Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Tang Hao looked at it for a while, and then he came back to his senses. He patted the wings of the giant eagle under him and said, "Let's go, let's go back to Medicine Valley."

"Howl!"

With a howl of the eagle, the giant eagle circled up.

Hearing 'Going back to Medicine Valley', it seemed a little excited and shook its wings a few times.

"Why are you so excited, it hasn't been long, and you miss your wife?" Tang Hao muttered.

The giant eagle ignored him, hovered in the sky, and rushed towards the medicine valley at its own speed.

…………

Shifang Pavilion.

This is a place where thousands of books are collected, but the master of the pavilion is supernatural, and the original small pavilion has finally become a sect.

The most special among the magic gates is the Shifang Pavilion.

There is a locked attic in the inner door of Shifang Pavilion. There are people guarding the attic, and the person guarding the attic can drive back countless people just by his aura.

Most of the disciples of the Shifang Pavilion practiced by themselves, and their goal was to be able to enter the attic once.

Entering this attic, if you don't have no roots, you must have an epiphany.

There are everything from exercise scriptures to calligraphy and painting classics. The place with the largest collection of books in the world is not in the Dachen Palace, but in this attic.

Suddenly I heard a breeze blowing.

The guard of the pavilion looked forward deeply, but saw a phantom flashing in front of him.

This person was dressed in a black and red robe, with a short knife hanging from his waist, and the flame symbol could still be seen at the handle of the knife.

Seeing this person, the guard of the pavilion hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted: "I have seen Tian Xingwei."

Tian Xingwei said indifferently: "At the order of the young sect master, I came here to find Mo Wushuang. Call me quickly."

"My lord is in the pavilion, please wait for a while." The guard of the pavilion said, and was about to turn around and enter the attic.

"Squeak."

But the door of the Shifang Pavilion was pushed open.

What caught the eye was Mo Wushuang with an evil face, thick eyebrows, heavy makeup like a charming woman, unsightly.

"no need."

Mo Wushuang said, looked up at the punishment guard that day, and said, "Impermanence wants to find me?"

Tian Xingwei frowned slightly, and said: "Young sect master has an invitation."

"What if I don't go?" Mo Wushuang said with a wicked smile.

Hearing Mo Wushuang's words, the guard's legs trembled, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the young master.

Tian Xingwei is not someone to mess with, Mo Wushuang said in shock, fearing that something might happen to the guard.

"Wow."

Tian Xingwei snorted coldly, stepped forward with a blink of an eye, and struck out with a palm.

In this demon sect, some people can disrespect Tian Xingwei, but no one dares to disrespect Tian Xingwei. Even if he wants to kill him, he must be taught a lesson.

Seeing this, the guard of the pavilion hurried forward and tried his best to block Mo Wushuang, with his palms horizontally in front of him.

"boom!"

Hearing a muffled snort, the pavilion guard's veins tightened and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The guard of the pavilion took Tian Xingwei's punch and stood in front of Mo Wushuang.

The blood from the corner of the guard's mouth fell to the ground, and he called out: "Please forgive the criminal guards, the young master is just talking unintentionally."

Hearing this, Tian Xingwei withdrew his fist and said, "Your son is very ignorant for disrespecting Xing Wei."

The pavilion guard stabilized his figure, but felt a little dizzy.

Seeing this, Mo Wushuang was calm, smiled, and said, "Even if the Xing Wei invites someone, he must have the attitude of inviting someone."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in front of the Shifang Pavilion.

Tian Xingwei sneered and said, "I don't know how to advance or retreat."

There was only a sound of drawing the knife, and the short knife came out of the body.

The moment he saw the light of the knife, the guard of the pavilion suddenly felt terrified.

When the criminal guard draws out his sword, if the sword is not stained with blood, it will not return to its sheath.

This also means that Mo Wushuang will not escape today.

Now the young master's kung fu is not up to par, Tian Xingwei is a master of the older generation, in the eyes of Xing Wei, Mo Wushuang is just a brat.

The dagger pierced through the air and waved in the eyes of the guards, who were immediately dazzled.

He also thought about blocking Mo Wushuang, but he had more energy than he wanted, and the guards of the pavilion were no match for the Xingwei after all.

"Zheng!"

The soft sword comes out.

But seeing a faint breeze around Mo Wushuang, the soft sword trembled, rippling like a spirit snake.

Wushuang sword, Mo Wushuang, also has the power to fight.

With the drizzle sword technique, the sword energy gushed out like a shower, and met Tian Xingwei.

clang clang...

The short knife and the software collided and sputtered sparks, and the torrential sword energy was dissolved one by one by the short knife, and the torrent of sword energy was cut off without even the sword intent emerging.

This is the gap, both are masters, but in the face of the background, Xingwei is better after all.

No matter how good the skills are, no matter how good the martial arts are, once the root cause is broken, it will be nothing.

Cut off the rain-like sword energy.

"Teach you a lesson."

The voice fell.

I saw a flash of knife light.

Mo Wushuang's arm holding the soft sword trembled slightly, and there was a bloodstain overflowing from that arm.

"Jingle Bell……"

The soft sword fell to the ground, and the bell rang.

