In the autumn of Qingtian City, the climate is strange, obviously there is still a high sun in the past few days, and the autumn wind is howling and the temperature plummets in the past two days.

Even last night, there was a small snowfall, but the snow was too small to cover the streets with white snow, and when the sky gradually rose, when I looked up, I could only see the slightly damp ground.

There is no other special situation.

Entering the autumn scene, Qingtian City is the foggiest time of the year, and before noon, the whole city will be shrouded in a large area of rain and fog.

It's not that there are no monks in the city who have cultivated well, it's not that they can't disperse this layer of rain and fog, but the fog covers Qingtian City, and no one knows if it is deliberately done by Qingtianjun, who dares to disperse this city fog at will?

The wine shop located in the city, there were not many drinkers originally, but now there are so many people in Qingtian City, thinking that there should be more drinkers, but no matter how many people come outside, there are still so many drinkers in this wine shop, and even because of what happened before, the original drinkers are now a lot less.

The liquor store seemed deserted.

Chen Sheng hasn't been walking around anymore these days, and when something big is going to happen in Qingtian City, this swordsman whose realm is not low has been drinking in the wine shop these days.

The table in the corner of the wine shop has always been Chen Sheng's "special", and under the premise that there are not many drinkers in the wine shop, even if Chen Sheng stayed at that table for more than ten days, the wine seller never drove people away.

Although she is a demon cultivator, the wine seller has been living on the other side of the mountains and rivers before, and she knows much more about the mountains and rivers than many demon cultivators in the demon land, and many demon cultivators are furious when they hear Chen Sheng's identity as a swordsman, but the wine seller completely ignores it.

She has a very good impression of swordsmen, and by the way, her impression of Chen Sheng is not bad.

And she has a good impression of the swordsman because the first swordsman she met is not bad, and as for Chen Sheng, who has always been sloppy, it is not too bad, because he is the master of the swordsman.

Although the wine seller occasionally sighs, why is the temperament of this master and apprentice so far apart?

Just sigh and sigh for the past, and there is no conclusion, so you can only look at it like this.

Chen Sheng sat in the most remote corner of the wine shop, surrounded by wine jars, the cloth shirt on his body was full of wine stains, and he didn't know how long he hadn't changed it, and even in some places, it was already greasy, and the stubble on his face was deeper and deeper day by day, at first it was a scruffy beard, and in the past few days, his face was quite spectacular.

If Chen Sheng's figure was stronger, he would no longer look like a swordsman, but look very much like that kind of bandit and grass coward.

The sword that had traveled thousands of miles in Baiyu Town was placed on the table by him at will, and there was a puddle of wine stains on the table, Chen Sheng leaned against the wine table, slept with his eyes closed, and his snoring was not too loud.

The few sporadic drinkers in the restaurant deliberately ignored the sound and gossiped with each other.

The content of the conversation is still about the recent events in Qingtian City.

About the daughter of the Great Demon.

Of course, those familiar names will also be mentioned, and there is no doubt that Bi Yu, Chongye, and Hu Yue are the most dazzling of these names.

Outsiders shouldn't have paid such a high degree of attention to things that they can't participate in, especially these demon cultivators in the demon land, but Qingtian City is really good, there is no fight, no one dares to kill people here, so there are many people who are idle, since they are idle, they really can't help but think about it and look at those things that don't belong to them.

Idlers care about idle things,

I can't fault anything with it.

The wine seller leaned against the counter, looking at the white expanse outside, her eyebrows were quiet, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She thought that the girl who often came to drink had not walked into this wine shop for a long time, but even if what happened in Qingtian City had something to do with you, what did it matter if you came to drink a few drinks?

When people are idle, they can't help but think about it.

For example, at this moment, the wine seller thought that if that young man came to Qingtian City, it would be good to beat up all those guys.

It's just that she doesn't know very well, and she doesn't know if the original teenager will like this girl.

Even if you like it, but one is in the mountains and rivers, and the other is in the demon land, will there really be results?

Then the wine seller shook her head, a guy of this age, where can he care so much, love is love, who cares so much?

The wine seller had to continue to diverge her thoughts and think of more things, but there was a person in the wine shop.

The man was tall, his hair was haphazardly knotted with a straw, he wore a gray robe, and most importantly, a sword hung from his waist.

The person who could enter and exit this wine shop with a sword hanging from his waist was only Chen Sheng alone in the past.

It's a completely unfamiliar face.

Because of the sword hanging from his waist, the few sporadic drinkers soon turned their attention to the tall man.

The man smiled at the wine seller and said, "If you want a jar of wine, the worst will do." ”

The wine seller was stunned for a moment, but she was not distracted, and soon brought a jar of wine from behind her, and she asked with some confusion, "Where is the guest officer sitting?"

