Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Did you get enough sleep?"

"Meow."

In front of that, the old man Mu Jian also opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a woman came from that distance and landed on Xi Lei.

Su Tan looked at Zhang Ming, and wanted to say a lot in his heart, but he said it out again when he was in front of him, and finally said: "The shopkeeper, Xiaoqi, leave it to me."

Zhang Ming looked at her, feeling a little guilty in his heart, and just sighed: "I have wronged you."

Su Tan smiled slightly, her eyes didn't turn red because of it, and she was no longer the little actor with tender eyes.

Su Tan hugged Xiaoqi and left Xilei.

Zhang Ming watched her leaving figure until she returned to the corridor.

In an instant, the wind and snow stopped.

The old man picked up the wooden sword on his lap and stood up.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming also stood up, with the emerald green handleless Ruyi sword hanging beside him, he looked at the old man and called, "Senior."

Dugu Ye looked at him calmly, and said, "Out with the sword."

Zhang Ming was silent for a while, glanced at Yu Ruyi beside him, and sighed.

If it is a sword fairy, there should be some pressure.

Dugu Ye won't hold back the slightest bit, it's because of his personality.

All his life, he has been pursuing the most powerful swordsmanship, looking for all the swords in the world. When he was young, he stepped out of the city with an iron sword, and then found a soft sword, and then this wooden sword that accompanied him for several years.

What he lacks now is an opponent, because he has not come to the end of this kendo, which is Dugu Ye's lifelong pursuit.

Zhang Ming said: "Senior, I can barely see a few swords, if I block all of them, then I will lose."

Dugu Ye was silent for a moment, as if cherishing words like gold, said: "Yes."

Zhang Ming nodded slightly, holding the sword in his hand.

"This first sword, Huanjian Yi Qingshan, was enlightened from a young man who was born to be playful. Half of it is my enlightenment, not mine."

After saying that, the sword rose, the long sleeves waved, and the sword followed.

Like a dream, there is a man in white clothes soaked in blood, who kills enemies from all directions to protect our country, and the young man in white seems to have great ambitions to kill enemies from all directions with his sword.

The people under Xi Lei were stunned, they all thought they were hallucinating.

This is a sword?

Why would someone else appear.

They couldn't figure it out, maybe only those who wielded swords could understand it.

There was a little light in Dugu Ye's turbid eyes, as if he was admiring, but he just slightly raised the wooden sword in his hand.

When the sword light reached his eyes, it was completely blocked by the wooden sword.

It disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It's like effortless.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming was not too surprised. He raised his wrist and said, "The second sword, Summoning Sword II Red Clothes, is also learned from others, and it is not my own sword."

There is a foolish young man who claims to be the most romantic, who understands the sword of life and death, who was born because of love, but gave up because of love. , wandering the rivers and lakes.

There is sadness in the sword, like a heart as dead ashes.

Everyone saw a man dressed in red and holding a sword, attacking and killing.

Chapter 399: Twelve Swords, Rivers and Lakes

"Am I dazzled?"

Someone stared blankly at the stage, there seemed to be a figure on the stage, but this figure was very familiar, just like the young master Lianhong who came to the stage before.

What a weird sword!

What a strange sword move!

Is this still a sword?

There is such a flashy swordsmanship?

That being said, the people present who dared to say that they could receive this sword can probably be counted on one hand.

The old man held the wooden sword, but there was still no ups and downs. He was looking forward to some more surprises, but Zhang Ming's sword did not bring him any more surprises.

As he himself said, whether it is one sword or two, it is not his own sword.

Dugu Ye originally wanted to lift the sword, but after thinking about it, he seemed to feel unworthy.

Simply, he raised one finger, turned his two fingers into a sword, and volleyed a little.

"Zheng!"

It seemed that a long sword was out of its sheath, and that finger completely dispelled Zhang Ming's sword.

Dugu Ye shook his head and asked, "Not enough, how many swords do you have?"

Holding the Ruyi sword in his hand, Zhang Ming paused, thinking that he is indeed the number one swordsman in the world.

The name of Sword Immortal is a false name.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, no matter what the result was, he would finish these moves: "Senior, please give it a try."

