In the forest beside the stream.
A lantern lit up.
There was a table full of delicious food and a jar of wine on the table.
Lu Ruyi has left here and went to the Xijian Tower.
Wu Wen and Qiu Chen, who were originally going to chase Amu, were stopped by Dongfang Hong, and they all went to the eighth floor of the Xijian Tower.
Wu Ximiao, the owner of Xijian Tower, is here.
Accompanying Xiao Baozi and the others in the small courtyard in the forest beside the stream was Bu Jinghong.
Bu Jinghong is not good at words, he only knows how to kill people and drink alcohol.
Now he already knows the identities of these people, and also knows the relationship between these people and Li Chenan.
This relationship made it even harder for him to say anything.
Because he is the oldest here, but he worships Li Xiaofeng!
Li Xiaofeng is Li Chenan!
He is Li Chenan's disciple!
But the Master Xiao of Wanxi Zhai is Li Chenan’s fiancée, and she will be his future master wife!
These other young men are all brothers of Li Chenan... they are his uncles!
Jianghu is a place where seniority is important.
Bu Jinghong poured a glass of wine for everyone. He picked up the wine glass and bowed: "I am all of you...seniors!"
"Juniors don't know etiquette, so I have to offer a toast to all seniors... Feel free to do whatever you want!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank a toast.
Bu Jinghong filled up his glass of wine and sat down in his seat. He didn't know what to say. He was very worried that he was not enthusiastic enough and had offended these seniors who had come from afar. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhenghaoxuan spoke at this time.
He looked at Amu and said.
"Elder brother..."
Amu waved his hand, with a cool expression on his knife-like face: "Don't ask anything, senior brother wants to drink tonight!"
Wang Zhenghaoxuan was stunned, "Oh, then let's drink!"
Amu rarely drinks alcohol, but tonight, he drank the most.
He didn't eat a bite of the food, and he drank most of the jar of wine alone!
Everyone didn't know why, but Bu Jinghong admired Amu very much.
Wine is your character!
This Uncle Amu is so kind!
What a man!
Amu drank so much that he vomited.
But he vomited and drank again!
Vomited again!
He can still drink it!
This is awesome!
But Wang Zhenghaoxuan was very worried.
Because he knows his senior brother.
This is enough to show that the elder brother is feeling very bitter.
But the senior brother is a dull gourd. If he doesn't speak, no one can pry his mouth open, and no one knows what he is thinking in his heart.
Xiao Baozi also frowned slightly and looked at Amu. She knew that this was a young man with a story.
But she didn't know what kind of story he had.
Xiao Wu also looked at Amu worriedly. He originally wanted to prepare a sobering soup for Amu, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea——
Although it is said that drinking makes one feel even more sad, but when you wake up after being drunk, you may be able to let go of some things.
On the contrary, Xiaojian understood Amu's move. In the past, he couldn't sleep at night and wanted to get drunk but couldn't.
Xiaoqin was very worried as she sat next to Xiaojian. She pouted slightly and wanted to persuade, but in the end she didn't say a word.
At this time, Wang Zhenghaoxuan asked cautiously: "Elder brother... was he emotionally injured?"
"I haven't seen you hanging out with girls from any family?"
Amu's drunken eyes were blurry. He suddenly smiled and placed a hand on Wang Zhenghaoxuan's shoulder.
"Junior brother... Senior brother, I'm... okay!"
"Eldest Brother just wants to drink, and wants to experience the feeling of being drunk... Well, Eldest Brother suddenly wants to recite a poem at this time!"
When these words came out, it was not just Wang Zhenghaoxuan who was shocked.
Even Xiao Baozi, Xiao Wu, Xiao Jian and Xiao Qin were shocked.
They all knew that the Mushan sword was the most stable sword, but they never expected that this sword could even recite poetry!
Wang Zhenghaoxuan's eyes lit up and he grinned: "Then please invite Senior Brother to listen!"
Amu stood up and staggered to the middle of the yard.
He raised his head and looked at the stars and moon in the night sky.
He suddenly pulled out his knife with a "clang..." sound!
He actually started dancing with a knife!
His steps were very frivolous, and as a result, the Mushan sword, which was supposed to be extremely stable, became light and fluttery, losing its original trajectory.
"When will the bright moon come?
Ask the sky for wine..."
Everyone was stunned, and no one expected that the poem Amu was going to recite was the poem written by Li Chenan during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, which made the entire Wu students ashamed!
But Xiao Baozi's slender eyes suddenly lit up!
Bu Jinghong couldn't move his eyes away when he saw it!
Amu drunkenly waved his sword.
The knife is like a willow leaf!
The knife suddenly pointed towards the sky. Amu was not asking the sky for wine, he was asking the sky with the knife!
What did he want to ask?
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky..."
Amu seemed to have forgotten the Mushan sword he had learned for more than ten years!
He stepped on the Seven Star Steps, and the long knife in his hand suddenly glowed with a cold light. At this moment, everyone had an illusion——
I don’t know if the cold light is the light of the sword or the light of the moon.
But at this moment, a man walking in the forest suddenly stopped. He also looked at the knife that Amu was waving.
He saw clearly.
That was not the light of a sword, nor the light of the moon.
That was... the light of the sword cut off the moonlight, and the light of the sword intertwined with the moonlight, just like the tears in Amu's eyes at this moment!
Amu suddenly rose into the sky and shouted loudly: "I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade rooms... it will be extremely cold at high places!"
He swung his sword in the air!
The light of the long knife chopped up his shed tears, and the broken tears flew up with his knife.
He actually slashed towards the crescent moon in the sky with one knife!
At the moment when it was chopped off, the sword's light suddenly shone brightly!
As a result, the moonlight lost its color.
The stars are all disconnected!
Amu's momentum is rising steadily at this moment!
His people are flying higher and higher, as if they are really going to run towards the moon, as if his sword has landed on the bright moon!
What kind of awe-inspiring momentum is that? !
"Breaking through!"
"Break through the realm with one strike!"
Bu Jinghong suddenly stood up!
Wang Zhenghaoxuan’s mouth opened wide and his eyes widened!
The old man in the forest stroked his long beard and showed a happy smile.
He is the master of Mushan Sword Mountain, Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan, Lu Chuqi!
He also raised his head at this moment and looked at Amu and Amu's knife in the air. He felt a little regretful because it was the ninth day of the lunar month!
If it were the seventh day of the lunar month... Li Chen'an wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine. On the seventh night of the lunar month, Amu, a disciple of Lao Tzu, drank wine, chanted poems, and broke through the realm by slashing the moon with a sword!
What a boast!
This matter can be engraved on the monument of Mushan Sword!
Slightly further away.
On the eighth floor of Xijian Tower.
Wu Ximiao and others all felt the sharp sword intent in the air.
They came to the window.
They all looked at Amu who had completely forgotten himself in the air.
"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world……!"
Amu chanted loudly, and the sword force suddenly changed the moment he finished speaking.
Countless sword lights lit up in the sky!
But in all the sword light, there is a kind of coldness of death!
Wu Wen was shocked, and she unconsciously tightened Qiu Chen's hand.
She understood the knife.
That knife seemed to have no taste of the human world!
"First level lower level!"
