In Mo County, Lincheng, it was the same three-story tavern where Xu Qinghe was on the streets.
Yan Xiao, who was dressed in a red robe, was drinking at the same table with three other people in gray or brown robes. The auras of these three people were so hidden that even the masters of the Hongmeng realm of martial arts could not figure it out. What Yan Xiao drank was naturally his own.
The other three were more comfortable with the bitter and sweet wine than he was, and ordered nearly fifty taels of the best wine in the store.
Although there is Weeping Tea Wine in the store, these three people are not willing to drink wine similar to Yan Xiao's private collection. It is bitter and sweet, and there is no taste.
"Are you like Xiao Wen, who drinks with peace of mind?" Yan Xiao was like a strict father scolding the handsome young man in gray clothes sitting on his left.
The handsome young man in gray clothes put down his wine bowl, looked at Yan Xiao doubtfully, and asked: "Master, why don't you let me come forward? I am just a world sword sect."
Sitting opposite Yan Xiao, the handsome young man whom Yan Xiao called Xiaowen laughed and said: "Second brother, second brother, you are hundreds of years old, and you still look like a stupid young man..."
Before he finished speaking, the man he called second brother turned to glare at him. The young man immediately rolled his eyes and picked up the wine bowl and continued drinking. It was interesting to think about it. He was traveling in the world, and everyone in the world
, the immortals in the sky, with a spear in hand, who dares to block the road? But with these people around me, I have no choice but to become the youngest.
"If I ask you to destroy the Tianxia Sword Sect, you can solve all kinds of problems. Why don't you do it yourself, Master?"
"Brother, Master is doing this for your own good, but I have a suggestion that can really relieve your anger."
The man who spoke had long ago given up his previous name, and now he calls himself No Knife, or Buried Knife. And he and Xiao Wen's second senior brother had also long ago given up their previous names, and now they call themselves Hidden Blades. Come to think of it,
Interestingly, the sword is hidden and the knife is buried, and Xiaowen even calls himself Broken Gun.
How much do these three brothers look down on the masters of martial arts who practice swords and guns in the world?
Zangren asked: "Third brother, please say goodbye to my mother-in-law!"
Wu Dao glanced sideways at Zang Ren, obviously unhappy, but still explained: "Senior Brother, if the Tianxia Sword Sect really does something to leave the cabinet, I will ask Lao Qi to steal Kongwu Qingzhi for you. As for me,
Let Lao Qi steal Shancheng Mingwang, and we will go to the Tianxia Sword Sect and kill all the people who are above the level of heavenly immortal..."
"Second brother and third brother, what about me?" Duanqiang Xiaowen was not happy. He was afraid of the table and was obviously very dissatisfied that he was not part of the fun.
Wu Dao was about to speak, but when he heard Yan Xiao cough lightly, the three of them immediately fell silent.
"Kongwu Qingzhi, if you like it, just take it. King Ming of Shancheng, you don't have to think about it, I have already borrowed it from you."
Wu Dao stood up immediately, put his hands on the table, and asked: "Master, this is different from what you said. You said it yourself. I have experienced two tribulations of gods and demons, so you sent King Shancheng Ming to me..."
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Duanqiang comforted his third senior brother and sat down, like a peacemaker, and said: "Third brother, what are you in a hurry? Master said, it's a loan, not a gift. Besides, don't you still have two more tribulations from gods and demons?"
It's been more than a hundred years, can you still live until then..."
Wu Dao turned his head and glared at him. Duan Qian was depressed. He would never be such a bully. Suddenly, he really missed the happy time when he was a mortal. Alas, if he hadn't almost died at that time, he wouldn't be willing to become a master.
Under the disciples, now, the two senior brothers always make me do odd jobs and run errands, and their lives are miserable.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xiao snorted coldly, and then said: "Do your three brothers still have to pretend in front of my master? Can Prince Ming of Shancheng be taken out? You have nothing to do, what did you do when you went to Muhan Tower?"
