Chapter 42: Drunkenness and Friends

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This kind of sword technique, which should not exist in the world, was realized in this situation of extreme sorrow and pain.

This sword is hugely powerful, making the heavens and the earth turn ghosts and cry and howl, this can definitely be regarded as the supreme existence in the swordsmanship, but the sword is like a life, and the Dugu Sword, who loves the sword like an idiot, has no reaction, he has comprehended this set of terrible swordsmanship that is enough to be invincible in the world, but he is lying on the ground.

The old but young eyes were filled with sadness and despair, there was no sword in his eyes, and there was no sword in his heart, there was only one person, a woman that he could not forget for the rest of his life, and now this woman is dead, and he Dugu Jian should have died with this woman, but now he is not dead, or it should be said that Dugu Jian was already dead, but was saved by the memory of the past.

Therefore, the sword master is gone, but Dugu Sword appears.

Today is not October 27, today is October 20, Dugu Jian got up and left the sword house that had not left for 20 years, he came to Wushuang City, came to the largest and best restaurant in the city, he opened his mouth: "The boss comes to three jars of wine." ”

Mu Yingxiong followed behind Dugu Jian, he didn't speak, just silently looked at Dugu Jian's lonely and sad figure, Dugu Jian drank, he also drank, the two people who drew their swords in the past are now sitting together and drinking.

This kind of thing is not only unbelievable by others, even Mu Yingxiong himself can't believe it, but this unbelievable thing is a fact, a fact that he can't not believe, isn't he drinking with Dugu Jian now?

Dugu Jian actually drank alcohol? This was also something he couldn't believe, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, Dugu Jian at this moment was not like Dugu Jian at all, but a drunkard, a drunkard who had to pay for drinking.

Mu Yingxiong smiled bitterly and looked at the drunken Dugu Sword, and now he began to have some doubts about whether such a Dugu Sword could defeat Chu Feng on October 27 and defeat Chu Feng's outstanding swordsmanship.

But now he doesn't think about it, and now he has someone in his mind - Xiao Yu.

This woman, who has been dead for many years, but he still can't forget, is his favorite cousin.

Chu Feng didn't have so many thoughts in his heart, in fact, since he met Hu Jinsleeve and Feng Siniang, he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, no thoughts and no desires.

Even three years ago, he used the name of Yanagi Sword Shadow to challenge the Dongying Martial Arts Realm, and he didn't have the slightest joy in his heart, because these things seemed to him to be nothing to be happy about, his real opponent was not the Dongying Martial Arts Realm, nor was it the current Sword Saint and others, his real opponent was not a god, maybe there was a woman who claimed to be a demon.

Now he is sitting quietly in a teahouse, he is drinking tea, his mood is still very calm and indifferent, but he already has some expectations in his heart, expectations for the Sword Master.

The first time he saw the Juggernaut, he knew that Juggernaut was an extremely terrifying opponent, but he was always a little disappointed in Juggernaut, and his disappointment in Juggernaut was not because of Juggernaut's swordsmanship.

The Sword Saint's swordsmanship attainments are extremely terrifying, he can be regarded as the person he has met with the highest swordsmanship cultivation since he came to this world, and it is also a rare person who can give birth to a fighting spirit since he has achieved swordsmanship.

It's just that this sword master did not satisfy him, because he always felt that this sword master lacked a willfulness, so when he saw the sword master, he saw not a peerless swordsman with excellent swordsmanship, but a peerless sword.

No matter how peerless a sword is, no matter how ancient it is, it is stunning to the world, but it is still just a sword.

If the sword wants to play the greatest edge, it has to look at the owner who holds the sword, he feels that Dugu Sword has lost this part of the person, so he is a little disappointed, but when he left, everything changed.

When Dugu Jian proposed the decisive battle on October 27, he found that the human nature of the Sword Saint appeared, although it was only a little, but it gave birth to a possibility, a possibility of a real Sword Saint.

The sharp sword meets its owner, and the sword master under such a combination is the most terrifying and powerful opponent he wants to fight the most.

Chu Feng drank tea, and even thought that maybe the Sword Saint in this situation could comprehend the Sword Twenty-Three that even frightened the gods and demons.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to get excited, although the time was long, he still remembered the sharpness and terrifying sword twenty-three in the wind and cloud world, but he was not afraid, he wanted to see if he could take the sword twenty-three, if he could defeat the comprehension of the sword twenty-three Dugu sword, wouldn't it prove that he really had the qualifications to fight with the gods?

Now he is not in a hurry, at this moment he even hopes that Hu Jinsleeve and Feng Siniang have come to Wushuang City and come to Gu Daoren Hotel to accompany him, and he is even willing to accompany these two people to visit Wushuang City in the past few days.

Now he just had to wait, quietly waiting for the day of October 27 to come.

Time flies, every day the Sword Saint has to get drunk, as if he wants to get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, but being drunk can't solve a thousand sorrows, only sorrow and sorrow, this truth Sword Saint can't not understand, there are few people in the world who don't understand this truth.

