Lin Zisan's fingers trembled slightly.

A swordsman should not change color in front of the landslide, and it is really a very bad thing for his mood to fluctuate so violently.

This young man should be the Lin Boiled Wine in the girl's mouth earlier.

The name Lin Boiled Wine has no name in the entire world of cultivators.

At least he himself can be sure that he is also surnamed Lin, but his name Lin Zisan is much louder than Lin Cookwine.

Many cultivators in other countries have heard of his name, but they probably have never heard of the name Lin Zhujiu at all.

However, even if he only listened to these simple conversations, he could be sure that this Lin Zhujiu's usual cultivation method was the most brutal practice, improving his realm and strength in the real battle of life and death.

There were already many cultivators among the horse thieves in Yunmeng Mountain, but compared to ordinary cultivators, when their survival was threatened, they could use any despicable means to win the battle.

He couldn't imagine how a cultivator of his age could face such a ferocious horse thief and eventually kill them all.

What made him even more unimaginable was that this Lin Zhujiu should have suffered a lot of injuries, but in this case, his senior uncle even had to let him rush back to face all the young talents who participated in the sword meeting?

Even if this young man named Lin Boiljiu is stronger than Ye Xinhe, but he is forced too hard, he is not afraid of breaking that string, and he is not afraid of leaving behind hidden diseases that hinder his future cultivation?

"Uncle Qi is really a little crazy. Ye Xinhe said coldly at this time.

There was hot steam, and a second bowl of noodles was served.

Lin Zhujiu was overjoyed, nodded approvingly, and said, "I think too." ”

Ye Xinhe always seemed a little helpless in the face of him, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he turned his head to look at the girl named Yan Xinlan, "You still thought I did something wrong before, but now Uncle Qi has called him back to Zhenshanmen, and he is not afraid that people in the world will say that our Bashan Sword Field is playing tricks, saying that it is the opening of the mountain to accept apprentices, but it turned out that it was the Bashan Sword Field demonstrating to the world, so that the world can see how the Bashan Sword Field is doing now?"

Lin Zhujiu was eating noodles quickly, and the sound of eating noodles was as loud as snoring, which was in stark contrast to Lin Zhujiu's previous slow and methodical manners.

He took the soup and water, and his voice sounded indistinctly: "I also said the same about Uncle Qi, I am not the kind of pervert of cultivation he hoped, I have stayed in Yunmeng Mountain for so long, who doesn't want to take a break? But Uncle Qi said that Bashan Sword Field, why do you need to explain to people? Not to mention that Uncle Qi said that Uncle Yu and Uncle Gu have their own ideas, and it may not be that whoever wins can become a disciple of Bashan Sword Field." ”

"Don't judge by winning or losing?" Ye Xinhe frowned.

Lin Boiljiu's head was slightly fetal, with some noodles hanging from the corners of his mouth, and he nodded slightly comically, and said, "And since it is a rare public acceptance, it is definitely not just one or two so few." ”

"One of the most important questions. ”

Yan Xinlan listened carefully, until Lin Cookjiu finished eating the second bowl of noodles and began to drink the soup, and then she asked softly, "Uncle Qi and Uncle Yu, Uncle Gu and they are getting closer, and recently you have been practicing with Uncle Qi, although we have long been disciples of the Bashan Sword Field, but when we practiced before, Uncle Gu has been in retreat without knowing where to go, we have never seen each other, and we have not regularly followed someone to learn swords, and we are not necessarily anyone's personal disciples, so this time Uncle Gu accepted apprentices, we are also counted among them, or are we not among the candidates he selected at all?"

"Absolutely. ”

After Lin boiled the wine and drank the last sip of soup, he stretched out with great satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, Uncle Qi is in a hurry to let me rush back to do something, Uncle Gu's selection of apprentices is no longer limited to the Qin people, of course, whoever he likes to see, he will choose whoever is a disciple." ”

Lin Zisan's heart beat violently again when he heard this, but in the next moment, he unconsciously lowered his head and became ashamed, thinking that no matter how eclectic Gu Liren was, there were too many young people who were better than him here, even if he didn't judge by victory or defeat, no matter how he picked, it seemed impossible to pick on his head.

"It's going to be busy. ”

Lin Boiljiu casually picked up a bowl of cold tea on the table and took a sip, then nodded to Yan Xinlan and Ye Xinhe, got up and walked towards the outside of the wine shop.

There was a bang.

