After speaking, Yi Shuihan didn't bend his legs, his back didn't bend, and he pounced on Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhijun straight and fluttering.

Duan Zhijun held his sword in both hands and shouted: "Thief, Hugh is rampant, I will fight with you today!"

Duan Yuntu knew that Duan Zhijun was not Yi Shuihan's opponent at all, and if he had a face-to-face encounter with Yi Shuihan like this, he was afraid that with just one move, he would be injured under Yi Shuihan's palm.

Therefore, Duan Yuntu hurriedly rushed over diagonally, pushed Duan Zhijun to the side, and said loudly: "Jun'er, go quickly!" and then used a Taiji Yin and Yang Sword to dissolve most of Yi Shuihan's palm power, and then retreated, jumping out of the enveloping range of Yi Shuihan's palm.

Duan Yuntu's advance and retreat were only in the flicker, although he did not directly touch Yi Shuihan's palm power, he could still really feel the huge pressure.

And Duan Zhijun was pushed away by Duan Yuntu at a critical moment, so he didn't feel the power of Yi Shuihan's palm power. When he saw Yi Shuihan hitting Duan Yuntu, he said loudly behind him: "Big brother, you don't have to protect me, let our brothers fight side by side, I want to see how powerful this thief is." It's a big deal, our brothers are dying together!"

After speaking, he rushed towards Yi Shuihan's back.

Yi Shuihan slapped Duan Yuntu with one palm, feeling the wind behind him, and knew that it was Duan Zhijun who rushed up. He didn't even look back, stretched out his left arm, swept his big sleeve behind him, and a strong internal force hit Duan Zhijun.

Duan Zhijun suddenly felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and had difficulty breathing, and his body flew backwards several feet involuntarily, falling heavily to the ground, and fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Duan Yuntu knew that there was no hope of escape, so he simply faced it calmly. With a wave of his hand, a sword stabbed at Yi Shuihan's throat.

When he really faced life and death, his heart calmed down, no longer worried, no longer suffering from gains and losses.

just turned his state of mind into sword intent, and used one move at a time. At this time, his heart was on this sword, and he forgot everything outside of his body.

After more than ten moves, Yi Shuihan laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that your kid's swordsmanship is still a little interesting, but what's the use of this? You can't change the fate of being slapped to death by the old man." ”

After speaking, Yi Shuihan slapped his hands continuously, forcing Duan Yuntu to the point that a sword could not be pierced only halfway. Then Yi Shuihan suddenly flipped his wrist, changed his palm into a hand, and performed a very strange grappling technique.

Somehow, the sword in Duan Yuntu's hand arrived in Yi Shuihan's hand.

Duan Yuntu threw away his sword, clenched his hands into fists, and struck at Yi Shuihan with a snort. He has a family history, and his boxing skills will naturally not be weak.

But halfway through his fist, he suddenly saw Yi Shuihan take a sharp breath, and then yelled at him, the roar was like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, like thunder, like a bell.

Duan Yuntu was shocked and flew backwards, fell to the ground, only to feel that the world was spinning, dizzy and tinnitus.

In the last moment before he fainted, he saw a gray shadow flash like lightning, blocking a sword that Yi Shuihan slashed at him for him. The man's figure flickered, turning into a dozen figures, and the long sword in his hand flashed like a meteor. The sword lights intertwined into a power grid, enveloping Yi Shuihan.

When Duan Yuntu woke up, he found himself lying on a very flat rock, surrounded by lush vegetation and a pleasant fragrance of flowers. In particular, there is a large field of roses not far away, with roses of various colors blooming. When the sun is in the sky, the warm sunlight shines on the face, and it feels very comfortable.

He suddenly smelled the smell of roasted meat, a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Duan Yuntu sat up, turned his head to look, and saw a person sitting by the lake not far away, roasting a tilapia.

Since the man was facing him sideways, Duan Yuntu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he felt that this figure was somewhat familiar, and he should have seen it somewhere.

The man heard the movement and asked, "Are you awake?" and what do you think?" but he did not look back, but still sat there, flipping the grilled fish in his hand as if he were talking to himself.

Duan Yuntu was also a little familiar with this voice, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. He walked over to the man and asked, "Feel comfortable, did you save me?"

When he saw the man's face, he finally recognized this man as the man he had met in the tavern at the foot of the snowy mountain. The man invited himself to a glass of wine.

He couldn't help but let out a "ah" and said, "It's you!"

The man nodded, and did not answer his words, but handed him half a grilled fish in his hand and said, "I've slept for most of the day, are you hungry?" ”

Duan Yuntu was indeed hungry, so he took the grilled fish and ate it unceremoniously. Although this fish does not have any seasonings, it tastes crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of fragrant, and does not feel dull at all.

And this flavor is something I used to eat when I was a child, and I haven't eaten it since I left home.

Duan Yuntu took a few bites, untied the wine gourd from his waist, shook it, and found that the wine inside had been drunk, and sighed and said, "If there is another pot of fine wine, it will be great!"

The man on the other side smiled, and also took off a wine gourd from his waist and handed it to Duan Yuntu and said, "Come, you can taste this from me." ”

Duan Yuntu took the wine gourd, unplugged it, and immediately smelled a strange fragrance. He tried to take a sip, only to feel a cool line of wine, from his throat to his abdomen, without the slightest spicy smell, but with a fresh fragrance of roses.

Duan Yuntu blurted out: "Rose?"

The man laughed and said, "Yes, this wine is my own rose wine." The little brother is really understanding. ”

When Duan Yuntu heard that this wine was actually brewed by himself, he couldn't help but admire this person even more, he returned the wine gourd and said, "Sir, it's really a good craft! ”

The man took the wine gourd and said, "Okay!" After taking a sip, he handed the wine gourd to Duan Yuntu, and said in his mouth: "The two of them drink the mountain flowers and bloom, cup after cup." ”

Duan Yuntu took a sip of wine, shook the wine gourd and smiled: "Three cups lead to the avenue, one bucket is natural!"

The man's eyes widened, he looked at Duan Yuntu and asked, "You also like Li Bai's poems?"

Duan Yuntu said: "Of course. Li Bai's poems have survived more than 1,000 pieces, and his poetry style is majestic and bold, and he is known as a poet immortal. Each of his poems is so chic and smooth, and catchy. Especially his drinking poems, the artistic conception is wonderful, and the words are beautiful.

For example, this song "Will Enter the Wine": The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and do not want to wake up. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

(End of chapter)