Me and my Jianghu Tavern

He opened the curtain and glanced outside. Xiaoqi poked his head out of Zhang Ming's arms and meowed outside.

"Stop in front." Zhang Ming said suddenly.

Monk Nian An led the horse to stop the carriage, turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong with the shopkeeper?"

Zhang Ming nodded and replied, "I have an appointment with someone."

Monk Nian'an didn't ask any more questions, got out of the carriage and tied the horse aside.

Zhang Ming hugged Xiao Qi and got off the carriage. Seeing that Li Qingfeng hadn't arrived yet, he found a green space and sat down.

"Does the shopkeeper think he can win?" Monk Nian'an came up and asked.

Zhang Ming looked sideways and said, "Do you know who it is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the half-step sword fairy from Hao Ranzong."

"You seem to know everything."

"It's not hard to guess."

"Hehe, you know too much."

Chapter 265: Green Shirt and White Clothes

A sword of a sword fairy can open mountains and rivers.

A half-step sword fairy, with the momentum of a sword fairy, but without the power of a sword fairy, stepped into the realm of a sword fairy with half a foot.

The green shirt is still the same, holding a mighty sword, swaying the autumn wind.

Outside the city of Chang'an, on the banks of the river.

Come by bamboo.

That green shirt swung a sword.

Jiang Lang retreated and cleared the way.

The people on the bank came back to their senses, heard the power of his sword, and went to the river.

"coming."

Zhang Ming looked at the person who came by the bamboo by the river, turned his head to look at the monk beside him, and said, "I'm going, help me take care of Xiaoqi."

Nian'an nodded slightly, hugged Xiaoqi and put it between his knees, and sat down with his palms together.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and drew out the jade sword from his waist.

"Whoa."

Wandering in white clothes, walking forward like clouds and mist.

The person on the bamboo took two steps back and stood at the end of the bamboo.

"tread."

Zhang Ming landed on the other end of the bamboo, holding his sword and looking at the person in front of him.

Li Qingfeng held silver light in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, and said softly: "This sword is named Haoran, and it is worn by the great disciples of the Haoran Sect. The sword is three feet long and weighs nineteen catties. It is No. 20 on the sword list."

Zhang Ming smiled, holding Yu Ruyi in his hand, and said the same thing: "This sword is named Yu Ruyi, and it is one of the five mountain sword boxes. The sword is two feet eight long and weighs nineteen catties. It is not included in the list."

"Please." Li Qingfeng's eyes were sharp, like a sharp sword.

Zhang Ming nodded and said, "Please."

But he saw that the man in the green shirt raised his hand and swung a sword, setting off waves in the river.

The awe-inspiring righteousness enters his heart, and he will be awe-inspiring for a lifetime.

With the Haoran sword in hand, the sword exudes righteousness.

Sword Qi is like a rainbow!

"Crack." The bamboo cracked and sank into the river.

Zhang Ming stepped into the river, performed lightness kung fu, and rode the waves.

"One sword to the west."

The sword energy came by the wind, as fast as light and shadow, unpredictable.

This sword also came from a peerless swordsman.

With Hao Ran's sword, he turned into nothingness. Li Qingfeng jumped into the river and walked on the waves, not even a drop of spray on his green shirt.

Zhang Ming turned around, stepped on the waves and jumped into the air, "Take my sword."

Raising a sword, it was so fast that no one could notice it.

Take out the sword and close the sword, just in the blink of an eye.

"I have a sword, like thunder and wind, it can break your fast sword." Li Qingfeng raised his head and slashed out with a sword.

"break!"

Compared with Yijian Xilai, this sword is not inferior, it looks like thunder falling, like the wind blowing from a flat bottom.

The waves of the river swept across, one wave after another.

The blue shirt and white clothes stir up the river.

It seems to turn the river upside down.

Li Qingfeng cultivated the Haoran sword and realized the mystery of the sword fairy. His power suppressed the surging river, and it also suppressed Zhang Ming who was holding Yu Ruyi.

But after a while, Zhang Ming felt a little strenuous.

A half-step sword fairy is really not to be underestimated.

Zhang Ming has learned the lightness kung fu method "Cloud" in the past few days. This kind of kung fu can allow him to run rampant on the river. Li Qingfeng's lightness kung fu is naturally not bad. The two of them walked on the waves against each other, and the river was circled into a circle. .

"Whoa."

The two stirred up the river water, and a vortex rolled up in the middle of the river water.

Zhang Ming was a little helpless, he gave up Dugu Ye's will to drink Ximen Chuuxue, and under the suppression of Li Qingfeng's sword intent, his sword fell to the bottom.

