Prince Ji's Mansion, east.
The wine Taoist is drinking.
Binge drinking.
The red daughter in the big gourd is about to bottom out.
The enemy in front of him is still there.
"Is the strength of the original prime minister okay?" Tian Tinghe, the left minister of the day, asked with a smile, holding a short stick.
The bartender nodded, "You are indeed very wise."
"Do you think you can stop the truth?" Tian Tinghe asked.
The wine Taoist took a sip of wine and said, "I don't mind, I'll trade my life for my life."
Tian Tinghe sighed: "I don't mind."
"Oh? Are you afraid of death?" The wine Taoist raised his eyebrows lightly.
Tian Ting and Leng Youyou said quietly: "Aren't you afraid?"
The wine connoisseur smiled and nodded, "I'm very scared."
"Since you are afraid, why bother to come here?" Tian Tinghe asked.
The wine connoisseur took another sip of wine and raised his chin, "I am smiling to the sky with my sword across my face, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact."
Tian Tinghe paused and said, "These two lines of poetry were probably not written by you."
The wine connoisseur blinked, "Why do you see that?"
"You use the sword." Tian Tinghe spoke concisely.
The wine Taoist said seriously: "Actually, when Pindao wrote this poem, he used a knife. Later, he felt that it was more comfortable to use a sword, so he abandoned the knife and used a sword."
"Your disciple is quite good at poetry." Tian Tinghe said with a smile.
The wine Taoist smiled and said, "That's what the poor Taoist teaches."
"Lord Zuo Xiang." Behind Tian Tinghe, a shadow guard shouted in a deep voice.
Tian Tinghe attacked the wine Taoist again with the short stick in his hand, "I stopped him, you go do your thing."
The wine connoisseur took a swig of wine, and the bottom of the gourd was reached.
"How can I let you disturb my disciple's mood?" The wine Taoist smiled smartly, and the big wine gourd rushed directly towards the incoming short stick.
The short stick was forced into the gourd's mouth.
Tian Tinghe frowned slightly, and his true energy surged out of his body.
At this moment, he no longer looked like a gentle and elegant scholar.
At this moment, he showed his sharpness.
Like an unsheathed sword.
"Drunkenly dancing with a long sword pointed at the sky, I am free and crazy."
The wine master sang loudly and boldly, as if he was drunk or awake, and the afterimages of dancing swords in different postures spread towards Left Prime Minister Tian Tinghe and others.
Drunken sword.
"I'm going to stop him, you take the opportunity to rush over." Tian Tinghe shouted coldly, and immediately rushed towards the afterimage of a dancing sword. The index fingers of both hands pointed out at the same time, and the finger strength was as sharp as the invisible sword energy.
The two fought fiercely, and afterimages were everywhere.
The eight shadow guards behind Tian Tinghe, each like a ghost, rushed forward from the left and right sides.
"Jiu Taoist, your opponent is the truth." Tian Tinghe shouted loudly, and strong Qi poured out, filling the surroundings of Jiu Taoist in an instant.
Uh-huh!
The eight shadow guards burst out at their fastest speed and rushed past the fighting range of Jiudaoren and Tian Tinghe.
"Here comes the scabbard!"
The wine connoisseur let out a loud roar and attacked Tian Tinghe with his long sword. The scabbard that was still on the side earlier was like a flying sword, flying in the air and stabbing at the eight shadow guards.
"How dare you be distracted when fighting the truth?" Tian Tinghe sneered, and instantly clamped the wine Taoist's sword between his right index and middle fingers. He pushed it out with his left hand, and hit the Jiu Taoist's chest with a sharp palm force.
"Do you think that the poor Taoist can only drink drunken swords?" The wine Taoist also sneered and pushed out a palm with his left hand.
The two palms collided in the air, causing a dull roar.
Neither of them retreated. The sword held by the wine Taoist was trembling violently. The sword energy surrounded Tian Tinghe, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, attacking Tian Tinghe from all directions.
"How long can you hold on with such an explosion?" Tian Tinghe's eyes were indifferent. The hands holding the sword were as solid as a rock. His clothes were bulging, and his true energy formed an invisible defensive shield around him, blocking the sword. Angry attack.
The scabbard was waving, one against eight.
"I'm happy with wine, but I'm crazy without wine." The wine connoisseur responded coolly, his originally rosy face already showing a bit of paleness.
When fighting against a master like Tian Tinghe, he was distracted and fought one against eight. This kind of consumption was extremely terrifying.
"You don't think you are the only one who knows how to multitask, do you?" Tian Tinghe sneered, and the big gourd beside him trembled.
In the big gourd, there is a short stick.
Belongs to left prime minister Tian Tinghe.
"It is very dangerous to clamp a swordsman's sword." The wine Taoist smiled and pushed the sword hilt with his right hand.
Tian Tinghe's pupils shrank slightly, and as the sword tip approached, he immediately retreated.
