"Guest, I don't know what you want?"

In a small wine shop on the road from Yangzhou to Jinling, Xiao Er respectfully poured a cup of tea for the guests sitting at the table.

To do business, you must know the current affairs, but also know how to make a living, and to open a wine shop, you must know how to be exquisite from left to right. Thousands of people in the rivers and lakes are different, and if you want to do a good job, then you must practice the eyesight of good-looking people.

Although the person in front of him was in ragged robes, his face was thin, and he was carrying a large and bulky box, he was very young, and his eyebrows between the black and white faintly revealed a fairy aura, and he looked like an immortal who did not eat fireworks in the world. Xiao Er's witty head turned, and he said in his heart: "An immortal with such a appearance must like light food like water." ”

In just a moment, Xiao Er even thought of the elegant names of those vegetarian dishes.

The guest replied lightly, "I want wine." ”

Xiao Er's hand on the table slipped, "Okay." ”

"A jar of very mellow wine, the more mellow the better. The guest answered, picked up the teacup, and then looked at the rain outside the wine shop, "It's so mellow that it can make people drunk to death in it." ”

Xiao Er, who went to hug the wine jar, turned his head to look at the guest again, and then looked in the direction where the guest was looking.

That's the direction of Jinling Castle.

He was the only guest in the entire restaurant. Xiao Er has also been busy all morning, and now he also wants to find someone to chat with and increase his knowledge, so he took the opportunity to find a topic and said: "Is the guest officer going to Jinling City?"

The guest nodded, but still didn't turn his head.

Xiao Er was not annoyed, but struggled to carry the wine. Suddenly, the jar of wine, which had felt extremely heavy, became lighter at this moment, floated in the air and spun several times, and flew to the wooden table in front of the guest.

Seeing this, Xiao Er asked excitedly, "Is this an immortal technique!"

"Little brother is really joking. An elegant and deep voice came from outside the wine shop: "There are no immortals in this world, and no one can become immortals, how can there be such a thing as 'immortal art'?"

When Xiao Er heard the sound, he hurriedly looked at the door, but he didn't see a figure at all. When he turned his head again, he found that there was already a man standing in front of him, not more than a stone's throw away.

This person is holding a whisk in his hand, wearing a Taoist robe, he seems to be the same as the guest who entered the door just now, and he is also the same fairy wind and bones in temperament, but the difference is that this person looks more majestic on the outside.

Xiao Er's heart was beating for a while: "Isn't this immortal art!"

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. Little brother don't panic. The boy in the robe smiled elegantly and put a large piece of silver in the small second-hand: "Now, the little brother promised to do one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Xiao Er was puzzled.

Childe raised his eyes and looked around, and after confirming that this shop was Xiao Er, he patted Xiao Er's shoulder, "This wine shop Poor Road has been chartered first, please leave here, and let Poor Road catch up with an old man alone." After an hour, the poor road will return itself. ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the boy disappeared out of sight.

Xiao Er was shocked again.

For some reason, he had a feeling that as long as he walked out, the liquor store would soon be a pile of ruins. But he had already regarded the two in front of him as immortals, how dare he slack off, hurriedly ran to the counter and took a few large pieces of silver, and ran out of the door with a smoke.

Gongzi, who had already flashed behind the guest, saw Xiao Er leave, and then waved the dust, looked at the sitting guest, and then looked at the wine on the guest's wooden table, "Although Poor Dao doesn't understand wine, Poor Dao knows that such mellow wine will inevitably hurt his throat." ”

"I haven't opened the seal, so how do you know that this wine tastes mellow?"

