Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The river speeded up, and hundreds of years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, but at one point, one of the stars changed direction, and the river of stars split into a branch.

"It's diverted." Zhang Ming said.

Kong Yue didn't speak, but continued to watch, and Zhang Ming also continued to watch.

However, a branch was born on top of that branch, which split into two and flowed in two different directions.

"This is..." Zhang Ming stared at the galaxy, but suddenly his thoughts flooded into it.

On the first branch, he met a storyteller who traveled to Kyushu.

And on another branch, what he saw was indeed a shopkeeper selling wine outside Jian'an City, and the name of the tavern was Jianghu Tavern.

"Myself." Zhang Ming understood a little, and took a long breath.

It was he who underestimated this Grand Master, he could feel that all of this was not like Monk Nian An, that is to say, what he saw was not fake, and might even be real.

Zhang Ming paused and asked, "What are these two branches?"

Kong Yue took a step forward, stretching out his hand towards the galaxy.

Seeing countless pictures flashing by and people appearing one after another, Zhang Ming saw people he was familiar with, including Gu Qingshan, Chu Hang, and many guests in the tavern, but they were somewhat different, and the people he had contacted were different, so There is no self in the picture, and no wine.

"Variable." Kong Yue replied.

Zhang Ming was extremely calm at the moment, looked up at the first and largest branch, and said, "If I guess correctly, the first branch is because of the Grand Master."

"Exactly." Kong Yue nodded in agreement, without denying it.

Zhang Ming completely understood why Kong Yue guessed that he was not from here at the first time.

Because, Kong Yue himself is not from here, he also knows best.

Kong Yue turned around, stood in front of Zhang Ming and said: "You came into this world because of me, you are not in the destiny, and I can't count your destiny."

Zhang Ming smiled, shook his head and sighed, "If you put it this way, we can be considered the same kind of people."

"It's not bad." Kong Yue smiled, but saw his face suddenly changed, and began to babble, "This old man has been in this world for 67 years, tampering with the destiny, proclaiming the benevolent emperor, changing the world, and keeping the world stable. It took 67 years."

But Kong Yue took a step forward, and then said: "I am a variable, and you are also a variable. What I want is the stability of the world, the prosperity of the country and the people, and the benefit of all people. You are also a variable, but I will not leave you in this world. Thinking about it want to go."

Zhang Ming frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You want to kill me?"

Kong Yue shook his head and said, "I do have something to think about, but I can think about it, but it's not necessarily a bad thing."

Kong Yue looked at Zhang Ming with anticipation in his eyes.

It's like an elder expecting a child to grow up.

"You want..." Zhang Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't believe it, so he said, "Let me take over for you!?"

Kong Yue just smiled and didn't answer.

"call."

With a wave of the whisk, only a gust of wind blew by.

Zhang Ming blinked again, and the Xingchen River in front of him disappeared.

"Come out?" Zhang Ming opened his eyes and said.

In the blink of an eye, he passed outside the Qintian Prison.

He was very angry, and felt such a big threat for the first time.

"Meow!!" Xiaoqi patted Zhang Ming's cheek with his paw, seeing that Zhang Ming hadn't recovered yet, and didn't know what happened.

Zhang Ming came back to his senses, he looked up at the gate of Qin Tianjian, frowning tightly.

"Hey, who wants to take over from you!?" Zhang Ming turned to Qin Tianjian, and continued, "You said you wanted me to take over for you, so I took over? Go to whoever you want, and I have nothing to do with people in this world."

"Meow?" Xiao Qi was very puzzled, not knowing why Zhang Ming was suddenly angry.

"Let's go." Zhang Ming suddenly picked it up and left Qin Tianjian without turning his head.

He swore secretly in his heart.

'Will never come to this place again in this life. '

Can't afford to provoke it, can't it be difficult to hide?

Inside the Qin Tianjian, Kong Yue stroked his beard and smiled. After more than ten years, he finally found someone who could replace him.

.........

Liang Shurong took a step forward, step by step.

When he first entered this place, he failed to pay attention to the surrounding scene, but now he looks familiar, maybe he saw it more than 40 years ago, but he just forgot.

After a hundred steps, Liang Shurong stopped.

Someone stood in front of him.

The man was dressed in blue, wearing a black crown, half of his face was covered by a veil, but he could not see the weapon in his hand.

"It's only a hundred steps away, so you're here?" Liang Shurong smiled wryly, "Wearing a veil? Could it be that you don't dare to see people?"

The man didn't answer Liang Shurong's question, and a heavy voice came out: "If you lose, you will die, if you retreat, your life will be spared."

"Men? I thought there were girls who could learn martial arts in this palace." Liang Shurong waved his hands.

