The owner of the wine stall has a sharp eye. With just one look, he can guess the number of copper coins in the waist of a person entering the city. He scolded the waiter who was lazy on the side, and his eyes started to move again, looking for some big fat sheep.
It's hard to sell good wine these days, especially his expensive and good wine. It's even harder. The people from the world who came to Emperor Wu's city with knives and swords in their hands and their nostrils pointing to the sky in an arrogant manner looked like heroes, but how many of them were full of arrogance? Damn it, I drank wine and swished it. I occupied the seat and asked for a long time. In the end, I only ordered a bowl of green ant wine with no oil or water.
If it weren't for Emperor Wu's city having its own rules and not being able to do anything easily in the city, he wouldn't be allowed to beat the shit out of these guys who are occupying the latrine and not shitting?
The shop owner's eyes suddenly lit up, and a slender young man in purple robes and brocade clothes walked towards him. Compared with those shrewd and calculating old Jianghu, he still prefers this kind of young juniors who are just starting out.
Can you not like it?
The younger generation is generous!
The owner of the wine stall pulled away the waiter, who only took money and had little effort. He was about to step forward to brag about himself. Why did this young man look more and more familiar to him?
Mom, isn’t this the young man who used a piece of gold leaf as drink money?
Last time, after drinking with a sloppy old man, this young man killed Wu slaves with a snap of his fingers in Emperor Wu's city. Is there something big going to happen this time?
The shop owner didn't think of anything like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, so he didn't want to think about it. He jogged a few steps forward and said flatteringly: "Sir, you have come to Emperor Wu City again. Last time, you drank a few bottles of wine in the shop. , soaring to the sky, flying straight to the top of Martial Emperor City, my dear, that momentum is as high as the sky! Killing eight or nine martial slaves with one finger, this ability is enough to rank among the top ten masters in the world!"
The owner of the wine stall was on his hands and knees, spittle flying everywhere.
Qingniao pursed his lips and smiled slightly. There are only twelve martial slaves in Emperor Wu City. There are still seven or eight alive now. How many of them died in the hands of the young master last time? After reaching the mouth of this wine seller, the number of deaths doubled.
After flattering him, the owner of the wine stall smiled charmingly and said: "What kind of wine will the young master want to drink this time? Maybe the young master will drink two more bottles this time. How do you say that? Open your mouth and spit out half of the world." , even against that King Immortal, you can still be undefeated!"
"One pot of the same wine and three bowls." Jing Zhou entered the wine stall and sat down where he and Lao Huang had been drinking.
The wine stall owner was in a good mood and went to the back to get the bowls of wine himself.
Although I don’t know why, this time the young master lost the six-legged and two-horned giant beast pulling the cart, but his arrogance has not diminished. No wonder he made such a big fuss in Emperor Wu City last time. As the old saying goes, wine strengthens one’s courage. Who can do great things but doesn’t drink from a big bowl? The more you drink, the greater your abilities will be. This principle will not change in a thousand years!
The owner of the wine stall brought a wine bowl and wanted to show his kindness, but he was dismissed. Jingzhou poured a bowl of apricot blossom wine himself and began to drink lightly.
The wine seller stood by the counter, staring at another empty bowl on the table, his thoughts filled with excitement.
Could this young man be waiting for someone?
The last time I drank rice wine with this young master, I met an old man, but he showed his celestial style with his sword.
Darling, it seems like something big is going to happen again today.
No, he has to sell and buy two more carts of wine in time for tomorrow. The principle that he must open for important events has already been engraved in his heart.
The wine stall owner was thinking about "big things" when he saw from the corner of his eye a young man in white wearing a white horse walking into the wine stall and sitting down.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince remained silent, neither smiling nor sad. He picked a pot of rice wine from the table, poured two full bowls, and said calmly: "Lao Huang, this guy likes to drink but never drinks enough. When I left Beiliang, I stuffed him with some money and let him drink it with all his heart. It’s just that this guy is a stubborn person, and the most miserable person in his life is not as good as a dog. He didn’t walk halfway, and all the money on him was scattered. What do you think of him? Are you stupid? I am wearing patched rags, I don’t look like an expert at all, but I have to imitate the tricks of an expert."
The blue bird standing aside suddenly thought of Jian Jiuhuang, who had no grave or monument after his death, and was buried by the young master at the East China Sea, and felt sour in his heart.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Jingzhou nodded and said slowly: "It's a bit silly. When Lao Huang met a breastfeeding woman at the end of the village, his eyes almost fell out of his head. He wished that roots would grow under his feet and even the cows couldn't pull him away. He said in his heart Huahua's mother-in-law misses her so much that she keeps talking about her, and she doesn't know how to spend a few coins to be happy, so she insists on saying that she will be punished by God for ruining the beautiful yellow-flowered girl."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince picked up the bowl and grinned: "If a good man doesn't live long, he will cause trouble for a thousand years!"
"drink wine!"
Jiudou Mi Laodao, Yang Qingfeng and others followed from behind and stood beside the wine stall.
