After all, Du Tong was also a well-known person in the world, so how could he argue with a young man?
I saw him clasping his fists with both hands, without saying anything more, walking quickly, taking long strides and disappearing into the sea of people.
The guest on the second floor opened the fan. The fan was a peacock sandalwood fan with twenty-speed ribs, and the fan pendant was a Bagua Yin Yang made of ordinary peach wood.
The handsome young man looked at Du Tong walking out of the inn, and smiled slightly. Jianghu is really interesting, and people in the Jianghu really don't cherish their lives.
"After running away from home for many years, after a little bit of training, your skills have reached the third level?"
The warrior who was wiping the sword shook his head and continued to concentrate on wiping the sword. What this young master dislikes the most is for others to brag or point at their cultivation realm. Men rely on their fists to compete with each other like a girl.
If you want to compete for oral pleasure, then what is the use of the third leg?
What he was wiping was a three-foot-long double dragon sword decorated with gems. It was luxurious but ordinary in style. It was not a famous sword, let alone one of the top ten famous swords in the world.
The young master holding the fan didn't like the sword, and even hated it. People don't hate something for no reason, but most people don't like to tell the reason.
"Mo Ming, don't you think it's weird? Others will have adventures like this when they travel around the world, or they often encounter bullies who molest good women and then appear like fairies with long swords and white clothes. But why did I go around the world, but...
It’s so boring!”
"It's rude to call my brother by his first name!" The fan-wielding master, who was called Mo Ming, put away his fan and patted the sword-wiping warrior on the forehead. The opponent didn't call out and didn't dodge. He just wiped his beloved sword. The fan-wielding master continued, "
It has been two years and seven months since you left Lincheng and came back. Your sister-in-law is still curious whether the little overlord of Jinling has three heads or six arms. It would be better for you. If you don't go back to Jinling City, how can you make an appointment with your brother for no reason?
Come here to the West? What is that Naga Huiming Pill?"
The warrior who was wiping his sword put down his sword: "In the West Land further west of the Evernight City, people there call Naga Huiming Pill an elixir given by God. I searched all over the country but couldn't find it. A year ago, I was in
The Nalan tribe met an ascetic."
"That ascetic told you that there would be something you want in the tavern in this city that never sleeps?"
The young master did not respond to his brother's words. Instead, he puffed up his cheeks like a frog in the field, as if asking his brother or himself: "Do you think Marquis Zhongxi has that thing?"
"Brother, it's strange that you practice Nine Stars Flying, draw swords quickly, and have sharp sword energy, but you still don't make any progress every time you compete with swords. It's better to ask your mother and let your father teach you the Mo family sword."
"You just have to do it. It's not my fault that I'm not good enough. I can only blame my mother and concubine." The sword-wiping warrior put the sword back into its sheath and continued, "Besides, your swordsmanship still has so many requirements, so what's the point of being sentimental?
It's ruthless and boring. But I've only been able to reach six stars with Nine Stars Fei Fu. When I reach nine stars someday, even if you take Mo Yujian, you won't be my opponent."
After all, the sword-wiping warrior is just a young master from a wealthy family. Even if he has traveled far and wide and traveled all over the world, he has not entered the Jianghu sect.
The young master suddenly frowned, wondering why he was being dragged into trouble by his brother again. Damn Mo Ming, it's not like he didn't know that his Qi source was congenitally damaged. He could only gather Qi in his Dantian, but could not absorb Qi luck.
achievement.
The young master frowned and said angrily: "Don't interrupt. When I was in that small tribe, I heard that there was a treasure in Lincheng that could control reincarnation and change destiny. I was very surprised."
"What baby?"
"The old woman was also vague. It's strange. How could I not know that there is such a powerful treasure in Lincheng."
Obviously the young master's elder brother, the young master with a scholarly air and a fan in his hand, didn't care about the pills in the young master's mouth. He spread his hands and asked the young master: "Yi Nuo, where is my brother's blood-streaked jade?"
The young master was reluctant to take off a piece of jade hanging from his neck, a drop-shaped black blood-streaked jade. He handed it to his elder brother and murmured: "When I left, you told me to wear it properly, what kind of amulet?"
