After setting off again, in the evening, the ox cart walked slowly to the door of an inn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Su Musha was about to settle down and stay, Xiao Er had already greeted him with a smile, saying that the wine, dinner and upper room had been prepared.

There is no need to ask, it was also arranged by the mysterious Mr. Zhang.

The next day's meals and accommodation were also booked by Mr. Zhang.

All the way to Gusu City, all the way.

What is amazing is that except for the Kunlun and carved rice, the exquisite dishes prepared by Mr. Zhang are not the same, which really opens Su Mu's eyes.

At noon on this day, when Su Musha and the others were only half a day's foot away from arriving in Gusu City, there were still innkeepers standing on the side of the road to greet them.

The table was a table of eight immortals, the table was full of wine and delicacies, and the six people sat on each side, Su Musha and Ye Qiudi faced the door.

As soon as they sat down, the closed door of the inn was pushed open, and the wind blew into the clothes of a middle-aged man.

He was long and erect, white as snow, but the sword at his waist was black, pitch black, narrow, and a crow was lifelike on the scabbard, which was eye-catching.

His people are like his sword, cold, arrogant and lonely, like the wind that can shake off the ice and snow of the ground.

The inn fell silent immediately.

The man in white didn't squint, and strode towards Su Musha's table.

He walked every step very evenly, with a distance of one foot and seven inches, even if he measured it with a ruler, it was not so accurate.

But when he walked to Su Musha's table, his last kick was lifted and fell slowly, as if that step weighed a thousand catties, and as if that step was life and death.

It can't be left down easily.

After taking that step, the man in white moved the stool away and sat down opposite Su Musha.

No one spoke.

Yi Xueliu put down the wine bowl and stared at the carved rice in front of him without squinting.

As if she didn't see the man in white, Shuyu ate peacefully, and added vegetables to the bowl of the valley master and Su Mu from time to time.

Su Musha held the wine glass and drank slowly.

Ye Qiudi's expression was calm, but his eyes never left the man in white.

Only the mother and son of the male loser were keenly aware of the stagnation of the air, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

The man in white raised his hand to take the wine jar that was placed on the table. A clean empty bowl placed next to Su Mu's hand immediately moved horizontally along the table to the man in white.

The man in white had a grim face and nodded to Ye Qiudi, "Thank you." "The sound was cold, like snow in August.

When he nodded, Ye Qiudi also put down the wine bowl.

The man in white poured wine for the wine bowl, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Qiudi, and after the wine was level with the edge of the bowl, he naturally stopped.

He raised the wine bowl to toast, without spilling a trace of wine, Ye Qiudi raised the wine bowl with both hands and replied to him.

But the two of them didn't drink for a long time, just respected, staring straight at it, like a sword colliding in the air, filling the sky with a murderous aura.

The inn is like a cold winter, making people uncomfortable.

After a while, the atmosphere of the inn suddenly eased, and the two people holding wine glasses smiled at the same time, looked up and drank, and put down the wine bowl at the same time.

"Good wine. The man in white leaned over and cocked his legs, exposing the scabbard at his waist to the reach of his right hand.

"Kunlun is dead. Ye Qiudi smiled, and the wine jar moved horizontally in front of her.

When she lowered her head and poured wine, the man in white kept staring at him, the scabbard trembled slightly, and there was a chirp, like a crow, eager to come out.

Until Ye Qiudi poured the wine, the sword was never unsheathed. As she looked up, the sword fell silent.

"Good sword. Ye Qiudi took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

The wine jar did not move, and then moved sideways, and landed firmly in the hands of the man in white.

The man in white took advantage of the situation to lift it, the wine jar was held very high, and a wisp of wine line fell steadily in the wine bowl without splashing a trace.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and the wind went straight to the man in white, drumming all over the white clothes, and blowing the clothes fluttering.

The wine line is continuous, not disturbed by the wind, and still falls steadily in the wine bowl.

The bowl of wine was full, and the man in white raised his head and said: "The Lord of Ye Gu is deeply hidden, and it is dangerous for a certain person to think that he is invincible in the world and will be lonely for a lifetime." ”

Ye Qiudi smiled, "False praise." ”

"Have you ever drawn your sword?" asked the man in white as he picked up the dishes.

Ye Qiudi raised the wine bowl at the same time, took a sip, and after he withdrew his chopsticks, Fang said slowly: "Pull it out once." ”

"He's worth it?"

"He doesn't deserve it, the people he saves deserve it. ”

"The sword is out of its sheath?" asked the man in white again,

"No, I didn't. ”

Ye Qiudi picks up vegetables, "What about you?"

The man in white also took a sip of wine and said, "I pulled it out once, and the sword was unsheathed." ”

"With whom?"

"Once the meditation water flows backwards, ten thousand swords return to the sect and lock the heavy building. "The man in white picks up vegetables," Zen Master Yixing. ”

"No wonder. Ye Qiudi put down the wine bowl and said.

"Is it any wonder?" the man in white raised his eyebrows.

"I once heard him talk about when he sat on the top of Mount Hua and talked about swords. ”

"He must have failed. The man in white toasted, "Zen Master Yixing became a Buddha from a sword, but he is not a Buddha after all." ”

Ye Qiudi said with a smile: "Buddhism is boundless, only crossing people who are destined, it is difficult to keep the water from flowing backwards for a day." ”

"Boundless means that the heart does not fall on both sides, and it is not easy to do. The man in white sighed.

The two of them said in a few words, and their clothes and blood flowed as if they were in the clouds, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

The only thing she noticed was that the two were fighting, because the knife intent in her body was surging, and the eleventh move was squeezing into her head.

The heart of the Tao is subtle, some people sit on the riverside for more than ten years to understand the way of the sword, and some people are forced to enter the road of the sword.

The man in white poured another bowl of wine, raised a glass to Ye Qiudi, and Ye Qiudi returned the salute.

The two of them did not stalemate anymore, but when they were drinking slowly, the inn suddenly had a sword aura, and the wind whistled by, blowing people's clothes and long hair.

The temperature of the inn plummeted, the air seemed to freeze, and the pillars supporting the beams groaned.

As soon as the guests at the two adjacent tables lifted their wine bowls, they turned into dust with a "pop".

Behind Ye Qiudi was a counter, made of thick wooden boards, and at this time it was full of sword marks, like sword marks on the door.

On the shelves behind the counter were wine jars, which broke one by one as the wind whistled.

The sputtered wine scatters in the wind and falls on the counter, instantly turning into frost.

Behind the man in white, ten steps away from him, the door that had not been closed after pushing it open "snapped" shut.

The table next to the door was blown by the wind, and the legs were broken, and the stubble was smooth like a sword.

The people in the inn were at a loss and hid in the corner, but only Su Musha's table was intact.

After two more tables broke their legs, there was a "cang" sound, and the sword next to the white-clothed man's waist did not move and came out of its sheath in half.

But only halfway through, it stopped moving, but trembled, like the chirping of a crow, but much faster.

With the sound of the sword, the bloodied eyes of the clothes turned bloody.

She clenched her fists and pressed them against the table, trying to restrain herself.

As the sword qi was rampant, she felt that the sword intent of that move was becoming more and more clear, lingering in her mind, as if there was a demon hidden in her body, jumping out at any time and competing with the sword qi.

The blood flowed clearly, and it only took a few moments for her to break through.

But she didn't dare.

She bit her lip until her mouth bleed.