Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Sitting in Zhang Ming's arms, Xiao Qi flicked her tail, but she touched Zhang Ming's chin. Zhang Ming also caressed, and just stroked Xiao Qi lightly.

Zhang Ming picked up the jug on the table and poured out a glass.

When the wine enters the throat, it pricks the throat and pungent the mouth.

Not a great wine, but strong enough.

But the old man came over and sat opposite Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, looked up at the old man, and said, "The wine is good."

"Then bring an extra pot." The old man smiled.

"How did you sell it?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Worse Siwen, better Siliang."

"Is there a difference between the good and the bad?" Zhang Ming smiled, flipped a silver ingot with his wrist and put it on the table, and said, "Then it's better."

"How many pots do you want?"

"Three pots."

The old man agreed, and then went to drink.

Zhang Ming looked at the back of the old man leaving, very curious about the power of these four taels of wine.

After a while, the old man put the wine gourd on the table.

"No jug?" Zhang Ming asked.

"There's not enough hip flasks, let's make do with it," said the old man.

"Okay." Zhang Ming nodded and picked up the wine gourd on the table.

Uncorked the wine and downed it in one gulp.

When the wine enters the throat, it is still so pungent and pungent, it is not too surprising to drink it before.

"Your four taels of wine are no different," Zhang Ming said.

The old man said: "Drink."

Zhang Ming was not annoyed, he picked up the flagon and raised his head to drink.

The wine kept pouring into Zhang Ming's throat. There were about three or four pots of wine in the wine gourd, and Zhang Ming drank it all in one gulp.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, Zhang Ming raised his head to look at the old man, and asked, "I'm done drinking."

The old man smiled without answering, but took two steps back.

Zhang Ming was stunned suddenly, and the internal force in his meridians suddenly became restless, as if a force breaking free from the shackles was guiding the internal force in his whole body.

One Sunday, two Sundays...

The meridians are gradually washed and expanded by internal force.

Zhang Ming frowned slightly, all of this was completely out of his control, he vaguely felt that he was going to break the realm of the master.

"Can you stop?" Zhang Ming looked at the old man and asked.

The old man was puzzled and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"It's not the time." Zhang Ming said.

The old man shook his head and said, "Now is the right time."

The voice just fell.

But Zhang Ming saw Gang Qi overflowing from his body, and sword Qi emerged one after another, overturning the wine stall.

Yu Ruyi beside him came out of his body with a bang, and stood beside Zhang Ming.

The old man looked at this scene and stroked his beard.

But there seems to be the sound of a piano, aloof and unparalleled, like a sword intent, pure white dirt.

The six-fingered zither demon, with one sword coming to the west, flying immortals outside the sky, is unparalleled in the world.

The old man's arm trembled, and he frowned and said, "How could there be three strands of will?"

He was very puzzled, how this was done, two strands were sword intent, and the other strand was pure thought, but it seemed to be the faint sound of the zither, related to the zither.

How could anyone in this world have three wills at the same time.

This was completely unexpected to him.

"It really is a variable." The old man thought to himself.

Dachen Palace, inside Qintianjian.

Kong Yue walked to the corridor, looked up into the distance, felt the three different wills, he smiled slightly, and walked back to Qin Tianjian.

Cold sweat dripped down Zhang Ming's forehead, and he sat cross-legged.

The wills from Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng, and Liuzhiqin Demon lingered in his mind at this moment, and he was facing these three wills with Yu Ruyi in his hand.

He knew that none of these three wills belonged to him, so he never stepped into the Grandmaster realm, but the old man's gourd of wine made it all ahead of schedule.

However, it is estimated that this old man also kindly sent him into the realm of the master, but he did not understand the situation.

"Is there no choice?" Zhang Ming took a deep breath, stood up with his sword in hand, and closed his eyes.

None of the three are desirable, and none belong to him.

If you choose one, maybe you will become more and more like one of them.

This is not what he wants.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes, waved Yu Ruyi lightly in his hand, and shouted: "Cut!"

But he didn't see the sword qi coming out, but what he thought in his heart, he cut off the six-fingered piano demon with one sword, and the aloof and unparalleled will disappeared.

"Should I just choose one of them?" the old man thought, it's a good choice, after all, you can't choose all three.

Zhang Ming didn't stop, he raised his sword and cut again, "Slash again!"

Another sword strike cut off Ximen Chuuxue.

"Cut again!"

"Huh!?" The old man froze for a moment.

However, it was the demon in the heart who cut the heart, and even he couldn't stop it.

Another slash, and the last will dies.

So far, the three swords have cut off the three strands of will, leaving none.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and turned to look at the old man in front of the wine stall.

The old man was stunned for a long time, but he sighed

Any one of the three wills can make Zhang Ming step into the realm of a master, but Zhang Ming didn't choose anything, but cut off all of them.

