The two of them were in no hurry in the cell, but the others were in a hurry.

At least the guard was in a hurry, and Lin Ying and Jiang Ming, who were waiting for Xu Chang'an to come out in the Tingwei Mansion, were also in a hurry.

The guards were not anxious because they were afraid that Xu Changan would spend the night in prison or something, even if he stayed, he didn't care about his own affairs.

The problem he had been thinking about was that for so long, that one gold cake had already run out, and he had to give another one!

The guard held a pot of good wine he had just bought, his face was slightly red, but he was still sober enough, and he felt that it was too abnormal to look at the unusually quiet picture around him.

I couldn't help but shudder and didn't want to go in anymore, so I stood there and shouted, "Stinky boy!

An old, faint voice rang out: "Here." ”

The guard was even more frightened when he heard the sound, and followed the sound for a long distance before he saw the black box that had fallen upside down in front of a cell door.

stepped forward to take a look, the wine and food were gone, and there was no young man with a black sword, so he shouted inside, "Where was the young man just now?"

There was no reply from the cell, only the ugly laughter, but it was no longer faint, but full of passion.

The guard was even more stunned when he heard this voice, and stepped forward and kicked the fence and said angrily: "Lao Tzu asked you where you are!"

The old man's voice sounded again, accompanied by a full burp and a grim smile: "Eat." ”

"Eat... Eat?!" The guard hurriedly tried to retreat, but was grabbed by a pair of thin palms stretched out from the prison, and he was immediately terrified.

The flask in his hand had fallen to the ground and shattered, and with a crisp sound, two figures ran quickly from the end of the darkness.

Xu Changan picked up the black sword and lifted it vigorously and smashed it on the guard's head.

The guards felt pain, but they were far from being knocked unconscious.

After settling his mind with difficulty, he tried to pull out the knife from his waist but his hands were clutched.

Da Si Nong sighed slightly, raised his fist and punched the guard twice in the cheek.

Then he panted and pointed at the guard lying on the ground and pretended to be relaxed: "Look, isn't this going to be unconscious?"

A handful of old people still pretend to be posturing!

Xu Changan ignored him, but gave a thumbs up to the old man in the cell and said, "It's energetic!"

The old man's voice sounded again from the inside of the iron fence with a hint of pleasure: "The meat is delicious, and the wine is delicious. ”

Xu Changan nodded, they are not good people, so there is no need to say the words 'help' and 'thank you'.

Xu Changan didn't regard his gift of wine as a favor, so the old man didn't regard his help as a repayment.

just gave him some food, and he just caught someone for Xu Changan, and there was no more kindness.

Since the motive of doing things is not to give others a favor, why should people come to repay the favor?

I may be helping you, but the purpose of helping you is not just to repay the favor.

Thinking of this, Xu Changan's mood is much better, and this feeling is very pleasant.

Just like Da Sinong and Yan Weichu, Da Sinong just gave him a knife and said a few words.

And Yan Weichu was just willing to enter this game.

Yan Weichu didn't talk about the friendship, and Da Sinong didn't remember the friendship.

It's really amazing, and there is a sense of why you have to know each other.

Xu Changan suddenly began to understand why Da Si Nong had a shallow impression of Yan Weichu.

Because perhaps ten years later, he himself would not have inadvertently remembered that in the prison of this court lieutenant's mansion, there was an old prisoner who drank a pot of wine of his own and did himself a great favor.

Looking at the chain that was about to be exposed in his arms as Da Si Nong bent over and panted, Xu Changan suddenly thought of something.

The black box at the door of the cell was put away and put away, and then he and Da Si Nong dragged the guards who were lying on the ground unconscious outside.

When he walked out of the prison gate, Xu Changan thought carefully for a moment and asked, "He shouldn't remember who arrested him just now, right?"

Da Si Nong shook his head, "I'm afraid it's too late, how can I remember those?"