It's just that everyone understands the truth, but how many people will understand it and abide by it? At least not now, the Sword Saint is still drunk and dreaming of death.

It was hard for Mu Yingxiong to imagine that such a drunken old man was the Dugu Sword Saint who moved the world, and it was also difficult for him to imagine that such a swordsman could defeat Chu Feng's unparalleled sharp sword on the day of the duel......

Ten days of decisive battle, the Sword Saint was drunk for seven days, seven days later, that is, on October 24, the Sword Saint woke up drunk from the largest tavern in Wushuang City, Mu Yingxiong also woke up, at this moment although the Sword Saint still had a residual sense of alcohol on his face, but his eyes were very clear and bright, but not sharp.

At this moment, the Juggernaut has changed again, and he has become a different person from the drunken Juggernaut and the pre-drunk Juggernaut.

Mu Yingxiong stared at the Sword Saint, he stared at the Sword Saint for a long time, and said, "Are you the Sword Saint or the Dugu Sword?"

The Sword Saint smiled faintly, his smile was not even a little fierce, but with a light taste, he sat on the chair in front of the table, there was wine on the table, but he didn't look at the wine, he looked at Mu Yingxiong and said lightly: "How about Dugu Sword?

Mu Yingxiong laughed, he looked at the Sword Saint and said, "Dugu Jian is an idiot who died with Miyamoto Xueling's heart, and the Sword Saint is an idiot who dedicates his life to the sword. ”

The Sword Saint smiled, and he said: "Yes, Dugu Jian has died with Miyamoto Xue Ling, and the Sword Saint's life is to live for the sword and die for the sword, but that was before, and now it is different." ”

"Different?"

The Sword Saint said lightly: "Yes, it's different now, now both Dugu Jian and Sword Saint have swords and Miyamoto Snow Spirit in their hearts, it can be said that the current Sword Saint is the real perfect Sword Saint, only Dugu Sword and Sword Saint with two temperaments, Dugu Sword or Sword Saint, is the real Dugu Sword or Sword Saint." ”

This sentence is difficult to understand, but it is not difficult to understand, at least Mu Yingxiong at this moment understands, he looked at the Sword Saint and said: "Therefore, you still remember the decisive battle between you and Chu Feng three days later, that is, on the twenty-seventh day of October." ”

"Yes, and I also remember that October 27 was Xue Ling's birthday and his death day, and I saw him on that day, and it was also the day I bid him farewell. The Sword Master spoke calmly, without any fluctuations in his expression, but that kind of sad mood instantly enveloped this restaurant like a mountain of seas.

Mu Yingxiong didn't speak, he sat quietly in his chair, and he didn't even look at the Sword Saint. However, the Sword Saint, who has always been silent, spoke, he stood up and walked to Mu Yingxiong's side, he patted Mu Yingxiong's shoulder gently, and he said: "I have never said thank you to anyone in my life, and I have never begged anyone, so this time is the same, but I am not ready to pay you back for the wine you paid for me these days, but I can finally remember one thing - the Sword Saint is not alone these days, at least a friend named Mu Yingxiong drinks with me." ”

Mu Yingxiong stared at the Sword Saint blankly, he understood the Sword Saint's words, but he was stunned, he didn't dare to imagine that the Sword Saint would say such words.

After the Sword Saint said this, he left, and did not give Mu Yingxiong a chance to ask, so Mu Yingxiong could only stare blankly at the dashing and departing figure of the Sword Saint.

After a long, long time, Mu Yingxiong pulled Erhu Cai and said with a wry smile: "The world is impermanent, I have become friends with the Sword Saint, and I seem to have become his only friend." After he finished reading these words, he looked at Jian Chen, who was sitting not far away, waved his hand, and said a word to Jian Chen that made Jian Chen sluggish.

He said, "You go and buy me a good coffin." ”

"Coffin, why buy a coffin?"

Mu Yingxiong said lightly: "Whether this decisive battle is the death of Dugu Sword or the death of Chu Feng, I will bury them, the former is my friend, and the latter is a swordsman I admire very much." ”

He actually didn't need to say so much, when he said that the coffin was bought for Dugu Jian or Chu Feng, Jian Chen had already agreed.

In Jian Chen's eyes, it was a very pity that no matter who died, these two people really deserved to be buried.

However, after Mu Yingxiong said this, Jian Chen was stunned, he looked at the Sword Saint in a daze, and a pair of eyes seemed to ask: "Sword Saint, Sword Saint Dugu Jian is also a friend of Uncle Shi, why didn't I hear Uncle Shi mention it?"

Mu Yingxiong didn't explain, he didn't want to explain this matter.

At this moment, he was thinking about one thing, Chu Feng's sword.

What kind of sword is Chu Feng's sword? What kind of sword is Chu Feng's sword technique, what kind of fierce and terrifying sword technique?

He didn't know that even if he had fought with Chu Feng with his finger as a sword, he didn't know the depth of this young swordsman. (To be continued.) )