The old man really doesn't understand why Zhang Ming is like this, isn't this self-defeating?

"If you cut off all three wills, even if you enter the realm of a grandmaster, you are just an ordinary grandmaster." The old man said.

Zhang Ming replied: "I know, but as I said, it's not the time."

The sword energy all over the sky dissipated, and the stellar energy around Zhang Ming was also withdrawn.

Now he has entered the realm of a master, but he has no sense of Taoism.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and said, "It's the old man who didn't help."

"At least senior helped me get rid of these three distracting thoughts." Zhang Ming said.

He always thought that Liuzhiqin Demon and Ye Gucheng's will had disappeared, but it still existed in his heart, and it was only now that it really dissipated, together with Ximen Chuuxue's will.

Chapter 251: The Palace Gate

"Miscellaneous thoughts?"

These three wills can all be called excellent, but in Zhang Ming's mouth, they are just three distracting thoughts.

The old man didn't understand what kind of will Zhang Ming wanted, or if he wanted something too big, but this was his own choice after all.

"The person in the Qin Tianjian said that you are a variable in this world, and now you look a little different. I hope I can see you differently when I see you next time."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around, and in the blink of an eye, his figure floated up and disappeared in front of Zhang Ming.

Before Zhang Ming even had time to ask his name, the old man disappeared.

"Acquaintance with Kong Yue?" Zhang Ming thought to himself, pondered for a long time, and then said: "Let's go back and ask Monk Nian'an."

A gourd of wine can help him enter the realm of a master, how many people in this world can have such an ability, monk Nian'an is well-informed, maybe he can know.

"Meow!!"

On the side of the street, Xiaoqi's hair was disheveled, calling out to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming saw that Xiaoqi's hair was messy, like a lion whose fur had been blown up, and his aggrieved look was very funny.

Zhang Ming went forward, picked up Xiao Qi and smoothed out his hair, and Xiao Qi finally settled down.

In Zhang Ming's opinion, it is a good thing to enter the realm of the master in advance, but it lacks his own moral will, which is much worse. But for Zhang Ming, the moral will is dispensable, because he does not use his own. His martial arts were just plagiarized from Bie Na, and had little influence.

The movement just now naturally attracted many yamen servants and forbidden soldiers, so Zhang Ming didn't stay any longer, and left here in the blink of an eye after performing lightness kung fu.

It was not an accident to meet the old man who sold wine, he was waiting for him there, and he expected that he would buy his wine, if he hadn't mentioned Grand Master Kong Yue at the end, Zhang Ming would have thought all of this was a joke Just a coincidence.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an City, Zhang Ming has been hesitating.

"Meow?" Perhaps Xiaoqi saw the entanglement in Zhang Ming's heart, raised her head and called out, not knowing what Zhang Ming was entangled with.

"It's okay." Zhang Ming patted Xiao Qi on the head to reassure him.

Actually, it's not a big deal.

.........

The city of Chang'an is also as prosperous as it used to be.

There have been a lot of things happening recently, it is inevitable that there will be people nagging non-stop, and there are guards from the Imperial Army everywhere, and they will rush to them if there is any change.

Although the prosperity of the past has been restored, it has also cast a haze.

Zhang Ming also walked through the streets like an ordinary person, except for the white cat in his arms, which was a bit eye-catching.

The pedestrians around gradually decreased until they disappeared, but the number of forbidden troops increased.

Zhang Ming raised his head, but saw that there were all the imperial guards in front of him.

Wearing silver armor and holding a sword with a saber.

Hundreds of imperial guards stood guard in front of the palace gate, with a whistle every few zhang, adding a sense of chill.

Seeing Zhang Ming holding the white cat, some guards frowned, stepped forward and shouted, "Who is it!"

Zhang Ming glanced at him and replied, "Come and see."

"This is not where you should come, stay away, get out!" the forbidden soldier scolded.

A lot of things have happened recently. The Holy Spirit has ordered to clean up the chaos in Chang'an City. Anyone who is suspicious can be arrested, and no one is allowed to stay in front of the palace gate.

Zhang Ming caressed Xiao Qi, ignored the forbidden army's words, and said softly, "A person entered here last night and never came out again. Is there such a thing?"

The imperial guard frowned and took two steps back.

The person is not good!

Zhang Ming looked at the palace gate. It was broken open by the sword fairy Yan Bei'an, but now it has been replaced with a new one.

"catch him!"

The forbidden soldier waved his arm, and dozens of forbidden soldiers came forward behind him.

According to the Holy Order, anyone who is suspicious can be arrested on the spot.

Zhang Ming patted Xiao Qi on the head, but Xiao Qi didn't care, and slept soundly with his eyes closed.

But I saw a jade sword turned into a stream of light, hanging in front of the eyes of several forbidden soldiers.