The fog suddenly became thick and disappeared, but the peach orchard was not harmed.

Under the canopy, the branches and leaves are swaying, the light and shadow are weak, the middle-aged man who tied up the ball bun is carrying a pot of peach blossom wine, full of wine and staggering to the edge of the pond, staggering forward, his sleeves are flying, and he presses down the hand bowl obliquely, and the peach blossom elixir in the pot is poured into the pond like a trickle.

Whoa...

Suddenly, the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of peach blossom wine.

The pot was empty, and the middle-aged man, who seemed to be drunk, raised his sleeves again and threw out the white porcelain wine jug carved with a delicate mandala.

The jade jug arcs gracefully above the pond, hovering in mid-air as it is about to fall at its highest point.

The grass by the secluded pond is sad and sad.

The middle-aged man formed a claw out of thin air, and an invisible hand seemed to be born on the pond, firmly grasping the white porcelain jade wine jug out of thin air.

"Twenty years. The middle-aged man with a bun of balls and a bun of looks terrifying, and his face is unexpectedly swayed at this moment.

"Twenty years ago, you told me that in my heart the sword is the first, you are only in the second place, and then you did not leave a word or ink, and quietly left, without a trace, so thoroughly, I have searched for you countless times from west to east, how big the desert is, how deep the endless sea is, but you are still no news. The middle-aged man smiled widely.

"This is the place you dream of the most, there is no hustle and bustle in the world, there is no sword and sword, I closed my sword and sealed the sheath, and waited for you in Yunmengze for twenty years, do you still refuse to forgive me?" I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness, the middle-aged man's expression became a little confused.

"I admit that when I was young, I always felt that my children's private feelings were boring, and it was boring to settle down, and the sword in my hand was indeed my lifeline, and I always thought that when I became a sword god, I could step on the martial arts of the rivers and lakes under my feet and call for wind and rain, how interesting it should be, but the height is not cold, one person and one sword are alone, and it turns out that you are the most boring. The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

"Well, since you don't care about me anymore, then I don't need to stay with you anymore. The middle-aged man closed his eyes and looked extremely ugly.

The scattered light through the branches and leaves fell on the man's old clothes, and the man's hand holding the claw out of thin air was easily opened, and with a crisp sound like the whispering of a pipa, the carved and charming mandala flower wine jug sank into the calm pond, splashing a cloud of water, floating in a circle of white waves, which lasted for a long time.

Looking at the ripples that spread and spread for a long time, the middle-aged man who tied up his bun was stunned, and there was a faint flickering light in the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly, the echoing warbler song in Yun Mengze came to an abrupt end, and the dancing branches and leaves seemed to freeze like dead things in an instant, and the whole Yun Mengze fell into a dead silence.

"It turned out to be you, Dou Changan. I don't know when, about ten steps behind Dou Chang'an, there was a man in black who was the same age as Dou Chang'an.

The middle-aged man with a strange bun shook his head, turned around in a daze, and carefully looked at the black clothes in front of him with confused eyes.

"It's you, long time no see. Dou Chang'an, who had Dou Xian'er, squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the smell of wine on his face was swept away.

"It's been a long time. The man dressed in black replied.

"I don't know what kind of wind brought the big Buddha of the Lord of the Mu League?" said the middle-aged man who tied up his balls in a bun.

The man in black turned a deaf ear to Dou Chang'an's hidden needles, looked around, and found that the simple wooden house was empty, with only a few pieces of dilapidated furniture.

"Where's Bing'er?" said the man in black gloomily.

Dou Changan deliberately turned his face sideways, not letting the man in black see his expression clearly, and scratched his gray sideburns as if nothing happened.

"Where is Bing'er?" the man in black said in a heavier tone.

Dou Changan has always loved to make cynical and slick temperament: "Bing'er is my wife, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you anywhere?" ”

The man in black's deep pupils narrowed into a slit, the muscles at the corners of his face twitched slightly, looking at Dou Changan's embarrassed appearance, he didn't need to open his mouth to tell in detail, he seemed to have guessed eight or nine points, and asked in a deep voice: "Twenty years ago, you made a poisonous oath, and in this life and this life, Bing'er will not be swerving to death, and the sea is rotten, so I chose to quit, you are good, you broke your oath and abandoned Bing'er, you should be punished by nine thunders, go down to eighteen layers of hell, and never be able to live beyond life." ”

"I said, Lord Mumeng, which eye did you see me abandon Bing'er?" Dou Changan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Bing'er is infatuated with you, how can she be willing to leave you. The man in black retorted again. "You Dou Changan have always loved lotus flowers, but your style in front of me is not good. ”

Dou Changan had no intention of answering the question of the man in black, took a deep breath and said with a heavy heart: "Lord Mumeng, how famous did you say the name Dou Changan was back then?"

The man in black snorted coldly and did not answer.

"Back then, the name Dou Chang'an was probably louder than the golden lacquer signboards of the ten Heavenly Dragon Society alliance leaders. Dou Changan was blunt, and he was not afraid of the man in black being angry, so he said to himself. "Everyone in the rivers and lakes calls me the sword god, but I think I'm more like a sword idiot. ”

"Twenty years ago, the only one who really deserved the name of the Honghuang Sword Immortal was my Dou Changan and the old sword demon of Xishu and the new sword god surnamed Feng, twenty years ago, I regretted that I couldn't reach the top of the sword path in the peak year, to see if it was me Dou Changan or his sword Baitang was the first person in the way of the sword, and the fight with the old sword demon outside the city of Xishu did not distinguish the winner or loser. Dou Changan's eyes clearly flashed with light.

