Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"The cold poison has not been cured. If you don't drink this wine, you will die." Zhang Ming said.

"Shopkeeper, I don't have any money." Chu Hang said.

Zhang Ming said: "Gu Qingshan gave it for you."

"That's it, ha, Gouzi treats me better." Chu Hang smiled and opened the gourd, took a sip, and felt a sense of warmth in his body, feeling comfortable physically and mentally. "By the way, where is Gouzi?"

"You've been in a coma for five days." Zhang Ming sat down.

"Five days!?" Chu Hang was stunned for a moment, actually sleeping for so long.

Afterwards, Zhang Ming talked to him about what happened in between, from the battle in the dense forest to the Su family, and now to Chang'an.

Chu Hang didn't realize it, so many things happened in five days, and he even arrived in Chang'an.

"Uncle Master is here too." Chu Hang muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Uncle Hu's memory, it is really rare that he could catch up to save him.

"Your uncle is very interesting." Zhang Ming said with a smile.

Chu Hang waved his hand and said, "Master Hu is just that temperamental. When he went to the toilet in Jianshan, he often forgot to bring toilet paper. I gave it to me."

"It's very interesting." Zhang Ming said with a smile.

"Well, Uncle Hu even wants to prostitute toilet paper for nothing," Chu Hang said.

"..." Zhang Ming sighed softly, this guy really knows how to apply what he has learned, why does he feel so proficient in using the word prostitution.

"Lie down and rest well. I heard from the monk that the city of Chang'an is not peaceful recently, so you don't want to leave this house." Zhang Ming said.

Chu Hang has been recuperating in the mansion for the past few days, and hasn't gone anywhere.

Monk Nian'an would come back from time to time, Zhang Ming rarely saw him, he was always elusive.

In the past two days, Zhang Ming would sometimes go out to have a look. Chang'an City was indeed as calm as Monk Nian'an said.

Sometimes when walking on the street, one can feel the aura of one or two Jianghu people, at least in the Xuan realm. Although the master realm is rare, there are many.

Zhang Ming went to inquire again, and there were quite a few people in Chang'an City who knew things, and the waiter in the inn knew these things best, so he would know everything when he asked.

Many warriors suddenly poured into the city of Chang'an, most of them came in disguise, and even ordinary people were aware of it.

"Just walking on the street like this, these people really have the guts." Zhang Ming sighed inwardly, this is Chang'an City, under the feet of the emperor, there are so many warriors inexplicably, the court will definitely do something.

Sure enough, many warriors were arrested on the second day, but most of them were Profound Realm warriors, and most of the Grandmaster Realm warriors were now hiding.

"It seems to be tomorrow." Zhang Ming muttered.

The appointed day is coming.

Back then, Xiao Ke, who liked to drink tourists and got drunk at the entrance of the tavern, was going to come here.

Chapter 202: Sword Immortal Sword, Stealing Half a Point

On this day, the gates of the city were closed.

Chang'an City has lost the hustle and bustle of the past, perhaps it can be seen that today's Bufan is hiding in the mansion and has never gone out, and the hawkers on the street closed their stalls early.

In front of the city gate, there was a man sitting cross-legged with a sword in front of him.

The man opened his eyes and looked forward.

At the end of the official road, two figures gradually emerged. One of them covered his mouth with his hand and coughed, as if he was seriously ill.

It is he who has come.

Liang Shurong raised his head and took a look at Chang'an City. There were armors every ten feet on the top of the city, and even the city gates were tightly closed.

"He thinks highly of me." Liang Shurong smiled.

Moving his gaze down, he finally noticed the person sitting cross-legged on the ground outside the city gate. After a careful look, he didn't recognize this person.

Liang Shurong understood that even entering the city would be difficult for him.

Yan Bei'an remained silent until the end of his death. If he didn't give an escort, if he promised three times, it would be three times. After this trip, he would never owe anything.

A gust of cool wind blows outside the city gate, and Chang'an is full of wind and sand, and now is no exception.

Stopping, Liang Shurong looked at the person in front of him.

The swordsman sitting cross-legged on the ground reached out and picked up the sword. He had already waited for the person he was waiting for.

"Who are you?" Liang Shurong asked.

The swordsman didn't speak, just raised his hand and waved the sword in his hand.

"Zheng."

Sword light strikes out.

Liang Shurong frowned slightly.

He raised his hand, and the Gang Qi covered his palm.

The moment the sword light touched those hands, it dissipated.

The swordsman glanced indifferently, without saying a word, and put down the sword in his hand.

"You're good enough."

The swordsman left such a sentence.

No longer blocking the city gate, he walked towards Liang Shurong and passed him by. At that time, the swordsman turned his head and glanced at Yan Bei'an who was beside Liang Shurong, then turned his head and walked towards the official road.

Liang Shurong felt strange, but he didn't ask who this swordsman was or who he was, and he was no longer interested, he just regarded it as a passerby.

"Let's go now?" Liang Shurong muttered until the swordsman walked away.

