Tavern, corner, three jars of wine. Peanuts, beef, go seal drink.

The tavern is not big, and the people who come and go are not very expensive, but mostly some casually dressed and grinning Jianghu people. There are few weak people, and most of them are bearded men.

Someone was flushed, drunk and dizzy, but his expression was still extremely excited, and he raised his hand and said loudly to the person opposite: "Do you know the master of refining, Master Zhou? The big sword he forged can be described as famous all over the world, and few spiritual treasures can beat its edge, even among the four spiritual treasures, it is also a rare divine weapon." ”

The person on the other side responded: "How can you not know this? With a big sword in his hand, a slender scholar dares to fight against a nine-foot fierce man." If you can see this kind of divine soldier, you will have no regrets in this life. ”

The drunken man shook his head and sneered: "I'm afraid you're going to regret it for life." Just half a month ago, the big sword was actually cut off with a sword. It is said that the man's cultivation is average, but he is only building a foundation and cultivating it, and with only a cyan long sword in his hand, he can cut the big sword into two with only one sword. ”

"Is that so?"

Can't tolerate the person on the other side not to be surprised, the big sword is the sword of a Jindan monk, the people in the rivers and lakes are called Bald Li, and he is also a ruthless character with a little reputation, but he was cut off by a Zhuji monk?

The drunken man added, "That foundation building monk is just a thin cat with a broken beard, and he has no ability, and he relies on that cyan long sword. ”

The person on the other side asked again: "The cyan long sword, could it be the Blue Mark Sect Supreme Treasure Qing Song Sword?" he just said, but shook his head again, how could the Blue Mark Sect Supreme Treasure be left outside, and it also fell into the hands of a foundation cultivator?

Before he could ask any more questions, the drunken man was already asleep, and there was no more to talk about, only a thunderous snoring.

Leng Xiao drank by himself, and when he heard the two of them talking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and it was not in vain that he deliberately fought with the bald man Li, and the speed of news spread seemed to be not slow. Although he could spread the news through the Blue Mark Sect, he was afraid that there were dark children in the door and it would affect the effect, so he did it himself.

How high a person's strength can be, in addition to personal cultivation and tricks, is a weapon. If the cultivation of the two is comparable, one is an iron sword and the other is a wooden sword, the result can be imagined.

Just when the man was a little disappointed, someone at the adjacent table said: "That weapon, called the horned soldier, is naturally not the Qingyu Sword! ”

Listening to this person's eloquent conversation, Leng Xiao couldn't help but turn his gaze and look at the man. In front of him, it was a lean man with a horse face, which made him feel a little familiar. He immediately set his eyes on the person opposite the horse-faced thin man, and his eyes were an extremely fat person, which was in stark contrast to the horse-faced thin man.

It's a little familiar when you look closely, but you can't name it. Leng Xiao shook his head slightly. The rivers and lakes are big, the rivers and lakes are small, it is inevitable to meet people with good faces, maybe they have seen it, or they may not have seen it.

"Dare to ask this benevolent brother's name?"

The horse-faced thin man arched his hand and said, "Don't give your surname Ma." ”

The man asked again: "Dare to ask Brother Ma, how can you be sure that the power of this horned soldier is above the Qingyu Sword?"

Although this person's words were modest, he obviously didn't believe it, and only thought that the thin man surnamed Ma was boasting. When people in the rivers and lakes drink, they can only believe three out of ten sentences. As the saying goes, after drinking, you spit out the truth, but there is also a sentence that wine is strong and intimidating. is a person who is silent, and he can break through the sky when he drinks two or two.

The thin man surnamed Ma suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Ma can still tell you that you can't do it? How can an ordinary five-grade spirit treasure be easily cut off by a four-grade spirit treasure? Not to mention, it is still in the hands of a foundation building monk?"

As soon as his voice fell, the people in the tavern all met their eyes with those who were traveling with him, and there was a subtle change in them.

As if he was afraid that others would not believe it, the thin man surnamed Ma swore to add a sentence of "seeing it with his own eyes", and even said when and where this incident happened. It's just that Leng Xiao didn't know when he went there, and he also cut off the big sword of the bald man Li there.

"Brother Niu, you can prove it for your brother. ”

The thin man surnamed Ma called out to the person opposite, and the fat man surnamed Niu was also drunk like mud, and at this moment, he raised his head a little dazedly when he heard the words, and hurriedly responded: "Exactly, Niu saw with his own eyes, that girl's legs are white, better than the moon and snow." ”

"Who told you about girls, long swords, horned soldiers!" the thin man surnamed Ma suddenly rebuked angrily.

The fat man surnamed Niu said "ah" again and said, "Yes, the skin is white and beautiful, and the chest is also big." ”

The drinkers present all laughed out loud. Seeing this, the thin man surnamed Ma couldn't help sulking, sat down to drink himself, and said no more. It's ridiculous, and within a moment, someone couldn't help but ask: "Dare to ask Brother Ma, do you know where the person with the horned soldiers is now?"

The thin man surnamed Ma glanced at him like a fool, and said: "Ma is not a roundworm in that person's stomach, how do you know where that person is now? Ma thinks that he doesn't have this strength, and he doesn't have the heart to covet it. ”

He doesn't covet it, but that doesn't mean that others aren't tempted. Seeing the embarrassed posture of many people bowing their heads and drinking and swallowing their saliva, the thin man surnamed Ma suddenly laughed mysteriously and dipped a few drops of wine from the cup.

