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When the rooster crowed and dawn broke, the inn, which was still overcrowded last night, was completely deserted.
All that remains are broken doors and windows, messy mangers, footprints all over the house, and a man in military uniform with a sword box on his back. He sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, dipping his fingers in the wine, writing and drawing on the table from time to time, and the inn was unusually quiet.
At this time, the shopkeeper dared to come out. He looked around the lobby for a long time, but he didn't find anyone else, so he said softly, "Guest officer."
"Ah." Li Yan wiped away the water stains before looking at the shopkeeper.
"this¡¡"
The shopkeeper looked at the mess on the ground with a sad face.
"Don't worry, shopkeeper. The bandits made trouble last night, and I've already told them to run away."
The shopkeeper is usually greedy for money, but he is not a fool. There were quarrels, fights, and even the howling of unidentifiable wild animals last night. When I got up today, the uncle and nephew who had no way, the horse bandit with a vicious voice, the woman who visited in the middle of the night, and the full number of tenants were all gone.
This is enough to make people think. It's not as simple as the man in front of him said.
"Well, then, guest officer, what would you like to order?"
"No, I'm leaving now."
"That's good, that's good. Ah no, you rest, you call us if you need something."
In the middle of the shopkeeper's speech, seeing Li Yan raised his eyebrows, he hurriedly changed his words.
Li Yan smiled, stood up and stretched, and asked casually, "Is the shop's money settled?"
"Ah, it's all over."
Li Yan nodded, and helped the crooked sword box behind his back. Walk out of the store door and head northeast.
?It wasn't until Li Yan left that the shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
Jiangxi is mostly covered with mountains and high forests that stretch as far as the eye can see. It is the end of summer at this moment, and the lush mountains and forests are separated by a river.
Li Yan stepped on the dirt road with ups and downs, and saw the narrow path touched the green river, so he rested by the river.
Not long after, the sound of horseshoes came from the opposite side.
An old man in a gray robe walked across from Li Yan, leading a tall black horse. Looking carefully, the old man's cuffs and trousers were covered with undried muddy water. It should have accidentally fallen into a ditch on the road.
Seeing Li Yan, Fei Lei neighed for a long time before the old man raised his head. He let go of the rein, and Fei Lei ran to Li Yan with four hooves. He lowered his head and took a bite of the water pole on the ground, chewing it vigorously.
"Your horse?"
"yes."
Li Yan nodded.
"I walked on the road, and what it followed was a good horse that recognized its master."
Yang Mijing said.
"Junior"
"There is no need for polite words."
Yang Sanjing stared at Li Yan for a while, caught a glimpse of the mother-of-gold sword pinned to his waist, and asked, "How is your sword skill?"
Li Yan was interrupted by him, and his expression was a little dull.
He just heard from Zha Xiaodao that he met a powerful old man and found Huo Tu with his disciples. Zha Xiaodao felt that he was no match for the old man, so he recommended himself instead. But Cha Xiaodao only told Li Yan not to trust him, and he himself didn't know the old man's details.
At this moment, when the gray robe asked about swordsmanship, Li Yan simply raised the sword in his waist, and said with a smile, "Mr.
Yang Sanjing nodded and said, "Naturally."
Li Yan held the golden mother's great sword, and his words were not polite at all: "I have been learning swords since I was a child, and I can't find a master at the age of twenty-two. After four years of self-knowledge, I have already mastered swordsmanship."
On Yang Zhu's face, there was no expression of disapproval, but he nodded and said: "The swordsmanship passed down in the world is really not worth mentioning. When I was fifteen years old, I couldn't find a master. I have been enlightened for more than eighty years. Together, I've been lonely for a long time."
The river is surging, but the tone of these two people is getting louder than the other.
"Do you only learn swords?"
Yang Mijing asked again.
"No." Li Yan confided truthfully: "I am older, and I learned spear skills at home."
"How is your spear skill?"
Li Yan thought of the big demon Benyun in the Trident Shaking the River, and shook his head slowly: "Xiao Cheng is dissatisfied."
Yang Sanjing tilted his head and looked at him: "According to what you said, sword skills are easy to get, but spear skills are hard to find?"
Li Yan was keenly aware of a trace of murderous intent. He squinted his eyes, but without thinking, he said truthfully: "The sword technique is the easiest, the spear technique is the hardest, and the sword is between the two."
The corner of Yang Sanjing's mouth twitched when he heard this, but he still asked patiently: "What's the explanation for the small success in swordsmanship? The big success?? Lost a life, but at the moment the injury is no longer a problem.
"no problem."
"Well, you can just attack with a gun, it doesn't matter what kind of means."
Li Yan raised his spear, and the river surged up angrily, submerging the two people at the fork.
Among the torrential waves, Yang Sanjing's loud laughter came from time to time.
"I retreat my hand into my body, turn left and right and leap like a lion throwing."
"A tiger cannot leap into a dragon, and a dragon cannot leap into a tiger."
"Dragon turns and tiger leaps, all snakes go, go straight and use it is Youyuan!"
"When he was fighting for the lead, his sword, short spear and long spear disappeared!"
"Advance and retreat from left to right have falsehood and reality, and the six dharmas are born in harmony with each other."
After hearing this, Li Yan let out a loud shout, and Yan Chuanlian shot, and the tiger-headed gun turned into a stream of cold air, and pierced straight into Yang Sanzhu's chest.
Li Yan was shocked suddenly!
Yang Mijing's expression did not change at all. He only touched the tip of the gun with his hand, and said softly: "Swordsmanship is just swordsmanship, and the human body is soft, so we use hard swords to kill opponents. Technique is close to Tao, and it is also technique! Whether it is cutting mountains and seas, or wielding gods and ghosts, this It's not the skill of the sword, my sword will not move mountains, pour seas, pick stars, or urge cities."
Every wrinkle on the old man's face stretched out: "Only kill."
The countless rivers trembled, and they did not listen to Li Yan's orders and burst into silver-white water droplets all over the sky, turning upside down and rushing towards the sky.
The old man murmured softly from the water drops:
People in Qilian Mountains have strange bones, and they can transport Zhu Tuzhui at fifteen. Twenty revenge for the death of many people, killing countless Wu Yang'er. There is no tolerance in the village, and no rule in the government. Entrusted by Xi Mengqi, he returned to the capital with his sword. The capital killed Si Qiuguan, and pretended to be the minions of Tiger and Leopard Pass. Today the corpse is rebellious, and tomorrow the traitor will be punished. To eat against the guts of ministers in the morning, to eat the liver of murderers in the evening
No matter how many drops of water rush to the sky, they will eventually fall back to the earth.
The power of the nine phoenixes released by Li Yan froze into hail drops, crashing into the soil, and the river water was bleak.
After the hailstones fell, he knelt down in a gray robe, and a starlight disappeared between the two deep black eye sockets under the robe. Under the gray robe, there was no flesh and blood at all, only skin and bones.
Li Yan's hands trembled uncontrollably. He raised his hand, causing a river to lift up the gray robe, surrounded by fish and shrimp, and the bones sank to the bottom of the river and disappeared.
Li Yan put down his tiger-headed gun and kowtowed respectfully to Jiang Shui three times. Only then did he draw his big gun again, lead the Flying Thunder Horse, and leave without looking back. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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