Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Naturally, Gu Qingshan had also heard about it, but he was a little curious about how the two of them would be so obsessed, so he said: "Aren't you two heroes from the forest, why are you still paying attention to these things?"

Shi Da shook his head and said: "I didn't pay attention to these things, but this matter is quite big. I also heard them mention it, and I am a little curious."

Shi Erdao: "I heard it was because of a man named Liang Shurong, and it seems that even the sword fairy Yan Bei'an got involved."

"Liang Shurong..." Zhang Ming in front of the stage became curious when he heard this, and planned to go over to listen.

"Meow." Xiaoqi opened his eyes, saw Zhang Ming leaving, and immediately followed.

Shi Da looked at Guo Xiao. After all, Guo Xiao is Bai Xiaosheng, so it is most appropriate to ask him, "Does Mr. Guo know about this?"

"Naturally." Guo Xiao nodded and said, this is a big deal.

Gu Qingshan didn't say a word, Yu Linglong had already told him about this matter, but it was a bit unbelievable, Liang Shurong...is it still Liang Shurong after all.

Gongsun Yu and the others also gathered around, even if they had never heard of this person, they would come up to have a look.

Gongsun Yu touched Gu Qingshan, and asked softly: "Brother Gu, who is Liang Shurong?"

Gu Qingshan didn't know how to explain this person, he thought for a long time before answering: "It's a lunatic."

Who is Liang Shurong?

Be a lunatic.

There is nothing wrong with that, that man is indeed a lunatic.

.........

There are countless secrets in this arena, and Demon Gate is one of them.

Many years ago, the Demon Sect changed drastically, and people in the world have been looking for it. Some people have spent ten years searching for clues of the Demon Sect, but in the end, they found nothing.

But not everyone knows that Liang Shurong is one of them, because he came out of Yuxiao Palace.

Liang Shurong looked up at the top of the mountain. Perhaps few people would have imagined that the Yuxiao Palace, one of the magic sects, would be on this cliff.

Yan Bei'an looked around and said calmly, "You will die if you go up."

Liang Shurong turned around, smiled slightly at Yan Bei'an, and said, "If you can't keep me then, let me die."

Yan Bei'an just glanced at him and didn't speak.

On that day, after 13 years, Liang Shurong returned to this place again.

In his memory, this place is cold and devoid of human feelings. He would leap down from the cliff every night and play the jade flute in the valley, only the birds and beasts would listen.

Yan Bei'an was standing beside Liang Shurong. He wanted to see what kind of abilities this man, who was called a lunatic by the Jiang Hu people, was capable of.

Speaking of which, the current Liang Shurong can only be regarded as a second-rank warrior at best, which is tantamount to coming here to die.

I saw Liang Shurong put the jade flute to his lips.

The wind here is a bit strong, and you can even hear the sound of the wind passing by your ears.

The entrance of Yuxiao Palace is where he stood, in the cliff.

"Ugh..."

When the flute sounded, the birds and beasts under the cliff raised their heads, this long-lost flute sound.

Liang Shurong asked himself, what else should he commemorate?

It seems that there is no more, and the little girl from back then no longer needs his protection.There are many people in this world who want him to be the emperor, but he doesn't want to, what is the sixth prince?

His name is Liang Shurong, not Li Rong.

A person's life is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with countless passers-by.Some people add color to the mountains and rivers, some people make the sun and the moon darken, some people change the rivers and rivers, and some people shape their bones.

It's just standing on the top of the mountain, looking back at the river.

Liang Shurong is ready to be buried here forever, and there is nothing to commemorate in this world, where did he come from and where does he go back.

He wasn't supposed to be from the Jianghu, but he got involved in this Jianghu affair.

Chapter 110: Eagles and Tigers Fighting Heaven and Earth

Zhang Ming sat down, looked at Guo Xiao and asked, "He's not dead, right?"

"Yanbei saved his life," Guo Xiao said.

Zhang Ming nodded, it's good that he didn't die, but it would be a pity if he died.

Liang Shurong broke into the Yuxiao Palace, and the sound of the flute resounded on the cliff.

There was only one person from Yuxiao Palace to fight.

It was a woman, wearing a cloud-rolling blue dress, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and holding a long piano, she should be a contemporary disciple of Yuxiao Palace.

Without even saying a word, I saw the woman in Tsing Yi sitting on the ground with the long piano placed in front of her body, the jade hand flicked lightly, and the piano sounded.

"Zheng!"

Qin and Xiao, the level on the cliff is a bit weird.

Liang Shurong opened his eyes and looked at the woman in Tsing Yi, vaguely familiar, but somewhat confused.

When the zither sounded, there were goshawks circling up, and there were hundreds of birds rushing, controlled by the zither sound.

"The Art of Seven Emotions..." Liang Shurong raised his eyebrows, and the way he looked at the woman in Tsing Yi changed. There was indeed more than one book of the Art of Seven Emotions in Yuxiao Palace.

I saw the woman in Tsing Yi slowly said: "The palace is in charge of the sky, and you are in charge of the ground, how about it?"

Liang Shurong didn't answer, just closed his eyes, and the sound of the flute also changed.

"Roar!"

I saw a fierce tiger jumping out of the mountain under my feet, with blood between its teeth, it seemed that it had just had a full meal.

The Qingyu woman's piano sound also changed, with a bit more hostility, and the goshawk hovering beside the woman swooped straight towards the tiger in front of the mountain.

"Howl!"

Heaven and earth, zither and flute, eagle and tiger.

The strangest thing about this competition is that the goshawk and the fierce tiger are no longer themselves, their eyes are dull, they only listen to the sound and move.

