Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Was Su Kuang defeated back then?Maybe not, at least Zhang Ming thinks so.

How could such a person be defeated? The overlord of Chu is domineering, while Su Kuang is a real madman, there is a difference between the two.

Old man Huang looked in the direction of Changting, and Zhang Ming also looked over.

Bai Pao will have Su's madness, but he doesn't know if he has his abilities.

"Die..." Su Tan opened his arms, with the pheasant feathers hanging down on his head, raised the spear in his hand, and went straight to Nonsense.

Hu Yan wanted to draw his sword, but in the end he just went up to him holding the scabbard.

"boom!"

The spear was released, and Su Tan was shocked to step back two or three steps, his arm was numb.

"Ding……"

The spear rolled to the side, Hu Yan just blocked it with the scabbard, Su Tan was shocked and the spear fell to the ground.

The atmosphere at the scene was cold for a few seconds.

Bai Mei never thought that losing would be so straightforward.

Hu Yan retracted the scabbard, "You lost."

Su Tan looked at the spear that fell on the ground, and picked it up again, "Not yet, I haven't lost."

The white-robed general rushed forward again, and the point of the spear pointed at Hu Yan's head.

Hu Yan raised his eyebrows and stretched out his scabbard again.

"boom!"

This time, the spear flew farther, landed in front of a tree behind, rolled twice and lay down under the tree.

Su Tan's jaw hurt from the shock, his right arm was trembling, he ran under the tree, and picked up the spear again.

"Come again!"

The fighting spirit in his eyes is fierce, and the silver gun in his hand is arrogance, not afraid of life and death, he has the arrogance of madman Su back then.

But after all, it's not the real Madman Su.

She's just a showman.

Old man Huang smashed his mouth and sighed: "Half of Madman Su, but it's not him after all."

"She is a singer." Zhang Ming said.

again and again

The spear was shot down again and again, and this kind of scene didn't know when it would end.

The white robe will be in a mess, being beaten back again and again, and the paint on his face has fallen off.

Su Tan picked up the spear again, with a weak tone, "Again..."

Jiang Anshan closed his eyes watching this scene, he knew that Hu Yan would not really use his sword, but Su Tan's embarrassed look was not what he wanted.

"Enough." Jiang Anshan sighed.

Su Tan paused, and Hu Yan withdrew his sword.

Su Tan turned to look at Jiang Anshan, his eyes were bloodshot, "I haven't lost yet!!"

Jiang Anshan looked at her, not knowing what to persuade.

If Hu Yan wasn't the envoy of Qinglong, he would try his best not to let Su Tan suffer any grievances.

This was a very aggrieved thing for Jiang Anshan, but he couldn't do anything.

Hu Yan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Anshan, he didn't know what to do at this moment, did he really want to beat Su Tan until he was exhausted.

"boom!"

The spear was knocked down again, Su Tan rolled to the ground, and the spear in his hand fell aside.

One of the pheasant's feathers was broken, and the coiled hair fell down, and the white robe was covered with dust, and he was in a mess.

"You lost." Hu Yan sighed, he didn't draw out his sword from the beginning to the end, he just used the scabbard to resist.

Bai Mei couldn't bear to look at the embarrassed general in white robes in front of the long pavilion.

Su Tan's breathing was disordered, and she tried her best to support her body, but she couldn't get up no matter what. At this moment, she finally had a woman's weakness.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, Su Tan gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound, twisting her body and crawling for a few steps, she grabbed the spear that fell to the ground.

"I... I didn't lose."

The spear propped up her body, at this moment Su Tan staggered, a little unsteady, and most of the paint on his face faded.

Hu Yan frowned, holding a long sword in his hand, he hadn't left his body yet.

How many times?

How many times the spear fell, I can't remember the nonsense.

"How many times?" Zhang Ming also wanted to ask this question.

Old man Huang took a sip of his wine and replied: "Seventeen times, seventeen times, that girl also picked it up seventeen times, this should be the last time."

"Did you really count?"

"Of course, the old man knew from the beginning that this girl couldn't win."

Zhang Ming looked at the figure holding the spear, how could a mortal body compare with a warrior, let alone the Azure Dragon Envoy.

If it were him, he couldn't guarantee that he could be like Su Tan, because he lacked obsession in his heart, but Su Tan did.

Su Tan originally wanted to hold the long spear, but she was exhausted. She doesn't know martial arts, she is just an actress, and she can't even hold the spear steadily.

She felt so useless.

What she loves the most in this life is drama, and everyone in the Goulan says that she can bring out the people in the drama, but she can't act what she thinks in her heart.

She's just an actor.

"boom."

Su Tan fell down, and fell down with the long spear.