The man snorted coldly, but saw a flip of his wrist, and a short knife appeared in the man's hand.

Liang Shurong took out the jade flute from his waist, and fixed his eyes on the person in front of him.

He could feel that this person was a great threat to him, and he could feel the indifference and killing in this person's eyes.

In this palace, there are never fewer warriors.

Back then Grand Master Kong Yue could guard a city by himself, how could it be so simple in this palace.

"Zheng."

But he saw a gleam of light from the person under the veil.

Liang Shurong took a few steps back, barely avoiding it.

But in the blink of an eye, that figure was like a ghost.

Liang Shurong dodged again, holding the jade flute in front of his eyes, and made a small sound.

"Woo~"

The man was chattering all over the place, Liang Shurong kept changing his position, and disappeared continuously.

Chapter 228: The Law of the Dream Butterfly

The sound of the flute is like a magic sound in my ears.

The person who covered his face frowned and was confused.

"The music of the seven emotions is really amazing." That person said.

"It's just a rumor." Liang Shurong shook his head and sighed.

This skill can indeed be said to be top-notch, but it is not something that no one can practice. If it is uncontrollable, it can even go crazy.

"Come again." The man attacked again with a dagger in his hand.

But I saw the wind blowing all around, birds coming into the city from the sky, and butterflies floating out of the imperial garden of the palace.

One attack and one flash, only the flickering figure, the light of the sword and the sound of the flute, but nothing else.

"rustle."

"Chirp..."

But there are groups of butterflies dancing, and birds hovering in the sky.

Butterflies and birds are circling, such a scene should be a beautiful one.

The sound of the flute attracts thousands of birds.

The bleak voice can also attract a hundred butterflies to dance.

.........

Seeing a butterfly flying by, Zhang Ming was a little surprised for a moment, and muttered, "August and September, where are the butterflies?"

"Meow." Xiaoqi stretched out his claws, wanting to grab them, but Zhang Ming stopped him.

Zhang Ming was a little curious for a moment, so he followed.

Passing through the halls, I heard the sound of Xiao.

I finally understood the reason why the butterfly danced.

Only the sound of flutes is heard in the arena, but there are also flying birds circling, and hundreds of butterflies fluttering their wings and rustling.

Countless butterflies surrounded the field, and only two figures could be seen among them.

Such a scene of fluttering butterflies and circling birds made Zhang Ming exclaim in admiration, "It's so beautiful."

Xiao Qi licked his paw, as if he was about to move.

"Didn't he leave?" Zhang Ming looked puzzled when he saw Liang Shurong, and then continued to read.

I don't know who the masked person who kept attacking Liang Shurong was. Monk Nian'an said that the palace is not easy. Is this person one of them, or is it on the bright side?

Liang Shurong backed away suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, and asked, "Why didn't you hurt me?"

From Liang Shurong's point of view, this person's internal strength is profound, and his short sword technique is also weird, but every time he avoids it just right, as if he doesn't want to kill him.

The person under the veil smiled, turned his head to look at the fluttering butterflies beside him, and said, "Your exercise is very interesting. I will let you pass. How about you entrust this exercise to me?"

Liang Shurong froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "You can't learn it."

"Can't you learn?" The person under the veil heard this and said, "You have lost an opportunity."

"It doesn't matter." Liang Shurong laughed.

"Next, I won't hold back."

Liang Shurong stood up straight, the flute sounded again, and let the horse come over.

Looking at this scene in the distance, Zhang Ming suddenly became confused.

"Swish."

But he could also see clearly that Liang Shurong was hiding, and the sound of the flute became heavier, but he saw the birds entering the arena, and the butterflies danced wildly, all blurred.

The person under the veil frowned slightly, thinking that all this must not be simple, and one must be extremely careful.

"cut."

Suddenly saw the light of the knife cut out, several birds landed on the ground, and another butterfly was divided into two and fell to the ground.

Liang Shurong watched the light of the saber strike.

In an instant.

With a little tiptoe, he stepped on the butterfly.

The body is as light as a cotton wool, and every step is like a butterfly.

Like a banished immortal, dancing with butterflies.

The person under the veil was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, this scene was extremely beautiful but it was not the time to appreciate it.

But Liang Shurong suddenly lowered his head, and his eyes met.

"Mengdie." A gleam suddenly flashed in Liang Shurong's eyes.

"not good."

The person under the veil murmured inwardly, but it was too late.

.........

Hundreds of butterflies surrounded the man in blue and black. The man under the veil was lost in the rain of butterflies. He stretched out his hand, and several butterflies stayed in his hand.

If the flute does not stop, the person will always be lost in it.

When the man was in full bloom with the mountain flowers, the valley was full of butterflies and birds. This was the scene he saw, but it was not real.