Me and my Jianghu Tavern

With his hand injured, Zhang Ming couldn't play the piano to pass the time.

"It's boring again." Zhang Ming pouted.

Zhang Ming rubbed his chin, ran upstairs and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, "Let's write something."

"Script? Well, this is fine."

Of course, it’s not just writing casually. In his previous life, he still remembered some Henan opera scripts, but he had to recall a little bit. It’s impossible to make them exactly the same, as long as they are almost the same.

One stroke at a time, Zhang Ming stopped to think about it from time to time, and then wrote two words. This is a brain-consuming thing.

This first one, he wrote "Peach Blossom Temple", which sang a period of joys and sorrows spanning 16 years.

Peach Blossom Temple is a repertoire of Henan opera, but not in this world. Although the most people in Jian'an city are singing Fujian opera, there are also some singing Henan opera. It's just a little different from the previous Henan opera, but the difference is not big.

Zhang Ming intends to write about what will happen in Peach Blossom Temple when people in this world sing about it.

Mainly, because of some nostalgia.

Another day of fishing, alas, what a boring life.

Chapter 75: Interception in the Forest

At the end of the official road, the road is broken, and the road ahead is full of mud.

The hem of the thin man's clothes was stained with a little water, and he forgot to look back, the long pavilion had long since disappeared.

Liang Shurong frowned, and looked towards the mountain forest on one side, where faint voices came from sparsely.

Three people dressed in black came out from behind the tree. These people all had tokens hanging from them. They were similar in shape but different from each other. Several of them held special Yanling sabers in their hands, and one of them held a halberd. , one carries a sword on his back, and the other hangs double hooks on his waist.

Liang Shurong reached out to touch the jade flute at his waist, his brows turned cold, and he muttered softly: "Is this coming?"

Troubled people will always come, and these court dogs don't know how long they have been waiting here.

The three of them got closer and closer, and there was a chill on the Yanling Saber, and there was a strong killing intent in everyone's eyes.

"Where's the goshawk?" The man with the halberd in the middle frowned.

Liang Shurong was a little puzzled. He remembered that the man called Goshawk seemed to be the most powerful among the ten soldiers, but he had never seen it before.

"Don't talk?" The man with the sword on his back frowned, raised the Yanling knife in his hand, and said coldly: "Then go die!"

"Zheng."

The Yanling knife was thrown from the man's hand, and the fallen leaves around were lifted up. In the blink of an eye, the Yanling knife came to Liang Shurong's eyes.

Liang Shurong raised the jade flute in his hand, and with a crisp sound, the Yanling saber landed in front of the jade flute, less than half a foot away from Liang Shurong.

"Liang Shurong." The man holding the halberd took a step forward, raised the halberd in his hand, and pointed it at Liang Shurong. The indifferent words came out again: "The account of Luoxi Mountain 13 years ago should be settled."

Liang Shurong blinked, without the slightest fear, but showed a playful look, and said, "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the man holding the long halberd rushed over, followed closely behind with a sword and double hooks.

"squeak……"

The halberd cut across the stone, and the stone shattered instantly, splashing out sparks and flying dust.

The heavy halberd swept over, followed by the aura of a master, Liang Shurong's heart shook, thinking about the identity of the halberd bearer.

Juhei...13 years ago...

If it is correct, this person is the jackal in the Ten Bingwei back then, and this is the only master master with a halberd in the Ten Bingwei.

"Ding."

The jade flute crossed the long halberd, and the heavy force fell on Liang Shurong's arm, and he couldn't force it. He frowned, and hurriedly performed lightness kung fu and walked away.

"cut."

The sword-bearer swept over the long halberd, drew out the long sword behind his back and stabbed at him.

One against three, two Profound Realm, one Grandmaster.

At the same time, the two long hooks chased towards Liang Shurong again, the man holding the long halberd shook his arms, withdrew his strength, and stabbed towards Liang Shurong again.

Liang Shurong frowned, and jumped up, the double hooks of the long sword missed, but the long halberd changed direction temporarily.

"tread."

Liang Shurong stepped on the raised halberd and landed firmly on it.

"Get down!"

"Om."

The long halberd suddenly raised, Liang Shurong retracted his toes, stepped on the head of the sword-bearer, and landed behind the three of them.

Asuka was amazed, there was a chilling feeling in the mountains and forests.

"It wasn't possible to kill me 13 years ago, and it's not possible now." Liang Shurong looked at the three people and smiled charmingly, only to see that the jade flute in his hand was already on his mouth.

"Ugh..."

The flute sounded everywhere, and this mountain forest was no longer peaceful, just like a frightened bird.

"Steady your mind!"

The sound of the flute was like a magic voice, and the man holding the halberd had a dignified expression, keeping his mind steady so as not to be confused, as were the two on the side.

If you want to ask why you don't close the five senses, if it is useful, there will not be so many people dying on Luoxi Mountain back then.

The people affected by the disappearance are not only human beings, but also the birds, beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects in the mountains, swarms of black bees buzzing, and the roar of tigers and monkeys, and one after another beasts with pale eyes came out from behind the dead tree.

Suddenly, the mountain became strange.

The halberd bearer grunted, and raised his halberd, but Liang Shurong suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met.

suddenly

A faint golden light suddenly radiated from those eyes, and at that moment, the halberd dropped from his hand and smashed into the ground beside him.

