Go ten miles.

Desert.

After that, go ten miles.

Grassland.

The green grass is even in the sky, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low, which is as beautiful as heaven.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, the wind blows the sand and flies the stones like a bucket, and the fierceness is like hell.

A rolling barren mountain has become the natural dividing line of the desert grassland, known as the Liangjie Mountain.

Boundless grasslands.

Boundless.

The vast desert.

Boundless.

Twenty miles of mountains are just a ripple in the sea.

Green sea.

Yellow sea.

Heaven on one side.

Hell on one side.

Mountains of the Two Realms.

The desert steppe was separated.

Hell and heaven are also separated.

The town is nestled in the mountains.

Named after the mountain, it is known as the town of the Two Realms.

The pawns and passers-by who are impatient to remember this lengthy name?

A winding dirt road, two rows of earthen houses on the side of the road, about 100 or so, and a few shops, can be regarded as a street!

At the end of the street, a tavern.

As usual, it is an earthen house, as usual, as usual, it is a wooden table, as usual, it is a clay altar, and as usual, it is a blue cloth wine flag.

Bland, at first glance, tasteless.

Behind the tavern, an aspen is about ten girth thick and can be high to the sky. It is especially conspicuous in the sparsely wooded wilderness.

The sun is setting –

An old woman, staggering, dragging a few dry red willow branches, bent at the waist, is struggling to move forward.

A group of merchants, numb, walked slowly through the dirt roads of the town, their camels wailing tiredly.

A team of horses suddenly came running from afar, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they ran to a farther distance, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust......

It's such an inconspicuous little place.

Just such an inconspicuous tavern.

Who knows how many people pass by on that dirt road every day?

It's like no one knows, when will the wine in those clay jars dry up?

At this time, the heavy cotton curtain at the entrance of the tavern was lifted again.

A room full of people drinking wine and eating meat all looked up.

No one expected that in such a crowded place with sheepskin jackets and the smell of sweat, a few such chic people would come in.

Dressed elegantly, with an extraordinary bearing, elegant manners, and noble description.

There were several neighing sounds of horses outside the door.

Even the sound of a horse is so crisp?

The drinkers who drank in large bowls of coarse porcelain were not only secretly amazed......

"Childe!" said a slightly older strong man respectfully to a handsome young man, his brows furrowed unintentionally, as if he was not very satisfied with this place.

"Childe, I see ......" Another tall strong man also snorted, as if it was hard to stand the smell in the earthen house.

"......" The young man's beautiful lips moved, and he did not speak, but shook his head very lightly and gracefully.

The two strong men frowned and did not speak again. Standing in the doorway, I looked around, only a table in the corner was empty. He walked straight over and carefully pulled the chair for the boy.

The young man sat down silently, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and placed it on the wooden table.

The two strong men also placed their blades on the wooden table and sat upright on their sides.

Opposite the wooden table is the counter.

The same color of the log, generally coarse and generally dirty.

A thin-faced old man sat behind the counter, with a dark complexion and a furrowed face. A pair of hands lying flat on the counter, with stubby fingers, like a long-used bald farm tool, with thick knuckles, like the withered roots of ancient pines.

Seeing the guests enter the door, the old man did not say a word, and sat firmly like a mountain.

The tall strong man was already a little unbearable, and he looked at the young man out of the corner of his eye, but the young man didn't say a word, as quiet as water, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Smack!" Looking at the young man's expression, the strong man raised his hand and put it down again, hesitated for a moment, and slapped the table.

The movement is very light, but the voice is very loud, and it can be seen that his internal strength is extraordinary.

"Bartender!" the strong man roared again.

Looking at his face again, it seems that he has maintained great restraint.

"......Coming!" a middle-aged man with a short stature muttered in reply, dragging one leg and running over.

This is undoubtedly a wooden and stupid person.

He didn't seem to be able to say something nice, but he couldn't stop panting, grabbed a towel from his shoulder, and subconsciously wiped the table.

The black wooden table, the black rag, the tall strong man couldn't help but sniff and frown.

"Childe, this ......" The strong man seemed to have enough of this vulgar tavern.

The boy remained silent, and gently stretched out a slender hand, and made an elegant gesture as he washed the man on the table.

