Me and my Jianghu Tavern

On the West Ring

Li Qingfeng cupped his hands in thanks, bent down and said, "Thank you sir."

He is thanking for the rivers and lakes, the imperial court, and the world.

The sword in Zhang Ming's right hand trembled for half a minute, but there was no answer.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

This step has already been taken, and the old man should be satisfied. The only unsatisfactory person is probably himself.

A half-step sword fairy may not make people happy for a lifetime.

Li Qingfeng's green shirt danced, he put away his sword, and kowtowed. Zhang Ming accepted this great gift, but he didn't stop him.

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, countless people witnessed this scene.

After opening the window of the sword building, the old man raised his head and glanced at the white cloud sky, and muttered, "Kong Yue, is this the person you have been waiting for?"

The old man suddenly smiled. He stroked his pale beard and showed a satisfied expression: "He's also the one I'm waiting for."

This life is worthwhile.

Li Qingfeng got off the stage, the crowd dispersed, stepped out of the way, and with his wrist hanging down, he walked down Yanshan Mountain under the gaze of half of the Jianghu.

And there is another story in this arena.

"The pride of a generation, Haoran... really has awe-inspiring heart."

"The senior said, can this first disciple of the Haoran Sect become a Sword Immortal again?"

"Can!"

This is certain and certain.

In the future, there will definitely be such a great sword fairy in this rivers and lakes.

In the corridor, Jiang He looked at the silent Zhang Ming standing on the Xilei, but he couldn't be happy for him.

He glanced sideways at Su Tan who was looking at him, his eyes were full of affection, as if his wife was looking at him back then.

So infatuated.

But now it seems that Zhang Ming's choice will miss this girl.

Zhang Ming saw Li Qingfeng in front of him, the old Taoist above him, and the old man on the Yan Tower, but he only forgot about the woman guarding behind him.

"Should I say it's sad or sad..." Jiang He sighed, but he couldn't comment on this matter. He could only see how Zhang Ming would deal with it.

…………

It was snowing heavily on Yanshan Mountain.

After that person stood in Xilei, Yanshan became completely quiet and never went up again.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, but there are still people waiting here.

The woodpile has already been burned, and someone is rubbing their hands and hacking. On this snowy peak, even the birds are unwilling to come up to look.

The snow pile became thicker and thicker, covering Zhang Ming's body, but he remained motionless, and the snow on his shoulders became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly, there was some movement on the snow-covered mountain top.

"cat?"

Someone was puzzled.

If you didn't take a closer look, you wouldn't be able to see the white cat walking onto the ring.

"Meow."

A cat meow startled a lot.

Everyone looked along the line of sight, but saw the white cat stepping on the snow, stepping up to Xilei.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Xiao Si shook the son who was dozing off beside him.

The young man waved his hand and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said in a daze, "What, what is it?"

"Cat." Xiao Si said.

"What's so interesting about cats? If I had known it would be so boring, I wouldn't have come here."

"No...ah, Your Highness!"

The young boy opened his eyes, waved his hands and looked towards Xi Lei. On the ring, there was a white cat slowly walking towards the snow-covered swordsman.

"I just said something was wrong." The young man slapped his forehead.

The figure in front of the palace gate coincided with it, and he said something was wrong, it turned out to be this white cat.

Xiaoqi, who was walking on Xilei, approached Zhang Ming. It was so cold that he felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that it was cold everywhere, but only the person in front of him was warm.

It walked to Zhang Ming's side and raised its head to look at him.

"Meow."

Zhang Ming, who had not moved for about two or three hours, opened his eyes and looked down at the white cat in front of him.

"Whoa."

Shaking off the flying snow on his shoulders, he bent down to pick up the white cat and put it in his arms.

Xiao Qi shivered from the cold, and walked a little stiffly.

Zhang Ming stroked the hair on the top of its head, and in a blink of an eye, all the snow around it turned into hot air and disappeared.

Xiao Qi no longer shivered, lay in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

However, at this moment, a person came up from the foot of the mountain.

The man was dressed in commoner clothes, with a pair of straw sandals on his feet, but he was carrying a wooden sword on his back, which made him look decent.

"someone is coming?"

Jiang He looked up and saw the man in commoner clothes, and immediately became refreshed.

"Why is he here!"

"how come……"

In the blink of an eye, the top of Yanshan Mountain was lively for a moment, but it suddenly fell silent again.

All eyes fell on the clothed man who walked in.

Some people stood up, some had trembling arms, but most of them didn't know anything, they could only look around and ask the people around them.

"Hey, who is this old man? Why do you have such expressions."

The man opened his lips slightly, swallowed his saliva and said, "...that would be amazing."

The old man-like swordsman looked around, but he didn't care, and walked straight to Xilei.

"He... went to Xilei."

Su Tan asked Jiang He beside him: "Master Jiang, does the old man know who this old man is?"