As the son of Shifang Pavilion, he was defeated with one move.

Chapter 375: Ancient Books

Unrivaled sword, unrivaled sword.

But so what?

There are so many masters in this world, and Mo Wushuang has only learned a little bit, but in front of the older generation of criminal guards, it is just a trick.

Mo Wushuang suffered this knife, and the short knife saw blood.

Xing Wei didn't intend to make another move, and withdrew the blade.

It's just to teach a lesson, the criminal guards can be rampant, but they have to act according to the rules, after all, Mo Wushuang is a disciple of the Shifang Pavilion and a member of the alliance, so it is not appropriate to cause trouble again.

Mo Wushuang clutched the bleeding wound on his right arm, but suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha." Mo Wushuang said in his mouth: "Xing Wei is worthy of being a Xing Wei, even this young master is no match for a moment of drawing a knife, powerful, powerful!"

Seeing that his young master seemed to be crazy, the guard of the pavilion was sweating in his heart because he dared to say such a thing. He was really puzzled why Mo Wushuang wanted to provoke Xingwei.

"I don't know what it means." Xing Wei snorted coldly, and suddenly felt that he had acted a little lightly.

But when Xing Wei was about to draw his sword again, he saw a voice coming from the top of the ten-square attic.

"Mr. Leng, please keep your hands."

As soon as the voice came out, Xing Wei loosened his hand on the handle of the knife.

Hearing this voice, the guard of the pavilion quickly lowered his head and called out: "Pavilion Master..."

This voice came from the top of the ten-square attic, and there is only one person in this world who can reach the top of the attic, and that is the owner of the ten-fang pavilion.

Mo Wushuang was also relieved when he heard this voice, and made up his own calculations in his heart.

The owner of the Shifang Pavilion called the Xingwei Mr. Leng, presumably they had known each other before.

The guard of the pavilion was also relieved when he saw this. It seemed that nothing major would happen today.

Xing Wei didn't speak, but seemed to be still in deep thought.

The pavilion master who didn't show up said again: "Take it as a face for me."

Now that the words have come to this point, Xing Wei naturally will not let go, and agrees: "I will treat it as a face for you, but..."

Xing Wei looked at Mo Wushuang and said, "Man, I want to take him away."

The pavilion master had no objection to this, and said, "Then you can take it with you."

Another voice came from above the pavilion: "Wu Shuang, you go with Mr. Leng, remember to bring that ancient book."

Mo Wushuang came back to his senses, he dared not disobey the pavilion master's order, and agreed: "The disciple obeys."

After that, there was no sound from above the pavilion.

Seeing this, Xing Wei no longer paid attention to the person on the top floor of the Shifang Pavilion, but looked at Mo Wushuang and wanted to go up the mountain to arrest him.

Mo Wushuang looked at Xingwei, turned into a rebellious look again, and said coldly: "I don't need you to come, I will go by myself."

"lead the way!"

Xingwei didn't make things difficult for Mo Wushuang either. If there was the Pavilion Master of Shifang Pavilion, he wouldn't make things difficult for Mo Wushuang. Of course, the premise is that they don't go too far.

The criminal guard was in front, and Mo Wushuang followed closely behind, and the two left the place.

For Xingwei, it was only a day's journey from Qingzhou to Shifang Pavilion, but he was delayed for half a day in order to wait for Mo Wushuang. When he returned to Qingzhou, it was already late at night.

A few days ago, the Tianxing army was defeated and retreated to the border of Qingzhou, leaving less than ten thousand people lingering here, even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't escape, and they had to live here.

At this moment, the barracks is already full of mourning, and everyone is decadent.

Mo Wushuang walked past the barracks and couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that your Tianxiahui didn't accomplish anything."

Xing Wei didn't respond to Mo Wushuang, and said indifferently: "Follow me."

Pass through the camp until the military tent of impermanence.

Wuchang was sitting in the military tent, as if waiting for something.

It wasn't until Xingwei walked into the military tent with Mo Wushuang that Wuchang opened his eyes.

The criminal guard bowed his hands and said in his mouth: "I have seen the young sect master, and he brought it here."

"Thank you." Wuchang said.

Xing Wei nodded slightly, he didn't have to stay in front of Wuchang after the matter was over, it turned into a breeze, and he didn't know where he went secretly.

Mo Wushuang couldn't help being startled when he saw such a secret technique. It seemed that the Xingwei was even more terrifying than he thought.

Looking at Wuchang's attitude, although he only said "Thank you", but the person who said this is Wuchang, which is enough to show that Wuchang respects this person.

Therefore, Xing Weiyi's statement is not false.

Wuchang looked at Mo Wushuang in the tent, and said coldly, "Tell me everything you know."

"What is the Young Master talking about? What does this Young Master know?"

Mo Wushuang smiled evilly, he knew what Wuchang was asking, but he just didn't say it.

Usually, everything is decided by impermanence when going out, and Mo Wushuang has long been disgusted with his attitude.

Impermanence stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Say."

Seeing Wuchang's serious look, Mo Wushuang didn't have the mood to play around for a while, and said, "What most people can know is of course nothing, but if you want something that ordinary people don't know, then you have to exchange it for something. Impermanence, you don't understand this point?"