After all, Du Tong is also a famous person in the rivers and lakes, how can he deal with a small guy.

I saw him clasping his hands into fists, and without saying more, he walked quickly under his feet, and disappeared into the sea of people after taking a big step.

The guests on the second floor shook the fan, the fan was a peacock sandalwood fan with 20 fan bones, and the fan pendant was a piece of gossip yin and yang with an ordinary peach wood texture.

This handsome boy watched Du Tong walk out of the inn, hooked his lips and smiled slightly, the rivers and lakes are really interesting, and the people in the rivers and lakes really don't cherish life.

"After running away from home for all these years, after a little tempering, your skills can reach the realm of three grades?"

The warrior who wiped the sword shook his head, still concentrating on polishing the sword. What this little boy doesn't like the most is that others brag or point fingers for the cultivation realm, and men rely on their fists, and they are faster than fighting for words like a girl, so what do you need that third leg for?

What he wiped was a three-foot-long double-dragon sword decorated with gems, luxurious but ordinary, and it was not a famous sword, let alone one of the top ten famous swords in the world.

The fan-wielding boy didn't like the sword, and even hated it. People don't dislike things for no reason, it's just that most people don't like to say why.

"Mo Ming, you say it's strange, it's not strange, others will have such and such adventures when they walk the rivers and lakes, or they will encounter bullies at every turn and molesting women from good families, and then a long sword and a white-clothed immortal will appear. But why did I go to the rivers and lakes, but it was extremely boring!"

"Call your brother by name, rude!" The fan-wielding boy who called Mo Ming put away the fan and patted it on the head of the sword-wiping warrior, the other party did not call or dodge, he wiped his love sword by himself, and the fan-wiping boy continued, "It has been two years and seven months since you left Lincheng and come back, and your sister-in-law is still curious whether the little overlord of Jinling is three-headed or six-armed. It's better for you not to go back to Jinling City, why did you ask your brother to come to this western land for no reason? What is that Naga Returning Pill for?"

The warrior who wiped the sword put down his sword: "In the west of the city that never sleeps, the people there call the Naga Huimei Pill an elixir given by the gods. I searched all over the state but couldn't find it, and a year ago, I met an ascetic in the Nalan tribe. ”

"That dervishew told you that there is something you want in this tavern in the city that never sleeps?"

The little boy did not respond to his brother's words, but puffed out his cheeks, like a frog in a field, as if asking his brother and himself, "Do you think Zhongxihou will have that thing?"

"It's strange to be a brother, the nine-star flying you practice, the sword is fast, and the sword qi is sharp, but every time you compare the sword, you don't see any progress, so you still go to your mother and let your father teach you the Mo family sword. ”

"You have to be scared, it's not my fault that the realm is not enough, I can only blame my mother. The sword wiping warrior put the sword back into its sheath and continued, "Besides, your family's swordsmanship still requires so much, what is ruthless and boring. However, I have only practiced to six stars in the nine-star flying fu, and when I practice to nine stars, even if you take the Mo Yu sword, it will not be my opponent. ”

After all, the sword warrior is just a wealthy boy, even if he goes far away and travels the world, he has not entered the rivers and lakes, after all, he has not entered the rivers and lakes.

The little boy frowned suddenly, he was surprised, why was he taken into the ditch by his brother again, this damn Mo Ming, it's not that he doesn't know that his Qi Yuan is congenitally damaged, so he can only gather Qi Dantian, and he can't take Qi Yungong.

The little boy frowned and glared: "Don't interrupt, when I was in that small tribe at that time, I heard that there was a treasure in the city, which can reincarnate and rewrite fate, which is also strange." ”

"What baby?"

The old woman was also vague, strange, how could I not know that there was such a powerful treasure in Lincheng. ”

Obviously, the little boy's brother, that is, the boy who was angry and holding a fan, didn't care about what pills were in the little boy's mouth, and stretched out his hand to ask the little boy: "Yinuo, where is the blood jade for my brother?"

