Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"No, I won." Liang Shurong shook his head, turned to him and said, "Actually, Yuxiao Palace doesn't owe me anything, this trip is enough."

In the final analysis, Yuxiao Palace only owed him a face 13 years ago, and he came here just to find a face, not only did he not die, but he also walked half the way.

It's just that there will be more or less trouble after this matter.

Some people in Jiang Hu didn't want him to die so soon, and he still had half of the journey, and the road ahead would be extremely dangerous.

He has to make up for the remaining half.

Yan Bei'an looked at him and reminded: "There is one last time."

Liang Shurong looked at him, shook his head and said, "Maybe it won't be the last time, but I still have to say thank you."

Naturally, Xie Yan Bei'an saved his life again.

Yan Bei'an looked up at the sky, it was getting dark.

Yan Bei'an didn't say a word, and he didn't have anything to thank, there was a lot of helplessness in this world, he just came to repay a favor.

Liang Shurong continued: "Do you remember the tavern outside Jian'an City? There is a kind of wine called tourist's drunkenness there. If there is a chance, I will buy you a drink."

Yan Bei'an still didn't answer, he wasn't interested in wine or anything like that.

.........

In the ruined temple outside Qingzhou City

One big and one small lie on thatch.

Xu Yi woke up from his lethargy. He lost a lot of weight in the past few days and suffered a lot in order to earn 40 taels of silver.

And the young man next to him is none other than Meng Buyan who he met on the street back then.

For the past few days, Meng Buyan has been following Xu Yi, wherever he goes, followed him to the ruined temple last night, Xu Yi saw that it was too late, so he let him stay.

It can be regarded as dependent on each other.

Meng Buyan woke up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes, turned to look at Xu Yi who was at the side, and asked, "Ban Daozi... what time is it now?"

"I don't know." Xu Yi said.

Meng Buyan's eyes were hazy, and he slept very deeply this time, "It's much more comfortable to sleep in your ruined temple than in my house."

Xu Yi curled his lips, wondering how comfortable this ruined temple is, and said: "You should go back quickly, after staying all night, your parents should really worry."

"Go back?" Meng Buyan shook his head and said, "I don't want to go back, it's so comfortable outside."

"You always say that, after you go back, your ass will definitely be smashed, it won't hurt you to death." Xu Yi said.

"How do you know? Have you been beaten?"

"When..." Xu Yi was stunned, and retorted: "How is it possible."

"I understand. You must have been playful when you were a child. You ran out and were caught by your master, but your ass was smashed. Tsk tsk, you are so miserable. I will say that your master just tricked you into becoming a Taoist priest." Well, you still don't believe it."

"Master is very kind to me, but not as you said."

"That means you are easy to bully."

"No way." Xu Yi is used to the young man's teasing, and this kind of talk is not uncommon.

Meng Buyan sighed after finishing speaking, and said to Xu Yi: "Ban Daozi, I actually envy you very much."

"Envy me? What do I have to envy, I have been reduced to this for 40 taels of silver now."

Meng Buyan put his hands under his head and looked up.

The roof of the ruined temple lacked some bricks and tiles, and the sky outside could be seen through the holes. The sky was blue and the clouds were beautiful, but it was a pity that the bricks and tiles blocked the sun.

Meng Buyan turned his head to look at Xu Yi, and said, "Ban Daozi, do you know that it's a good thing that someone is in charge..."

Xu Yi turned around, a little puzzled, why is Meng Buyan so serious at this time, and what does this mean?

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Meng Buyan turned his head, eyes open and never fell asleep.

Xu Yi scratched his head, even more puzzled.

.........

Into the night

There were actually two drinkers in the tavern tonight, so Zhang Ming wouldn't stay open until the door was closed.

Zhang Ming served the wine and sat aside.

Xiao Qi jumped into his arms, usually lying on the counter, but recently he likes to sleep in Zhang Ming's arms.

There are three people coming to drink tonight, Shi Da, Guo Xiao and Jian Wu.

Shi Er followed Gu Qingshan to play in Jian'an City, Shi Da didn't like to go shopping very much, so he came to drink in the tavern at night.

Shi Da looked at Guo Xiao and asked, "Mr. Guo, are there any powerful people in the Jianghu recently? I heard you talk about Liang Shurong during the day, and I am a little curious about the affairs in the Jianghu."

"There are not many things that can be called interesting in the Jianghu." Guo Xiaodao, "If you want to say that there are no powerful people, it seems that there are not many people recently, but there is a fierce person in the frontier."

Shi Da poured Guo Xiao a glass of wine and listened attentively.

Zhang Ming sat on the side, so he was naturally one of the audience.

Guo Xiao's face was full of red, and he just said it to be lively, "That man is called a rusty swordsman. He has a scar on his face and holds a long rusty knife. He wanders around the northern desert every day. Kill all the young people..."

Zhang Ming listened, and suddenly thought of another person, the person with the scar on his face, and he didn't know if it was him.

The wind and sand filled the sky.

There is an extra rusty swordsman in the frontier, holding a rusty knife, wherever he goes, he retreats overnight.

