"Sect disciple?"
Qingjiu raised his head and followed the voice and looked at the person opposite him, only to see an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, looking at the clothes of Wan Hanxiu and Wan Dong with blurred eyes and smell of alcohol.
There was ridicule in his eyes, and his tone was very frivolous.
"Hey, ancestor, you drank too much, go back and rest quickly."
At this time, a woman who was quite old but had a dignified face came up behind him. She walked to the old man's side, held his arm and pulled him out.
"In today's world, all kinds of monsters, demons and ghosts can be called the disciples of the sect. Holding a broken piece of metal in your hand, you dare to walk around the world and slay demons. It is really the decline of the sect. It's really ridiculous."
The old man waved away the woman's hand and sneered at Qingjiu and the others. His voice was so loud that it temporarily overwhelmed the voices around him and attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Small wine?"
Nie Ling and others upstairs also heard the sounds below, stretched their heads and looked down, and couldn't help but be stunned when they saw a familiar figure.
Then he stood up and prepared to walk down.
"How dare you slander our Sword Sect with such a thousand-year legacy?"
When Hong Xuan heard that the old man mentioned the sect, he turned red and pointed at the old man.
"Sword Sect?"
The old man's walking steps paused slightly when he heard Hong Xuan mentioning Jian Zong. Then he looked sideways at Hong Xuan and Wan Dong and Xiao Man beside him, and laughed out loud after seeing the clothes on their bodies.
"The Sword Sect is really inferior to every generation."
After saying this, the old man waved his sleeves and laughed and went out.
Hong Xuan had never heard someone slander Jian Zong like this. He was a little red-eyed for a moment and chased the old man out of the door.
"Stop and apologize."
As soon as he came out of Qiulanfang, Hong Xuan raised his sword and stood in front of the old man.
"Girl, your drinks and meals..."
When the lady who was serving the sake and others saw a few people still standing below, she pointed at the drinks that had been brought to her behind her. The boy who was holding the drinks looked a little embarrassed. .
"Follow me out."
After saying that, Qingjiu pushed Nan'er away, looked around, then walked out carrying the unoccupied table.
As he walked, he didn't forget to say, "Chairs, take out the chairs too."
He didn't look prepared to break up the fight at all, but was rather excited.
Without hesitation, Naner picked up a chair and followed Sake out.
Then a strange scene appeared. I saw a slender and beautiful woman carrying a huge table, followed by several men with outstanding faces, walking out the door with chairs in their hands.
After walking to the door, he placed the table directly next to Qiulanfang.
"Put it here."
After Qingjiu put down the table, he pointed to the boy behind him, sat on the bench that Nan Er had moved, and said to him.
"this……"
The boy looked embarrassed. He didn't expect Sake to actually sit at the door and watch the show.
"Girl, that's your group. If you don't try to persuade me, I think this little Taoist fellow Taoist is young, so don't suffer a loss."
At this time, the woman who was supporting the old man came to Qingjiu, lowered her head and said to her with a smile.
"What's wrong with the young man suffering a little loss? Don't worry, grandma, I will never blackmail you."
Sake smiled back at the woman and said nonchalantly.
"Look at this fellow Taoist..."
"Listen to her."
The woman smiled when she saw Qingjiu, and then looked at Nan'er beside her. Unexpectedly, Nan'er replied coldly without raising her eyes.
"Why……"
Seeing few normal people, the woman could only sigh and looked at the two people confronting each other on the road with a worried face.
"Humph, the little kid is not old, but he has a bad temper and is not very capable. But he has learned how to make others look fat."
The old man was obviously drunk, his face was flushed, and his tongue felt like he couldn't hold his tongue straight when he spoke, but his temper was very strong, and he said to Hong Xuan in a sarcastic tone.
"Xuan'er, I can't bear this, so give me a beating!"
Sake, who was sitting on the side, not only did not make a fuss, but also continued to raise the fire. After finishing his words, he drank the wine in his hand and Gao Sheng said.
"Oh, my ancestors..."
Grandma, who was originally afraid of something happening in her workshop, immediately clapped her hands and looked at the expression on Qingjiu's face, dumbfounded after hearing Qingjiu's voice.
"You are simply unreasonable. You are relying on your old age to betray your old age. Since you don't apologize, you will be offended."
Hong Xuan was still worried at first, but when he heard the sound of sake, he suddenly became angry, raised his sword and attacked.
"Second Senior Brother Hong Xuan, this guy still can't help but fan himself?"
After Qingjiu saw Hong Xuan's actions, he tilted his body slightly and whispered in Nan'er's ear.
"Well, my character needs to be tempered."
Nan'er followed Qingjiu's line of sight and knew what Qingjiu wanted to hear. He turned to look at her and said with a smile.
Within a short distance, Qingjiu's lips seemed to be touching Nan Er's face, but it didn't seem to be there.
Qingjiu was stunned for a moment. She could even see a very light mole at the corner of Nan'er's right eye. Their breathing was intertwined. They quickly sat upright and tightened their hands holding the wine glass.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to."
Qingjiu didn't look at Nan Er, but said in a panic.
"..."
Nan Er curled his lips and said nothing.
But... I did it on purpose?
Although Hong Xuan's swordsmanship is immature, it can still be seen that his swordsmanship is very domineering, and every time he swings the sword, it is very heavy and fast.
But the old man was just holding an old iron rod.
The shadow of the sword was like a weaving, and the sword blade struck the hard iron rod, bursts of sounds of gold and iron clashing, and sparks flying everywhere.
Looking over here, although Hong Xuan's swordsmanship is domineering, he is too young after all. For him, such swordsmanship can only be used in quick battles but not lasting.
On the other hand, the old man's movements were much lighter, as if he was deliberately teasing Hong Xuan. After a while, you could see Hong Xuan's movements slowing down.
"Ah!"
After swinging his sword again, the old man held a stick in one hand and easily blocked Hong Xuan's attack. It seemed that he was tired of playing with it. He pushed the iron rod upwards fiercely, pushing away Hong Xuan's sword, and then switched the iron rod. The old man held it in one direction and then waved it out.
"Bang."
I saw Hong Xuan's whole body being shaken out, towards the direction of where Sake was.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved."
The old man looked at Hong Xuan with contempt and an even more vicious tone.
"you……"
"return."
Qingjiu let go of his hand on Hong Xuan's back and said something to Wan Dong and Xiao Man who were also feeling a little violent beside him.
"Looking at the senior's body skills, could it be that the swordsman Yan Wugui is invincible as soon as the sword is released?"
Qingjiu helped Hong Xuan upright, raised his hand and patted his back gently.
Hong Xuan was stunned and turned to look at Qingjiu. He was very familiar with this action. His junior uncle would do it every time he was injured in the past.
"I admit my mistake, I no longer have a knife."
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