Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Hmph." Xiao Qian snorted coldly, his face changed and he said jokingly: "I gave you three chances, but you don't know how to repent."

Shibingwei shot, hoping to retreat, this is one time.

The grand master strikes a sword, looking at him in fear, this is the second time.

In the Sifang Hall, Nanning accused him of treason and should be punished. It is the third time that he knows the fruit of moving forward.

With his hands behind his back, Xiao Qian looked at Hong Qingyu and the others one by one, and said, "I owe you all, well, this is my fault, but these people behind are not necessarily."

The several pavilion masters and suzerains behind them trembled, and they were sweating profusely.

A smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Qian's face and he said: "Everyone in the world says I am a benevolent monarch, so I will give you another chance."

"Just now I made a bet with Liang Shurong. If he can come to me again, I will promise him one thing. If he agrees, I will also bet with you. If you win, just like Liang Shurong, I will promise you one thing too. ,how?"

When Xiao Qian said this, he saw several suzerain and pavilion masters behind him looking at each other.

"What's the bet?" Someone stood up.

Monk Nian'an meditated in silence, sighed secretly in his heart, it seemed that Xiao Qian did not intend to let these people go.

Xiao Qian sat back on the dragon chair, and said calmly: "Naturally, it is different from Liang Shurong, as long as you can catch the sword, you will win."

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in Qingping Hall, and the Jianghu people looked at each other behind, thinking that this was an opportunity, and they were a little ready to move.

"Is this true!?" Someone asked.

Xiao Qian smiled and said: "I never speak in vain, except for you, those people outside the palace can also bet with me."

Su Chuyao frowned, and looked at Yin Li beside her.

She wanted to ask Yin Li if she wanted to save these people, this world is so big, although these people are useless, if they all died, maybe the world would be in chaos.

Yin Li shook his head and asked Su Chuyao to leave it alone. Su Chuyao was too kind-hearted and didn't like to fight, but this is how the world is like, there is no need to sympathize with them.

The heads of several suzerains had a discussion, and one of them stood up and said, "We bet with you!"

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"puff."

There was a bloodstain on Liang Shurong's shoulder from the sword wound, he took a few steps back, his face was solemn, his already pale face looked weaker again.

Nan Ning, the superintendent of palm prints, looked at him, Ren Jiu was indifferent.

"As expected of the top four supervisors." Liang Shurong said, using his internal force to seal the acupuncture points on his shoulders and stop the bleeding.

"A pointless struggle." Nanning snorted coldly, raised the sword in his hand again, and slashed out.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, and it goes straight to Liang Shurong.

The move was fatal, and Nanning sent out two more swords, blocking Liang Shurong's escape route. It seemed that he didn't want to give Liang Shurong a chance.

Liang Shurong managed to dodge the sword, but his face was wounded by the sword energy, leaving a long and thin bloodstain.

After two sword strikes, Liang Shurong got another sword strike on his left shoulder, and immediately lost his strength.

Three swords, Liang Shurong's left ankle was pierced by a sword, and he almost failed to stand still.

Both shoulders were injured, but within a few moments, Liang Shurong's white clothes were already stained red with blood.

"Ahem." Liang Shurong couldn't help coughing brightly, his complexion changed, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

At the corner of the wall, Zhang Ming looked at this scene, frowned and said, "He won't die here, right?"

Zhang Ming doesn't really understand the difference between the world's masters. If he was asked to distinguish between high and low, he would not be able to tell the difference.

Also in the realm of masters, the sword fairy Dugu Ye can open Weishui with one sword, but only a few people can open mountains with one sword. There are countless masters outside Qingping Palace, but they are only small disciples. Such a gap is not A star and a half.

Zhang Ming poked his head out.

But Liang Shurong trembled all over, as if he had lost his strength.

With a "plop", Liang Shurong knelt down on both knees, lowered his head, still holding the jade flute in his hand.

Nanning raised the sword in his hand, and was about to kill Liang Shurong.

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand but it hung in the air, and finally took it back. He didn't know what reason he used to save him.

Thinking about it carefully, this is just my sympathy for Liang Shurong.

But do people like Liang Shurong need pity?

A person with a dead heart doesn't need the pity of others.

"Zheng."

Suddenly, a long sword shot out.

"Huh?" Nanning frowned slightly and turned his head away.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword was sent flying back.

There was a woman who carried a long piano on her back and came through the air.

Changqin took it from her back and sat on the ground, blocking Liang Shurong.

"Death." Nanning looked at the woman and slashed out with a sword.

"clank."

As the zither sounded, the sword qi turned into nothingness, and dissipated in front of his eyes before reaching it.

Liang Shurong raised his head slowly, but he was weak. He looked at the figure sitting in front of him and said, "...Why are you here?"

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, the woman standing in front of Liang Shurong was none other than Yan Shuxian.

Yan Shuxian ignored Liang Shurong and looked at Nanning.

Nanning glanced at the woman and said, "You're just a Grandmaster?"

Nanning didn't intend to talk nonsense, so he raised his hand and slashed out with a sword.