, I haven’t seen you for more than two years, and it’s boring to ask for it back when we first met.”
The young master's elder brother, the young master named Mo Ming, put away the folding fan and tapped the young master lightly on the head. Then he returned the jade pusher to the young master and said jokingly: "Since Jiuxing Feifu doesn't care.
Qi Yuan's cultivation level is not good enough to practice sword practice. Brother Wei is by your side, and the amulet is just a thought, what other amulet do you need?"
The young master touched his head and said reluctantly: "Yes, yes, Mo Ming's cultivation level is a thousand times better than Yi Nuo's. When he returns to Jinling, he may not be able to be ignored by the old man."
Mo Ming looked at this fourteen-year-old cousin who was traveling all over the world alone, and couldn't help but laugh. Use hard work to make up for your weakness, use hard work to make up for your weakness, it's really hard for a little guy like you.
The woman in silver armor also wanted to leave the store. Before leaving, she put a piece of silver on the table, then turned around and walked out the door.
The bartender weighed the silver. It was a steamed bun and a bowl of wine. The wine was not served in a golden bowl, and the wine it contained was not a precious liquid. There was no way it was worth these two taels of silver.
Such Jianghu people are always interesting. They come and go without a trace, enjoy grudges and make mistakes, but never think twice about themselves.
Naturally, the bartender has an indifferent attitude towards money. The waiter has a bad taste. If he makes money, it will be struck by lightning from heaven. Besides, every time a customer gives broken silver as a reward, the bartender
Which time was it not thrown to myself?
There was no fun in the taverns later on. Although there were knights and knights in and out of the taverns, they were all gossiping about the taverns, which was boring.
Late at night, the bartender sighed slightly as he closed the last door panel, because he knew that he could no longer stay in this small fairyland building.
Although this last meal was simple, he still ate it slowly, as if it was the most delicious meal in the world and there would be no next meal after he finished it.
It was just a bowl of cold rice made of chazuke. The vegetables were insect-bitten vegetables bought by the poor blind old woman at the corner of the street and stir-fried by the busboy in the shop. He had been eating these for two years and seven months.
It didn't change from one day to the next. Occasionally he would drink some of his own wine, just like today.
Usually, the busboy will accompany me to eat slowly. After all, the busboy has never been to school and does not understand etiquette. He either sits randomly or yells loudly while eating. However, the bartender doesn't care. It's better to have someone to accompany you than to be alone.
It's better to be alone.
There was less than half a jar of wine left today. He ate a mouthful of rice with a mouthful of vegetables, but drank the wine in one gulp.
"Why, don't you buy me a drink?"
The speaker is half an old lady. Her youth has passed away, leaving only maturity and charm. Women cannot express the word amorous feelings before they reach a certain age.
"When a woman drinks alcohol, her beauty is easily destroyed."
"Teacher, are you in such a hurry?"
The bartender looked at this Persian woman with a Chinese name, Xu Qinghe, as if she was enjoying herself after a meal.
Back then, I fought against a group of demons with one sword and one sword. I killed eleven demons in Qianlong Bay with swords and blood stained the cliff. I heard that Qianlong Bay was also renamed "Devil-Slaying Cliff". It was vulgar and vulgar.
Although the cultivation he exuded at that time was of the colorless realm, the other party was not a fool. After all, he was a demon who was half a step into the primordial realm. He had used up eight lifetimes of luck before he died.
Not to mention that most of his skills in this life were useless, and his old illnesses were even worse. Fortunately, he was not discovered by the laws of heaven and earth as a living dead.
Although I can still survive, every cold night, my mother, my skin is dry and chapped, not to mention invisible cuts by the blades of cold wind. Wrapped in a quilt to keep out the cold, I still sweat all over my body, and the sweat is as cold as cold dew. If this is the case, that's it, but
It gets even worse in the second half of the night, my internal organs are on fire, and I always feel like I'm going to die.
But is it just a matter of complaining, muttering, and seeking death? Sometimes it is indeed difficult.