The tall man pointed to the most remote wine table, which was fine.

The woman's brow furrowed suddenly.

Because when the tall man said this, Chen Sheng, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and then squinted.

And as he opened his eyes and squinted, the sword aura in the wine shop was vertical and horizontal, as thick as the fog outside.

The liquor store suddenly became very depressing.

Chen Sheng is a rare genius in Jianshan, different from his own junior brothers, each of them is quite profound in a certain aspect, although he Chen Sheng said that he is not as good as those junior brothers in any point in terms of Yiqi technique, but fortunately, he can go hand in hand in these three aspects.

Kendo cultivation, realm cultivation, Chen Sheng is very fast.

After crossing the morning and dusk, if you want to go to the spring and autumn, the road is really not a realm span that can be explained clearly.

Not to mention the swordsman's way.

Not everyone is like the one in the book that Li Fuyao saw, the morning enters the morning and twilight, and the twilight enters the spring and autumn.

That swordsman deserves to be amazing.

And Chen Sheng, although not as good as that one, is definitely not bad, and now he has almost touched the threshold of the Spring and Autumn Realm.

This kind of realm progress is already extremely rare.

However, why Chen Sheng, who has not been at all sharp these days, suddenly showed such a style today, which made the wine seller extremely puzzled.

But at least she knew clearly that it definitely had something to do with this tall man.

Two swordsmen, one standing and one sitting.

It's a confrontation, it's not counted.

Because from beginning to end, it was only Chen Sheng's sword qi that lingered around, and the tall man didn't do anything.

The woman put the wine on the table and returned to the back of the counter.

When in the wine shop

From time to time, drinkers get up and leave.

It's not that no one wants to know what is going to happen in this wine shop, it's just that the sword qi in the wine shop is too strong, which makes them extremely uncomfortable, and it's also very ...... Abhor.

Most of the current demon monks have never seen a large picture of a swordsman wielding a sword, but I don't know why, those tribes may have made murals of those great battles six thousand years ago in order to remember the shame, and put them in the clan, and some of the murals are lifelike, so that everyone who has seen them can feel the situation at that time.

Some disgust is integrated into the blood.

It wasn't until the last drinker got up and left the liquor that the tall man took the bowl and poured it into it.

"You like to drink, why don't I remember?"

This was the first thing the tall man said today, and his voice was calm, as if he had gone through vicissitudes.

Chen Sheng said indifferently: "Wine can't kill people. ”

There was no logic in this sentence, but after saying it, the tall man obviously paused.

The hand that picked up the wine bowl was a little slow.

He looked at the white fish sword on the wine table and praised: "This sword is good, but those swords in the sword washing pool are also good, the master favored you the most back then, you shouldn't have changed all the swords." ”

Chen Sheng raised his head and said calmly, "You are not his disciples. ”

The tall man shook his head, "Always kowtow to him, if we weren't gone, how could Xi Chunan become a senior brother?"

Chen Sheng didn't speak, this was a strong murderous intent in the wine shop.

"Shouldn't you forget that you are not allowed to use force in Qingtian City, right?"

The tall man smiled, looking very gentle.

Chen Sheng's killing intent was undiminished, but he hadn't reached out to hold the sword yet.

The White Fish Sword trembled slightly, and wisps of sword qi seeped out of the scabbard.

"A few days ago, the Lord went up the mountain, aren't you not on the mountain yet, in short, we are not the same kind of people?"

"Xi Chunan, the three of them should all be dead, we went to the mountain a few days ago, in fact, there are many people who go to the mountain, but the mountains are sealed, that sword array, senior brother, I really can't break it. ”

The tall man seemed to be talking casually, as if he was talking to Chen Shengla.

I can't see how much enmity the two have.

Chen Sheng was speechless, just turned his head and glanced at the wine seller.

The woman was stunned, thought for a moment, and turned to walk inside.

Chen Sheng's momentum had already reached its peak, and it should have been a moment to draw his sword, but he opened his mouth first, "There is no one who has done something wrong without being punished." ”

The tall man smiled, "I don't think so, don't those treacherous people in the world also live well?"

Chen Sheng nodded, seemingly agreeing with this statement.

"But you won't live well. ”

The tall man pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be that you have entered the Spring and Autumn Period, junior brother, and have become the person that Qingtianjun admires the most, or is it said that there are sword immortals and blue eyes?"

There are some unexplained meanings in these words, if you spread it out plainly, Chen Sheng can't kill him as long as it's not Spring and Autumn, and without the relationship between Qingtianjun or Chao Qingqiu, it's impossible to do it in the city.

Chen Sheng was silent, just reached out to hold the white fish sword.

A sword light was born in the wine shop.

......

......

In the dense fog outside Qingtian City, there was a man holding a sword, and he walked into the wine shop with a flat expression.

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