I don't know why this swordsman is guarding here, leaving behind a sword and saying 'you are qualified' before leaving, not knowing where to go.

Until the strange swordsman disappeared on the official road, Liang Shurong no longer wanted to take the swordsman, and turned his head to look at the city gate in front of him.

The city gate is closed, so how to get in.

"How are you going to get in?" Yan Bei'an asked suddenly, he was a little curious about what Liang Shurong would do.

Liang Shurong smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Lend me your sword."

Yan Bei'an frowned, and Liang Shurong said, "It's just a sword."

Hearing this, Yan Bei'an frowned slightly, untied the long sword from his waist, and threw it to Liang Shurong.

Liang Shurong reached out to take it, and pulled out the sword.

The blade of the sword glowed with a faint red light. When holding it in his hand, Liang Shurong could feel the hostility in the sword. He glanced at Yan Bei'an and sighed in his heart, how many people must have been killed.

Yan Bei'an couldn't help asking, "Can you use a sword?"

Liang Shurong smiled slightly and said, "I once saw a sword fairy draw a sword, so I learned half of it."

Raising the sword, he raised his head and looked at the majestic city gate.

There is a sword that Wei Wei secretly learned, and this sword fairy is Yan Bei'an, the current sword fairy.

This sword is inherited from the Sword Immortal.

He only learned half of this sword, but it was enough.

Sword out.

It seems that there are thousands of horses and thousands of troops, the smoke of the wolf is rising, and the sound of killing is rising.

This sword is called Qianjun, and it is the sword of war art.

This sword also made the second sword fairy in the rivers and lakes, who entered the Tao with the art of war, and became a land fairy with a sword.

"Boom."

The sword fell, and the city gate opened.

Liang Shurong retracted the sword in his hand into the scabbard, and this sword took almost half of his internal energy.

Yan Bei'an withdrew his sword and said, "It's about [-]% or [-]% like it."

Liang Shurong just smiled and didn't speak.

Seventy-eight percent of it looks real, but it's just like it. He didn't learn swordsmanship, after all, he can only learn how to look. The meaning in the sword is something he will never learn.

"Let's go."

Liang Shurong took a step forward, he has traveled almost all over the world, wandering half his life, and now he has returned here.

He did something that no one dared to do - open the city gate with a sword.

It was the gate of Chang'an City that opened.

As soon as he entered the city gate, as expected, the imperial guards were guarding here, as if he had expected it.

"Small Xiao Xiao, dare to offend Chang'an."

"Take it!"

The imperial army besieged and went up, Liang Shurong took off the jade flute from his waist without a trace of panic.

"Wow."

In an instant, the flute sounded.

The sound of the flute is slow and slightly sad.

"Bang bang bang."

"This……"

One Custodian falls, another Custodian falls.

Before even finishing playing a piece of music, all the imperial guards in front of him have fallen down, drunk and dreaming of death.

After comprehending the world, he also understood the flute in his hand, suppressed the fury in the sound of the flute, and now it makes people fall asleep, instead of the crazy sound of the flute as before.

Liang Shurong put away the jade flute, stepped over the imperial army who fell to the ground.

Forbidden soldiers are nothing more than people with different physiques than ordinary people. Although they all practiced martial arts, the highest level is only at the Xuan level, which is easy for Liang Shurong.

Compared with Luoxi Mountain back then, this is nothing.

Yan Bei'an stepped forward to keep up, this was just entering the city gate.

There was no one on the streets of Chang'an City, the doors of the mansions were closed tightly, no one went to the street, it was a bit desolate, Liang Shurong walked towards the palace step by step without haste.

Sometimes he coughed twice, and sometimes he stroked the jade flute on his waist.

On the pavilion in the dark, there are cassocks, white clothes, and a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a huge sword.

Zhang Ming recalled the scene just now, and muttered: "It has changed a lot."

When I met Liang Shurong for the first time in the tavern, it was completely different now, there was an extra force on him, an inexplicable force.

"It's coquettish." Chu Hang said.

"..." Zhang Ming glanced at him, Chu Hang smiled foolishly and closed his mouth.

Nian An just watched this scene without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, except for the forbidden army, no one in Chang'an city came out to take care of it? So he went directly to the palace gate?" Zhang Ming asked.

Chu Hang said: "If you want me to say it, the truth is quite simple. Any kind of fight should be managed by what kind of people, such as the imperial army. No matter how many people go there, they will just die."

Hearing this, Zhang Ming thought about it, not to mention, what Chu Hang said made some sense.

He glanced at Nian'an, but saw Nian'an looking at the opposite pavilion.

Zhang Ming followed his gaze and saw a person standing by the window of the pavilion, half of his face was covered by a mask, but he didn't know who it was.

"You know him?" Zhang Ming asked.

Nian An said: "Not familiar."

Wearing a mask, he only glanced at Monk Nian'an, then turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

They were not the only ones who were paying attention to Liang Shurong. I don't know how many eyes there were in the dark of the street. They were all looking at the two people on the street.