Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Monk, why are you talking so much today?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, maybe it's because today is the Tao."

……

"Crack."

But there was a slight crisp sound coming from the field, and everyone looked towards the field.

Wu Fu lowered his head and looked at the broken sword in his hand. The original cracks continued to extend one after another. Under his eyes, he could only see every corner of the broken sword.

"Snapped."

There was only a crisp sound, and the broken sword turned into pieces one after another, and fell to the ground. There was only a hilt left in Wu Fu's hand, and now there was not even a broken sword left.

"Old friend, have a good journey." Wu Fu said in his heart.

Since then, there is no sword in my hand, only a hilt.

On the street behind, Yan Bei'an looked at the back of the man in sackcloth, but he suddenly said a word indifferently, "If you give it more time, this person can become a sword fairy."

Liang Shurong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was taken aback when he heard this, and asked Yan Bei'an to make such a comment. Is this old man so strong?

Yan Bei'an didn't answer, but just looked at the people in the field.

Yan Bei'an has no desires in his life, the only thing he wants is to find a suitable opponent. He used to think that it would be Dugu Ye, but after Yan Shan tried the sword, he realized that Dugu Ye is not the same as him, and he cannot be an opponent.

Only two of the ten soldiers and guards who fell to the ground in front of the palace gate stood up from the ground, Jackal and Li Lingzhi, while the rest were unable to get up and were all seriously injured.

"Cough." The jackal coughed twice, clenched his teeth and stood unsteadily.

Li Lingzhi swallowed the blood in his mouth, and looked like he was about to collapse.

Glancing at his companions lying on the ground, they all passed out and were seriously injured.

With just one sword strike, the ten soldiers and guards were defeated in front of the palace gate.

It was also because Li Lingzhi and Jackal had profound internal skills, otherwise they would have fainted on the spot.

The jackal was silent, feeling a sense of frustration in his heart.

Shibingwei has been on duty for more than ten years, and he has tried his best to make Shibingwei become the secret agent of the past, but now he is no match for the power of a sword.

"I don't agree!" Jackal gritted his teeth.

He wants Shibingwei to become the most important weapon of the country, instead of being called around frequently like now.

Why should Jubingwei always live under the shadow of the Secret Service Division.

Holding the halberd, the jackal stepped forward, but Li Lingzhi stopped him and said, "You will die."

"Get out of the way." The Jackal said in a deep voice.

Li Lingzhi was seriously injured and hit by a jackal, unable to stop him at all, he fell down.

What the Jackal looked at was the swordsman.

Why is Shibingwei not as good as Secret Spy Division.

Why is he a jackal who can only be a servant.

Why would a random Jianghu have the guts to offend Chang'an.

"Die."

Wu Fu looked at the man holding the halberd, and he raised the hilt in his hand.

"Om."

The halberd was only half a foot away from Wu Fu, but it suddenly stopped.

"Clang clang." The long halberd fell to the ground.

The jackal looked indifferent and fell straight down.

Shibingwei changed twice, he is a legacy from the previous generation, he is the worst one, survived on Naluoxi Mountain.

He still remembered that his elder brothers called him little wolf cub and took care of him all the time, but in the end they all left without even saying hello and never came back again.

"Come down to accompany you." The Jackal closed his eyes, and the ten soldiers and guards of the previous generation have all passed away.

Wu Fu looked at this person, and he suddenly understood why this person rushed forward even though he knew he was going to die.

Perhaps like them, the people around him are gone, and now he is the only one left, and he has no intention of living anymore.

"It's over?" Chu Hang muttered.

"Not yet." Nian An shook his head and smiled, "This is Chang'an."

As soon as the words fell, a person suddenly came to the corner of the street.

This man is short in stature, wearing an official uniform, leaning on a stick, and walking in a leisurely manner.

Wu Fu looked over, of course he recognized this person.

Birds and beasts were painted on the official uniform, and a pair of callused hands held a stick, walking towards the palace gate step by step.

Chapter 205: Should be forgotten

The short old man was hunched over, his official uniform was wrinkled, and he was leaning on a stick. He looked a bit sloppy, but no one would underestimate this old man.

There are countless official families in Chang'an, but there are only a few who are truly powerful, and this person is one of them.

Jin Wang Xiao He raised his troops. Back then, there was a young general who was short in stature, unable to wield a gun, and was not skilled in martial arts, but he knew tactics. He was appreciated by the advisors of King Jin. It's time to talk.

Because of this person, the King of Jin won several great victories, and because of this person, the Jin army gathered the world's volunteers. It was also because of this person that the Jin army had a scale of more than 10 from [-] to Chang'an.

This person's name is Lu Zhong, and the counselor who appreciated him back then is now the grand master, and Lu Zhong's name was also bestowed by the grand master.

"Lu Zhong." Wu Fu obviously recognized this person.

Lu Zhong's short stature was not enough to look good in front of Wu Fu, let alone he was just a civil servant who didn't know martial arts.

Lu Zhong walked up to Wu Fu, cupped his hands and said with a sinister smile, "I've seen the Broken Swordsman."