"Teacher's injury has healed?" Xu Qinghe poured the wine into the bowl, picked it up and took a sip. Only when the wine entered her throat did she regret it. The wine was indeed not good to drink, sweet and bitter.
Xu Qinghe's blood began to boil, and her skin began to become cold. She had the feeling that her blood was about to explode and splash, and her blood vessels were as hard to break as hard iron. Finally, she laughed, laughing uncontrollably.
When it was daybreak, Xu Qinghe was lying on the bed, her own bed. Her clothes were intact and her breathing was smooth.
I hurried downstairs and saw that nothing had changed. The busboy picked up from the street by the bartender had changed his clothes and was refilling the drinks for the guests.
Pulling on his clothes, he couldn't help but smile. Thinking about it, when he met the teacher, he was just a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.
The bartender of Xianju House is still there, but the man she rescued from the desert like a wild dog has disappeared.
The pretty widow returned to her room and was surprised to find a broken wooden box nearly half a foot long in front of her dressing table. Could it be that she didn't see it because she went out in a hurry just now?
There was a piece of paper placed on the box. The handwriting was really not flattering. It said "Liu Shancheng Mingwang, Wang Qinghe will entrust the destiny to the destined person in the future" and another line of small characters said "Regret Man".
Although the wood of this big box is tattered, the method of locking it is very interesting and magical.
Xu Qinghe's heartfelt words: "Sorry!"
The broken wooden box opened on its own, and golden light suddenly appeared, making the house seem to be illuminated by Buddha's light.
Inside the box is a long knife, with a straight blade and a slight curve at the end. Interestingly, this knife has no tangs. The blade has uneven gaps, as if it has not been polished and repaired after the war. There is slight rust on both sides, and the scabbard is
But it is full of Buddhist scriptures.
Xu Qinghe gently touched the knife, which was called the "Mountain City Ming King". The originally dim knife suddenly glowed bright yellow, and then dimmed.
But just such a faint ray of Buddha's light caused a murder for this small shop in Xicheng.
The arrogant bartender was called Yan Xiao. Yan Xiao left the Xianju Building because someone found him and gave him a red coat and a mask with a ghost face.
He was indeed afraid, not of death, but of a demon who had saved him many times in the course of time. The same was true, and he had to go see this demon.
Speaking of Yan Xiao, some people say he is dozens of years old, and some say he is hundreds of years old, but he looks no different from a young man in his mid-twenties. People would think that perhaps those who seek immortality and seek Taoism will not age easily.
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The busboy became a bartender, and his monthly salary increased a lot, but he had to eat alone at night.
From time to time, I always think of Mr. Bartender's appearance when he drank too much. He would always brag that he was once famous all over the world and could roam freely with a single sword. He also folded his wings and became invisible in the court in an attempt to eradicate evil. However, after all, he was a warrior in the world.
He was stupid and didn't understand the power and calculations, so he ended up in a position where he was not tolerated by others, so he had to give up his skills and hide his name.
But what he said always didn't match the preface and the follower, so the busboy often behaved like a butler and talked nonsense after getting drunk, and just let it go.
But the busboy only listened to the nonsense of the wine-keeper, but forgot one thing. The wine-keeper once said that his real name was "Yan Xiao".
In the world, there are people who are called "venerable" without using their hands. This Yan Xiao was once one of them. The Buddha said "non-duality", the non-duality of the venerable ones.
Speaking of Yan Xiao, it has been widely rumored in martial arts circles that he has two apprentices.
One is the living venerable Master Ying Ruge who has inherited all his immortal teachings. The other is the adopted son of Zhong Nanyan in Huamanxic City and the current Lord of the Nightless City, Zhong Xihou.
If Ying Ruge and Zhong Xihou were brothers in the same sect, no one would say otherwise. However, for more than ten years, the two had never met each other, not to mention that there was no connection between the skills they learned.
If Du Tong hadn't passed by the City that never sleeps by chance and went back to Muhan Tower to report and described the appearance of the bartender, Ying Ruge would never have thought that Yan Xiao was in the City that never sleeps.
