The world may have suddenly forgotten the story of that small wine shop in the small town of Donghai.
So after a certain day, no one came here to buy wine.
But someone came in to eat some noodles.
The waiter went out to chat with the old men, so Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting by the window, ordered the bowl of noodles for him.
This time it was okay, at least the man paid after eating.
When the waiter came back, Zhang Xiaoyu gave him the money.
The waiter thought that Zhang Xiaoyu was quite nice.
So he bought another jar of wine for him.
Zhang Xiaoyu really drank a lot this time.
This young man who used to hang out in various major poker halls in Nanyi City actually rarely drinks.
Maybe it's poverty, maybe it's other reasons.
Zhang Xiaoyu was still waiting in the wine shop.
The difference from last time was that last time he was hesitant.
And this time it was to spread the word among the people.
So I couldn't eat it last time, but I ate it very happily this time.
The waiter really believed that Zhang Xiaoyu had given him money, and helped him buy wine every day, and then came back to feed him.
Although Xiao Er's ancestor's wine was not very good, his noodles were delicious.
Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes feels melancholy while eating, thinking what if he leaves Donghai in the future and cannot eat such delicious noodles.
He also wanted to say a few words of praise like Cao Weiying.
But thinking about the consequences of Xiaoer's family over the past thousand years, I stopped thinking about it.
It is never possible for talents to climb out of one fire pit and fall into another fire pit.
So when someone passed by the window and saw Zhang Xiaoyu sitting here eating noodles every day, he asked him curiously.
Is this noodles delicious?
Well...it tastes terrible.
Zhang Xiaoyu said.
But the man didn't believe it, so he ran in and asked the waiter to give him a bowl.
After eating, I scolded Zhang Xiaoyu - their noodles are so delicious, but you just say they don't taste good. Are you trying to ruin their reputation?
Zhang Xiaoyu was scolded and sat there doubting life for a long time.
What is the human world and what is the world?
He found that he actually couldn't understand it.
So I just immersed myself in eating noodles.
The way he just immersed himself in eating noodles attracted many people.
Just like what the saying goes - you can't hide your love for someone, if you cover your mouth, it will escape from your eyes.
Well, I also like a bowl of noodles.
No matter how silent you are, the sound of you slurping noodles will escape from the window.
Who says Bai Yueguang must be a human?
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed deeply.
This is truly the most delicious noodle in the world.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu went to the East China Sea again to ask for a sword from Mojianya, and soon the news spread throughout the world.
The East China Sea is the quietest in the world, because the high cliff is silent.
But because of the existence of that high cliff, it is also the place with the loudest noise in the world.
People want to see the cliff wind blowing, but they are also worried about it.
It's a pity that what blows to the world this time is a wind in the town.
But based on Zhang Xiaoyu's previous commotion at Shanhe Temple, this calm can be regarded as satisfying some people's desire to spy on Gao Ya.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu was once one of the Three Swordsmen in the World.
But he has entered the high road.
And everyone knows that the cold woman from Mojian Cliff is still in the sixth realm of the trail.
For thousands of years, it has been said that Mojianya is taller than everyone else in the world, so how taller are they?
Of course, the most intriguing thing was the words Zhang Xiaoyu asked the waiter to pass on.
It’s Zhang Xiaoyu from the Shanhe Guanzong, not Zhang Xiaoyu from the Human Sword Sect.
So on the second day when Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting by the window of the restaurant eating noodles, a disciple of the Donghai Sword Sect, carrying a sword on his back, sat down across from the table.
At the beginning, the Sword Sect disciple who looked about forty years old said nothing and just sat there upright.
Probably because it is too close to Mojian Cliff, disciples of Donghai Sword Sect are often keen on wearing green clothes.
So while Zhang Xiaoyu was eating noodles, he raised his head and glanced at the Jian Sect disciple who was sitting expressionlessly for several times.
Suddenly, I felt that a green onion was sitting in front of me.
Green onions are certainly not as fragrant as shallots.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought this and ignored him, just eating his own noodles.
After a long time, the Jianzong disciple finally couldn't sit still anymore. He squinted at Zhang Xiaoyu, who had already picked up a bowl to drink soup, and said slowly: "I thought you should come to a place like the East China Sea. Be more restrained.”