Similar to the idea of hiding the chain in Da Si Nong's arms, Xu Changan didn't want this matter to involve other criminals, and the black box was obviously a sign.

It also makes it easier to understand why the guards are not allowed to wear keys.

If so, when the guard wakes up, he will probably open the cell with a knife and go in to find someone to chop him up.

"Will he die?" Xu Changan said silently as he looked at the guard lying on the ground.

Dasi Nong nodded, "From the time you prepare to come to rob the prison, many people will die. ”

Seeing that Xu Changan stopped talking, Da Si Nong smiled slightly, "What's the matter? regret it? If you regret it, old man, I'm ready to go back and stay at any time." ”

Xu Changan shook his head and smiled: "Sir said that kindness will pay a price, so he hopes that I can be merciful to myself." ”

......

When it comes to the gentleman in Xu Chang'an's mouth, Dasi Nong Ke doesn't have a good temper, and snorted coldly: "Sure enough, it's a selfish person, give me the sword!

So, that's how some of the rumors came about...

Yang Hejiu's original words were definitely not said like this, but Xu Changan understood it this way.

However, when Da Si Nong tasted this sentence a little, he felt that the gentleman might not be as unbearable as Xu Chang'an said.

There is a lot going on here.

How can those who are not kind to themselves be kind to others?

Nodding slightly, he said to himself: "Being able to say this is not quite the same as other sour and dull gentlemen." ”

After muttering, he glanced down, glared angrily and hurriedly shook his head, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "No! Still no! Give me the sword! I still have to chop him up!"

......

In Solo Alley, many people are feeling the battle at the mouth of the alley.

They didn't dare to come close to watch, but they could feel it quietly in those moonlit courtyards.

There were even some that were closer to the battle than a wall.

The only one who dared to look at it head-on was the wild cat that fled from a distance but was extremely sensitive.

One of the people who fought was Lord Huang Dan of the Imperial Spirit Division, and the other was Yan Weichu, the first swordsman of the Chu State who had not used a sword for ten years.

Master Si Zheng no longer has the helper of the Imperial Spirit Division.

The first swordsman of the Chu State also did not have a sword in his hand.

This battle seems to be absolutely fair, but Yan Weichu said that if he can't make a move, then he won't make a move.

The breeze in Solo Lane never stopped.

Always cheering and blowing in the alley, the robes on the two of them swayed for a moment.

This wind blew on the two of them, but it was cold for many people in the hospital.

Both of them are great cultivators of the Upper Three Realms.

This level of strength is a unique thing to fight in the city, and no one can estimate how powerful the lethality will burst out.

Even those who are a little closer to the entrance of the alley feel more and more that this place seems to be a little unsafe.

Immortals fighting mortals are the most common thing, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be affected when they get close.

The green leaves between the two of them, which remained surprisingly green even after winter frost and snow, kept flying and circling in the middle, refusing to be trampled underfoot.

The wind in Solo Lane was a little stronger, and the young leaves were suddenly dried at a rapid speed and then turned yellow.

Because the water was dried, the weight suddenly became lighter, and it suddenly swirled with the wind and rushed overhead.

Huang Shan preempted the first palm.

The first move of the two sides did not bring the feeling of shaking the ground as everyone thought, nor did it present the picture of flying sand and rocks.

It was just such a simple palm, and it was a thin-looking palm that slapped towards Yan Weichu.

Without any momentum or coercion, this palm looked very simple, as if an ordinary person had pushed it forward.

But it is impossible for Huang Dan not to know what Yan Weichu's strength is, so he will not be just a simple temptation.

This means that everything is confined to that palm.

At this level, all the momentum seems useless.

I can only tell my opponent that I used a lot of force in this palm, mixed with a bit of aura.

As for how terrifying the lethality will erupt, that's after you took my hand.

You can't know how much force I've used before this, so you can't know if I'll be able to take it.

That's the benefit of being restrained.

For this unknown palm, either catch or hide.

You won't regret it, because you may not be able to bear it.