Afterwards, the white clothes surpassed the snow, and his temperament changed drastically.

Sword Three Du Shiniang

Sword Four·Climbing Sword Mountain

……

Sword Ten·Great Sword

Sword Eleven Liangzhou City

Sword Twelve · Dressing

So far, twelve swords have been used.

On top of the Naxi ring.

In a trance, there is that stage actor covering his face and weeping, there is that immature swordsman who goes up to the sword mountain alone and dies under the sword, there is that giant sword-no fear, there is that golden and iron horse Liangzhou silver armor brilliant heavenly power, there is that one Wooden comb with handle, intoxicated in the gentle country.

These twelve swords have dazzled countless people.

beautiful...

Really beautiful.

Su Tan'er looked at the last sword, a little lost in thought, her face blushed, her palms were on her heart, and she felt that it was all worth it, she only thought that these twelve swords were all for her to see.

"The boy is amazing." Jiang He was taken aback, but he felt a little regretful, and sighed, "It's a pity..."

Twelve swords can be called peerless.

But in the end it was a game of chess.

Twelve swords, all of them were broken, and Dugu Ye just changed from raising his finger to drawing his sword, as if he swung it casually, and then he broke all of them.

Dugu Ye was still calm, but asked lightly: "How many more swords?"

In his opinion, these twelve swords have reached the essence, but after all, they are missing something.

Zhang Ming calmed down, raised his head and said, "Two swords."

"The remaining two swords should be in line with the wishes of the seniors."

Dugu Ye nodded and said, "Let's look at your two swords again."

Zhang Ming glanced at Yu Ruyi in his hand and closed his eyes.

The last two swords...

In fact, if you want to talk about it, he has never learned swords, and all the gains are not his own.

These twelve swords all came from the world of mortals.

How to hold a sword, and what is the purpose of holding a sword?Zhang Ming didn't know much about this.

He himself once looked at the sword to see what the rivers and lakes looked like.

Su Tan'er looked at him holding a sword by his side.

The old Taoist hoped that he would protect the common people with his sword.

But in the end, he still didn't want to understand.

In the final analysis, this is not what he wants, or in other words, these, all of these are not true.

If you ask the original intention...

He just wanted to see what the world was like.

He raised his hand, waved his sword, and his wrist moved.

This sword is finally his own.

It should have a name, so let's change it to Jianghu.

There is no gorgeous sword light, nor is there a beautiful sword, just swinging a sword, it is over.

It seems to be a simple text without rhetoric.

Like a brush stroke on a white paper, thick ink and light colors.

Arena.

Dugu Ye finally got down to business, holding the wooden sword in his hand, with a serious face, he understood that this sword was not like the twelve swords in front.

"Break the world of mortals." Dugu Ye swung the sword.

The sword has ruthlessness, and the sword has loneliness.

In a trance, someone shuddered, and was affected by the sword intent of this sword.

When the sword lights collided, layers of vibrations erupted, and the Xi Lei was shocked, and the white snow in the field suddenly floated up like flying snow retrograde.

"Zheng."

When the flying snow dispersed, everyone slowly saw the situation on Xi Lei.

Dugu Ye held the wooden sword in his hand, stared forward, his chest heaved unsteadily.

On the opposite side of Dugu Ye, there was Zhang Ming holding a sword. He was panting heavily, and sweat was streaming down his forehead.

It's not that he didn't take it, but Zhang Ming took Dugu Ye's sword.

However, swinging this sword is really too laborious.

"This sword is not bad!" Dugu Ye commented.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "Thank you."

At this level, few people on the top of Yanshan Mountain can understand the two swords just now.

More people are confused and can't see the way, some even don't even see the sword light clearly, but only those who really practice the way of swords can understand what kind of two swords these two people swung.

It can be said……

This is the fight of the gods!

"He De He Neng..." A man holding a sword stared blankly at the front, his hair crown had been disturbed by the shock just now, but he didn't care at all, and muttered: "We can see such two swords... "

Without any gorgeous sword moves, the two of them were just swinging swords.

simple……

But these two swords are already the lifelong pursuit of all swordsmen.

Now, a sword has been drawn.