"Childe!" the slightly older strong man stood up suddenly, suppressing his anger and preparing to persuade the young man.

The boy remained silent, and made a very slight gesture at him.

The old and strong man was helpless, and sat on the wooden bench again, his purple begonia skin flushed.

"Guest officer......" The clumsy bartender wiped the table for a long time, and suddenly remembered as if he wanted to ask something.

"What the hell!" the tall strong man casually took out two taels of silver from his bosom and threw them on him at once, forcing him to let out a roar.

The boy still didn't say a word, and sat like a mountain.

The bartender hurriedly took the silver, held it in his hand with a rag, dragged another leg, and ran down in a panic.

The food and drinks were quickly served.

In line with the image of the tavern, these drinks are too unsightly.

A plate of mutton, a plate of dried tofu, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of black things that I don't know what they were.

And, of course, wine.

The jar of clay for wine was as black as that.

Looking at the wine bowl again, as expected, it is just as rough and unbearable, and there is a gap on it.

Even the young man, who had been sitting still, frowned.

The tall strong man couldn't hold back any longer, ignoring the young man sitting at the top, Huo Di stood up, stared directly at the old man behind the counter, grabbed a wine bowl on the table, clicked, and pinched it into powder.

The old man sat silent, and his old, somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to have seen nothing.

The bartender, who had just sent off a few guests, rushed over when he heard the news, and when he saw this scene, he bowed, and a hand like a chicken paw grasped the rag intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes shot a strange light.

Seeing this, the older strong man also stood up, and with a casual flip of his palm on the table, the jar of wine slipped into his hand like a trick, and then, with a flick of his wrist, the jar popped out violently, and flew straight towards the bartender.

The bartender clutching the rag stood still, his short body shrinking into a bow like a wild cat.

Suddenly, the wine jar that was galloping in the air suddenly stopped, and landed on a large hand like a fan.

At a glance, a tall man, draped in a shabby sheepskin jacket, with a huge plate axe pinned to his belt, was facing away from the handsome young man and two strong men, holding the wine jar in his left hand and a large bowl in his right hand, drinking unhurriedly, and there was only a plate of dried tofu on the wooden table in front of him.

Seeing this, the tall and strong man changed his body shape, his arms suddenly became longer, and he drew his sword in his hand in the blink of an eye.

The older strong man also grabbed his sword, and stared at the burly back with two cold lights.

The air suddenly became tense.

"Friend......" The handsome young man finally spoke, his voice as soft as his countenance.

"Hmm!" the man drank a bowl of wine unhurriedly, slowly stood up, turned around, and strode over with the jar of wine still in his left hand.

The old man behind the counter seemed to be blind to everything and sat indifferently.

The man's figure is so tall that the tall strong man has to look up, and a majestic beard adds a bit of momentum without anger and self-authority.

"Friend, have a drink first?" the handsome young man stood up, bowed his hand to the man, and said very politely.

"It's okay to drink, but not friends. The man replied angrily, not appreciating it at all.

Looking at that face again, it seems to be carved from ancient rocks, without a trace of smile or warmth.

"Presumptuous!" the tall strong man held the long sword in his hand and roared at the man, and the refined long sword made a strange sound.

"What a bold maniac, know that we are ......" The older strong man seemed to be half shortened by the man's momentum, shook the sword in his hand, and roared not to be outdone, suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person stood in place like a puppet, and the anger in his eyes gradually extinguished. When he looked closely, a chopstick had already been inserted into his throat.

The handsome young man and the tall strong man were stunned for a moment.

"Boom!" the old man's body fell straight to the ground, and the young man was stunned and grabbed the long sword on the table. Drawing the sword in his hand, a slender hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Looking at the man again, he was still standing there, holding the wine jar in his left hand and the wine bowl in his right hand, and the board axe was still inserted in his waist, as if he had never moved.

It's-

The young man's beautiful eyes quickly looked around, and the long sword in his hand had already flown out......

Nothing out of the ordinary!

The young man thought about it, and the sword in his hand had already stabbed the man's throat like a poisonous snake out of a hole.

The man stood there, motionless, like a stone mountain.