"I recognize you, you are responsible for their death." Wu Fu said indifferently.

"Of course I have a share." Lu Zhong admitted, but he didn't look flustered at all.

Wu Fuxu raised his eyes and clenched the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand. Even though the sword body was broken, it would be a breeze to kill this person.

"Who is this Lu Zhong?" Zhang Ming asked, and Chu Hang also wanted to ask.

Nian An explained: "It is said that there is a Grand Master in Chang'an, and there are two people under the Grand Master, one is Wu, the other is Zhi, and the wisdom is said to be this person."

"Under the Grand Master." Zhang Ming pondered.

He has never met this Grand Master, but he heard from Gu Qingshan that he is an extraordinary person. Since he can be named under the Grand Master's name, he must be an extraordinary person.

"Who is Wu talking about?" Chu Hang asked.

Nian An replied: "You have seen it."

Zhang Ming raised his head and looked at Nian'an. He just met him, but he didn't know him?Thinking about it, Zhang Ming remembered it after thinking about it.

"Is that the swordsman at the gate just now?" Zhang Ming asked.

Nian'an nodded to be sure that it was the swordsman.

The line of sight returns to the field.

Seeing that Wu Fu already had a faint killing intent, Lu Zhong said with a smile: "Is Broken Swordsman going to kill me, an unarmed man?"

Wu Fu snorted coldly and said, "So what, you bear so much blood on your body, why can't you kill me?"

"Blood feud?" Lu Zhong shook his head and sighed, "It's just that we have different positions. We have devoted half our lives to King Jin, and even if it is blood feud, we should bear it."

Wu Fu was silent and did not speak.

What Lu Zhong said was 'King Jin', but the current Holy Majesty is no longer Xiao He, so it's worth pondering now that he said King Jin.

But Lu Zhong said: "This trip is in the name of the Grand Master, and I am here to give you the sword."

Lu Zhong raised the stick in his hand and presented it in his hand.

"This is the sword." Lu Zhong said.

But what he had in his hand was just the wooden stick he had used for support all the year round.

Wu Fu looked at the stick and remained silent.

Lu Zhong said again: "The grand master said, if you take this sword, the broken swordsman can leave."

"Is there no choice?" Wu Fu asked.

"You can also follow me to Da Nei Prison." Lu Zhong said.

Wu Fu fell silent again.

He met many people. Mu Ling, Xu Wanli, and Mu Wanzhi were all from back then, but they didn't have the courage of the past. The successor of Frost Palm finally became a family guard, and even the general who ruled the battlefield wore an iron mask .

Their hearts are dead.

Ever since the incident in Jiangling, Wu Fu has been asking himself if his heart has also died, and he is not as good as before. He is afraid, afraid that he will become like them.

He stepped into this place, broke the sword in his hand, and another man with a halberd was killed by his sword.

Only then did he understand.

In fact, there is no difference between myself and them.

I also understand why they would rather die than live in this world.

Because there is no other meaning in living.

Those who wait can no longer wait, and they can no longer do what they wanted to accomplish in the early years.

This is true for Xu Wanli, Mu Ling, Mu Huanzhi, and the jackal of the ten soldiers who died under his sword.

The road ahead is endless, so why go on.

Wu Fu stretched out his hand, but it stopped in mid-air.

He looked at Lu Zhong, and suddenly said, "Should we really be forgotten?"

Lu Zhong was taken aback for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile, "Maybe."

"Have you ever thought that one day, you will be forgotten too." Wu Fu asked.

"It is now." Lu Zhong said calmly.

Wu Fu nodded without saying anything, but just glanced at Lu Zhong indifferently.

They should indeed be forgotten by the years, it is doomed.

Why doesn't Lu Zhong understand that he has been "living" in this world for many years now, and since Xiao He became the crown prince, Lu Zhong has also been confused, and he doesn't know the meaning of existence in this world.

"Please." Lu Zhong said.

Without hesitation, Wu Fu picked up the wooden stick that Lu Zhong was holding.

Lu Zhong took two steps back, he walked with a limp without the stick.

The sword energy in the stick gushed out and scattered in all directions.

The stick turned into fly ash, unable to withstand the sword energy anymore, Wu Fu looked down and closed his eyes.

Yan Bei'an let go of his hand on the hilt of the sword. He knew that he could not save this person. The sword energy on the hilt came from Grand Master Kong Yue. Even if he is a sword fairy now, he couldn't save him.

Liang Shurong glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to save this person?"

Yan Bei'an remained silent. He wanted to save him, but he couldn't.

Nian An on the attic closed his eyes and said, "Infinite Heavenly Sovereign."

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ming suddenly felt a pity that the Swordsman would no longer exist, and perhaps he would be forgotten soon, and no one would remember him anymore.

Chu Hang felt a sense of oppression in his heart. He was also a swordsman. Now that a peerless swordsman died in front of his eyes, he would inevitably feel a little pity.

"Zheng."

In that instant, the sword energy streaked across his neck.

Wu Fu suddenly smiled, and muttered: "Don't read it."