"Who do you think it will be." Jiang He drank a glass of wine, frowned slightly and said, "It's the one you think."

"..." Su Tan's arm trembled, worrying about Zhang Ming.

The old man with the wooden sword on his back walked up to Xilei and looked at the man sitting in the snow with the white cat in his arms.

The old man looked at him, but didn't make a sound.

Zhang Ming felt something strange in front of him, and opened his eyes to look forward. He had never seen the old man's face before, but he guessed who it was.

"Out of the sword?" the old man asked.

Zhang Ming shook his head, pointed to the sleeping white cat in his arms, and said, "Wait until it wakes up."

The old man nodded, took off the wooden sword behind him, sat cross-legged, and placed the wooden sword flat on his knees.

Since then, nothing else has been said.

It's just that there is an old man sitting on the table.

Snowflakes fell on the old man's shoulders and gradually covered the old man, but the old man, like Zhang Ming, did not move at all.

"Your Highness, who is this old man?"

Young Lang slapped Xiaosi on the head beside him, and cursed: "Idiot, I told you to know more but you didn't listen, now I don't even know anyone."

Xiao Si, who was called an idiot, covered his head and said, "Your Highness, I know I was wrong, so stop beating me."

Chapter 398: Zeng Xin

In this world, there are only three sword celestial beings. The sword in the northwest desert has no survivors, Jian'an suffers from Yan Bei'an in the north; The sword opened the river, and he is also the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes, an old man with a wooden sword.

The wooden sword was placed flat on the legs of the ragged old man. With his eyes closed, he was calm, and the wind and snow did not stop him, only the continuous ups and downs of his chest.

Opposite the old man was the young man holding the sleeping white cat.

Also with their eyes closed, neither of them moved a single inch.

The wind and snow are drifting. On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the frost is constant all year round, and the wind and snow are even more uninterrupted. Only this time when the sword is tested will be a little more fireworks.

On the sword tower, the old man standing in front of the window poked his hand, spit out a little white mist, and murmured alone: ​​"It's quite lively."

There are more and more people around Xilei, the onlookers are whispering, and more people are keeping their mouths shut, looking at the stage, seemingly calm, but in fact there is an uproar in their hearts. You must know that The two people above represent the two top swordsmen in the entire rivers and lakes.

Inside the palace walls of Chang'an City, in the tower, the Taoist sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.

Taoist's eyes became cloudy, he pinched his fingers, shook his head helplessly and sighed bitterly, "Is it true that man cannot defeat the sky?"

Kong Yue stood up and walked to the corridor. Looking at the lonely palace, he suddenly remembered many things from many years ago. At that time, he was full of anger and had the ambition to change this terrible situation. In the world, now that most of the years have passed, there is finally a little bit of starlight to be found.

"Fate is determined by the sky? I am an old man..." Kong Yue sighed deeply, looked into the distance, and sighed: "I am old."

He smiled wryly, but there was also some expectation in his eyes.

Just look at how dazzling this last bit of starlight will be.

In the theater building in Chang'an, the young man in white is sorting out a pile of bamboo slips, which record the news collected by Bai Xiaosheng from all over the world. On the desk next to the young man in white, there is a masked person knocking on his legs, with both hands As a pillow, looking at the ceiling of the pavilion.

Gu Qingshan glanced at the gentleman on the side, and asked: "Sir, the news sent from all over the place has been sorted out."

"En." The gentleman agreed, and opened his eyes under the mask.

Then, the theater fell into silence again.

Gu Qingshan blinked, turned his head and looked to the south, he was thinking about Yanshan's sword test, he didn't have Kong Yue's ability, but he could only rely on guessing, and he couldn't guess much wrong.

"Sir." Gu Qingshan called out, but didn't listen to the response, and then asked: "Will many people die this time?"

"...Yes." The gentleman replied vaguely.

The battle of the great world, the turmoil in the world, this is something that no one can stop.

Things arranged by God are destined after all.

"Qingshan doesn't believe in the destiny." Gu Qingshan said.

The gentleman sat up and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I used to believe it, but when I saw Liang Shurong holding Xiao in front of the palace gate, I didn't believe it anymore."

Hearing such an answer, Mr. laughed, but did not say any reason, as if answering the wrong question, he said: "This is a good thing."

Gu Qingshan turned his head and looked to the south.

He missed the shopkeeper's wine a little bit.

…………

It will come eventually.

The white cat loves to sleep, Zhang Ming's arms is its favorite place, but it may not be able to sleep for long.

The cold wind is biting, but it can't blow the white cat at all, only the warm body temperature, accompanied by the sleeping white cat.

The white cat seemed to have had enough sleep, slowly opened its eyes, and gave a huff.

It raised its head to look at Zhang Ming, but saw that Zhang Ming had opened his eyes with tenderness, and he was also looking at it.