Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Whistling..."

But suddenly the sound of the jade flute in Liang Shurong's hand became hurried.

"Crack."

There was a broken sound in the field, as if time had stopped.

Hundreds of butterflies lost their vitality at this moment, their feathers no longer trembled, and turned into dead objects in an instant.

The man's face was terrified, the butterfly in his hand turned into ashes, and the breeze blew away before his eyes, and the scene in that environment gradually collapsed.

It was also at that moment that he broke free from that illusion.

But I saw a hundred butterflies flying down in front of me, and when they landed on the ground, they turned into fly ash in an instant. They were living creatures, but they turned into fly ash in an instant.

The birds circled up again, but upon closer inspection, they saw a group of birds falling off their feathers, and after flying a few meters, they fell one by one, losing their breath.

"Pfft." The man spat out a mouthful of blood, the dagger fell to the ground, half kneeling on his body.

The man covered his chest, raised his head to look at Liang Shurong, and asked, "What is this?"

"The law of the dream butterfly." Liang Shurong replied.

The so-called method of dreaming butterflies uses butterflies as a guide and turns the five senses into a sea of ​​butterflies. Those who follow this method of dreaming butterflies will only see a sea of ​​butterflies in front of them and get lost in it.

"Secret technique?" the man asked.

"That's right." Liang Shurong nodded, put down the jade flute in his hand, and said with a smile, "You should tell me who you are."

"You won." The man under the veil picked up the dagger on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "My name is Xiao Yu."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the deep palace.

Only Liang Shurong was left in a daze, chanting the name, "Xiao Yu?"

He always felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

The figure of that person disappeared before Liang Shurong's eyes. Liang Shurong breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he clutched his chest and coughed.

"Cough cough cough."

Liang Shurong frowned tightly, his chest was in constant pain, his complexion was painful, and cold sweat fell from his forehead.

After all, the wound left by Luo Xishan was a bit unbearable, and he could only hold on.

After a while, the colic pain eased, Liang Shurong breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed: "It seems that this dream butterfly method can no longer be used."

Zhang Ming from a distance watched the whole process, while Xiaoqi in his arms looked dazed.

At first, Xiao Qi wanted to catch butterflies, but suddenly they all turned to ashes.

Zhang Ming frowned and muttered, "Secret technique?"

He suddenly felt a little familiar. Liang Shurong's glance at the veiled person reminded Zhang Ming of Monk Nian'an.

Compared with Monk Nian'an's illusion and secret technique, it seems to be the same.

"Why is it similar to Monk Nian'an?" Zhang Ming was a little puzzled. Where did Liang Shurong learn this secret technique? Could it be a Buddhist secret technique?But that's where I learned it from.

Seeing Liang Shurong started walking forward again, Zhang Ming hugged Xiaoqi and followed.

As for the person named Xiao Yu, Zhang Ming didn't pay much attention to it. With Xiao's surname, it was not difficult to guess the identity of this person, he must be a relative of the emperor.

At first Zhang Ming thought that this person was one of the four prisons, but now it seems that he is not.

It's a pity, but he really wanted to see what the remaining Chief Supervisor Bingbi looked like.

"From Qingping Palace to the palace gate, do you have to walk the road to Qingping Palace again?" Zhang Ming muttered, somewhat understanding what Liang Shurong was going to do.

Chapter 229: What I'm Going To Do

Everyone in the world has obsessions in their hearts. The beggar living in the ruined temple outside the city regrets the past, and at the same time thinks why he is not hungry. Regret, or want to change, no one is an exception.

Liang Shurong walked, thinking about what he was obsessed with.

Ben has traveled around the world, but there are always people who force him to take another path. It is true that he regrets it, but some things have already been done and cannot be changed.

People in the world love to gamble, even the Son of Heaven is like this, it is a kind of fun.

Xiao Qian bet that Liang Shurong would not be able to enter the Qingping Palace again, and Liang Shurong did. The road is not far from the palace gate to the Qingping Palace, but it is not easy to walk.

After a few more steps, through the empty door, Liang Shurong stopped again.

Zhang Ming, who was following behind, also stopped when he saw this scene.

Liang Shurong looked up.

That person has the same white hair as him, holding a long sword in his hand, and a strand of white hair hangs down. This person is none other than the palm print supervisor—Nanning.

Liang Shurong was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "I've seen the supervisor."

"The Holy Majesty wants you to die here, but he also said that if you retreat, your life will be spared." Nanning stepped forward and said.

"So?" Liang Shurong raised his eyebrows.

Nanning looked indifferent, looked at Liang Shurong, and raised his hand to strike a sword.

"Om."

Liang Shurong seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He took three steps on his hind legs and turned to one side to avoid the sword. The sword light slashed at the wall, but he saw a deep sword mark left on the high wall.

Liang Shurong smiled slightly and said, "So, are you planning to let me go?"

Nanning didn't answer, and cut out a sword again.

Liang Shurong hid again and took out the jade flute from his waist.

"Xiao..." Xiao sounded.

Nanning raised his sword and went up, killing moves everywhere.

At the corner ten feet away, a fluffy head poked out, but was pressed back by a hand.

Zhang Ming patted Xiao Qi on the head, and said seriously: "Be honest."

"Meow." Xiao Qi rubbed her head, and then honestly stopped looking out.

Zhang Ming rubbed his chin and murmured, "The martial arts methods of the four supervisors are somewhat different."

He couldn't understand it. He had seen Nanning, the chief supervisor of the palm print, and Dongfang Xing, the chief supervisor of the book, always giving him a strange feeling. But Zhang Ming felt that the martial arts of the four supervisors were very pure, pure to the extreme.