The little boy was reluctant to untie a piece of jade hanging around his neck, a piece of black blood-colored jade in the shape of a water droplet. He handed it to his brother and muttered: "When I left, I said that I wanted to wear it well, what kind of amulet, I haven't seen it for more than two years, and I have to ask for it back when we first meet, so it's boring." ”

The little boy's brother, that is, the son called Mo Ming, put away the folding fan, knocked it lightly on the little boy's head, and then returned the jade push to the little boy, and joked: "Since Jiuxing Feifu doesn't care about Qi Yuan's cultivation, it's not good to practice swords." For your brother to be by your side, the talisman is just a thought, what more talisman do you need?"

The little boy touched his head and said reluctantly: "Yes, yes, Mo Ming's cultivation is better than a promise a thousand times and a hundred times, and when he returns to Jinling, he may not know how to be broken by the old man." ”

Mo Ming looked at this fourteen-year-old cousin who traveled the world alone, and couldn't help laughing, making up for clumsiness with diligence, making up for clumsiness, it's really difficult for you little guy.

The silver-clad woman was about to leave the shop, and before leaving, she put a piece of silver on the stage, and then turned and went out of the door.

The bartender weighed the silver, a steamed bun and a bowl of wine, and it was not a wine in a golden bowl, nor was it a kind of elixir and jade liquid, so it would not be worth these two taels of silver.

Such Jianghu people are always interesting, they come and go without a trace, they are happy to take revenge, and make mistakes, but they never think about their steamed bun money the next day. Naturally, the bartender has an indifferent attitude towards the silver, the miscellaneous guy is bad, and if he doesn't make money, he will be thundered by the sky, and besides, every time a guest gives a reward for broken silver, this Mr. Liquor has not thrown it to himself.

Later, there was no fun in the tavern, although there were heroes in and out, but they were all in the gossip about the rivers and lakes, which was boring.

Late at night, the bartender sighed slightly as he closed the last door panel, because he knew that he could no longer stay in this small Xianju building.

This last meal was simple, but he still ate it slowly, as if it was the most delicious in the world, and he would not have the next meal after eating this one.

It was just a bowl of tea made of cold rice, and the dish was the worm-biting vegetables bought by the poor blind old woman at the corner of the street, and fried by the little boy in the store. He had been eating these for two years and seven months, not a single day, and occasionally he would drink some of his own wine, just as he did today.

Usually, the miscellaneous maid will accompany himself to eat slowly, after all, the miscellaneous maid has never entered the school, does not know the etiquette, and when eating, he either sits indiscriminately or roars loudly. But the bartender doesn't care, it's better to have someone with you than to be alone.

To this day, less than half a jar of wine remains, and he eats a mouthful of food with a mouthful of food, but he drinks it all.

"What, don't you invite me to a drink?"

It was half of the old who spoke, and their youth was gone, leaving only maturity and charm. The word amorous is not expressive if a woman is not of a certain age.

"When a woman drinks, she is easily defeated. ”

"Teacher, is there such a hurry?"

The bartender looked at the Persian woman with the Han name, Xu Qinghe, like an elegant after-dinner taste.

Back then, he fought the demons with a sword and a sword, and the sword of Qianlong Bay killed eleven demons, and the cliff was stained with blood.

Although the cultivation he exuded at that time was colorless, the other party was not a straw bag, after all, he was eleven half-step Hongmeng demons in the Flood Desolation Realm, and he had already used up his luck for eight lifetimes before he died.

Not to mention that most of the skills in this life have been wasted, and the old diseases are also worse, fortunately he has not been discovered by the laws of heaven and earth, and he is a living dead.

Although I can survive, but every cold night, mother, the skin is dry and chapped like a cold wind and an invisible cut not to mention, wrapped in a quilt to keep out the cold, and sweat is as cold as cold dew. If this is the case, it will be enough, but in the second half of the night, it will be even worse, the internal organs will be like fire, and every then I will feel dead.

But it's just a few complaints, a few mutters, and death? Sometimes it's really difficult.

