Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Abandoning emotions and desires, turning oneself into a log, what's the point of living like this.

But this was Liang Shurong's choice, and that's all Zhang Ming could say.

Liang Shurong was silent and did not answer Zhang Ming's words.

But at this time, Nanning also woke up from the inner demons, and his restless internal force was suppressed. He took a long breath, stood up and looked at Zhang Ming, and said, "Good method."

"I'm just trying." Zhang Ming said, in fact, he didn't expect such an effect.

Nanning snorted coldly, turned to look at Liang Shurong, his eyes became cold.

He doesn't plan to stay behind anymore, Liang Shurong must die!

"cut!"

But he suddenly raised his hand and slashed out with a sword.

Startled with a sword.

This sword is extremely fast, and also extremely gorgeous.

Today's palm print chief inspector strikes with all his might!

Zhang Ming wanted to swing his sword to block him, but he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't swing his sword in the end.

Not too suddenly, but because someone came.

"Slash the river with anger!"

Suddenly saw a knife light hit.

This knife seems to have the power to break the river.

The majestic saber intent and sword intent were mixed together, and Zhang Ming's eyes were closed. This saber was comparable to Nanning's slashed sword.

Jian Guang receded, but there was one more person in front of Liang Shurong.

But he saw that this person was hunched over, wearing rags and sackcloth, holding a knife in his hand, grinning and showing a row of yellow teeth.

This person is old man Huang.

The old man who always discussed wine with Zhang Ming when he was in Jian'an City was a swordsman who was on the top of the Jianghu Tianbang in the old days.

Nanning pondered for a moment, remembered this person, and said the old man's name: "Huangya."

"The superintendent still remembers the old man." Huang Ya touched the gourd and smiled.

Liang Shurong glanced at Huang Fang and said nothing.

How could Nanning forget that many years ago, he fought against Huang Ya, cutting the river with anger, breaking the sea with joy, and shaking the mountain with sorrow, these three swords were all realized by Huang Ya alone, and Nanning never fought against him back then. To the benefit.

Old man Huang glanced at Zhang Ming at the side, and said, "Boy, do you have any wine?"

"Did you come here just to beg for a drink?" Zhang Ming said, but threw the wine gourd in his hand, and added by the way: "Remember to give the money."

The old man Huang took the wine gourd, grinned, and immediately drank it.

"Okay, your kid's wine is better." Old Man Huang said with a smile.

The field suddenly fell silent.

Nanning looked at the old man Huang, for many years there had never been a name known as the Three Swords of Love in Jianghu, but now it popped up, each of these old characters should not be underestimated.

Old man Huang looked at Nanning, pondered for a moment, and raised the knife in his hand.

"This section of the road is blocked by the old man for him!"

Old man Huang once said that he was looking forward to the day when Liang Shurong could take over the power of the world again. He had been waiting for more than ten years, Liang Shurong could die, but not now.

Old man Huang can stop the unnecessary tribulations for him.

Slash the river with one blow!

Cut the sea with one knife!

Shaking the mountain with one blow!

When the swordsman back then picks up that rotten knife again, these three swords will once again shake the world. The knife in his hand will never be weaker than a sword.

.........

Step through the empty door.

Zhang Ming looked at Liang Shurong's figure, Liang Shurong, who had lost all his emotions and desires, was no longer around, only him, and headed towards the Qingping Hall.

Zhang Ming turned to look at Yan Shuxian beside him, and asked, "Aren't you following him?"

Yan Shuxian shook her head and said, "I will only affect him."

The seven emotions and six desires are no longer needed by Liang Shurong, and the so-called love characters will only affect him.

Zhang Ming turned his head and was at the empty door.

Nanning, the superintendent of palm prints, held a sword, and Old Man Huang held a saber, but they hadn't moved yet.

In Nanning, old man Huang blocked it for Liang Shurong.

Abandoning the knife for more than ten years, the knife has rusted, and the person is old.

Zhang Ming didn't know what to say, he looked at the back of Liang Shurong in front of him again, and said softly, "I hope you don't forget these people standing behind you."

Chapter 235: Breaking Heaven and Earth

The intention of the knife stirred up the breeze, Nanning held the sword in his hand, and the old man Huang slowly drew out his long knife. He drew three swords in a row, one knife slashed the river in anger, and Nanning broke it with one sword wind and frost; The sword is boundless, and then it is broken; another sword, Ai Zhenshan, Nanning and then the sword.

All three swords were used, all of which were broken by Nanning without any injuries.

Seeing that all three of his knives had been broken, old man Huang couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "I'm old..."

I haven't seen the rivers and lakes for many years. Everyone in the past has achieved such a state now. Only he has been hiding in Jian'an City for 16 years without making any progress.

Nanning looked at him and said, "Three swords are broken, if you have no other means, then you can't stop me."

"Don't worry." Old man Huang waved his hand, and then said, "There is still one knife."

The three swords of love are because of anger cutting the river, joy breaking the sea, and mourning the mountain. These three swords are well-known in the Jianghu.