He took a glass of wine and quickly wiped it on the table. With a few brushstrokes, a tall horse is portrayed very expressively, reflecting a thin ray of sunlight, which looks quite handsome. Although it gradually faded after a few breaths, it lost its form, but it was already imprinted in the hearts of everyone.

A person who reacted quickly hurriedly asked, "Brother Ma, did you remember that person's appearance?"

"Ma is not talented, and he has this bit of talent on paper. ”

As he spoke, the thin man surnamed Ma took out a picture scroll from his arms and folded it in half several times, so that he couldn't see the picture clearly. He took it out, and immediately someone pounced, snatched the scroll, and at the same time took out a piece of spirit crystal and put it in the hand of the thin man surnamed Ma.

The thin man surnamed Ma laughed and put away the spirit crystal. A person who reacted a little slower shouted: "Brother Ma, don't give the scroll to this person, just a spirit crystal, it's too stingy!"

Seeing that the person who snatched the scroll took the scroll into his arms, the thin man surnamed Ma said casually: "It's okay, this painting is not valuable." ”

As he spoke, he took out a picture scroll from his bosom and said loudly: "The portrait of the master of the horned soldiers, there is no reserve price, bid at will, and the one with the highest price will win!"

As soon as he said this, the person who had just moved quickly and snatched the scroll took out the drawing paper from his arms, opened it, slapped it on the table, and almost fainted from crying. I saw that the painting on the scroll was the bald man Li ......

The bald Li Saber was cut off, and it is estimated that his mood is as uncomfortable as his.

The thin man surnamed Ma added another sentence: "Ma is forgetful, this picture scroll is only this one, it is a hammer deal!"

Immediately, the bidding was everywhere, and even though many people remained skeptical, they still couldn't help bidding. Beyond the five-grade spirit treasure of the divine soldiers, everyone has an attitude of rather trusting it, in case of mistakes, regret for life.

In the end, it was auctioned by a person who seemed to be in shabby clothes with two spirit jades. It is often said that people should not be good-looking, looking at this person's ordinary appearance, shabby clothes, but the family background is not thin, ordinary monks, may not be able to save two spiritual jade in their lifetime.

The man got the picture scroll, trembling and wanting to open it, but the people around him were already facelessly surrounded him, he looked solemn, and put it away again.

Leng Xiao shook his head and chuckled, he deliberately chose a place where there were many people that day, and he didn't know who was waiting for him, but seeing that the two of them were talking nonsense, the accuracy of this picture scroll was probably not satisfactory.

He drank to himself and was unmoved, in stark contrast to others. But he sat in the corner, and no one noticed.

I don't know how many years this man has been saving, how can he resist not looking at this picture scroll? In this large public, he is not ashamed, and directly lifts his clothes and shrinks into it to peek.

When others see this, it is not good to peep again, there are those who laugh, and there are those who shake their heads and sigh.

The man glanced at the scroll, poked his head out suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and quickly drank and ate meat as if nothing had happened.

Leng Xiao paused for a moment in the cup in his hand, and saw that the afterglow took in the man's full picture.

"Little Er, check out!"

He drank two jars of wine, carried another jar, and stood up slowly, looking more than half drunk. Xiao Er's coarse cloth linen, with a rag on his shoulder, followed the sound.

After checking out and leaving, Leng Xiao drank while walking crookedly through the two alleys. The man in shabby clothes also sneakily followed. The footsteps are light, the landing is silent, not to mention cultivation, there must be a little bit of light achievement.

There were so many people on the street that there was no trace of cold depression in the blink of an eye. The man's steps quickened even more, and he hurried by, not seeing Leng Xiao leaning on the corner of the wall and drinking.

Leng Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, but what he was thinking about was not this man, but the two cows and horses. Obviously, on the picture scroll that the thin man surnamed Ma sold to this person, it was he who was painted, Leng Xiao.

Seeing that the man was about to turn into another alley, Leng Xiao's fingers loosened, the wine jar shattered into several petals, and the remaining wine flowed open, waving a pungent smell of wine, attracting a lot of attention.

The man suddenly paused, looked back, his heart was beating, and a pair of eyes were already glued to Leng Xiao's body, and he couldn't move it.

Leng Xiao didn't know where to take out a long sword, squinting his eyes and poking it behind his back, as if tickling. When the man saw this, his breathing became even more rapid, and he walked quickly towards Leng Xiao.

"Oh, brother, how did you drink like this!" he said, and was about to help Leng Xiao, but Leng Xiao did not resist. When the pedestrians saw this, they didn't look anymore. It's just a drunkard, and it's not very good-looking.

Before the man could be happy, his neck suddenly felt cold, and he heard Leng Xiao say lightly: "Leng Mou's sword, but it blows off his hair and sharpens iron like clay, this brother, would you like to give it a try?"

"No, no, brother, you're welcome, brother, let's go home first......" The man's eyes widened, and he cautiously poked out his two fingers to touch the sword of Leng Xiao's fingers.

He put his fingers on the long sword, and seeing that Leng Xiao did not react, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and slowly pushed the long sword away. At the same time, an idea arose in his heart to directly take away the horned soldiers.

At this moment, the sword burst through the air, bringing up a severed finger and a stream of scarlet blood.