This time, neither Qin Xiangyu nor Ye Xiaoqian cried out in surprise. They both stared at Wang Yi quietly, even Xiaoguang.
A bolt of lightning pierced Wang Yi's chest.
Same position, different time, a faint light, faster and more accurate than lightning.
Shining from the ground at Zhu Feng's feet...
Even the person involved, Wang Yi, didn't see clearly what was going on. Zhu Feng, known as Fengyun Sword, the long sword in his hand "Cang!" sounded...
Then a red flower bloomed on his chest, and the half-severed sword flew toward the ceiling of the lobby with a "Whoosh!" like lightning.
Finally, with a "pop!" sound, it was inserted into the iron-wood decorated floor.
"Ah..." a sound.
It was only then that Zhu Feng came out of his mouth. He was so frightened that he had to take three steps back.
He stared blankly at the blood seeping out from his chest.
Even when Zhu Feng drew his sword, he didn't see clearly who made the move or where the sword energy came from. The long sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces.
In an instant, the broken sword flew past his chest like lightning, almost decapitating him.
Xiaoguang looked at the dull-faced Zhu Feng and smiled and said, "I knew it would be like this. The sword of the man wearing earrings just now is the same as yours, and I didn't see clearly either."
At this time, veins were already bulging on the backs of Zhu Feng's slender hands.
After long and hard training, he finally achieved his current achievements, but he had just entered Chang'an City and found his enemy.
Before he could make a move, his sword was broken.
Xiaoguang was afraid that he would be sad, so he could only comfort him: "Don't mind, this is not your fault, nor is it Wang Yi's fault, this is the skill of the innkeeper's wife."
Qin Xiangyu smiled and comforted: "Don't be afraid, as long as you don't do anything in the inn, you are my distinguished guest, and no one can hurt you."
After listening to what the two said, Zhu Feng, who was originally full of murderous intent, became a little hesitant to enter.
After all, I didn't come to Chang'an to seek death. Since the brother of the Northwest Hero is also in this inn...
And there was still a life and death battle to wait for on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, so he decided to wait.
Seeing Zhu Feng's hesitant expression, Xiaoguang lit up another fire: "Don't worry, Wang Yi won't go anywhere before the Mid-Autumn Festival is decided. The innkeeper can guarantee you."
When Qin Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but cursed: "Little brat, why do you make the decision for me?"
Xiaoguang chuckled, looked at her and waved: "Didn't you just say that to the guy named Wu Tu? Oh, by the way, that guy lives in Room No. 3."
Qin Xiangyu sighed, looked at Zhu Feng and smiled: "Sir, you are in room four, and you happen to be next to them. They haven't gone out yet."
Zhu Feng looked at Wang Yi who was still calm and said coldly: "Then let's wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival night."
With a sound of "Dang!", he threw the half-broken sword on the ground, turned around and walked towards the backyard of the inn.
Ye Xiaoqian thought for a while, looked at Xiaoguang and said, "Why do you think he kept the scabbard and didn't throw it away?"
A cold light appeared in Xiao Guang's eyes, and he said quietly: "When have you ever seen a swordsman throw ten gold coins out casually? Would it be you?"
Ye Xiaoqian shook her head: "No."
After saying this, he looked at Wang Yi and said: "I didn't expect that after ten years, you have become more and more cold-blooded, a bit like a man... Well, I'm hungry."
Xiaoguang immediately puffed up his chest again, looked at Qin Xiangyu and said loudly: "Shopkeeper, since I helped you resolve two fights, please buy me a drink."
Qin Xiangyu spat at him: "You are so shameless."
Having said that, she still ordered Shouyi's waiter to go to the kitchen to cook. After watching a few lively scenes, she herself was very hungry.
…
On the 47th, I came to the wine shop leisurely, and Qingyu was boiling water and making tea.
Gao Yue'er sighed and said leisurely: "I never expected that Mr. Sir was not in the imperial city, but he used a magic circle to solve the immediate trouble for Qin Xiangyu and that stupid boy."
Qingyu looked at him and chuckled: "What does this mean? Those things were wonderful back then, but it's a pity that you were just like a fool at the time."
"You have nothing to do, let's talk and listen."
After so many years, this was the first time Gao Yuer'er mentioned Penglai Island to Qingyu. Before that, neither the old man nor Li Xiuyuan mentioned it.
Qingyu kept it secret for fear of irritating her junior sister.
Sighing, Qingyu said calmly: "Not to mention Li Xiuyuan waved his hand to deal with Niu Sanduo, but the dragon that suddenly emerged from the sea scared me half to death..."
"That's a guy who can transform into a dragon with the wind at a glance... At that time, everyone on the top of the mountain was scared to death, except you, junior sister, who was still stupid..."
"If sir hadn't taken you away from the high platform, I'm afraid you would have been swallowed by the dragon."
Speaking of this, Qingyu patted Gao Yue'er's hand and sighed: "Compared with that day, the scene in front of me is not even a trick."
Gao Yue'er sighed faintly: "I don't know when sir will come back. Senior took Xiaobao and Xiao Yue'er to the desert, and I don't know when he will come back."
"Mind yourself and ask them what to do?"
Qingyu glared at her, thought for a moment, reached out and pinched Gao Yue'er's ears and said, "Remember what Mr. and Senior said, we are not allowed to meddle in Datang's business."
Gao Yue'er shook her head: "There is a magic circle in the Hongchen Inn. I don't need to worry about it. It's none of my business to beat other people to death."
"As long as you know this truth, let's go to the snow-capped mountains to watch the excitement during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Qingyu withdrew her consciousness from looking at Hongchen Inn, stretched out her hand and slowly poured the spiritual tea into the cup.