The wine Taoist abandoned his sword directly, and his figure turned into afterimages, attacking around the eight shadow guards.
The scabbard is in hand, sweeping in all directions.
In just an instant, all eight shadow guards fell to the ground, blood gushing from their necks.
The wine connoisseur was completely exhausted, and he was lying on his back on the ground. His face was as pale as paper, but he was smiling at the corner of his mouth.
"Fell into a trap."
Tian Tinghe's face turned livid, he stared at the wine connoisseur and said coldly, "Is it worth it?"
The wine connoisseur looked at the sky and said leisurely: "If you had such a monster apprentice, you wouldn't ask such a question."
"So what if you're a monster? No matter how high the world is, you always have to pay the price." Tian Tinghe stepped towards the wine master.
The wine connoisseur smiled and said, "Unfortunately, there is no wine at the moment."
"I do." A cold voice sounded.
Tian Tinghe frowned and raised his eyes to look ahead. A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi holding a long sword slowly walked towards him.
Xia Qingshan, the head of the Xia family in Lingshan County.
The wine master raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing at this time?"
"It's a joke on you." Xia Qingshan said lightly.
"You shouldn't have come." The wine Taoist sighed.
Xia Qingshan said: "I'm already here."
"But you are too weak." The wine master said.
Xia Qingshan looked very unhappy.
Tian Tinghe also looked very unhappy.
He has wasted too much time here.
Tian Tinghe held the wine Taoist's sword and glanced at Xia Qingshan coldly.
Xia Qingshan took a deep breath.
Uh-huh!
Tian Tinghe's sword has been placed on Xia Qingshan's neck.
"He is right, you are too weak." Tian Tinghe said coldly.
Xia Qingshan's face was stiff and extremely ugly.
"You'd better not kill him." The wine Taoist said calmly, "Otherwise, the poor Taoist will let you die."
Tian Tinghe sneered: "Besides moving your mouth, what else can you do now?"
The wine Taoist said: "Pindao has another disciple."
"Then?" Tian Tinghe was indifferent.
The wine Taoist laughed and said, "This disciple, Pindao, was once a scholar."
Tian Tinghe understood.
Scholars and literati are the most insidious.
Still very vindictive.
"You are so optimistic about him? You know, this is Chang'an City." Tian Tinghe looked at the wine Taoist, "In Chang'an City, he killed the royal family. He is a young man who doesn't know the importance. Don't you know?"
The wine connoisseur said softly: "If the young man is not frivolous once or twice, how can he be worthy of this high-spirited time?"
Tian Tinghe shook his head, "It's not worth it to ruin your bright future by being frivolous once."
"Whether it's worth it or not is up to you," the wine master said humanely.
Tian Tinghe sneered: "Now, your life and death are decided by the truth."
"That's not necessarily the case." A faint laugh sounded in the distance.
"Meng Tiangang..." Tian Tinghe's face changed slightly.
Chu Xiu, Meng Tiangang, Pei Yuxian, Mo Baicao, the old man with white beard and others came together.
"Still alive..." Xia Qingshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that from all four directions, Pindao, who is the master, is the most embarrassing." The wine Taoist laughed and glanced at Xia Qingshan from the corner of his eye. He felt relieved and said with a smile, "Fortunately, you are here."
Xia Qingshan's face turned blue again, and he glared at the wine Taoist fiercely, feeling extremely depressed.
Before coming, he had imagined that he might be the rescuer who changed the situation; he had also imagined that he would die tragically without being able to save himself...
I never thought that when I arrived, it would be over.
Before he could even draw the sword, someone else's sword was already on his neck.
Chu Xiu and others came closer.
"He is Tian Tinghe, the left prime minister." Pei Yuxian introduced in a low voice.
"Prime Minister Zuo?" Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering something Gu Chensha said before.
The unruly young man named Chen Changsheng, who was holding a short stick, had beaten the left prime minister and knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Do you know Chen Changsheng?" Chu Xiu asked curiously.
Tian Tinghe stared at Chu Xiu and asked, "What do you think of him?"
"It's pretty crazy." Chu Xiu said truthfully.
Pei Yuxian on the side was a little speechless. She didn't know Chen Changsheng, but it felt weird to hear Chu Xiu calling others crazy.
Tian Tinghe smiled and said leisurely: "That's not crazy."
"Oh?" Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows.
Tian Tinghe said with a serious face: "He is chic, uninhibited, and a real man in my heart."
"..."
Chu Xiu was speechless for a moment, but at the same time he realized that the identity of the man named Chen Changsheng was probably not simple.
"Chen Changsheng..."
A playful smile appeared on Old Man Tianji's lips.
"How about you help me pass a message to Emperor Qian?" Chu Xiu helped Master Jiu Taoist and raised his eyes to look at Tian Tinghe.
Tian Tinghe's face straightened, knowing that His Majesty the Emperor's actions had completely failed.
"you say."
Everyone else looked at Chu Xiu.