Jiang Anshan immediately ran to help Su Tan up, so that she didn't fall to the ground.

But the spear fell down and fell straight to the ground.

"Why bother..." Jiang Anshan looked at the woman in his arms, Su Tan was brought up by him, but Jiang Anshan failed to protect her well.

Bai Mei breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps this was also the best ending.

In front of the long pavilion, the old man in the coat looked at the distressed general in white robes in his arms.

The old man gently wiped off the paint on her face, perhaps not only the white-robed general was in distress, but the old man was also in distress.

Hu Yan stepped forward and didn't speak.

Jiang Anshan didn't look at him, just sighed, and said, "Let's go."

Hu Yan turned his head to look at the trail ahead, which was the way out of Jian'an City.

He has kept it for 16 years, and it is finally coming to an end.

Chapter 97: Taking the Sword and Burying the Sword to the Northern Desert

Seeing that the white robe was about to fall down, Zhang Ming said, "Is it over?"

"It's over." Old man Huang replied after taking a sip of his wine.

"It's a little boring." Zhang Ming raised his head and said.

"how?"

"I only know the result, but I don't know the story." Zhang Ming looked at the storyteller who was holding the white-robed general, just like in the daytime, he only spoke half.

How did Su Kuang die?

Who is that person that old man Huang talks about all day long?

What exactly did Suzaku and Qinglong owe to guard Jian'an City for 16 years?

"I'll know." Old Man Huang said.

In the long pavilion, Liu Yihan didn't understand the scenes before Liu Yihan's eyes. This was the first time he saw the true faces of the other three.

But it seems... some people are leaving.

What made him most curious was who was the Su Kuang they were talking about, and who was the fainting white-robed general in front of him?

Liu Yihan felt that he seemed to have paid the wrong attention. It seemed that it had nothing to do with him. It had nothing to do with him who went and who stayed. When a person leaves, there will always be another person to replace him, just like he became a white tiger.

The envoys of the Jian'an Quartet should complement each other, this is the rule.

Hu Yan took a step forward and walked past Jiang Anshan without taking a second look. This matter is over, and he has paid off what he owed, so it is time to leave.

Bai Mei followed closely behind and also left here.

On the official road, the woman in red followed behind the thin man with the sword, walking towards the distance step by step.

This time, they might not be able to return to Jian'an City.

"Where are you going?" Bai Mei asked.

Hu Yan looked up at the road in the distance, and replied, "Bei Mo."

Bai Mei raised her brows, but she didn't say anything, after all, she still didn't let go of the nonsense.

At the fork, the two parted, one was walking towards the northwest, while the other, who didn't know where to go, maybe just wanted to stroll around.

From now on, there will no longer be a person wearing a white fox mask in Jian'an City, nor will there be that woman in red.

Not coming back anymore.

.........

On the trail in the forest, the storyteller in a coat is carrying the general in a white robe, the soles of his cloth shoes are full of mud.

The storyteller raised his head and looked at the night of Jian'an City, and there were still sky lanterns floating.

The night is bright, but this world of mortals seems to have dimmed a lot.

Liu Yihan followed behind the storyteller, looking at the desolate figure, he suddenly didn't recognize this person.

Xuanwu shouldn't be like this.

Liu Yihan touched his forehead, a drop of rain hit his forehead, he stretched out his hand, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "It's raining."

Tonight's rain is not heavy, as fine as a cow's hair, and the forest is getting wet.

With Su Tan on his back, Jiang Anshan raised his head, the road in front of him was a little hazy by the drizzle.

"I'll be back soon. From now on, you'll be the girl singing operas, and the old man will be telling the story..." Jiang Anshan murmured, and continued walking towards Jian'an City.

The sky lanterns were broken by the strong wind, the candles were extinguished, and the sky lanterns fell from mid-air.

One...Two...Hundreds, Thousands...

Outside the city and inside the city, there are such phenomena.

Bai Mei raised her head and reached out to catch a falling sky lantern. The writing on it was a little wet and blurred.

"May the world of mortals be safe?" Bai Mei looked at the writing on the sky lantern and sneered, threw away the broken lantern in her hand, looked at the rainy day, and murmured: "Even God doesn't seem to bless you."

A solitary tomb stands on a hill twenty miles outside Jian'an City.

The thin, scarred man dug up the soil beside the solitary grave with his hands.

A long knife full of rust appeared in sight.

Hu Yan took out the rusty long knife and held it in his hand.

He was supposed to be a swordsman, but he used a sword for 16 years.

Now, he is qualified to hold a knife again. The knife was buried by him at the beginning, and after 16 years, he dug it out again.

Hu Yan glanced at the long sword beside him, took off the long sword, and put it into the pit.