The halberd bearer's eyes were lost, as if he had lost his mind. When he came back to his senses, he felt that his blood was flowing backwards, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft." The halberd bearer clutched his chest, frowning, he raised his head and stared at those eyes.

Those eyes...what the hell is going on.

Just because Liang Shurong took a look at him, he reversed his martial arts and reversed his qi and blood.

And the two Profound Realm fighters in the rear were already sweating profusely because of the sound of the flute, and could not move an inch.

Behind a tree not far away, the man in purple looked at this scene, raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Buddhist secret technique?"

Liang Shurong took back the jade flute, smiled slightly and said, "I won't play with you anymore."

I saw him performing lightness kung fu, like a banished immortal, and left floating away.

Those three didn't chase, the halberd bearer was seriously injured and couldn't catch up, and the two Profound Realm fighters were just two rookies, so Liang Shurong was really weird.

"call……"

The sword-bearer sat on the ground with a dull expression on his face.

The moment the flute sounded, he really felt the terror of this person. If he hadn't kept his mind, he would have been like a walking dead.

It was as if, the sound of the flute made him no longer himself.

But the person holding the double hooks was extremely calm, but in fact he was terrified. It was the first time he had seen such a strange person in his many years of martial arts.

Only the man in black with the long halberd clutching his chest was thinking...what are those eyes.

……

……

"Cough cough."

After running for a few miles, Liang Shurong stopped in front of a tree, clutching his chest, coughing profusely, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

If he could really kill those three people, he would never leave just now. The internal injuries from that year have never healed, and if he used too much internal force, he would suffer backlash.

The sound of the flute didn't matter, but the look at that person just now almost made him lose his mind.

Liang Shurong stabilized the restless internal force, and muttered easily: "It's better to use less of this supernatural power..."

If the halberd-bearer hadn't been too difficult to deal with, he wouldn't have taken the risk.

He glanced back, put away the jade flute, raised his head and looked forward firmly.

There's still a lot to do...

In the beginning, they were just miscellaneous fish, and they would only become more and more dangerous later on.

Brushing the jade flute with his fingertips, Liang Shurong continued to walk in the direction of Lie Yang.

After Liang Shurong left, a man in purple came out from behind a tree beside him. He looked at Liang Shurong's back and didn't know what he was thinking.

The former member of the Demon Sect killed hundreds of people on Naluoxi Mountain, and he was able to practice the secret art of Buddhism.

This guy is getting more and more interesting.

Maybe, this is not all his hole cards, maybe, the next road, maybe he doesn't have to make a move himself.

Chapter 76: The Pure Swordsman

[You have a new task, please pay attention to check it! 】

[In view of the host's fishing behavior and the low sales volume of the tavern, the latest task is hereby issued. 】

[Mission - Famous Jian'an Rivers and Lakes]

[Mission details]: Make the tavern famous among the Jianghu population in Jian'an City within half a month.

[Task Reward]: Unknown (distributed according to the completion progress)

[Failure Punishment]: Randomly deprive any item

"Did I catch fish?" Zhang Ming curled his lips. He had completed all the tasks that should be done by himself. Now this broken system says he was fishing by himself, which is really troublesome.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "This task is not good, the rules of the tavern, I can't handle these few people now, the whole Jianghu circle in Jian'an City, this tavern is probably going to be demolished."

The system is pretending to be dead again. The tavern has a protection mechanism, but it can only deal with grandmasters and above. Zhang Ming still has to do it himself in the Xuanjing realm.

He is a weakling himself, the difference between the Mortal Realm and the Profound Realm is not the slightest bit, if someone gets into a fight with him because of the rules of the tavern, it's really hard to deal with.

Zhang Ming sighed, and muttered, "It's a good thing to take one step at a time. At worst, ask a few of them for help."

Zhang Ming put down his pen. The whole story of Peach Blossom Temple was a bit long, and he memorized almost all the scattered words. Presumably there should be no omissions. Although he can't sing, he is still good at memorizing lyrics.

After collecting the pen and ink, Zhang Ming spread the script on the table and waited for the ink to dry.

"When Gongsun Yu arrives tomorrow, ask him."

This script, written, still needs to be sung by someone.

I thought no one would come to this tavern, after all the gates of the city were almost closed, but a man in black and purple trim came to the door of the tavern.

With two knives hanging on his waist and a short bow on his back, the man had a stern face, a scar on his forehead, and a lot of dust stains on his black clothes, but he showed a chilling intent.

Xiao Qi, who was lying on the counter, opened his eyes, and looked up at the person who was coming. There was a chill emanating from the man in black, which made Xiao Qi a little scared.

"Meow!" Xiao Qi frowned, and quickly hid in Zhang Ming's arms.

Zhang Ming looked up and saw this man's attire, coupled with the special Yanling Saber, which reminded him of the court spy in the TV series in his previous life.

"Bring a jug of wine." Li Lingzhi said, and then found a table and sat down.

Zhang Ming nodded, and carried Xiao Qi to the inner room to drink. The man didn't say what kind of wine he wanted, so he just took a pot.

The plum blossom wine was placed on the man's table, Zhang Ming didn't take a second look, put down the wine and left.

Li Lingzhi raised his eyebrows, picked up the jug and poured a glass.

Recalling the previous experience made him a little lost.

The white-haired old man didn't kill him either, and he couldn't take the slash he said. It is estimated that the old man didn't intend to kill him, otherwise, his soul would have returned to the sky.

Li Lingzhi had been practicing swordsman for more than ten years, and this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying person.