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment after hearing these words. Am I being arrogant?
I just eat a bowl of noodles when I'm hungry, and drink a sip of wine when I'm sad.
"Why haven't I restrained myself?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked the same question sincerely.
"You didn't call me senior."
The forty-year-old Sword Sect disciple in the second realm of the small path said this.
This question is very bizarre.
So Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a long time before asking: "What do you think you have that makes me worthy of calling you senior?"
"The sword of the world today, the sword comes out of the East China Sea..."
"The world's swordsmanship comes from the sword cliff, not the East China Sea."
"The East China Sea is the closest place to Jianya." Although the man was interrupted by Zhang Xiaoyu, he still said every word seriously.
The serious look on his face as he spoke every word made Zhang Xiaoyu almost think that his sword was the one closest to the East China Sea.
The man raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, and also at the Shanhe Sword behind Zhang Xiaoyu, and then continued: "The unknown swordsman in the world, when he meets Donghai, he will naturally call him senior."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Donghai sword cultivator quietly, and it wasn't until these words that he understood what this man meant.
Donghai no longer recognizes Zhang Xiaoyu as a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but if you, Zhang Xiaoyu, carry a sword on your back, you are still considered a swordsman.
Sword cultivators who don't have a master, when they meet Donghai, they naturally have to call their seniors first.
The Donghai sword cultivator just looked at Zhang Xiaoyu. After saying that, he stopped talking, but there seemed to be some mocking taste on his lips.
Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the bowl in front of him.
The man shrank back inexplicably.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly picked up the bowl, drank the remaining bit of soup, then reached out to dip a piece of chopped green onion on the edge of the bowl and ate it, then just took the bowl and walked towards the kitchen.
The waiter was under the kitchen - when Donghai Jianxiu came, he subconsciously asked for a bowl of noodles.
When Zhang Xiaoyu sent the bowl over, the waiter who didn't know anything raised his head and asked.
"what are you guys saying?"
"It's nothing." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, but when he lifted the curtain and walked out, he added, "Just eat less, he may not be able to eat that much."
Although the waiter was a little confused, he still nodded, then stood in front of the stove and put back a lot of the noodles in his hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu returned to sit by the window, looked at the Donghai sword cultivator with a smile, nodded in recognition, and said, "Yes, that's true."
The man didn't expect Zhang Xiaoyu to admit it so simply, so he sat up straighter again, as if waiting for Zhang Xiaoyu to call him senior.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally couldn't call him "Senior", so he calmly took out the Shanhe Sword from behind and placed it on the table.
There was still some noodle soup that had been spilled on the table, but Zhang Xiaoyu didn't pay attention and just looked at the Donghai sword cultivator in front of him calmly.
"Which sword sect in the East China Sea are you from?"
Naturally, that person would not announce his name as Sword Sect, but simply said lightly: "Donghai Sword Sect is Donghai Sword Sect..."
But before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared into the wine shop.
Also disappearing with it was the Mountain and River Sword in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.
The waiter happened to bring out a bowl of noodles and saw Zhang Xiaoyu sitting there alone. He was a little confused. He put the noodles on the table, wiped his hands on his apron, and looked around outside the window.
"Where is that person?"
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "He came in a hurry. He hadn't finished digesting what he had eaten before, so he went out for a walk."
"It won't taste good if it's lumpy."
The waiter said and went behind the counter to check the accounts again.
"It's okay. He will come back when he remembers which sword sect he comes from."
Zhang Xiaoyu said casually, then picked up the jar of wine that the waiter bought for him, stepped on a stool with one foot, leaned against the window, and drank the wine calmly.
People were coming and going outside the window. Even if someone was carried out by the sword earlier, no one took a second look here.
But sometimes not looking just means they are looking.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly watched the people walking back and forth on the streets carrying swords. The morning breeze was very cool, and the hot breath from the sword-making furnaces had not yet completely enveloped the town.
Not long after, Shanhe Sword came back with the Donghai Sword Cultivator who was about to faint.