Everyone called him Rusty Swordsman, but they didn't know his name.

Someone once asked about it, but Rusty Swordsman never answered, he was extremely stern. After a few days, Xiaoxiao, a bandit in the fortress, was killed a lot, all of which were caused by Rusty Swordsman.

The bandit leader was originally a master master, and he made a living by robbery in the frontier fortress. After hearing about this, he went out himself, but was beheaded by the rusty swordsman.

Since then, no one dared to provoke Rust Swordsman again.

At dusk and sunset, the wind blows and the sand blows, the man with the rusty knife sits on the desert, looking at the full moon in front of him.

He took out the wine bag on his waist, took a sip of the wine, and continued to stare at the front. This desert can't see the end at a glance.

Everyone called him Rusty Swordsman, but after all, he couldn't compare to the man with the gun. This was his first time in Beimo, and he didn't know how long he would stay.

He understands better than anyone else that the person who killed Su Kuang would not be him, nor Su Tan'er, there must be someone who is in control of the overall situation, but so what?Su Kuang is still dead, does it matter who killed him?

What is owed is what is owed.

After learning the sword for 16 years, he finally picked up the sword again. He didn't come here to pay off what he owed, but just because he wanted to come.

I want to see the boundless desert here.

At this time, he would always sit down, watch the sun setting in the sky, and drink two sips of wine, which was a kind of enjoyment for him.

The wind and sand never blinded his eyes, and he could see the yellow sand three hundred miles away even more clearly.

"I don't owe you any more."

Chapter 112: The Pure Swordsman

Old man Huang stepped into the door of the tavern.

He hasn't been here for a long time, but he kind of misses that kid's wine, and he feels a little uncomfortable if he doesn't take a sip.

Zhang Ming was writing the daily notes of the inn, and just finished writing, he saw the old man Huang walking outside the door, and said, "It's so early?"

Old man Huang rolled his eyes and said, "I'm hungry."

Isn't it just greedy? Otherwise, he wouldn't have come so early and served wine with money as usual.

The pen and ink on the paper hadn't dried completely, so I had to put it there.

Zhang Ming served the wine, put it on the table, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down.

He would only sit down when there was a drinker, and usually he would go back to the counter. Besides, the old man Huang was already acquainted with him.

After all, it can be regarded as watching a play together.

The old man Huang couldn't wait any longer, he raised the flagon and took a sip, then relieved his hunger, and said with a sigh of relief: "Finally, I've had it."

"It's not that you don't have money, you just come to drink often." Zhang Ming said.

The old man Huang glanced at him, and muttered: "No one's money is blown by the strong wind. This old man is no better than a Linglong girl. How can I get so much money on weekdays? Boy, your wine is sold so expensive. How can ordinary people drink it?" start?"

"It's not my fault."

"Don't blame anyone for you."

Old man Huang glared at him. If he had money, he might come here every day.

"Speaking of which, is there no one in your tavern in the morning?"

"They all come at noon, or in the afternoon."

"Isn't it quite a leisurely morning?"

Zhang Ming didn't feel idle, and would feel bored after a long time. He usually found something to pass the time in the morning.

The old man Huang didn't ask any more questions. After drinking several glasses of wine, he always felt that the atmosphere in this tavern was a bit strange.

He didn't come here to relieve his worries. It's not good if no one talks.

"Boy, why don't you speak?" Old Man Huang said.

Zhang Ming glanced at him and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me about recent events. I didn't come to see your stinky face." Old Man Huang said.

"You are from the rivers and lakes, don't you know better than me?" Zhang Ming said.

"I don't know everything, old man."

Zhang Ming was a little speechless, but that was fine, saying something was better than saying nothing.

"Do you know about Liang Shurong?"

"The old man knows about it."

"Sword Immortal Yan Bei'an retreats one palace with one sword, do you also know that?"

"nature."

"Where's the rusty swordsman in the frontier?"

"Know... is there anything else?"

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and said contemptuously, "Then what do you ask me for?"

Old man Huang shook his head, but continued to ask: "Other than that, is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"That's really boring." Old man Huang felt a little bored for a while, and couldn't find anything to say.

Zhang Ming glanced at him and said, "If you feel bored, how can you let me go? Just tell me about the past in Jianghu."

Old man Huang's eyes lit up, and he became interested. He knew a lot about the past Jianghu affairs, so it was a topic.

"That's too much, kid, what do you want to hear? This old man knows almost everything in the Jianghu."

Zhang Ming thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, you can talk about the number one in the current martial arts list."

"Sword Immortal Dugu Ye?" Old Man Huang muttered, "Why are you interested in this guy?"

"There are only two sword immortals in this world, so I naturally asked him." Zhang Ming continued, "I heard that he alone can be equal to the six major forces in Jianghu."

"That's true." Old man Huang didn't deny it.

Old man Huang poured himself a glass of wine, recalled it for a while, and muttered in his mouth: "If you want to talk about Dugu Ye, then there is something to talk about."

The world's first sword fairy!

Dugu Ye.