"Teacher's injury, healed?" Xu Qinghe poured the wine into the bowl and took a sip. When the wine was in her throat, she regretted that it was indeed not good, sweet and bitter.

Xu Qinghe's blood began to boil, her skin began to be cold, and she had a feeling that her blood was about to burst out and splash and her blood vessels were like hard iron that could not be broken. Finally she laughed, uncontrollably.

When the day dawned, Xu Qinghe was lying on the bed, her own bed. The clothes are complete and the breath is smooth.

Hurried downstairs, nothing changed, and the handyman who had been picked up by the bartender from the street had changed his clothes and was refilling the drink.

Pulling his shirt, he couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking about it, when he met the teacher, he was just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young lady.

The bartender in Xianju Xiaolou is still there, but the man she rescued from the desert like a wild dog is gone.

The pretty widow went back to her room, and was surprised to find that there was a broken wooden box in front of the dresser, which was nearly half a foot long.

There is a piece of paper on the box, this handwriting, I really don't dare to compliment, it reads "Liushan City Ming King, Wangqinghe will entrust the destined person in the future" Another line of small characters, written "Regret Man".

Although the wood of this big box is tattered, the way to lock the box is very interesting and magical.

Xu Qinghe's heart words: "Regret Man!"

The broken wooden box opened on its own, and the golden light made the room seem to be illuminated in the light of the Buddha.

Inside the box is a long knife, with a straight blade and a slight curved tail, which is interesting to say, this knife has no blade. The uneven blade of the knife seems to have not been repaired after the war, and the sides are slightly rusty, but the scabbard is full of Buddhist texts.

Xu Qinghe gently stroked the knife, which was known as the "King of Mountain City", and the originally dim knife actually glowed with bright yellow light, and then dimmed.

But it was such a faint Buddha light, but it attracted murder and robbery for this small shop in Xicheng.

The bartender who didn't have a good face with people called Yan Xiao, and Yan Xiao left Xianju Xiaolou because someone found him and brought him a red dress and a grimace mask.

He was indeed afraid, not afraid of death, he was afraid of a demon, a demon who had saved him many times in the long river of time. As well, he had to go and see the demon.

Speaking of Yan Xiao, some people say that he is dozens of years old, and some say that he is hundreds of years old, but it looks no different from the twenty-five or sixteen guys.

The handyman became a bartender, and his monthly salary rose a lot, but when he ate alone at night, he would always think of the appearance of Mr. Guan when he drank too much, and he would always boast that he had been famous all over the world with a sword and a sword, and he had also collected wings and stealth in the court in a vain attempt to eradicate rape and eliminate evil, but after all, he was a martial artist generation of idiots, who did not understand power and calculation, and ended up in a situation where people could not tolerate it, so he had to accept his ability to remain incognito.

But what he said always didn't match the preface, so the miscellaneous guy often used to be the wine steward, and he drank high and talked nonsense, and let it go.

But the miscellaneous guy only cared about listening to Mr. Guanjiu's nonsense, but forgot something, Mr. Guanjiu once said that his real name is called "Yan Xiao".

In the world, the person known as the "Venerable" does not use his hands, and this Yan Xiao was one of them, the Buddha said "no two", no two Venerable.

Speaking of Yan Xiao, it has always been rumored in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes that he has two apprentices.

One is the current Venerable who inherited all his immortal Dao methods, and the Venerable Ghost Commander is like a song, and the other is the righteous son of Zhong Nanyan in Huamanxi City, the current lord of the Sleepless City, Zhong Xihou.

If it is said that Ying Ruge and Zhong Xihou are brothers in the same school, no one will say that they are not, but for more than ten years, the two have never met, not to mention that there is no connection between the skills they have learned.

If it weren't for Du Tong's seemingly coincidental passing by the city that never sleeps, returning to the twilight cold building to report, and describing the appearance of the bartender, I am afraid that Ying Ruge would never have thought that Yan Xiao would be in the city that never sleeps.

Year after year, Yan Xiao was in the city that never sleeps, and Zhongxihou didn't even realize it, thinking about it, it was more interesting than finding Yan Xiao in Yingruge.