When he walked outside the shop, a piece of cloth was shaken on the burden behind him, and it was like a wine flag on his back, and the handwriting on it was very eye-catching: "If you want to enter Bashan, ask me for the sword first." ”

The night is fresh, the plantain leaves are fresher when the fresh rain is shower, and even the old trees in the middle of the streets and alleys are mixed with the shops with a fresh smell.

But none of these are as fresh as Lin Boiled Wine.

Although this kind of town in Bashan is remote and sparsely populated, the meeting of the Mirror Lake is the attention of the world, Yu Zuochi's words have made the Bashan Sword Field the most famous sword sect in the world at this time, and the public acceptance of disciples in the Bashan Sword Field has nothing to do with whether it is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is the biggest event in the world of cultivators.

Putting this aside, the battle in the cultivator world is no more solemn than the frolic of a child, even if he challenges someone, he will not be like a joke and casual with Lin Zhujiu at this time, let alone challenge everyone so arrogantly.

The quaint town suddenly became lively.

It's like being suddenly sprinkled with a pot of prepared ingredients by a skillful hand, and the comfortable and lazy smell suddenly becomes full of gold and iron, and the moist and fresh air is full of sharp smells.

There was a burst of applause.

In addition to the applause, there was also the sound of piano and chirping.

The sound is not cluttered, it looks like a lot of musicians playing carefully.

If it is in the place where the officials and eunuchs of other big cities live, or in the prosperous place where the restaurants and flower shops are continuous, this sound is not abrupt, but at this time, it feels no less than the flag raised behind Lin Cookwine.

Lin Zhujiu himself looked at the source of the sound in astonishment.

It was a small courtyard, according to his memory, it should have been an old tea shop with a general business, there were a lot of old teas piled up in it, and the shop was watched by the strangers who moved here in the early years to avoid trouble, old and widowed, and not good at talking to people, all day long was half lying on an old rattan chair, holding a yellow cat, and the smell of decay like those old teas.

However, at this moment, he looked intently, even the door frame and courtyard wall of this small courtyard seemed to have been retouched, and there were two bright dark flowers at the door.

The flower is not even known as Lin Boiled Wine, it must not be a local variety of Bashan itself, but the branches are twisted and vigorous like a dragon, and they have obviously been carved by skilled craftsmen.

The most unexpected thing is that the palace lights were lit up one by one in the dim courtyard, and it was a dark incense, and more than ten gorgeous women in palace clothes came out.

The music inside is continuous, and these more than ten gorgeous women in palace clothes are smiling and lovely, holding flower baskets and constantly sprinkling flower petals, and the sunset is colorful.

"It's Ling Sigongzi!"

I don't know who woke up like a dream, and woke everyone up with an exclamation.

"Is that really the way it is?"

Not to mention Lin Boiling, who was facing these more than ten gorgeous palace women, even Ye Xinhe, who came later, was a little dumbfounded.

The reputation of the fourth son of Ling in Chu Yingdu can be described as very great, it is rumored that there has never been a defeat among the cultivators of the same generation in the Chu realm, the Ling family has the largest workshops in the Chu realm, and the wealth is rivaled by the country, the Ling family has a total of seven sons, all of whom are constantly taught by famous teachers, and there are more powerful sword scriptures, but among them, the fourth prince of Ling stands out from the crowd, far better than the rest.

If the fourth prince of Ling is a sword competition, there must be a beautiful maid playing music and sprinkling flowers, and the battle is very large.

Many people thought that this kind of rumor might not be true when they heard this rumor before, but they didn't expect that even when they arrived in this Bashan, Ling Sigongzi would still be in this kind of battle.

It's just that after these more than ten gorgeous palace women walked out of the small courtyard, the fourth prince of Ling still did not appear, but a long-legged woman who was more gorgeous and dignified than these women came to Lin Zhuojiu with a green shark sheath long sword in her hand, and bowed slightly.

Then without saying much, with a sword roar, an extremely domineering sword light turned into five, and it fell directly in front of Lin Zhujiu like a mountain avalanche.

Lin boiled wine and opened his mouth, but he couldn't help but burp.

His sword stabbed out with a swift stab before the burp sounded.

The five domineering sword lights disappeared suddenly, and the gorgeous and dignified long-legged woman took three steps back, she looked at her wrist in shock, there was a white mark on her wrist, which was a mark left by the tip of the sword, but it was not even scratched by the skin.