"Less nonsense. The man in black interrupted, seeming impatiently.

"She said that I loved the sword more than I loved her, and left without leaving a word or ink. Although Dou Changan's tone was indifferent, there was a sharp knife in his chest rolling wantonly: "Now that I think about it, in fact, my biggest regret is that I missed her." ”

"That's your own fault, you don't deserve sympathy at all, Bing'er is right to leave you. The black cloth said coldly, with a strong hint of provocation in his tone.

Dou Changan, who had faded from the smell of alcohol, was silent for a long time and said: "I just stuffed the pot of Jiangnan peach blossoms, and I have a lot of pimples all over my body, I have to go in and lie down for a good time before I go, if the leader of the Muda Alliance has nothing else to do, then please do it." ”

"Wait. The man in black said.

"Is there anything else going on?" Dou Changan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Bing'er's account won't be settled with you for the time being, but where is that person?" asked Black.

"What kind of person? This Yun Mengze is uninhabited, birds don't, and I'm the only idler waiting here to die, is the leader of the Muda Alliance in the wrong place?" Dou Changan said with his hands in his sleeves.

"Ice Soul. The man in black coldly spat out three words.

Dou Changan shrugged his shoulders in surprise and replied: "Ice Soul? Of course I've heard of it, it's a good thing that is sealed with the spirit of the Endless Sea Evil Jiao in the legend, it's a treasure that destroys the world and destroys the world, I have already put on my hair and entered the forest, away from the fishy smell, how can the ice soul have anything to do with me, your Muda Alliance Master is the leader of the dignified Tianlong Society, the protégé eagle claw is all over the world, even the imperial court is not afraid, even you can't find the Ice Soul, how can I, Dou Changan, have a relationship with such a treasure?"

"Dou Chang'an, Dou Chang'an, you are still such a scoundrel who is soft and hard and doesn't eat, Bing'er really chose you as a rotten fish and stinky shrimp because of your eyes, you always remember the old Confucian called the old scholar, right?"

Dou Changan was stunned for a moment, rubbed his head and said, "Oh, is it the old Confucian who caused the sea of qi to forcibly enter Taifeng from the Taifeng Pseudo Realm, and fought with me at the cost of his life?"

"Remembered?" said the man in black, bowing slightly.

"Three-legged cat kung fu, no wonder the Tianlong Society has been dormant in Jiangnan for many years and has made no progress, could it be that the Tianlong Society is really exhausted, and there are such talents left?" Dou Changan sneered: "That stinky old Confucian demolished my vegetable garden and demolished my house, of course I don't allow him to come nonsense." ”

The man in black had a solemn face, and said in a deep voice, "Let me ask you again, where is the ice soul?"

"I've been gone a long time ago, do I have to hug people's thighs and dig the bottom of them, and ask when they will eat, drink, and Lazar?" Dou Changan pursed his lips and replied.

The black-clothed man dressed in eagle vulture was quietly fisted with both hands, and he found four huge footprints on the edge of the pond, two sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were surprisingly smiling: "Oh? It turns out that there is a Western Regions toad in this pool?"

Dou Changan's face changed slightly.

The man in black looked at the pond: "Did they run away from here?"

"Even if it is, what can you do?" Dou Changan said lightly with his hands behind his back.

Mu Changsheng's face was expressionless, like a night in black clothes without wind: "Let me pass." ”

The murderous indictment erupted in the humid air, suffocating and outrageous.

"Do you dare?" Dou Changan said calmly and calmly

"The sword has been sealed and sheathed for twenty years, I don't believe that you are still in the realm of the Flood Desolate Immortals. Before the words fell, the man in black approached the middle-aged man with his hair tied up in a bun, like an aggressive wind raging.

Dou Xian'er, who had made the whole rivers and lakes tremble, stood motionless like a pine, but the corners of her mouth quietly rose, and at the same time, a burst of qi swept the world around Dou Chang'an.

Mu Changsheng followed step by step, his silver hair like pine needles swaying in the wind, and the surrounding mud was centered on the two of them, cracking into one clear line after another, splashing mud and gravel all over the sky, and then being crushed by the qi derived from the two of them, and finally turned into dust powder and dispersed in the wind.

Although Dou Changan tried his best to show a calm and breezy appearance, the muscles up and down his body were tense like strings at this moment, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

The sand and dust are chaotic, the towering trees that are not moving at all are swaying, attracting countless fallen leaves to flutter and sprinkle, the calm pool water is churning violently, and the waterwheel is slowly turning over, creaking and creaking.

Ten steps was not a long distance, but when the man in black reached the fifth step, he suddenly stopped his steps.

The two exchanged eyes-for-tat, and a heaven-shattering battle was about to break out.

Unexpectedly, the man in black stopped his qi, looked at the man in front of him with his hair tied up, and said with a deep gaze: "When you return to the Sword God realm, I will fight with you again." ”

"Also, if I meet Bing'er again next time, I will never give her to you again. The man in black jumped over, like a black lightning, slashing across the boundless Daze.

Dou Chang'an stood silently by the pool, and said seriously at a rare sight: "Wishful thinking." ”