Lu Qiantang heard that His Highness the Crown Prince was smiling happily and couldn't help but look forward. His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes were slightly red.
This bullshit unscrupulous prince will also be sad?
Shu Sha glanced inside and wondered why the two gentlemen, with their high status, chose such a small place to have a drink.
The waiter in the shop, on the other hand, was moved by the turbulent scenery in front of him.
What a high peak!
They will all come out in rags.
Shu shyly covered her mouth with a smile and gave him a flirtatious look. The waiter, who had never been in human affairs before, had a red face and troubled breathing, and did not dare to look any further.
The owner of the wine stall sighed secretly, his waiter was still young, and the woman's appearance was quite satisfactory, so her heart was wandering?
Jing Zhou glanced back and saw no sign of Zhao Xuansu. Just as he was getting suspicious, he glanced around and saw that the old dog was humping in the arms of a middle-aged woman.
His Royal Highness the Prince looked along and murmured: "Why is Lao Huang so stupid and cute? Sooner or later, cabbage will be like a pig."
In this world, a girl will marry someone else at the age of twelve or thirteen, and Old Huang is too stupid to do it, so what can he do?
How many of these women who can be his granddaughters are abused?
Jingzhou narrowed his eyes, looked at the childish man who was eating the woman's tofu, and said, "This old Taoist is the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and he is two generations higher than Zhao Xituan."
His Royal Highness was stunned for a moment, then his heart trembled, and his eyes finally settled on the childish face of Xiao Chongzi.
Zhao Xituan and Li Chungang were of the same generation. Based on this calculation, didn't this little kid live at least two decades?
In the past, when looking through Taoist classics, I saw "over a hundred years old but with the appearance of a baby" to describe the supernatural power of Taoist immortals. Xu Fengnian only regarded it as farts. Why didn't I see thousands of Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain?
Jingzhou took a sip of wine and said: "Taoist heavenly beings, although their life-and-death fights are weaker than those of martial arts at the same level, they are very skilled in spiritual skills. They are best at borrowing the mysteries of heaven and earth. They can speak prophecies with their hands and draw thunder from the sky."
"Decades ago, the nine masters of swordsmanship in the Wu family's sword tomb broke through ten thousand horses and died of exhaustion. However, the great Taoist master, whose Qi sea connects the heaven and the earth, and the true energy in his body is endless, is best at moving a thousand kilograms in four ounces. If he ignores the fate of cause and effect, With the power of heaven and earth, even if they are not as good as the nine people in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, they are not far behind. Zhao Xuansu attained enlightenment a century ago, but are you afraid of crossing the Heavenly Gate and becoming an immortal?"
Xu Fengnian said proudly: "Afraid of his mother's eggs!"
No matter how powerful the old dog Zhao Xuansu is, doesn’t he still have disciples and disciples? Besides, it's not like Xu Fengnian has never seen heavenly beings before. For the sake of Huang Man'er and Zhao Laodao, he didn't go to Longhu Mountain to cause trouble. Next time he went to Longhu Mountain, he would have to let these heavenly masters have a good time.
"Who is going to take care of this old Taoist?" His Highness the Crown Prince asked. He was not afraid of returning, but he could still carry a few kilograms and taels of his own weight. With only Feng Ziying and Shu Sha, he could not even face the old Taoist who had reached the realm of heaven and man. Roubaozi has no chance of beating a dog.
Jing Zhou pointed to the side and chuckled, "That's not coming."
In front of the city gate, a donkey with sparse hair entered the city slowly. A young boy dressed as a book boy rode on it upside down, playing with a small sword in his hand. He said to the middle-aged man who was leading the donkey: "Master, what is that mountain ghost?" Why are you so powerful at challenging Wang Xianzhi?"
The middle-aged man held a peach blossom that had just bloomed in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I don't know where it came from, but that man is very powerful. Xuanyuan Dapan in the realm of celestial phenomena died in his hands."
The childish person said "Ah". He had been washing and cooking with the master for hundreds of days and nights. Naturally, he knew the divisions of the four realms of the first rank. Those who were in the Zhixuan realm were already giants in the world, and those who were in the Celestial Appearance realm were able to become ancestors.
The middle-aged man caught a glimpse of the boy's appearance, chuckled a few times, and said: "The martial arts ranking ranks him before the old sword god and after Cao Changqing, how can he not be awesome?"
The child's expression was dazed for a while, and he seemed to have regained his energy after hearing Cao Changqing. He said with an air: "It's not like I haven't killed celestial phenomena before. Killing the gods in the sky is the most satisfying thing! I look at this. There is still a long way to go between the mountain ghost and the master. If the master uses all his strength, he can beat the shit out of the old monster Wang who is hiding in Emperor Wu City and is dominating."
The middle-aged man laughed dumbly.
The childish man hummed twice and didn't take it seriously.
Master, with all his flying swords drawn, who in the world cannot be killed?