This is the difference between having sword intent and not having sword intent.

If the stalemate continues, he will definitely lose in the end.

Li Qingfeng didn't seem to want to continue the stalemate, stepped forward on the waves, and raised his hand with a sword, "A sword is mighty, straighten your mind!"

Zhang Ming didn't have such sword intent, but it would be troublesome if he wanted to block it.

In the blink of an eye, he made a decision and let go of Yu Ruyi in his hand.

"Yu Ruyi, break his sword energy."

Yu Ruyi rose from the air, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the sword rainbow.

"Zheng."

Li Qingfeng frowned.

This flying sword hits the vital point, and the weakest part of his sword is the center of the sword energy.

Li Qingfeng never imagined that Zhang Ming would know the long-lost art of controlling the sword, just like Nangong Yixian that day.

This Haoran sword was directly broken by this jade sword.

Li Qingfeng sighed slightly in his heart, this is not a coincidence, this person's understanding of swords is better than him.

"Come back." Zhang Ming raised his hand.

Yu Ruyi turned back and returned to Zhang Ming's hands.

Li Qingfeng also didn't mention the skill of controlling the sword. Since it was a trial of the sword, wouldn't the skill of controlling the sword be considered a sword?

Li Qingfeng just felt that Zhang Ming's studies were too complicated.

"Your sword is dishonest." Li Qingfeng said.

Zhang Ming replied: "I may not be a swordsman at all."

Speaking of which, he knows a lot, he can sword, play the piano, and most importantly, he can drink and sell wine.

Li Qingfeng shook his head slightly, held the Haoran sword in his hand, and said: "One sword will determine the outcome."

He also just wanted to see the sword outside Chang'an that day.

That sword is flying immortals outside the sky, that beautiful sword.

And that Heavenly Sword Intent.

Zhang Ming nodded and agreed, "It's exactly what I want."

"The awe-inspiring spirit lasts to the nine heavens, and establishes a person, a life, and a heart." Li Qingfeng raised his hand and swung his sword.

The sword intent is magnificent, the sword energy is like a rainbow, and half a step of sword immortality oppresses it away.

This sword was realized by Li Qingfeng after three years of cultivation.

On that day, it was also this sword that broke Nangong Yixian's Five Elements swordsmanship.

It was also this sword that allowed him to step into the realm of a half-step sword fairy.

"Don't you just want to see him? That's what you want." Zhang Ming smiled softly, raised the jade sword in his hand, and swung it out.

Immortals flying out of the sky.

This sword is not like a sword in the world.

The surface of the river seemed to be flooded, but the smooth surface of the river was like Weishui, which was disturbed and turbid, and the spray was even more permeating.

The rolled up waves hit the shore, blowing away an unknown number of floaters.

Li Qingfeng saw it, but he couldn't see the sword intent from that day again.

Monk Nian'an, who was sitting under a tree on the bank, opened his eyes. The moment the two sword lights intersected, he even felt a little dazzling.

But only in the blink of an eye.

The two sword lights disappeared before Nian An's eyes.

"The victory has been decided."

Monk Nian'an lowered his head and touched Xiao Qi's head, then hugged it up.

"Meow." Xiaoqi rolled her eyes, stretched out her paws to resist Nian'an, thinking that she didn't like being touched by Monk Nian'an very much.

The river gradually calmed down.

The two stood on the surface of the river with nothing else on their feet.

Sweat dripped down Zhang Ming's cheeks into the river. Zhang Ming looked down, and the dripping sweat made waves.

He was stunned for two seconds, raised his head, and sighed, "You won."

What fell was not sweat, but the water in the river, and Li Qingfeng didn't get a drop of spray on his body.

Li Qingfeng frowned and said, "Where's your sword intent?"

"There is no sword intent anymore." Zhang Ming replied.

Li Qingfeng froze for a moment.

He looked at Zhang Ming, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"It's a pity." Li Qingfeng shook his head and sighed.

But even without the sword intent, Zhang Ming was almost on par with him, which shows the brilliance of this man's swordsmanship.

If the sword intent was still there, Li Qingfeng would be the loser.

On the contrary, Zhang Ming said indifferently: "Okay, the fight is over, I should go too."

Li Qingfeng looked down at the Haoran Sword in his hand, his sword seemed to be excited, just like when he saw Gu Qingshan back then.

Li Qingfeng raised his head, looked at Zhang Ming firmly and said, "When you get back your sword intent, let's compete again."

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I can't count all swordsmen, let's talk about it when we have a chance."