Seeing that the young man's sword was about to pierce the man's throat, the strong man next to him was afraid of losing it, so he flipped his wrist, and the sword in his palm flew to the man's chest almost synchronously.

"Bang" twice, and everything suddenly came to a standstill.

It was as if even the air had frozen.

The young man's sword stopped less than three minutes away from the man's throat, and a blood mist spewed out from his white and smooth neck.

The tall strong man stood in place, the sword in his hand flew somewhere, his eyes glazed over, as if his soul had been out of his body.

A hunchbacked old man stood up slowly, and the young man's body suddenly fell silently.

It was an extremely ordinary old man. His face was wrinkled, black and thin, wrapped in a sheepskin jacket, and he held a whip in his hand.

It was a very ordinary red willow whip, as thick as a thumb and more than four feet long.

Almost every shepherd in the desert grazes sheep has one in his hand.

The old man coughed and walked over, ignoring the tall strong man who had been stunned for a long time, the whip in his hand tapped the man's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "Second fool, when is it your turn to come out?"

Just asked lightly, the man who was as strong as an iron tower had already bent down, clenched his fists at the old man again and again, and retreated like a slave.

Taking advantage of this moment, the tall strong man who came back to his senses suddenly bent down, picked up the young man's sword, shook his wrist, and stabbed the old man in the back of the heart......

At such a close distance, with your back to the enemy, it's a sneak attack again!

Rao is a god who descends to earth, and I am afraid that he will not be able to avoid this sword.

The old man is not an immortal, but he escaped it.

No one saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he didn't look back, he whipped his backhand, one of the strong man's arms suddenly drooped down, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The old man turned around leisurely, leaned on the whip, coughed, and said slowly to the strong man: "Don't think I don't know who you are...... Ahem-ahem, this is the Mountain of the Two Realms! Leave you a little life, don't you get out of ...... quickly"

The strong man, who had long lost the arrogance of Fang Cai, reacted as if he had met an amnesty, bowed to the old man with gratitude, and when he turned around, he had already run away.

The old man kept coughing, sat down with his chest on his hands, and leaned the whip against the wall, and coughed violently again.

A room full of drinkers chattered, and the store gradually became lively.

The bartender grabbed the rag again and subconsciously wiped the table open.

Only the old man behind the counter did not make a sound from beginning to end.

A pair of old yellow eyes seemed to see nothing.

I didn't seem to hear any sound.

There was also a teenager at a table in front of the counter, who seemed to be oblivious to everything that was happening around him, and drank unhurriedly all the time.

What a teenager yelled.

He was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Although sitting, you can also see the slenderness of his figure.

A coarse cloth shirt, a pair of wool cowhide boots on his feet.

Even the sword at his waist was so rudimentary—even when he drank, the sword was still at his waist.

The young face is carved with the marks of wind and frost.

There was only a jar of wine and a plate of peanuts in front of him.

The young man sat quietly at the wooden table, poured a bowl of wine, drank it slowly, poured another bowl of wine, and drank it dry, calm and calm......

Rao is home is a tavern located in a mountain township, no matter what happened before, let the two corpses lie in it, in short, it is not too elegant.

The old man sat quietly behind the counter, looked at it for a long time, inadvertently, smashed his mouth, sighed, stared at the front with a pair of deep-set eyes, motionless, motionless......

The bartender was still wiping the table without a match, and suddenly, with a loud shout, a middle-aged woman came out of the back kitchen.

The woman was rather stout, with a greasy apron around her bucket-thick waist, and her face was black and red, like the bottom of a large pot.

Ignoring the discussion of a room full of drinkers, the woman walked straight over, pushed the bartender, and grabbed a pair of feet of the handsome young man by herself, and the bartender was stunned for a moment, and then rushed up and grabbed a pair of arms of the young man, and the two of them carried the young man out with a little difficulty, and after a while, they came back and carried the body of the strong man out.

About half an hour later, the woman and the bartender walked in one after the other, and the woman walked in front with her head held high, and the bartender dragged one leg and had an extra dustpan in his hand, which was filled with sand.

The dry land, the blood seeped quickly, covered with sand, and with a little tidying up, everything was restored to its original state.

Nothing seems to have happened.

Horses' hooves sounded outside the door......