Me and my Jianghu Tavern

A few drops of rain fell on Zhang Ming's face, he came back to his senses, and with a move with his right hand, Yu Ruyi turned into a streamer and floated back. Now that Uncle Wu is here, it's not his turn.

Uncle Wu took a look at the nine people and scolded, "Get lost."

He never intended to kill these people, he was no longer the person he was at this time, and participating in these things was already his bottom line.

But seeing that none of Jiu Tie Mian flinched, they all looked at the leader of the Tie Mask and waited for the old man to give an order.

"You go first." A hoarse voice came from under the iron mask.

The eight people behind them looked left and right, nodded to each other, and then turned into black shadows and left here.

The rain is still falling, and the wind has not stopped.

He was the only one left among the nine men in the iron mask, standing in the wind and rain.

Gu Qingshan looked at this person, not knowing what he was going to do.

A sigh came from under the iron face.

The old man stretched out his hand and lifted the iron mask. It was a wrinkled face with a strand of black hair hanging down, just like a knight-errant back then.

Wu Fu looked at him and asked why he didn't leave.

Mu Huanzhi said: "This old man will kill this person with his life and death on this trip. I lost to you at the beginning, but it doesn't mean that I will still lose to you now."

"Mu Huanzhi." Uncle Wu opened his mouth, paused, and looked at the person in front of him, "The people from back then are all dead, and you are one of the few people left."

"Mu Huanzhi?"

Gu Qingshan pondered for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes.

Could it be that the swordsman who defended Beimo 40 years ago died when Chang'an City was broken?Why are you still alive.

As a general, Mu Huanzhi went to the frontier of the Northern Desert and entered the army to take the head of the enemy general. The bloodthirsty general back then returned to Chang'an. I heard that the Secret Service had a master sword wielder , So he raised his knife and killed, trying to compare himself, but in the end he lost.

Mu Huanzhi put his right hand on the long knife and said, "Can't bear to kill me?"

Uncle Wu didn't speak.

The two of them are rivals. From the time Mu Huanzhi returned to Chang'an, they became long-term rivals. For several years in a row, Wu Fu was better than him, but Uncle Wu understood that he was better than Mu Huanzhi. , but it was a bit worse.

reluctant?Actually not.

"As I get older, I always think more." Uncle Wu smiled, he raised the broken sword, his face changed, and became indifferent.

"bring it on."

Mu Huanzhi drew out his long knife and slanted it to his side.

Gu Qingshan pulled up Chu Hang behind him, and stepped back a few steps, Chu Hang did not resist, and retreated to the rear.

Chu Hang took a deep breath, feeling the cold poison in his body, "You have to take a good look at this."

"Don't talk." Gu Qing Shan frowned.

A swordsman, a swordsman, are peerless.

Uncle Wu raised his head, the sword was flying, and the rain stopped in the air, as if the sky and the earth had stopped.

"Break." Uncle Wu slashed out with a sword.

The way the sword was swung was a little strange, but the repercussions were unparalleled.

The rain stopped again, the rain is the sword, the wind is the sword.

This sword came from a peerless swordsman.

With this sword, Chang'an can be guarded forever, and with this sword, he became the No. 1 secret agent.

Seeing that the person in front of him used the sword, Mu Huanzhi laughed three times and said: "I have thousands of troops, and I will try to kill the swordsman again."

With a single slash, it seemed as if a gold and iron horse appeared in front of my eyes.

The bloody battlefield is full of killing intent.

Someone was calling, and what was called was the word kill, and the horse raised its hooves, and all the souls of the dead on the North Desert battlefield were summoned.

The old man in the field looked like the general from back then, standing upright, holding a blood knife, without fear or regret.

The confrontation between the two peerless masters is only between this move.

The light of the sword and the light of the sword are only in such an instant.

Zhang Ming in the attic saw only two flashes of light.

In the next second, there was peace in the world.

Zhang Ming turned his head to look at Gu Qingshan and Chu Hang in the distance, both of them were shocked, as if they saw something, only Zhang Ming, he didn't see anything, he only saw two lights.

Perhaps, this will be the difference between those who have learned swords and those who have not.

Zhang Ming didn't see anything, only saw two lights.

"Boom!"

Uncle Wu and Mu Huanzhi stood in the field, and a thunderbolt flashed, illuminating the figures of the two.

Victory is decided.

"Who won?" Zhang Ming was a little puzzled, he couldn't see it, so he could only continue watching.

Tick.

Under Uncle Wu's cuff, blood flowed down his arm onto the broken sword and fell to the ground.

Mu Huanzhi raised his head, looked at Uncle Wu, and said, "I won?"

"You won." Uncle Wu nodded.

Mu Huanzhi stretched out his hand to grab it, and half of his bundled hair was cut off, but it was only half cut off.