The sword cultivator, who had carefully taken care of himself when he went out, was now in an extremely embarrassed state. He was sitting at the table with disheveled hair, and his clothes were torn into pieces, like green onions hanging all over his body.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Donghai Sword Cultivator quietly and said softly: "Look, you are right. I am not a member of the Sword Sect, so people from our Taoist sect always know the severity of our attacks. Otherwise, you might be under my influence." When the sword was taken to the East China Sea Sword Sect, he died in those sword intentions."
Donghai Jianxiu sat there silently, his face pale.
"Mo Jian Ya hasn't come out to talk to the human world for a long time, so Donghai Sword Cultivator has always been arrogant, I can understand." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "The Human Sword Sect is far away in the south, and I haven't talked to you either. To be fair, you will inevitably look down upon it, and I can understand that."
"But." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and held the sheathed sword, with the words "mountain and river" in the sword, "Since I am not a disciple of the Sword Sect, I am a member of the Shanhe Temple."
Then the whole room was filled with a strong Taoist wind, and the white clothes were rolled up, revealing the Taoist robe underneath.
Mountains and rivers sit together with me.
Something seemed to blow over the sword cultivator sitting across from him.
Then in his eyes, a Dao Wen faintly appeared.
It is the word mountain for Shanheguan.
The sword cultivator seemed to realize something. He lowered his head in a panic, plucked his eyelids, and looked at himself in the bowl of noodle soup in front of him.
When the word "山" fell into the noodle soup, it was emitting a mighty golden light. Donghai Jianxiu screamed, covered his eyes, and fell backwards. The sword intent of the path and slanted bridge realm spread out, as if he wanted to Suppress that sermon.
However, whether it was the sword intention or the vitality in the divine sea, it just began to appear and was crushed by the Dao Wen in the noodle bowl.
"Be calm." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "There are so many disputes about right and wrong in the world."
Jian Xiu lay on the ground and wailed. Even the waiter beside him couldn't bear to look at it. He just lowered his head and checked his accounts. There seemed to be something wrong, but the waiter didn't have the intention to look at it seriously. He just lowered his head and kept looking. Looking through the ledger.
After a long time, the sword cultivator finally realized something. He closed his eyes and the wind finally dissipated in the room.
Only the corners of his eyes were still bleeding.
"But since you want to fight, you have to accept all the unbearable costs - this is my personal experience." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, poured a bowl of wine into the bowl, picked it up and drank and looked out the window .
Donghai Jianxiu closed his eyes and fumbled to sit down at the table again.
"People from the He sect always do some shameful things in hiding. People from the Guan sect hide in the mountains and think about the great road all day long. The Shan sect..." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "I'm from the Shan sect, what? It’s a mountain, and a mountain is something that stands out in the eyes of the world. In the words of the world, a mountain is the face of Guanli. Although I don’t like some people in Guanli very much, after all, I am also a member of Guanli.”
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at the sword cultivator in front of him, and said slowly: "Eat the noodles, don't waste it. When you see people in the temple in the future, remember to close your eyes, lower your head, be more pious, and call yourself senior brother when you should." Senior brother, those who should be called senior uncle should be called senior uncle."
Donghai Jianxiu said nothing more, just lowered his head, closed his eyes, hurriedly finished the bowl of noodles in front of him, then stood up and left the restaurant in a hurry.
It took a while before the waiter came over to clear away the dishes. On the other hand, he looked at the sword cultivator from the window who was silently leaving with his sword on his back.
"Is he blind?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there and said calmly: "He was blind to begin with."
The waiter thought for a while, and it seemed like this was the case.
Even if Zhang Xiaoyu is not a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, he is still a disciple of the Shanhe Temple, one of the three temples in the world.
Still a great practitioner.
He ran over so carelessly and asked Zhang Xiaoyu to call him "Senior". What if he wasn't blind?
Is it really just to humiliate Zhang Xiaoyu for fun?
The waiter took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly by the window, squinting as he watched the sword cultivator go away, then chuckled and looked down at the Mountain and River Sword in front of him.
View of mountains and rivers.
...
The unknown Donghai sword cultivator left the town, and when passing by the clear stream, he heard a burst of laughter.