Upon hearing this, apart from breaking their spears, the two swordsmen were speechless.
Suddenly, the three of them noticed a strong pressure, and their eyes suddenly changed.
He dipped his fingers into the wine and shot it towards the source of the strong pressure. The wine turned into a long knife shaped like a wild goose feather and flew through the air. But strangely, the knife passed through the body of the drinker at the next table.
The drinker only felt a slight chill in his body, but had no other discomfort.
There was a loud roar, and all the restaurant guests were shocked. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran out to join in the fun. But the four masters and apprentices at this table continued to drink as if nothing had happened.
While people were still discussing what happened, a handsome young man dressed in blue and holding a folding fan came in.
He walked up to the four of them with light steps, and bowed respectfully. He didn't care if he had a hidden blade or no sword, and continued to pick up peanuts and throw them into his mouth. The broken gun was like a monk two feet tall.
"Master, second senior brother, third senior brother. This one, with his refined temperament, is probably the sixth senior brother. Junior brother Jian Yuting has met the master and the three senior brothers."
Jian Yuting? Duanqiang understood, smiled stupidly, and said: "Who am I? It makes people think that some immortal hunter has come to kill me. It turns out that you are Xiao Twelve."
"Lao Liu, sit down!"
Zangren shouted, and Duanqiang reluctantly sat down again. He was enthusiastic and moved his buttocks, leaving half of the long bench free for Jian Yuting.
"Xiao Yu, how is things going?"
"Reply to Third Senior Brother, there is a good player in Yanyun Cavalry. He has a pair of bloody hands and can restrain Junior Brother's cultivation. I'm afraid, but I can't do anything."
No sword frown, bloody hand?
"Master, did you kill the weeds at that time but not the roots?"
Duanqiang interrupted again, filled a bowl of wine for Wu Dao, and said: "Third brother, what are you talking about? If you really want to eradicate the weeds, do you just hope that the master will burp his shit as soon as possible, so that you can take over the king of Shancheng Ming?"
Do you have it yourself?”
The man who had no swordsmanship used his right hand as a sword, as if he was ready to kill his sixth brother with a knife. Duanqiang felt aggrieved, so he had to pretend to be dumb again and drink.
Jian Yuting couldn't help but snicker when she saw this scene, but she didn't dare to show it, it was really uncomfortable to hold it in.
Master Yan Xiao had thirteen disciples. Except for Zhong Xihou, who was ranked eleventh in the same generation as him, and Ying Ruge, who was the thirteenth youngest, he had only seen the second and the same disciples.
Three’s two senior brothers.
I thought that these characters who transcended the category of ordinary immortals were extremely cold and unruly, but unexpectedly, each one turned out to be more like a rogue monkey than the last one.
Duanqiang's nose moved slightly, as if he was sniffing the strange smell in the air. His eyes shot out two blue lights and stared at Jian Yuting. Jian Yuting couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. That feeling was actually fear.
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Duan Qiang grabbed Jian Yuting's hand again, clasping his wrist and veins with his fingers. Jian Yuting lost all strength in his left hand in an instant and was unable to resist. The movement lasted only a moment, Duan Qiang looked at Yan Xiao with a confused look on his face, Yan Xiao remained silent
Gu Zi drank and was stunned.
"Old Liu, everyone has his own ambitions and his destiny." When Zangren said this, he suddenly became cold, just like the time when he gave Wang Sword Long Yao to Ying Ruge, like a living dead, and there was no sound in his voice.
Show no emotion at all.
"You bastard, how much do you want to die? How did you do such a thing?" Duangqian acted like a gangster giving a lesson to a young gangster. He went up and gave Jian Yuting a chestnut on the forehead. Jian Yuting originally planned to avoid it.
But strangely, his body seemed to be tied up and unable to move.
At that moment, it was really unforgettable pain.