Childe smiled faintly: "You look sad." If you want to kill your sorrows, you must drink wine. But it's the first time you've drunk alcohol, and you don't know what kind of wine to use to kill your sorrows, so you simply call for the most drunken wine. ”

The guest smiled faintly, this smile was very similar to Childe's previous smile, but it was more gentle: "I haven't seen you for many years, you still like to be so profound, and you still play tricks." ”

Xiao Haochen laughed, brushed the dust, shook the tail back, and bowed: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Murong Haoyue nodded in reply. Then the earlobe moved lightly, and after hearing the sound of the tail swaying, he said calmly: "Zixiao is dusty." It seems that the news that you have become the head of Wudang is not false. ”

Xiao Haochen said: "The Taoist robe is tattered, and the sword box is also brown. It seems that the senior brother is trapped because of love, and it is not fake. Fusheng immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. ”

Murong Haoyue didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Xiao Haochen's words, but quietly lifted the seal, and for a while, the mellow aroma of wine filled the entire wine shop. Xiao Haochen took a deep sip of the aroma of wine and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a mellow and good wine in this humble wine shop." ”

"When are you going to drink?" Murong Haoyue poured herself a bowl of wine and took out a red invitation from her arms.

"Never. Xiao Haochen shook his head and smiled: "Poor Dao just has a lot of dealings with this kind of person, so he knows a little bit about wine." They say that the best wine will not dispel sorrow, but will only make you more sorrowful and more sorrowful. ”

But Murong Haoyue didn't listen to the persuasion and brought the bowl to his mouth.

In the wine shop in the rain, in the sigh of his junior brother, he tasted wine for the first time.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing, and then it is replaced by a scorching spiciness.

"Snort, this strong liquor can make you cry. Murong Haoyue choked and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Senior brother, the avenue is ruthless. Why bother to hurt yourself. Xiao Haochen said helplessly.

"The Tao is merciless, but it is affectionate. Murong Haoyue immediately dismissed: "The Tao is your own heart, and it is also said that the Tao exists in your heart. ”

"But ruthlessness is affection, and affection is ruthlessness. Affectionate, but ruthless. Xiao Haochen hurriedly said: "Wudang has been waiting for you to return to the mountain, and I have been waiting for you for seven years! You keep saying that you want to find the sword heart, but ......"

"Kenshin, I've found it. Murong Haoyue said.

Xiao Haochen took a step forward: "It's a good thing that you found Jian Xin, but I didn't think that when you went out to find Jian Xin, you forgot the avenue in your heart." ”

"I've never forgotten the avenue. Murong Haoyue took a sip of wine.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless for a long time, Xiao Haochen exhaled heavily, and returned to the appearance of the handsome boy he originally disguised: "Senior brother, we haven't debated like this for a long time, phew, it really seems to have returned to the years that can't be returned." Unfortunately, I'd like to continue arguing a little longer, but for now, I have something else to do.

"I'm here to kill people. The extremely cold eight characters came out of the mouth of the gentle and elegant son, and there was even more chill.

"You're here to kill me?" Murong Haoyue didn't raise his head, still sitting there sipping wine that he had never drunk before.

"Nope. Xiao Haochen said categorically: "I'm here to kill those people who want to kill my senior brother." ”

After saying that, he waved the dust, and the tail tied a flying knife.

The flying knife was not very gorgeous, it was a very ordinary and simple small iron flying knife. But the only thing that stood out was that the throwing knife was tied to a piece of cloth, a white cloth.

There is one word written on the white cloth - ghost.

Xiao Haochen turned his head to look at the door of the wine shop, but he didn't know that there was already a person standing there.

The man was dressed in black and had a grimace.

"Knife Ghost. Xiao Haochen said lightly: "Two hundred and sixty-one masters have been killed. ”

"No, it's two hundred and eighty. A low, illusory voice came from beneath the ghost's face.

"Oh, am I mistaken?" Xiao Haochen thoughtfully said.

"You're not mistaken. It's just that I just killed nineteen. The flying knife ghost grabbed the flying knife stuck to the dust, and the flying knife fell into his hand, and then slowly walked into the wine shop, "I will kill all the people who want to rob the crane blood lotus with me." ”

"Originally, I heard that you carried sixteen throwing knives with you, and once the knives were thrown out, there was no return. Why should an ordinary broken knife be taken back now?" Xiao Haochen quipped.

The Flying Knife Ghost sneered: "Because my Ghost God Flying Knife has been completed, it can be retracted freely." ”

"Just because of this, you only use a flying knife?" Xiao Haochen was still puzzled.

"Nope. The Throwing Knife Ghost lifted his mask and revealed a mouth: "I just like the blood of the people I kill, so after this achievement, I will use a throwing knife." After saying that, he also licked lightly on the flying knife.