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Don't underestimate the world. In my opinion, the ranking on this martial arts list is still a few points away. How can a mountain ghost kill a heavenly man with a single sword on Hui Mountain?" Is it that unbearable as you say? Most of today’s competitions were filled with thunder and heavy rain.”
The child just hummed, the master is too courageous, and his own prestige is destroyed by the ambition of others. What kind of truth is this?
In the wine stall, His Highness the Crown Prince watched a large group of people and a small one entering the city, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that a master doesn't show his face. After all, he is also a master who can deal with the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master." , why are you so shabby, leading an old donkey into the city?"
Jingzhou smiled and said nothing. Everyone in the world dreamed of meeting the rumored tiger-backed sword god who could transform into a peach blossom sword god with three heads and six arms. However, when Deng Tai'a passed by everyone, no one could recognize him.
It can be seen that rumors are not credible and gossip is unpopular.
His Royal Highness suddenly remembered something and asked softly: "Are you likely to win against Old Monster Wang?"
Jing Zhou said calmly: "I haven't fought before, so it's hard to say."
His Highness the Crown Prince said "Oh" and stopped asking, just drinking one bowl after another.
The owner of the wine stall listened to the conversation and thought: "Who does this young man in purple clothes have a bad fight with, but he has to fight with the old immortal? Wouldn't it be a pity if he accidentally died at the hands of the immortal king like Jian Jiuhuang? ?”
Although this young master has made extraordinary achievements in martial arts at a young age and has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in a lifetime, how many moves can he sustain against Immortal Wang who can fight whales and dragons in the deep sea?
Fifty moves?
Two hundred edicts?
Young and frivolous!
Everyone gets drunk even if they are not drunk. After two bottles of wine, His Royal Highness was already drunk. He murmured: "I once asked Lao Huang, what is a master? What did Lao Huang say? He can make the clouds of the nine heavens droop and the water of the four seas. Everyone is a master, and Wang Xianzhi, an old man, reckons his age and already has this ability."
"The death of Zhao Heng's son will most likely be blamed on you. When Wang Xianzhi learns that you are coming to Emperor Wu City, he will probably not hold back this time. Zhao Heng is half his son. If you can't beat him, he will run away. , Don’t be like Lao Huang, it’s not shameful to run away, the worst is to go to Beiliang and stay for decades, there are many courtyards in Beiliang Prince’s Mansion.”
Jing Zhou smiled and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, Li Chun Gang told you the true meaning of the Green Snake, have you forgotten the truth?"
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his head and said: "Only a snake that has not transformed into a dragon has the desire to cut off everything and climb up. Even if it means fighting with itself, it still wants to swallow up the arrogance of the world. I want to hold a bowl of wine and go Let’s take a look at the top of the city and pick up Lao Huang’s sword box.”
Jing Zhou smiled casually and said, "What's the difficulty? If you want to go to the top of the city, I will send you up."
After drinking a bowl of wine, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince threw the bowl to the ground and shouted to the sky: "Wang Xianzhi, I don't care about your rules. If you come today, you must get the sword box back. If you dare to stop me, I will take care of you sooner or later." You'll be beaten into a sweet potato!"
"You have so much courage, well done!" Jingzhou laughed, picked up His Highness, and headed straight for the head of Emperor Wu City.
Looking at the two figures rising into the sky like a hail of arrows and flowing fire, Shu Shan, Lu Qiantang and the others held their breaths, feeling their hearts beating fiercely.
In Emperor Wu City, there is no king's law, only the rules set by Wang Xianzhi. If you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi, you have to fight your way up from the top of the city one level at a time and defeat all the city defenders.
Is this going to start a fight?
Except for the fight with Jian Jiuhuang, how many years ago was the last time Wang Xianzhi took action?
As a martial artist, who wouldn't be excited at the thought of seeing Wang Xianzhi's true appearance?
It's just that 90% of the warriors in the martial arts world have extravagant hopes to pass the level of city guard slave. Do they really think that when they come to Emperor Martial City, they can see the second person in the world who is almost at the top of the martial arts?
The wine stall owner picked up two gold leaves from the table, smiled brightly, and put all the messy things he had thought behind. It didn't matter who he was fighting with. Even if the immortal came down to earth, in his opinion, there was no such thing as this on the table. The gold is real.
The boy who had been paying attention to the top of Emperor Wu City said: "Master, someone flew up to the top of the city, is it the Northern Liang Crown Prince?"
The middle-aged man nodded, bent down and took out a pineapple wooden box from the book box on the donkey's back, then glanced at the man in white at the top of the city and stopped moving.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince landed firmly at the top of the city. For the first time, a few martial slaves did not take action. They just stood a few feet away, looking warily at the purple clothes that could turn them into ashes with just a few clicks.
Jingzhou looked into the distance and said slowly: "Zhao Huangchao has practiced Taoism for three years. Even if he is good at drawing purple thunder, he is not a land god. Xu Fengnian, today I will show you what a real land god is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, invisible aura swept away in all directions.