Jian Yuting once thought that Yan Xiao fell in love with him because she was too talented. She had been wondering what it was about an ordinary warrior like Zhong Xihou that Yan Xiao fell in love with. As for Ying Ruge, he was just a trickster.
, to put it bluntly, I disagree.
When I met the second senior brother and the third senior brother, I just thought that they had hundreds or almost a thousand years of Taoism, so I couldn't do anything difficult. But the sixth senior brother hadn't even experienced the tribulation of gods and demons, so why did he just make a move and let himself compare?
Ants are even worse.
It was this chestnut that hurt into the bone marrow that made Jian Yuting suddenly feel that life was not bad.
"Lao Liu, stop making trouble."
Even without a knife, he became serious and looked at Jian Yuting. Those red and phoenix eyes were as vast as stars, and he could not see through them no matter what.
Zangren picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, put it down, smashed it, and said: "Xiaoyu, if I teach you three points of skill to my brother, you might be able to defeat the world's sword sects?"
Yan Xiaotong remained calm even without a knife, but with the gun broken, he was as dumbfounded as if he heard someone had won ten million taels of silver in a gambling house with a copper plate.
Jian Yuting was silent for a long time, sighed, but shook her head.
Zangren couldn't help but frown, obviously asking Jian Yuting, the reason?
"Second senior brother may have forgotten that Twelve is working for Yan Yunqi in the human world."
"Then what does it have to do with you putting an end to the world's sword sect's troubles?"
"Third Senior Brother, if Twelve takes action, the Hongmeng Heart with those bloody hands will definitely take action. By then, Twelve's body cultivation will be suppressed, and he will be like a wild dog on the street. Twelve is not selfish. Such actions are just useless.
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Duanqiang was about to say something, but the hidden blade pressed his shoulder. He felt a pain in his left shoulder and screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jian Yuting looked at it and even suppressed his internal injuries. "Hey, hey, hey, a few senior brothers"
, you are all hundreds of years old, you are not the best among men, you are already the monster among men, how can you be like a teenage doll.
Yan Xiao drank the remaining one-third of the wine in the wine bowl, put down the wine bowl, and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He cleared his throat and said, "My teacher once gave Zhong Nanyan eight
The word means that the land in the west is a lord, and does not involve the Central Plains."
Hidden blade, no knife, broken gun, these three brothers didn't take it seriously. Jian Yuting really thought about it, and then suddenly realized. Zhong Xihou, it turned out to be this.
"It's a pity that Xiaoxi finally followed the way of heaven. The cause has been revealed, no matter what the consequences, no matter whether he is a teacher or you brothers, you can't interfere."
The three of them, Hidden Blade, No Knife, and Broken Spear, were also thoughtful. To be honest, the three of them were just like Jian Yuting, wondering why Yan Xiao would accept Zhong Xihou as his disciple. Similarly, in the past thirty years, he has
Without showing any celestial talent, what can a mortal warrior do even if he sets foot on the peak of Hongmeng?
"This child Ru Ge is different from Xiao Xi. Everything Ru Ge is doing today is all caused by the teacher. The calamity of reincarnation has come, and it is because of the teacher's selfishness that he asks you to help your little junior brother."
Among the brothers, except Zangren, the other three looked at each other with six eyes, not knowing why. Zangren filled a bowl of wine for himself and drank it all in one gulp.
"Master, it's better for my disciple to transform into a god and defeat the sword sects in the world."
Duanqiang looked at his second senior brother as if he were an idiot, shook his head and sighed, feeling as if he hated iron. Wu Dao gave him a look, and Duanqiang immediately became obedient like a little puppy.
"Second brother, whether you have transformed into a god or not, you just can't go to the Tianxia Sword Sect. Why don't you let your junior brother go find your former sect members, and let the people in the human world solve the matters in the human world by themselves."
Jian Yuting was confused when he heard what he said. He wanted to ask, but hesitated. He sighed, Comrade is on the right, and a thousand years can only last a day for a child to play. Suddenly, Jian Yuting felt that her consciousness was confused between her brows, and her inner breath was divided into eight kinds of energy.