Year after year, Yan Xiao was in the city that never sleeps, and Zhong Xihou was completely unaware of it. Thinking about it, it was more interesting than Ying Ruge finding Yan Xiao.
Speaking of this city that never sleeps, the city that never sleeps is located in the western border of the country, where China and the Earth are connected. Anyone who has a caravan going out to do business knows to leave a treasure to pay tribute to this place.
The city that never sleeps is not big, each of the twelve cities in the world has three or four counties, and more than ten counties. The city that never sleeps is only half a county in size, but it is the richest among the twelve cities in the world. Because it is located where the sun returns, night has changed to the east,
However, it is still daytime here. The days are long and the nights are short all year round. It is called a city that never sleeps.
The sky is misty, the rain is pouring, the clouds cover the sun, and ghosts are parading.
July is the season when hundreds of ghosts appear. On such days, monks and Taoists always make money. In the city lord's house, Ke Qing Shunan is regarded as a Taoist king and is also a Taoist priest, so he will also be very busy.
He wrote no less than 500 pieces of cinnabar on the bright yellow talisman paper. However, it was only April, and his talisman paper was written for the black armor of the Nightless City to travel through the desert to ensure safety.
The man sitting at the stone table looked at the setting sun in the west and took a breath. The stone table was engraved with a chessboard. This chessboard has been used by men to put swords, clean swords, and sharpen swords. Every time Daojun sees it,
When a man did this, he couldn't help but nag him once, but although the man agreed every time, he only listened with one ear and the other.
"The envoy from Lincheng has left?"
Shu Nan put down the red pen in his hand and nodded without saying anything. He took another piece of purple talisman paper, bit his finger and turned the blood into ink and wrote on the talisman paper.
"I heard that this person is a close confidant of the Second Young Master. Have you been chatting for a long time?"
Shu Nan paused for a moment and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's been long enough, he asked Xiao Dao to assist the king to come to the city. Lord Marquis, what do you think Xiao Dao should do?"
Zhong Xihou stood up and took the sword that was placed on another stone bench, and said softly: "You are not my slave. You don't have to ask me everything you like. Just don't betray Daye. By the way, listen to the spies,
The third young master of Lincheng, that young prince Zhu, is also in the city that never sleeps these days. Accompanying him is the grandson of King Jinling, whose surname is Mo. He is also quite capable in Taoism. If you have nothing to do, you can meet him."
After saying that, the Lord of the Nightless City left the small courtyard.
After Daojun listened blankly to the city lord's long words, he couldn't help but smile and didn't take it to heart.
This continent has been fighting for many years, but it has only been at peace in recent years. Only then has the twelve cities had a chance to breathe and develop.
It's interesting to say that the city that never sleeps borders many countries, but it can prosper the dynasty in troubled times, and it is not easy for the people to live in peace. But how many miraculous talents are there to use their wisdom to realize their ambitions? Zhong Xihou never forces others, and he is very concerned about Shu Nan's departure and stay.
It's also average.
When the wind blows, the desert becomes even more desolate. It is impossible to search for signs of life in the vast expanse. However, if you look at a desert for more than ten years, will people change? Will people become crazy? Can people be heartless?
In five or six years, he will not be confused. He is supposed to be the father of several children, but he is alone and a widow.
The desert is ruthless, and people who feel sleepy and tired during the journey may be buried in the sand and sleep in the desert. Therefore, the desert at night makes people even more chilling, and the desolation is even more eerie and cold.
A ball of flame in the distant sky was getting closer and closer, and as I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a flaming phoenix, with a man in red sitting cross-legged on the phoenix's back.
Three or four feet above the ground, with two "bang" and "bang" sounds, the flaming phoenix instantly turned into a bright red feather, which was put into the sleeve of the visitor.
Although he hadn't seen him for many years, how could he forget who the man in red was.
Zhong Xihou looked at Yan Xiao for a few times. He was as energetic as before. No one would have expected that he would be like this more than ten years ago.
Maybe the appearance of a person who cultivates immortality will not change.
"Master, it is true that he has not changed."
"You have changed, you have become darker, you have become more manly, and naturally, you are more handsome.