.........

Dachen Palace, Qingping Palace.

Xiao Qian on the dragon chair stared down. He saw the hatred in the eyes of those Jiang Hu people behind him, as well as the timidity in their hearts, and finally his gaze stayed on Nian An.

But seeing Nian'an smiling, he didn't speak.

Seeing this, Xiao Qian looked away, looked at Hong Qingyu, and asked, "Apart from these rats, what do you have left? If these are the ones, it's not enough to deal with me."

Hong Qingyu shook his head and said, "There is no one else."

"Oh?" Xiao Qian smiled, leaned back slightly and said, "You really are going back as you live."

Hong Qingyu shook his head and said: "The grievances between me and Da Chen, why do we need to fight each other, they naturally have their pursuit, the old man is so old, he just came to lead the way."

"That's right." Xiao Qian said.

However, as soon as Hong Qingyu said this, the people behind were not calm.

"what?"

"Senior Hong, what do you mean!?"

Everyone started talking, didn't Hong Qingyu mean to leave them alone? Isn't this crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?

Yin Li turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"you……"

With just one glance, those people dared not speak anymore.

Many people are dissatisfied in their hearts, but they dare not speak out.

"Hmph." Yin Li snorted coldly and turned his head.

Hong Qingyu and the others dared to speak, but Yin Li and the others did not. Most of the hundreds of Feihuatai killers outside the hall had the strength to kill them, and they did not dare to do anything wrong in front of Yin Li.

"Master Xuan Bei." Xiao Qian turned his head to look at Xuan Bei, and said, "Is it because of Buddhism that I came here this time?"

"Amitabha." Xuan Bei took a step forward and said, "I still hope that the Holy One will leave a path for Buddhist disciples."

"Many years ago when I announced you to enter the palace, I made it very clear to you that Buddhism in the world will not be cut off, and I have never taken action against Buddhism. Now that Buddhism is in decline, I can only blame you and have nothing to do with me." Xiao Qian said calmly. road.

He didn't lie, the rise of Taoism was indeed due to his decision, but Buddhism has been passed down for hundreds of years, but because of the rise of Taoism, it disappeared within a few decades. This is the result of Buddhism itself, no wonder he.

"Amitabha, poor monk..." Xuan Bei took another step forward and wanted to refute.

"Okay." Xiao Qian waved his hand, ignoring Xuan Bei.

Xiao Qian looked at Yin Li behind Hong Qingyu, and said, "I don't understand the six major powers in Jianghu, but I also know Feihuatai. You are the current master of Feihuatai, right?"

"Yes." Yin Li stepped forward and nodded in agreement.

"Why did you come here?" Xiao Qian asked.

Yin Li stepped forward and said calmly: "Back then, three elders of my Feihuatai were buried underground, and Feihuatai is here today to collect debts."

"It's quite courageous." Xiao Qian sat up straight.

Xiao Qian looked at Su Chuyao who was beside Yin Li again, "What about you? Why are you?"

"Debt collection." Su Chuyao said.

"Debt collection again?" Xiao Qian asked suspiciously, "I don't remember what I owed."

Su Chuyao took a step forward and replied: "40 years ago, when the Jin army invaded Chang'an, there was a woman who played the piano and defended Chang'an city to the death. Her ten fingers were broken and she died of exhaustion."

"Oh..." Xiao Qian showed a look of sudden realization, then nodded and said: "I see."

He has never seen it before, but he heard his father tell him that the woman playing the piano at the head of Chang'an City 40 years ago was really powerful, but he didn't know that the woman was still related to the Baihua Valley in today's Jianghu.

Xiao Qian skipped Monk Nian'an, looked at Bai Beiqiu, and asked in agreement: "My chief inspector, what about you? What is your reason?"

Bai Beiqiu opened his mouth slightly, but failed to speak.

"It seems that you didn't come to see me." Xiao Qian said without saying a word, but he glanced at Dongfang Xing, and said, "Dongfang, Supervisor, it seems that Supervisor Bai wants to come back to catch up with you, then you Treat him well for me."

"According to the sage's words." Dongfang Xing stepped forward and said.

Dongfang Xing looked at Bai Beiqiu, walked up to him, and said with cold eyes, "Please."

Bai Beiqiu paused, but looked at Hong Qingyu.

Hong Qingyu turned her head to the side, sighed slightly in her heart, waved her hands and said, "Go."

Bai Beiqiu also let go after hearing this, and left Qingping Hall with Dongfang Xing.

"Sure enough." Nian Anxin said.

When he came, he could see that Bai Beiqiu was hesitating. It should be Hong Qingyu looking for him, coupled with Bai Beiqiu's obsession for many years, that's why he came back. After all, he just wanted to come back and take a look.

Chapter 230: I want to save you

The hall was silent for a long time.

No one spoke, all were silent.

Xiao Qian got up, with a puzzled look on his face, he said: "What? Don't you do anything yet? I'm right here, don't you want to force me, let me see your abilities."

Hong Qingyu and Xuan Bei did not move.

Yin Li touched the flying knife on his waist, but he wanted to do it.

"Don't shoot." Seeing this, Nian An stretched out his hand to stop him.

Yin Li frowned, looking at Nian An with some puzzlement, Nian An didn't explain, Yin Li pondered for a moment, but gave up the idea.

This time breaking the palace gate and entering the Qingping Palace, it was smooth sailing, but seeing Xiao Qian made him feel a little aggrieved, he is not the kind of person who can bear it.