, as if he was about to explode out of his body. The five senses of the broken gun were so sharp, and the movement was so fast that all he could see was that his hand turned into an afterimage, and eight rays of immortal energy shot out and penetrated into Jian Yuting's body.
Then, he put his fingers on Jian Yuting's temples and closed his eyes to explore, but his brows were furrowed.
"Boy, how mean are you?" Suddenly, Duanqiang came out with such a scolding. Except for Yan Xiao, Zangbian and Wu Dao were all confused. Duanqiang was about to speak, but he heard Yan Xiao cough and had to take it back.
When the words come to his lips, he pretends to be mute.
"Ru Ge's matter is settled, Xiao Yu, you should take care of yourself."
Jian Yuting adjusted her inner breath. Although there was still a dull pain between her brows, it was no longer a serious problem and she replied: "Master, there is no need to worry."
Zangren was about to speak but stopped, and finally had to fill up another bowl for himself and drank it all. After thinking for a while, Zangren turned his fingers into swords and shot out a stream of energy, pouring it into the center of Jian Yuting's eyebrows. Jian Yuting felt like an immortal
The situation was like a sea of clouds rolling over me, but I felt like my whole body was on fire for a moment under ice. After a bowl of wine, I was refreshed and in high spirits.
he got up
He cupped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully: "Thank you so much, Second Senior Brother!"
"Xiaoyu, I don't agree with your choice, but I respect your choice. When you live in this world, you don't want to win the world, but you want to have no regrets."
"Disciple, please follow your master's teachings." After saying that, he went out and left.
Duanqiang looked confused, looking at his master and his two senior brothers. He wanted to ask, but was afraid of being laughed at by the two senior brothers. In the end, he swallowed all his doubts with a bowl of wine.
Zangren repeated his original words: "Master, you really can't allow me to kill the Sword Sect in the world and wipe out his whole family?"
Duanqian drank the second bowl of wine, and when he heard it, he spat it out. The wine almost sprayed onto Yan Xiao, who was sitting directly opposite him. He saw that his right hand without a knife reached out and sucked it from palm to claw. The sprayed out
A mouthful of wine gathered into a ball, and then with a wave of his hand, the water ball gathered from the wine flew towards Duangqiang, who opened his mouth to swallow it, smashing it, smashing it in his mouth.
On the other side of the lobby, the three old men in white robes couldn't help but marvel when they saw this scene, praising Wu Dao for his internal strength at such a young age.
Zangren noticed the gaze behind him and looked back. The three old men in white robes actually shivered all over. The three old men in white robes understood that the four young people at this table were not kind, so they picked up their swords and hurried out.
Zangren looked at the three people leaving, his fists clenched loudly, and said softly: "I really want to kill these three immortals."
Upon hearing this, Duan Qiang suddenly spat out another mouthful of wine. He was caught off guard, and this time it sprayed directly onto Wu Dao's face. Duan Qian felt that his life was in danger, so he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, pulled away and jumped out of the restaurant like a cat. Wu Dao was of no use.
I wiped my face with my hands. Fortunately, Lao Liu didn't have bad breath, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as repairing it.
Likewise, the body turned into a phantom and chased away.
The two chased each other all the way, causing chaos in the small street. Yan Xiao just laughed softly and had no intention of stopping it. Zangren came slightly closer and asked: "Master, I'm afraid Liu Sanqing's end is coming."
Yan Xiao couldn't help but frown, sighed, and said: "This kid is as stubborn as you, so why doesn't he understand that it's better to live than to die? If he doesn't have the energy of the Emperor Dragon to help him, he may really lose his soul."
"My disciple noticed the energy of the Emperor Dragon in the Nightless City that day, but the direction was very far away. Even though Qu'er flew nearly ten thousand miles away, he still couldn't find the source."