…
It's late at night and no one sleeps.
Even Xiaoguang and Ye Xiaoqian went to dream separately, and Qin Xiangyu, who probably worked hard all day, went back to rest on the 46th.
In the woodshed in the backyard of the kitchen, a lamp was on, and a pot of crude tea was boiling on the stove.
Wang Yi, who had been silent for a long time, looked at Amu in front of him and asked: "Ajue has really lived here for ten years and followed you to chop firewood in this woodshed for ten years?"
"That's right, he not only chops firewood, but also gets up in the morning and pours incense, doing all the things I did."
Amu added hot tea to their cups and replied quietly: "What do you want to know?"
In Amu's view, Wang Yi's inquiry about Ajue's situation at this time was just for the decisive battle on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.
In those ten years, he had never seen Ah Jue draw a sword.
Just like he hadn't waited for Wang Yi to draw his sword these past few days.
In his eyes, Wang Yi and Ah Jue were like two completely different leaves, completely incomparable.
If the two people hadn't made an agreement ten years ago, there would be no need to go to the top of the snow-capped mountains to fight for their lives during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Only then did he remember something. He looked at Wang Yi and said seriously: "You can't go up to the top of the snow mountain. At most, you can climb to the middle of the mountain to find a spacious place."
"Why?" Wang Yi frowned.
The battle in the snow mountain was not only related to his reputation with Jin Wuming, but also related to his promise to Murong Shuyu.
No matter who wins or loses, he will go all out, and I believe Jin Wuming will do the same.
"Because you are too weak. Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain. How can we allow the world to trample on its dignity?"
Amu thought for a while, looked at him and smiled: "If you don't believe it, you can take those two guys to try tomorrow and see how high you can climb?"
In his opinion, whether it was Wang Yi or Ah Jue, it would be good if they could climb halfway up the mountain.
Not to mention, there are a bunch of bored idlers in the Chang'an Jianghu who are waiting to watch the fun.
Wang Yi sighed after hearing this and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, we'll see when the time comes. How high can he climb and how high can I climb?"
In Wang Yi's opinion, even if he goes to the base first, he can then spend several months trying to reach higher places.
If Jin Wuming couldn't go to such a high place in the end, wouldn't he be the same and have to surrender to him obediently?
He Wang Yi would not do such boring things.
After thinking for a while, Wang Yi asked again: "Jin Wuming's hand is very steady?"
Amu laughed when he heard it, and replied calmly: "If it were you, the firewood that has been chopped for ten years would be very stable."
Wang Yi looked at his hands, sighed, picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of coarse tea.
Amu saw that Wang Yilian's hand holding the tea cup was shaking, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed silently.
The Wang Yi he knew was not like this.
"Why did your hands become like this?" Amu thought for a while and couldn't help but ask.
"This...this started after I went to Lantian Villa ten years ago..."
There was an indescribable sadness on Wang Yi's face. After learning about Jin Wuming's death that year, and the night owl also died in Lantian Villa...
After leaving Hongfu Temple, Wang Yi fell in love with drinking. Although it was not the kind of drink that leads to death, it gave him the root of his disease.
That is, the hand used to hold the sword cannot remain stable for a long time.
This is undoubtedly a fatal weakness for an excellent swordsman, so he will not attack others easily at the moment.
Either he kills with one sword, or he would rather admit defeat when meeting someone like Luo Xiaoxing who doesn't want to take action.
Amu sighed after hearing this, and said with a reproachful tone: "As a swordsman, you are already dead."
Wang Yi also sighed and replied calmly: "No way."
The reason why he cared about Jin Wuming's disappearance for ten years was because he wanted to know if this guy was like himself, unable to live without alcohol all day long, but he learned that Ajue hardly drank.
Because he was a handyman whether in Yingyue Tower or Hongchen Inn.
And such a guy is destined to have no free time to drink for him every day. In addition to sleeping, Jin Wuming, who transforms into Ah Jue, is doing things when he is awake.
It turned out that the young master of Lantian Villa had spent ten years training his mind in the Red Dust Inn.
"Is it still too late for me to learn to chop firewood?"
Wang Yi had no intention of entering the mortal world as a waiter. He just wanted to stop his heart from shaking so much and try to make himself calmer and calmer.
Amu smiled faintly: "When he first started, he spent two hours chopping firewood every day. I don't know if it took a month or half a year, but he could finish it in one hour."
"Since Ajue came here, I rarely chop wood."
Amu said quietly: "Ajue said that he likes to chop firewood very much. He regards it as a kind of happiness, or a kind of venting."
After taking a breath, Wang Yi said: "I want to try it too."
"Then give it a try."
Amu laughed: "There are still a few months until the Mid-Autumn Festival. The so-called miracle can only be created by yourself, because I am not a swordsman and can't help you."
This time, Wang Yi did not flinch, but looked at the ax and hatchet beside him, and couldn't help but ask: "What does Jin Wuming use to chop wood?"
"He, he used a hatchet like me at first, and then he switched to an axe."
Amu smiled: "The more he used it, the heavier it became. I asked the blacksmith in the city to give him three axes. The heaviest one weighed thirty kilograms. He took it with him when he left."
Wang Yi smiled and asked: "Amu, what do you use to chop firewood?"
Amu took a sip of tea and replied: "I am weak, so I naturally use a hatchet. I am not Ajue, nor you."
"You have been chopping firewood for so long, so you must have some tricks, right? Tell me." Wang Yi asked.
Amu put down the cup and said with a smile: "There is no secret to chopping firewood. It is just a skilled job. You just need to remember to be fast, accurate and ruthless."