Zhang Ming was slightly taken aback, Uncle Wu lost?

Gu Qingshan was very puzzled, in his opinion, it was Uncle Wu who came here after he won, why did Mu Huanzhi say that he won, and Uncle Wu also admitted it.

"Wu Fu, at the beginning you said that a sword is not as good as a sword, how is it now?" Mu Huanzhi asked.

"Each has its own merits." Uncle Wu looked at him.

Mu Huanzhi pondered for a long time, then sighed, "I lost."

He lost.

never won.

In order to injure Wu Fu with the technique of breaking the sword, the blood flowing down his arm was just the result of that sword.

Chapter 181: Never be free and easy

In the past, Wu Fu also had a good sword, but when he realized that sword, that sword became a broken sword.

The swordsman is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and is lonely and helpless.

Wu Fu made a peerless sword, but also destroyed a sword.

That sword cannot be carried by ordinary swords, and the sword will break, because the sword intent contained in that sword is enough to make a sword step into annihilation.

He also thought about changing a sword, but he was reluctant to part with the old guy in his hand, so he has been using it now, even though the broken sword is not even a broken sword, if he takes it again, it will destroy the sword.

Use your hand as a sword, your hand as the tip of the sword, and your arm as the body of the sword.

"..."

Mu Huanzhi bowed his head, looking at the iron face on the ground.

A knife is not as good as a sword?Mu Huanzhi has already got his own answer.

In front of Li Huang's suicide and the dragon chair, Mu Huanzhi failed to guard the country and was unworthy of being a general, so he fell into the Su family and stayed for 40 years.

"You shouldn't hold back." Mu Huanzhi said, he lost again, and raised his head: "Now you and I can call ourselves old men, what's the point of living like this."

Uncle Wu sighed, "Isn't it good to live?"

He died at the age of 23. He was still young at that time, but he didn't know what a pity in this world. Now, he doesn't want to die anymore, because there are still many people still alive.

But now, they all want to die.

Mu Huanzhi shook his head and said, "There is no one who is young."

I used to think that the mountains are high and the water is long, or the future is long, so there is no need to look far away, but I don’t know that the cutscenes in the [-]s are even more like people’s tea, after all, it’s just a dream.

"Are you all sick?" Uncle Wu frowned.

Mu Huanzhi was taken aback when he heard this.

Uncle Wu took a step forward and asked forcefully: "Is it hard for you to live? You can do whatever you want, and now you all want to die. You have only a few years to live, and you still want to force yourself to die. "

"That's right, you're fucking bitches, you deserve to die."

"Then let's all die. It's just right to leave the old man alone, so as not to disturb my leisure."

Uncle Wu turned around, holding the broken sword.

"Boom."

There was thunder, and Mu Huanzhi was stunned for a long time in the rain, but Uncle Wu's figure had disappeared before his eyes.

"Hahaha."

Gu Qingshan looked at this person.

Mu Huanzhi raised his head and laughed.

He laughed heartily, accompanied by heavy rain.

"Wu Fu, Wu Fu, you understand better than me." Mu Huanzhi laughed.

Zhang Ming in the attic looked at the 'general' who was laughing out loud, his smile was free and easy, but it wasn't really free and easy, he had something to think about.

Half my life as a general, I have never been free and easy for a moment.

Even now, it is the same.

"Sad." Zhang Ming sighed.

Don't worry about anything for too long. If you don't get it for a long time, it is something you can regret for a lifetime. Even though you don't need it now, you still regret it.

Never free and easy.

Mu Huanzhi looked in Gu Qingshan's direction, Gu Qingshan frowned, and protected Chu Hang behind him.

Mu Huanzhi smiled and said, "Very good, you should become a general."

Gu Qingshan was stunned when he heard this, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He never wanted to be a general.

"The old man is gone." Mu Huanzhi looked down at the iron surface on the ground, and took a deep breath.

The old man disappeared in this rainy night.

Half life is a general, half life is a team.

Never free and easy.

Looking at the figure of that person, Gu Qingshan suddenly thought of himself, maybe he is just like himself, if there is a chance, he would like to go to the battlefield again, just hope that he will not regret it.

Zhang Ming descended from the attic and walked to Gu Qingshan's side.

"Brother Zhang, have a drink." Gu Qingshan said.

Chu Hang behind him stretched out a hand and said weakly, "Hey, two big brothers, if you don't save me, I'm really going to die."

Gu Qingshan and Zhang Ming glanced at Chuhang and smiled at each other.

Several people sat at the door of the inn.

The wine is like a cloud of smoke, half into the breeze and half into the throat, and the breeze also dyes the sorrows of the world.

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in the inn.

Gongsun Yu walked towards the counter. Uncle Wu, who was dealing with the wound, turned his head and saw Gongsun Yu, slightly taken aback, "Master."