And if you dodge, you can only dodge and dodge, because there will be the next palm.

The options available in the face of this palm are limited, but they are also simple.

Pick up or hide, there are only two of them.

But neither option is a good choice.

Yan Weichu once gave the monk and Jiang Ming two choices in Yingfu Town.

In the end, he himself understood that giving those two choices was just embarrassing the two juniors.

So that's when he turned the choice into one.

And that's no different today.

Although his identity has been changed to the choice party this time, this does not prevent him from still turning the two choices he gave himself into one.

If you have only one choice, then you don't have to choose again.

You can only pick it up.

Yan Weichu couldn't make a move, so he didn't make a move.

He just held the wine gourd in his left hand and sent it forward slightly.

If he was holding a wine bowl instead of a wine gourd, it would look like two old friends clinking glasses to each other.

The dry hand is connected to the flask, and it is not the dry hand and the flask itself that change first.

It's the ground under Huang Dan's feet.

The seemingly simple battle was a collision between the aura and aura of the two great cultivators of the upper three realms.

Even the moonlight on the two of them began to distort a little.

The bluestone slab floor began to shatter with an unpleasant and harsh sound, and it cracked and shattered in an instant, and it was full of devastation.

Although there is no rule to follow when the floor is broken, it is also guarding that absolute boundary.

The wine gourd that Yan Weichu sent forward was that boundary, and the side of the wine gourd did not change in the slightest.

The cracks in the floor spread like a poisonous snake from Huang Dan's feet, but he could never break through the line.

Boundaries are boundaries that cannot be crossed.

Even if you are a great cultivator of the Upper Three Realms, as long as you reach this boundary, then everything must be stopped.

Unable to move forward, and unable to retreat, the poisonous snake began to unwillingly rush towards the sides of the two.

The dust accumulated over the years on the walls on both sides has been swept away, and it looks exceptionally clean.

But it was only a moment, and there was already a small crack on the red brick wall, which was imperceptible but penetrated deep into the wall.

At first, there was only a trace, and then the next two walls were instantly covered with tiny cracks.

It's still so thin, so small, it's just that it's easier to be seen when it becomes more.

But it was only on the wall, and the ground under Yan Weichu's feet was still as good as new, and there was no trace to be seen.

Then came the change of the wine gourd.

The top plug at the top of the gourd is visible to the naked eye, and the state that can be heard by both ears begins to buzz and vibrate.

It was as if it had already been filled with something and was about to overflow, not wine, nor steam.

It's murderous!

Before the two fought, everyone was speculating about what kind of move Huang Shan would use to face Yan Weichu.

It was only now that this palm gave everyone the answer.

That's the killer move.

The priest of the Imperial Spirit Division of each country keeps a fig leaf for the face.

Everyone knows that this sect exists, but it is of little use.

Just like today, some of the scattered cultivators in the city and other organizations that do not belong to the imperial court can only be summoned by the Imperial Spirit Division when the state needs it.

It's not very useful, it's just literal.

Even so, the crowd still saved enough face for them on the surface.

The departure of more than 30 people from the Imperial Spirit Division was Huang Dan's last concession, but Yan Weichu not only did not give face, but also trampled on his dignity.

When the fig leaf was lifted, it was not only a matter of today, but also involved his decades of patience and self-deception.

So his first move is a killer move.

In this state, the top plug didn't last long, and rushed upwards with a bang!

Because of the rope binding, I didn't chase the fallen leaf that had turned yellow and flew high.

The murderous aura overflowed.

Huang Shan gritted his teeth, and when he saw the state of the wine jug, he began to squeeze out a smile with difficulty.

Before the two fought, Huang Shan was thinking about Yan Weichu's strength.

Instead of thinking, it's better to go straight to it.

So he made this palm, but Yan Weichu's reaction when he faced this palm shocked him.

It wasn't until now that I saw the state of the top plug that I realized that it was nothing more than that.

