"I think he's just a fame seeker. ”

"Yu Xiuchun has been injured before the sword competition, as for the Baili Tiger Sniff of the Baihua Sword Workshop....The sword moves of the Baihua Sword Workshop are very clear, flashy and unreal, none of the generals of the border army over the years are from the Baihua Sword Workshop, which is enough to show that this kind of sword move is useless in the real battle array. As for Song Lingshi of Hengshan Sword Academy, there is an unknown distance between him and Xu Ping, so it is no wonder that Xu Ping blames him. I see that this king is dreaming, and it is also persimmon's soft pinch, if he is really powerful, why not challenge Chen Liuyun of the Heart Sect, why not challenge Mo Ying of Tianyi Pavilion. ”

In the twilight, in a winery along the river, some young people in fancy clothes drank for three rounds and talked freely.

"This is good, the cultivators of Changling all know that when he returned to the Bashan Sword Field, Gu Liren was already dead, so for the cultivators who have been practicing in Changling for a long time, of course he is a real junior. The masters of each sect are hindered by their seniority, so it is naturally impossible for them to teach him a lesson, and if he doesn't challenge Chen Liuyun and Mo Ying, of course, he can win one game after another. ”

"But it's not what you think. ”

At this moment, a voice sounded abruptly.

These young men in fancy clothes turned their heads to look, only to see a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing an ordinary coarse cloth shirt walking in from outside the winery.

Ordinary people's oil-paper umbrellas are dark yellow, but this person's umbrella is blue, which is very elegant.

Although his clothes were ordinary, they were exceptionally clean, like willow leaves that had been thinly drenched by the spring rain.

"Although Yu Xiuchun was injured before the sword fight, when Wang Jingmeng was fighting with him, he always stood on the ground and did not move half a step, and Yu Xiuchun's true yuan cultivation was originally above him, so it is rare for Wang Jingmeng to win this battle. ”

"As for the Baili Tiger Sniff, it is the same, if it is the same cultivation, the sword moves of the Baili Tiger Sniff naturally seem a little flashy, but the true Yuan cultivation of the Baili Tiger Sniff is also above Wang Jingmeng, in this way, although his sword qi is fancy, but it is like many people besieging Wang Jingmeng at the same time, if you change the rest of the cultivators with the same cultivation as Wang Jingmeng, it is also very difficult to win the Baili Tiger Sniff. ”

"As for Chen Liuyun and Mo Ying, they are not Wang Jingmeng's opponents. ”

The young man, who looked very clean, looked at the group of people who were a little stunned, and said, "As far as I know now, among the cultivators of the same generation as me, I am afraid that only the disciples of the Minshan Sword Sect or the Lingxu Sword Sect who have been in the first five or six years are likely to be able to compete with him. ”

This group of young people in fancy clothes were stunned for a moment when they listened.

One of them finally came back to his senses, frowned at the young man who didn't know where he came from, and said, "Who are you, how do you know that neither Chen Liuyun nor Mo Ying can be his opponent?"

"Because I'm Mo Ying of Tianyi Pavilion. ”

Mo Ying looked at the questioner calmly, and said seriously: "I have already had a competition with Chen Liuyun before, and I defeated him, but when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, I had already had a competition with him, and I lost to him, and it was far from it. ”

"What? You're Mo Ying!"

This group of young people in Chinese clothes were all taken aback, and two of them even subconsciously stood up.

Mo Ying nodded.

His gaze fell on the river outside the men's windows.

In the faint mist rising from the river, a crystal clear drop of water condensed with his gaze, which quickly elongated, flew into the window, circled the wine bottle on the table, and then turned into clear water, flowing silently along the body of the wine bottle on the table.

The table top is slightly moist.

The top of the bottle fell on the table.

The fracture of the bottle was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sword.

"I had a sword competition with him, and I was instructed by him, and I felt that I had entered the realm recently, but just looking at his sword competition today, I can be sure that if I talk about cultivating to enter the realm, whether it is with a sword or a true yuan cultivation, he is far above me. ”

Mo Ying bowed slightly to these stunned young people, "So he is really strong, not what you call fame." ”

"You are also all cultivators of the Sword Academies. ”

Mo Ying raised his body, he looked at these young men in Chinese clothes who were a little flustered and returned the salute, and before turning to leave, he said seriously: "His strength, the comprehension, use and change of sword moves can only be truly understood if he is truly right." If you don't care about winning or losing, you can give it a try if you have the chance. ”

......

The faint aroma of food wafts through the secluded courtyard.

But in this faint aroma of food, Lin Zhujiu keenly smelled a smell of wine.

His spirit shook suddenly.

When he walked out of the door of the Falling Moon Residence, he easily saw a carriage parked on the side of the road not far away.

On the front of the carriage sat a middle-aged man, holding a gourd that had been polished to a bright purple color, and smiled at him without the slightest surprise, and then made a gesture of please.

The man's face was as pale as jade, and although he was wearing a very ordinary green cloth shirt, he was obviously not a coachman.

Lin Zhujiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly understood that this person was deliberately luring him over with the aroma of wine, but he didn't hesitate, walked in front of this person, and said, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and didn't answer, but raised the wine gourd in his hand and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

Between the shaking of the wine gourd, the aroma of the wine appears strong, but it still looks clear and abnormal when it pours into the nasal cavity, Lin Boiled Wine took a deep breath, the aroma of the wine entered the abdomen, there was no heat, but it was like a cold spring with the fragrance of orchids pouring into the abdomen, making people feel cool.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Could it be the Forgotten Worries and Cold Brew of the Closed Gate Mountain Fang?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and praised: "It seems that you are really good wine, not a vassal elegance." ”

Lin Cooking Wine was puzzled, "The Forgotten Worries and Cold Brew of Fengmen Mountain Fang is never given away, unless the owner is a friend, there is a workshop owner to accompany the drink, how can you have it." ”

In an instant, he was a little awake, Huo Ran raised his head, "Are you just sealing the worries?"

"Swords are given to heroes, and good wine needs bosom friends. ”

The middle-aged man motioned for Lin Boilwine to get into the car and sit beside him, and then said softly: "I owe a favor, someone wants to see Wang Jingmeng, so I will invite you over with half a pot of wine to exchange your tea time." ”

Lin Zhuojiu frowned slightly, he glanced at the man, and intuitively felt that the other party had no malicious intent, so he loosened his eyebrows, smiled, and said, "Okay." ”

"Can you eat spicy rabbit head?"

The middle-aged man looked proud when he saw Lin cooking wine, and immediately laughed, took out two food boxes from the carriage behind him, and said, "The spicy rabbit head pickled by farmers in Yangjiang County is excellent with my wine." ”

Lin Zhujiu laughed and said, "Bashan is full of moisture, and the spicy people we have there are estimated to be able to make you cry." ”