The tiger was clawed by the goshawk, and some of the goshawk's feathers were also slapped by the tiger. No one took advantage of the other. Before and after, the goshawk attacked dozens of times, and the tiger lay on the ground. The tiger's eyes had been scratched. There were scratches all over his body, and there was blood spilling out.

Looking at this boring competition, Yan Bei'an just felt that the person who played the flute and the woman who played the piano were pitiful people.

The tiger on the ground was dying, and the sound of the piano in the hands of the woman in Tsing Yi became more soothing. She raised her head, looked at Liang Shurong and said, "My lord, it seems that Gong'er is even better."

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Liang Shurong opened his eyes, put down the jade flute in his hand, and looked at the dying tiger in the mountain.

If I remember correctly, he met this tiger many years ago.

I remember that at that time it would always come to listen to him playing the flute in the middle of the night. After so many years, it has aged a lot, and it is not as brave as it used to be.

Liang Shurong sighed, looked at the dying tiger, and murmured: "Even you are old..."

He turned his head to look at the woman in Tsing Yi, and said slowly: "The world says I'm a lunatic, but I'm a mortal, but I want all the mountains and rivers to prostrate."

Shen Gongjiu just looked at Liang Shurong without saying a word.

"The heaven, earth, mountains and rivers have not changed. It has been like this for decades. I have forgotten it for a long time, but now I remember half of it."

Liang Shurong showed a helpless smile on his face: "Forget it, half is half."

Shen Gongjiu's eyebrows and eyes moved, and her heart trembled slightly.

Liang Shurong closed his eyes again, and he picked up Yuxiao again.

Accept the power of heaven and earth again to prove his heart.

Yan Bei'an looked at the man in white clothes and white hair holding a jade flute, and thought to himself, is this your reliance.

There seemed to be something extra between the sky and the earth, and it was pressing on Liang Shurong alone. His shoulders drooped slightly, and he seemed to be struggling, but he never let go of the jade flute in his hand.

"Stop!" A long sword shot out from Yuxiao Palace, heading straight for Liang Shurong.

"Ding."

Half of the long sword and flying knife was beaten back.

Yan Bei'an stood in front of the gate of Yuxiao Palace, took a look inside, and said coldly: "Just look at it."

The people behind the door were a little helpless, a little unwilling, and even more puzzled, why Yan Bei'an would help this person.

"Yin!" "Roar!"...

The goshawks circled up, and the beasts on the ground raised their heads to the sky and roared, as if they were welcoming something.

Liang Shurong slowly opened his eyes, but Yuxiao never let go.

One person with one flute, and then enter the realm of the master.

When the flute sounds again, all birds congratulate each other, and ten thousand beasts welcome!

The trend has come!

.........

"It's really become..." Zhang Ming blinked, half the world?So how does it compare with that on Luoxi Mountain 13 years ago?

Guo Xiao shook his head and said: "It's done, but the mountains and rivers are so big, he only walked half in such a short time, and the momentum in it is only half."

"No matter how much he can afford." Gu Qingshan said, Liang Shurong lost half his life on Luoxi Mountain.

Zhang Ming did not agree with this statement, "Maybe."

Gongsun Yu and the others were all extremely surprised, appreciating the power of mountains and rivers?Is this something humans can do?

This is not something that can be tried easily after traveling all over the place. Without enough understanding, the world is natural, so how can you follow him.

Gongsun Yu smacked his mouth and said softly, "You really are a lunatic..."

Shi Da looked at Guo Xiao and interrupted: "But I heard that person didn't win."

Zhang Ming was startled, wanting to see what Guo Xiao had to say.

Guo Xiao poured himself a glass of wine, nodded and said, "I didn't win."

"Although he has become a master, he is still no match for everyone in Yuxiao Palace, let alone the palace master. Although there are thousands of beasts to help, and heaven and earth intersect, there is only half of it. All the disciples of Yuxiao Palace came out of the cliff that day. , Liang Shurong was seriously injured."

Guo Xiao sighed, the difference between half and all was too great. He continued: "Although he was seriously injured, Liang Shurong was indeed defeated due to exhaustion. In the end, the sword fairy Yan Bei'an rescued him. Yan Bei'an only There was a sword."

That sword struck like a thousand troops.

The so-called art of war, the so-called killing, is the ambition of a thousand armies, unstoppable, with one sword breaking Yuxiao Palace more than a hundred masters.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Bei'an only made one sword move.

The master of Yuxiao Palace personally made a move, not blocking half of the sword's momentum. They are both masters, but the difference between the two is huge, and the name of sword fairy has never been blown out.

This is also the first sword known to everyone since Yan Bei'an became a sword fairy.

"Sword Immortal..." Scholar Song muttered enviously, "I don't know what it looks like, I really want to see it."

Gu Qingshan took a sip of his wine, he didn't envy sword immortals, he just didn't understand why Yan Bei'an would help Liang Shurong.

Brother Stone didn't understand, so he asked, "Aren't they all masters? Why is there such a big gap?"

"The difference is huge." Gu Qingshan explained: "The realm is just an aid, the most important thing is the foundation, and the profound realm can also defeat the master, which is why there is such a thing as walking in the world."

Brother Stone didn't understand very well, they seemed to just love to fight, and Gu Qingshan didn't explain too much.

There are as many masters in the world as Fuyou, but there are only a few who can really be famous.

Dugu Ye, the No. [-] Sword Immortal in the World, is also a master, as are the heads of all the sects. What they fight for is their perception, and what they fight for is their background.

What about the master?

There has never been a person of heaven in this world.

Chapter 111: Rusty Swordsman

Liang Shurong stretched his muscles and bones, the jade flute was still around his waist, and he was not dead yet, a smile appeared on his face.

Yan Bei'an looked at him, not understanding what he was laughing at, so he said, "You lost."