Xu Ziling is not a person who likes what is in the cup, but drinking after killing someone is the habit of the senior Xu Qingxuan once told him.
He didn't understand why a peerless swordsman who was not afraid of killing and had killed countless people liked to drink after killing people.
Does it mean that he doesn't like killing people, so he likes to use alcohol to anesthetize himself after killing people?
But Qingxuan once said that the senior never seemed drunk when drinking, and he could stay absolutely sober no matter what time he was drinking.
What does it feel like to drink alcohol after killing someone?
The strong liquor entered the throat, the spicy mixture mixed with the clearness, like an indescribable carbon fire entering the throat, rolling along the esophagus and entering the stomach, a flame rose from the abdomen, and instantly spread everywhere along the blood vessels around the body,
It was as if the whole person was about to burn from the inside out.
Xu Ziling would never have tolerated this bold way of drinking.
But now he was suddenly able to bear it. The smell of blood on the sword was much stronger than the wine in the pot, but drinking this pot of wine actually completely neutralized it.
The coldness that was originally caused by the excessive explosion of zhenqi on his body gradually recovered under the impact of this pot of wine, and he seemed to have regained his own strength.
Drinking alcohol after killing someone is indeed a different feeling!
That senior once said: When drinking alcohol, the taste is not alcoholic, not clear, not fragrant, not strong. What is the taste of wine?
It can be lonely, aloof, cold and arrogant, heroic, or it can be a sword, a knife, a fist, or a palm!
What does the wine I taste taste like?
He looked at the wine in the pot and recalled the battle just now in his mind.
That battle looked like he was just strolling around in the courtyard, first he was playing with his sword, and then he killed him with one blow!
The peerless fierce man who ranks third among the eight masters of the Demonic Way is like a nobody, unable to stir up any waves and is defeated by his own sword.
If he had known that he was lying, if he had been prepared instead of being passive due to a wrong guess, maybe he could have easily killed himself by standing there and just looking at himself with a sneer.
Of course, nothing happens if...
Otherwise, if that senior was standing here, if he wanted to win, he might just take it as a leisurely stroll.
Unconsciously, Xu Ziling's mind flashed with the essence of swordsmanship in the sword canon, and he couldn't help himself for a long time.
At this time, no one in the audience spoke or moved, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Watching him kill people, drink wine, and think long and hard about wine.
Those who didn't know him were impressed by his aura, and secretly wondered which reclusive senior he was.
"I know you" is hesitant about how to come forward and speak.
But no matter who it was, no one dared or wanted to disturb the meditating "Sword God" at this time.
Just when the scene in Yinxiang Pavilion seemed to be frozen, a crisp sound of swords suddenly sounded, breaking the brief tranquility.
Xu Ziling caught a glimpse of a starlight approaching quickly from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously threw the wine bottle there.
It looks like an ordinary throw, but in fact it blocks the opponent's entire attack route with an extremely subtle technique, like a prophet predicting the future.
The man who drew the sword let out a sound of surprise, but when he chopped the wine pot into pieces, Xu Ziling was nowhere to be seen.
As Shuanglong travels around the world, another specialty is escaping. No matter what the situation is, they can always find a way out among the enemies. Otherwise, how could they survive today if they know the secret of Yang Gong's treasure house?
The person who drew the sword was the girl who questioned Xu Ziling's identity in the rain pavilion.
Just when she was about to chase the suspicious place, a figure suddenly blocked her in front of her.
"Yinxiang Pavilion is a romantic place, but I don't want Princess Dongming to be so elegant."
The speaker turned around, and it was Xie Hui, the leader of the martial arts alliance in central Sichuan.
This man is the sworn brother of Song Que from Tiandao, and is related to the Song clan by marriage. His son is married to Song Que's eldest daughter Song Yuhua, and he is a staunch ally.
"We, mother and daughter, came to Chengdu and did not visit the Lord of the Fortress in time. It was really rude."
Dongming Princess Shan Wanjing has a fiery personality, and since she stepped into Middle-earth, she has defeated many masters with her Thirteen Deadly Swords. Among her peers, only Dugu Feng from the Dugu family can compete with her, so she is very high-spirited.
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He didn't have any respect for martial arts seniors like Xie Hui. He even had a sudden increase in sword intent just now and was determined to challenge him.
Fortunately, her mother was not ignorant of the world and showed up in time to suppress the conflict that should not have occurred.
Not many people in the world know Mrs. Dongming's real name. They only know her surname is Shan. Only a few people know that she is Shan Meixian, the biological daughter of the Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan.
Xie Hui is one of these very few people, so he knows very well that the woman wearing a white veil in front of him may seem weak and humble, but her martial arts skills are actually unpredictable.
"Haha, it turns out that Mrs. Dongming is here too. It just so happens that as the host, Xie has to fulfill his duties as a landlord."
Xie Hui invited Mrs. Dongming and his daughter to visit the Duzun Castle together. As a powerful figure in the martial arts world in central Sichuan, no one present dared not give him face.
As for the guards of the Demon Sect, Xuan, Anlong, and Youniaojuan, they naturally fled the scene in a hurry when Xi Ying drank the hatred, and they had already lost their courage.
They no longer had any doubts about Xu Ziling's identity as the sword god he was pretending to be.
However, although Xie Hui, who was watching everything, had doubts, he still wanted to seek confirmation from the former martial arts prodigy in front of him.
Duzunbao and Dongming sent people to ride horses and walk on the street. Xie Hui finally couldn't help but wonder, "The sword god has returned to the world. Mrs. Dongming has witnessed everything. I wonder if she believes it is him?"
Shan Meixian smiled mysteriously under her veil and asked: "What does the Lord of the Fortress think of it?"
Xie Hui knew a little bit about the relationship between Shan Meixian and Xu Yin. Since he knew that they were ambiguous, then through the special relationship between men and women, Mrs. Dongming must have seen more than ordinary people.
However, I didn't expect that this woman had such a harsh tone and it was difficult to tell her true thoughts.
"The Kongji Wuhen Sword is famous throughout the world. I'm afraid no one else in the world can master that unique sword power."
"Then the Lord of the Fortress believes that he is the real sword god."
Xie Hui frowned and said: "No! This is absolutely impossible! Because the body of the Sword God was seen by Xie with his own eyes back then, and there is no way it could somehow come back to life!"
Shan Meixian said calmly: "Since the master of the castle has seen his body with his own eyes, we can know everything by checking his tomb."
Xie Hui smiled bitterly and said: "I did want to organize a funeral for him back then, but Xiuxin stopped me with all my strength. She took her daughter Qingxuan and the body of the sword god and went into seclusion in the mountains. I'm afraid no one else in the world can do it. Find the burial place of the Sword God."
Shan Meixian felt a little regretful. Her original purpose was to hope that Xie Hui would visit Xu Yin's grave to determine whether the person who appeared today was actually him.
That night, mother and daughter settled in the Duzun Castle. Shan Wanjing said nothing on the road, but she couldn't help but ask Shan Meixian at night.
"Mom, you really can't tell whether he is your father?"
Shan Meixian has taken off her veil and is sitting next to the window railing, holding her chin with her bare hands. Her appearance has not changed at all from forty years ago, as if she has been frozen in youth forever. Her appearance is cold and pretty, compared to the daughter beside her. No more concessions at all.