Nanning also became serious when he heard old man Huang say that the fourth knife was seven.

The old man Huang took a deep breath, held the handle of the knife in his hand, and exerted force for a moment, a sharp knife cry sounded instantly, the knife cry was too weak and sharp, after the knife cry, a sharp cold light burst out, covering the eyes.

The knife is three feet long, and the blade is like snow. The sharp blade flickers with cold light, giving people a feeling of killing people.

The crescent-like saber qi slashed out, as if it had the power of mountains and rivers.

Destroyed, but this knife looks a little rotten, revealing 16 years of precipitation.

"Om."

Nanning clearly watched the knife attack him, it seemed slow, but it made him feel unable to dodge. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed out.

"break!"

A sword cut out.

But the moment he touched the knife gang, it dissipated away. Nanning raised his brows, and held the Wugou long sword in front of him.

But I saw that the knife gang suddenly changed direction and passed by Nanning's ear.

The sword pierced through the palace wall, leaving smooth scratches.

A large part of the palace wall was scratched, leaving only wreckage.

This knife was extremely domineering, Nan Ning looked sideways slightly, this kind of scene was something he couldn't do, and he couldn't stop it.

This knife can even compare to a sword fairy!

Nanning raised his head and asked, "Does this sword have a name?"

The old man Huang pondered for a moment, he had never given a name to this saber, he realized from watching Liang Shurong's power over heaven and earth, he stole half of the sky and earth, and made this saber.

Old man Huang raised his head and said, "Breaking Heaven and Earth, this knife is called Breaking Heaven and Earth."

Nanning nodded slightly, he couldn't make the fourth cut, from this point of view, Old Man Huang had already won.

"You won."

After Nanning finished speaking, she turned around, walked towards the deep palace, and gradually disappeared into Huang Ya's eyes.

Old man Huang grinned, and suddenly wanted to drink.

"Not too old." The old man in sackcloth sighed with a smile.

Clothes in sackcloth, gray hair, people will eventually grow old, the old man Huang has never been a heroic figure, with a row of yellow teeth, his face is full of wrinkles, there is no wind when he was young, and he is still the same now.

The swordsman has been with the sword all his life, pouring wine into his throat, and cutting mountains and seas with the sword. This is how he was when he was young. He hasn't picked up a sword for many years, but he has never been unfamiliar with it.

When I brought up the knife again, it seemed like it happened yesterday.

Having disappeared for more than ten years, being a leisurely old man is considered a joy.

But how could the swordsman really give up the sword in his hand?

One day, the sword will be unsheathed, the blood will stain the clothes, and the swordsman will do it again.

.........

.........

But he saw a white robe stained with blood, stepping on the steps leading to Qingping Hall.

Previously, this place was full of people from the rivers and lakes, but now I don't know where they all went, and there was only an empty space left.

Liang Shurong was getting closer and closer to the Qingping Palace, he looked up, but stopped.

A woman walked out of Qingping Hall, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a red light between her eyebrows, holding a wooden sword.

She stood in front of the main hall, on the top of the steps.

Thinking about it, this is another person blocking Liang Shurong's way.

Zhang Ming raised his head to look at that person, feeling very puzzled in his heart, and thought to himself, "Could it be that this is what Monk Nian'an said."

There are people hidden in the palace, but why is it a woman?

The woman holding the wooden sword turned the tip of the sword, pointed at Liang Shurong, and spit out a word: "Back!"

Liang Shurong didn't answer her, but just took off the jade flute from his waist.

At this time, he had already been seriously injured, and now the Qingping Palace was in front of his eyes, but it seemed extremely far away.

Liang Shurong put the jade flute on his lips, exerted a little force, and only heard the sound of the flute.

"Ugh..."

It's just an ordinary song, the sound of the flute is desolate, but you can't hear any emotion in the sound of the flute, because the person who played the flute lost his emotions.

"Huh?" Zhang Ming looked back, only to see tears streaming from the corners of Yan Shuxian's eyes.

Yan Shuxian froze for a moment, stretched out her hand to touch her face, only then did she realize that she was crying.

It's just why, there is no emotion in the sound of the flute, and she still has tears in her eyes.

Zhang Ming turned around and didn't say a word of persuasion.

One song closed.

Liang Shurong put down the jade flute in his hand, took a deep breath, looked up at the woman holding the sword, and asked, "Can I beat you now?"

The woman holding the sword shook her head, Liang Shurong couldn't defeat him.

Liang Shurong asked again: "If we get another half of the sky, can we win?"

The woman holding the sword frowned slightly, and said: "If you fight against the sky, you will be abandoned by the sky!"

"Can you win?" Liang Shurong still asked.

The woman in Tsing Yi put down the wooden sword in her hand. She looked into Liang Shurong's eyes, as if she didn't see anything, but it seemed that the depth was bottomless.

Seeing that the woman in Tsing Yi didn't answer, Liang Shurong nodded slightly, he understood.

He took half a step back and looked back at Zhang Ming below.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and his heart trembled.