If it was said that Yan Shuxian could block it just now, then this sword may not be certain.

"Zheng."

As soon as the piano sounded, the wind rose on the ground.

But so what, but he has just entered the realm of the master, how can he beat the four supervisors.

"boom."

Yan Shuxian was cut back a few steps by the sword qi, her whole body was in chaos, she only felt a sweetness in her throat, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but she swallowed it back with her teeth gritted.

With one strike, she was seriously injured.

"You...you go." Liang Shurong said weakly, but Yan Shuxian simply ignored him.

Liang Shurong only felt a pain in his heart, and his expression changed, joy, anger, sorrow and joy all appeared on his face. He knew that this was the backlash of the Seven Emotions Art, so he could only grit his teeth and persist.

"You go!!" Liang Shurong roared.

Yan Shuxian, who stood in front of him, was startled, turned her head, and saw that Liang Shurong's eyes were bloodshot, and the white clothes had turned into blood.

Yan Shuxian just said softly: "I want to save you."

Nothing else.

Just one sentence, I want to save you.

Back then when I was a little girl, I followed you and protected me from growing up.

Now, let me stand in front of you.

Even just this once.

Chapter 231: Go back earlier

Liang Shurong clenched his teeth, he had no more strength from the three swords in his body, so he could only keep talking.

"You, go, go..."

"I'm a dying person, what's the point?" Liang Shurong said.

Yan Shuxian shook her head and said, "Shuxian has no regrets."

She just wanted to save, she owed too much to Liang Shurong, and she wanted to pay it back but didn't know how to do it.

When she came to Chang'an, she thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that protecting him once, and only this time, fulfilled her half-life long-cherished wish, and perhaps this was also the last time.

But she doesn't regret it.

Nanning looked at this scene indifferently, without a hint of pity.

He only knows what to do and what not to do, he was born because of the supervisor, and he does what he should do.

Even if Xiao Gan asked him to die, he would agree, because he was the chief supervisor, the palm print supervisor.

All he knows is to raise the sword and kill!

Liang Shurong must die. If Li's legacy is not eliminated, there will be future troubles.

Although Xiao Gan said 'if he retreats, he can spare his life', Nanning understood that Xiao Gan would not let Liang Shurong go, so he made a move, no matter how Liang Shurong resisted, every sword would be aimed at Its key.

Nanning pointed at the woman standing in front of Liang Shurong with his sword, and said, "Whoever blocks the holy order, die!"

He raised his hand and swung a sword.

Liang Shurong exclaimed, "Get away!"

Yan Shuxian's eyes moved slightly, she didn't listen to Liang Shurong's words, she still stood in front of him.

Ten fingers were beating on the long piano, the wind was blowing, and the sound of the piano curled up.

But so what.

When the sword light reached Yan Shuxian's body, all the protective energy was torn by the sword energy, and the clothes were torn by the sword energy, leaving a bloodstain.

"Pfft." Hearing a muffled snort, Yan Shuxian trembled all over, with blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

Liang Shurong was one step too late. He dragged his injured leg and limped in front of Yan Shuxian.

"Are you a fool!" Liang Shurong scolded.

Yan Shuxian wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shook her head and replied: "If you can block the sword for the young master, it will be worth it."

Liang Shurong shook his head and sighed, but suddenly froze.

Am I... showing mercy?

Why mercy?

He felt that Yan Shuxian was a fool, he didn't understand why she came here, and why she blocked the sword for him?What's the use, Nanning can also kill the two of them.

He practiced the art of seven emotions, but he was afraid that he would forget what seven emotions are. He has seen mountains and rivers, and he has never forgotten the little girl who followed him.

Those who have mastered this technique will cut off all emotions, and this technique is changing him...

Unknowingly, the word emotion gradually became blurred in Liang Shurong's mind. The difference between pity and emotion, he can't tell the difference now.

Liang Shurong came back to his senses, stood in front of Yan Shuxian, looked at Nanning and said: "In this half of my life, I have lost a lot of things, most of which is the word love. I don't know the world, and I am lost in it."

Nanning frowned slightly, not knowing what Liang Shurong was talking about, but still listening to him.

"I wanted to see more of the prosperity of this world, but I almost lost half of the rivers and lakes on Luoxi Mountain. I am not wrong. What is wrong is this world. Good and evil are marked."

"When I came to the palace, I thought it was returning home in old age, but someone used me as a topic, which caused a commotion in half of the world. I have never written a greeting card, and I don't know who wrote it."

"Now, I am a dying person, I don't have extravagant expectations, but I still have affection in my heart."

Liang Shurong breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, but his words seemed affectionate: "Please also ask the chief supervisor to let this girl die, Rong... just die."

Yan Shuxian trembled when she heard this, tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, she shook her head and said, "You can't die for saving me."

She would rather die in front of Liang Shurong than live behind him. She is a little girl, and now that the little girl has grown up, she should protect the young master.

Nanning looked at Liang Shurong and said indifferently, "You have no choice."

Liang Shurong shook his head and said, "Maybe."

Nanning frowned, a little puzzled.