Speaking of this city that never sleeps, the city that never sleeps is located in the west of the country, in the place where Middle Earth is connected to the outside. Whoever has a caravan out to do business knows to leave a treasure to honor this place.

The city that never sleeps is not big, and there are three or four counties in each of the twelve cities in the world, and there are more than ten counties. And this city that never sleeps is only half a county, but it is the richest of the twelve cities in the world. Because it is located in the place where the sun returns, the east has changed to night, but this place is still daylight, it is a perennial long day and short night, which is called a city that never sleeps.

The sky is cloudy, the rain is misty, the clouds cover the sun, and the ghosts are paraded.

July is the season of a hundred ghosts, and monks and Taoists always have a profit in this kind of day. In the city lord's mansion, Keqing Shu is enshrined as a Taoist monarch and is also a Taoist priest, so he will also be very busy.

He held a pen of cinnabar and wrote no less than 500 pieces of bright yellow rune paper. However, it is only April, and his rune paper is written for the black armor of the city that never sleeps to travel through the desert for peace.

The man sitting at the stone table looked at the sun that was about to set in the west and sighed slowly, the stone table was carved with a chessboard, this chessboard, but it has been used by men to put swords, polish swords, and sharpen swords. Every time Daojun saw a man do this, he couldn't help but nag once, but although this man agreed every time, he only had his left ear and his right ear, and he didn't listen to it.

"The envoy of Lincheng is gone?"

Shu Nan put down the red pen in his hand, nodded his head and made no sound. He took another piece of blue-purple rune paper, bit his finger and wrote it on the rune paper.

"I heard that it's the second son's cronies, have you been talking for a long time?"

Shu Nan paused, and couldn't help laughing: "It's been long enough, he let Xiaodao assist the king to come to the city." Master Hou, what do you think Xiaodao should do?"

Zhong Xihou got up and took the sword placed on another stone bench, and said lightly: "You are not my slave, you don't need to ask me about what you like to do, just don't betray Daye." By the way, I heard the spy say that the third prince of Lincheng, the little prince Zhu has also been in the city that never sleeps these days, and he is accompanied by the grandson of the king of Jinling, surnamed Mo, and his Taoist skills are also very capable. If you have nothing to do, you can meet with him. ”

After that, the city lord who never sleeps came out of this small courtyard.

Daojun was stunned to listen to such a series of words from the city lord, and couldn't help but smile, and didn't take it to heart.

The war on this continent has been going on for many years, and it is only in recent years that it has been a little safe, and the Twelve Cities have a chance to breathe and develop.

Interestingly, the city that never sleeps borders many countries, but it can enrich the dynasty in troubled times, and it is not easy for the people to live in peace. But how many strange talents can be used to fulfill his ambitions? Zhong Xihou never forced others, and he was also average for books that were difficult to stay.

When the wind rises, the desert is even more desolate, and it is impossible to explore the signs of life as far as the eye can see, but if you look at a desert for more than ten years, people will change, people will go crazy, people will be ruthless?

In another five or six years, he should not be confused, he should be the father of several children, and he is alone.

The desert is ruthless, and when people are tired of the journey, they may be buried in the sand and sleep in the desert. Therefore, the desert at night makes people more chilling, and the desolation is even more eerie and cold.

A flame in the sky in the distance was getting closer and closer, and when it got closer, it was clear that it was a burning phoenix, and a man in red was sitting cross-legged on the back of the phoenix.

Three or four feet above the ground, there were two "bang" and "bang" sounds, and the phoenix with fire instantly turned into a bright red feather and was put into the sleeve of the visitor.

Although he hadn't seen him for many years, how could he forget who the man in red was.

Zhong Xihou glanced at Yan Xiao a few times, he was in high spirits as he was back then, no one would have expected that he would be like this more than ten years ago.

Maybe the appearance of immortal cultivators will not change.

"The master really hasn't changed. ”

"You've changed, you're darker, you're more manly, naturally, you're more handsome.