"Did you forget to call me senior brother?"
Donghai Jianxiu stopped there, not lowering his head, but also not opening his eyes - the two mountain-character Taoist scripts remained in his eyes, and it would take a long time to recover.
Although he couldn't see it and didn't use his sword energy to sense it, he still pointed accurately towards the man by the stream.
Because when I came in the morning, that man was sitting there.
The Donghai Sword Cultivator just took a quick glance at the clear stream. Occasionally, there would be one or two people sitting there. He didn't know what they were looking for, but it was normal for there to be people by the stream. Maybe I was tired from walking and took a rest, maybe I wanted to see if there were any fish inside. He had seen young people looking there, wondering whether eating the fish here would make them immortal.
And now this man was wearing a black robe. He was probably a young man. He was sitting there with his legs crossed and his chin propped up, as if he was thinking about something.
The Donghai sword cultivator took one look and was about to leave - he was going to ask the white-clothed sword cultivator from the northwest some questions.
After only taking two steps, I heard the man on the other side of the stream whisper softly: "Are you going to the town?"
Donghai Jianxiu said calmly: "Yes."
"What to do?"
Donghai Jianxiu stopped, and the man still didn't look back, just sitting there quietly.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Donghai Jianxiu felt that he could answer the first question very well.
The man laughed and said: "No, I just feel that it would be a bit boring to come and go in such a hurry. How about this? I heard that there is a person there who has embarrassed your Jianzong. Why don't you go and talk to him? , how about humiliating him?"
Although Donghai Jianxiu didn't know how he knew that he would go find Zhang Xiaoyu, he just sneered, looked at the man, and said, "This is a matter within our Sword Sect, what does it have to do with you?"
"No, it's just that I don't like him. Look, I'm wearing black clothes, but he has to wear white clothes. This is very annoying. If you are willing to do this for me, that would be the best, no. If you want, that’s okay.”
The man was throwing stones into the water and talking.
"I'll wait for the next person."
Donghai Jianxiu just sneered and walked toward the town with his sword on his back.
Naturally, he initially just wanted to ask Zhang Xiaoyu what it meant to come to Donghai again after losing a match at Shanheguan.
I just don’t know why, but the words of the young man by the stream inexplicably took root in my heart like an evil seed.
So when he sat in front of the sword cultivator in white, many things changed.
So when he stood by the stream again, he closed his eyes and faced the direction of the clear stream. After being silent for a long time, he said, "So you are also a person who watches mountains and rivers."
The young man's laughter came from the wind beside the stream.
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
"I am his senior brother, which is what he said. I am a member of the He Sect who hides and does some shameful things." The young man in black chuckled softly and said, "My name is Chen Qingshan, you can call me Senior Brother Chen, you can also call me Senior Uncle Chen.”
Zhang Xiaoyu from the Shan Sect and Chen Qingshan from the He Sect.
Things at Shanheguan have always been very confusing.
Donghai Sword Cultivator was silent for a while and said, "Is there any difference?"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Call me uncle, and I will break only one of your legs. Call me senior brother, and I will break both of your legs."
"Why?"
"Because I asked you to humiliate him, and you actually went." Chen Qingshan said softly, "We are Shanhe Guan, my dear little sword cultivator from the East China Sea."
Sword cultivators in the minor realm are certainly not considered minor sword cultivators.
Even in the human world, those who are in the lower three realms of the minor path can be called upper realm sword cultivators.
But in the eyes of the Three Swords and Three Views of the World, anyone under the Great Dao can be called a Little Sword Cultivator.
Donghai Sword Cultivator's expression changed, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, and then he turned into sword light and headed towards Qingshan.
The wind whistled in my ears, and it seemed that I was far away in an instant.
But when he stopped, he still heard the gurgling sound of the clear stream.
"What's your name? If it's a nice name, I can be gentler."
Donghai sword cultivator listened to the young man's voice and raised his hand to hold the sword, but it was empty. Then he heard the sound of flicking the sword from the stream.
So he was silent for a long time and said, "Qingfeng, uncle."
The young man by the stream chuckled and said, "It's too vulgar, so I decided to be more cautious."