Yan Xiao also didn't know how to answer, so he expressed his confusion: "It's strange for me, my teacher, that neither I nor that young man have the energy of the Emperor Dragon in their body. It seems that my teacher harmed this Sanlang Liu family for his own selfish reasons and left him dead." She protected Ru Ge, but was harmed by Ru Ge’s ghost-controlling body.”
"Then why don't I go down and ask Lord Dongyin for something?"
Yan Xiao waved his hand and said: "The underworld is troubled by dream demons, and the Lord of Dongyin is afraid that he is too busy to deal with it. If you continue to provoke him, how can you possibly be able to talk to him?"
Zangren thought in his mind, and it seemed to be such a truth. Suddenly, Yan Xiao said something, which made Zangren almost spit out the drink, swallowed it forcefully, and choked and coughed.
"Second brother, I realize that my time as a teacher is approaching, so I will leave Kongwu Qingzhi to you."
Zangren pressed his hand on the table and stared at Yan Xiao, asking: "Master, didn't you already..."
Yan Xiao didn't let him finish, he shook his head and said: "After all, loose immortals are not real immortals. Immortals still have their lifespan, let alone being a teacher? You and I have had a master-disciple relationship for seven hundred years..."
"It's seven hundred and seventy-six years."
This correction made Yan Xiao dumbfounded. He nodded and said, "Okay, okay, seven hundred and seventy-six years. How about my master and your master-disciple relationship for seven hundred and seventy-seven years before my soul returns to nature?"
Zangren was like a little child at this moment, barely wiping his tears secretly.
He had heard that the old man would be inspired before his death, not to mention people like Yan Xiao who could be regarded as immortals. He raised the wine jar, but did not pour the wine this time, and took a few big gulps at the mouth of the jar.
"Okay, since the senior brother is gone, the eldest brother is like a father, and the disciple will arrange the twelve heavenly tribulations. The disciple can guarantee that if anyone dares to disobey the rules, the disciple will kill him... ···”
Yan Xiao was stunned, and just like his second and third disciples bullying the sixth, he rewarded Zangren with a chestnut. Zangren screamed out in pain, and the old boy secretly cursed Yan Xiao in his heart for being so harsh. , but he never thought that their sixth child had been tortured by him and Wu Dao for hundreds of years.
Let’s talk about Wu Dao and Duan Qian who ran into the street to fight. Although the difference in cultivation between the two was nearly three hundred years, in terms of ordinary kung fu, they were both outstanding warriors in the human world, so there was not much difference.
The two ran and chased each other. When they caught up, they fought, and then one continued to run and the other continued to chase.
By accident, Broken Gun almost hit a girl dressed as a daughter of a wealthy family. Fortunately, he was very skilled and could not avoid it for a moment.
At the same time, he became interested in this girl. She looked so weak, but at the moment when he was about to bump into her, he cleverly moved to avoid his body. It did not remind him of the time when he was really still a teenager. I have beautiful memories of being in the street, having a fight with my companions, and bumping into a beautiful and weak woman.
It's a pity that the beauty is no longer there, but he has lived on for almost five hundred years.
Wu Dao calmed down his breath and stepped forward to help the girl who was leaning on the stall to stand up. However, he heard an angry curse. Although it was an angry curse, the voice was also somewhat playful.
"That gangster, why don't you let go of your pervert claws?"
A rather cute-looking girl, fair and petite, with her hair styled in a bun like two cat ears, rushed out arrogantly.
Just listen to this cute and cute girl muttering: "It's bad luck to meet these rude people when you go out to buy some suitable clothes for the young village owner and the savages."
The two brothers, Wu Dao Duan Qiang, looked at each other and naturally understood each other's meaning. Wu Dao Duan Qiang stretched out his hand to put on the playful girl's shoulder. The playful girl Mo Qu'er opened it with her hand and shouted: "You are a prodigal son, in Mo County.
You dare to tease me in broad daylight, you are so tired of living!"