng searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and finally found a few words that he thought were decent, "Master, your talisman method, to deal with this bit of Taoism ~ Gongfa injury, isn't it a big problem? Anyway, as long as I get that opportunity, I will also practice the master's Taoism diligently, and when the realm is high, even if someone wants to talk nonsense, you and I, a talisman and a few spells in the past, don't you have to shut up?" There is a saying that the victor is king, and whoever is so disgusted with life will ask why the king came about......"

Yizhen glared at the apprentice fiercely, shaking his head like a rattle, "This is bad, this is bad." Even if you can really have that ability by then, I, you, my master, and I, have been chivalrous and brave for most of my life, but I can't afford to lose that face. As for healing injuries...... That's true. This little bit of Dao method used on you, although there are thousands of wisps of qi invading the qi meridians, and it is a mess, but for Master, it is all a piece of cake. You can lie here for the rest of the night, and wait for me to slowly set up a talisman array, supplemented by the little fat man's healing medicine stone, and you will not be missed to continue going to school tomorrow morning. ”

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