Seeing this, Xiao Haochen couldn't help but think of the way he had just taken the flying knife, and a chill rose in his heart. shook off the dust violently, and shouted loudly: "Today, I will eliminate evil for the world! Dust and the sky are on!"

With Xiao Haochen as the center, the clouds and ink are scattered, and the ink is splashed to form nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, three hundred and sixty-one intersections, and three hundred and twenty-four square grids. Suddenly, the ink painting chessboard enveloped the entire wine shop.

The flying knife ghost saw the floating ink floating like a cloud on the ground, and exclaimed: "Dust is micro, Xiao Haochen!"

Wudang dust micro Tianyi, according to legend, was created by Zhang Qinghan, a disciple of Wudang Patriarch. Because of his talent in Taoism, he was made a disciple by Wudang patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, but after entering Wudang, his mind did not focus on Taoism or swordsmanship, but immersed in chess. One day, he saw the qi of Tianyuan rising in the east, floating and sinking on the top of Wudang Mountain, he drove a crane to watch, and when he arrived at the ground, he saw two old men with pale faces and white hair playing games. In an instant, the two of them and the chessboard dissipated like a cloud. When he was puzzled, he drove the crane back to Wudang Mountain. But the incense that burned for a month on the Zixiao Platform had already burned out, and after meeting the master, he knew that a month had passed in the world.

Since then, Zhang Qinghan has a deep understanding, remembering the Jin Dynasty Wang Zhi, and carrying forward the chess skills into an array of ink and wash dust and micro heavenly games, located in Tianyuan, talking and laughing, binding the enemy in the chess array like an immortal picking stars.

Xiao Haochen's face was grim, as if he had been provoked: "Kaiyuan!"

In a flash, he came to the middle of the chessboard, that is, the position of Tian Yuan in the chessboard.

As soon as he entered Tianyuan, Xiao Haochen suddenly wore a cloak and his robe flew. The right hand is calmly and gently raised, and the middle finger of the index finger is stretched out, as if pinching an invisible chess piece.

"The sunspot is extinguished, and the white child is sleepy. I choose black.

"Black extinguished. Fall. ”

With a sudden wave of his right hand, a black spot with a faint floating ink suddenly fell, landing in front of the location of the flying knife ghost, shaking up the slightest ripple of ink.

After a while, the slight ripples turned into shock, and the sunspots were like ink into the clear water, turning into repeated ink wisps and scattering, causing the chessboard where the flying knife ghost was located to shake.

The knife ghost's heart jumped, and he wanted to move. But in the chess game, his feet were like a quagmire, and he struggled. had to hurriedly carry the flying knife fluttering, barely able to defeat a few wisps of ink, but the remaining wisps of ink that could not be taken care of were like unresolved souls, lingering around him for a long time.

"Five stars in a row. One is extinguished, and the rest is trapped. ”

Five chess pieces, four white and one black, fell with a bang. The four white pieces fell at the four intersections around the chess grid where the flying knife ghost was located, and the white pieces were different from the black seeds, and there was no trace of floating ink around them, giving people a sense of solidity.

These four sons fell around the knife ghost. The Flying Knife Ghost, who could still take a few small steps, had no way out, and the ink lines between the four white seeds also formed four invisible barriers, blocking the way for the flying knives to fly.

Xiao Haochen slowly raised his hand.

The flying knife ghost was still looking around stupidly, for fear that the only black spot in the five-star link in Xiao Haochen's mouth would fall on his head in the next moment.

But there are already four white seeds around him, and there is nowhere to fall for the black seeds. Even if it falls, the barrier formed by the white son will block the extinction of the black child, and it will not hurt the flying knife ghost in the slightest.

Xiao Haochen's gestures were extremely calm, as if he was pinching an invisible chess piece.

Or rather, he didn't pinch it. If he had to pinch it further, he was just pinching the sunspot condensed by the fear in the heart of the flying knife ghost.

Xiao Haochen's originally loose hair fell on his shoulders, and he called lazily: "Senior brother." ”

Before the words fell, ten swords rose together!