Huang Shan now seemed to have seen that the inner wall of the wine gourd should be in pieces, but it was only difficult to maintain it by Yan Weichu in his hand.

Sure enough, ten years was enough to destroy the former number one swordsman in the Chu Kingdom.

Yan Weichu was still expressionless, he just maintained the posture of sending the wine gourd forward, and turned a deaf ear to everything around the two.

The top plug was tied with rope and could not escape from the chase.

There is no top plug, but some things are willing to chase.

For example, wine.

The wine in the gourd has been drunk by Yan Weichu, but the concept is definitely vague.

Because there will always be some residue on the inner wall of the gourd, unless the gourd is cut open and dried, it is absolutely impossible to drink it all.

The remaining wine stains on the inner wall of the gourd gathered and accumulated into a drop, which was suddenly upward after being impacted.

A drop of wine stabs at the sky with a strong killing intent!

The wine is Yan Weichu's, but the killing intent comes from Huang Dan.

The drop of wine shone brightly in the moonlight, like a wisp of sword piercing the sky from the earth!

The two men, one tall and one short, squatted slightly, and a layer of cold sweat began to ooze from their foreheads, and even their feet were too hard, so that even they didn't notice that a stone had been crushed and turned into powder under their feet.

The two were speechless.

In a courtyard opposite, the officer and general with a spear in his hand stood up instantly, and the spear moved forward in a protective posture.

He felt his armor seem to get colder, his knees straightened, and his shoulders strained.

The middle-aged woman hurriedly touched her forehead, but shook her head slightly and stopped the subconscious movement in her hand.

Compared to other people's reactions, Yan Weichu's reactions were even smaller.

Yan Weichu just raised his head slowly, looking at the drop of wine that pierced the sky, he suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

A drop of wine is like a sword.

He knew that Huang Dan couldn't stab this sword, and he couldn't make a sword.

So that wisp of sword was just a flash, or that drop of wine.

The people around who were feeling the battle slowly relaxed, wiping them off their foreheads, and a layer of fine beads of sweat remained on their hands.

The wine has no murderous aura or sword intent, but it looks brighter and clearer.

Accurately hit the yellowed dead leaf that had already flown high.

People don't need to feel the state of this dead leaf, because they can see it directly.

If the drop of wine prick the fallen leaves at the moment, it will pass through directly.

But now it's just like a plain hand caressing it and gently attaching it.

The dried leaf in mid-air quickly turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to plump.

It has its own spring earlier than the leaves that have not yet been born.

Time seems like a long time has passed, but it all happened very quickly.

From the beginning to the present, Huang Dan slapped forward, and Yan Weichu handed over the wine gourd.

In this very short period of time, the fallen leaf seems to have gone through a long period of years from withering to rebirth in Solo Lane.

A drop of spring wine, a sword that has not yet come out.

A wine and a sword, like a spring and autumn.

After the soak of the spring wine, the young leaves that have turned green again exude the aroma of Fujiu, and the weight begins to increase again.

Cheerful and cheerful fell from the top of the two of them.

Huang Dan frowned when he saw the state of this fallen leaf, and withdrew his palm back.

Yan Weichu put the wine jug back on his waist, and then gently caught the young leaf and put it in his mouth to chew it carefully.

It was the last drop of wine in his jug.

In the end, it was the best, just as he had just seen the unreleased sword, and his face was quite satisfied.

I thought that the world had never been kind to him, but since he ushered in his own blessings in that Yingfu town, spring seems to have opened its arms to him.

Just like now, if you want to drink, you still have the last drop in your mouth, and that's enough.

What I have been pursuing is enough, so why do I need to add the word bitter and bitter, it is just a moaning and forcibly saying that I am not sick.

You can't welcome blessings like that.

The last drop of spring wine is left in the mouth from the young leaves, and this wine is not only blessed with the taste, but also the breath of life mixed with the young leaves.

It's a good feeling, and the world is beautiful.

It's just that his old sunken eyes couldn't see it before.

Although he is only half a hundred years old.