Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Dugu Ye hesitated for a while looking at the rippling gold sword.

As the mountain guard said, what this sword represents is not something he can pick up. If this sword is born, the world will no longer be so stable.

"This sword..." Dugu Ye expressed his doubts: "Why is it in the sword mound."

The mountain guard suppressed the sword, and replied: "There are thousands of swords hidden in the sword mound, and I can't remember when each sword was buried."

"Now it's time for you to think about it." The mountain guard changed his voice, turned the sword body, and held the golden long sword in his hands.

"Take it, or not take it?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the Sword Tomb also became suppressed.

Dugu Ye thought for a moment, then he took a step.

He stretched out his hand and was about to grab the sword, but before he could catch it, he stopped in mid-air.

Dugu Ye...

He also hesitated.

Watching this scene, the mountain guard shook his head silently in his heart. After all, Dugu Ye couldn't take the sword away after such a big incident.

Dugu Ye and him both know it well.

If this sword is born, the world will be in chaos.

There are three dragon spirits in the sword, which can compete for the general trend of the world. The person who can pick up this sword also means that everything is possible in the future.

But Dugu Ye didn't need this kind of thing.

He only wanted a sword, and he had never thought of a dragon in a sword. For a while, he hesitated amidst worldly disputes and sword theories.

Dugu Ye's hand was hanging in the air, and he said the previous sentence again: "I only want the sword."

It seems to be asking in general.

Can I take it?

Can I take it?

He was obsessed with swords all his life. When he was young, people called him a sword-crazy. On the journey of the sword, he vowed to go from beginning to end, not to touch the secular world, not to care about the world, but now he is wandering in it for a sword.

With the sword in hand, we have to deal with the disputes in the rivers and lakes.

Without the sword, perhaps he will always be hesitant, unable to take a single step.

At this moment of Dugu Ye's hesitation.

But one person came up the mountain.

The mountain guard frowned, and looked towards the foot of the mountain, as if he felt something, he frowned, and said: "If you don't take it, someone will take it for you immediately, and now that person is already at the foot of the mountain."

"Who?" Dugu Ye asked, and he also looked towards the foot of the mountain.

I saw a person wearing a gray robe, covering his face, stepping up the sword mountain.

Dugu Ye's arm trembled, obviously recognizing this person, he looked up at the mountain guard, and said, "How long can I think about it?"

"Half a stick of incense is not enough." The mountain guard said holding his sword.

Only half a stick of incense time.

As soon as the words fell, Dugu Ye closed his eyes.

He is hesitating, but also thinking about it.

There is no perfect way in the world, a person's time is limited after all, he does not want to leave regrets for himself, nor does he want to leave regrets in this way of swordsmanship.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The people at the bottom of the mountain also walked up step by step.

Under the gray robe was a blind man with a blind right eye. He raised his head and glanced at the top of the mountain, but walked in a leisurely manner.

Don't be in a hurry to walk.

"Clap."

The road up the Jianshan Mountain was broken, and the gravel rolled down from the feet of the gray-robed old man, but he was not affected in the slightest.

In the world on top of the mountain, Dugu Ye is still hesitating.

Hesitating in the secular rivers and lakes and swordsmanship.

"Buzzing..."

As time passed by, the sword in the mountain guard's hand trembled, as if he was gradually trying to escape from the mountain guard's hands.

The mountain guard frowned, he was paying attention to the person who was gradually going up the mountain, and he was also paying attention to Dugu Ye.

Up to now, he hopes that Dugu Ye can make up his mind and reach out his hand, instead of hesitating here, but people on the middle of the mountain can't hold this sword.

half a stick of incense...

In Dugu Ye's eyes, this half-stick incense time seems to have passed for an unknown number of years...

"Ten breaths." The mountain guard said.

Dugu Ye opened his eyes, but his eyes were confused.

The mountain guard couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw Dugu Ye's eyes.

ten breaths...

Nine breaths...

Seeing the old man in gray robe approaching step by step.

three breaths...

Take a breath.

"Ugh."

A sigh came out of the guard's mouth.

The emperor's sword of the Son of Heaven exuded golden light and fell from the hand of the mountain guard.

"Buzz!"

The Emperor Sword of the Son of Heaven stood in the midair, but there were two people standing in front of him.

A blind man, a swordsman.

The old man in gray robe raised his head and glanced at Dugu Ye beside him, and said, "If you don't take it, the old man will take it."

Dugu Ye was silent, looked at the sword in the air, and replied: "It depends on how he chooses."

Now, it's time to choose someone with the sword.

The blind man represents the disputes in this world and leads the magic gate.

The swordsman represents the supreme way of the sword, and the sword is unparalleled.

Chapter 368: I Have My Own Destiny

The fourteen elder swordmen of the Jiange all looked at the sword mound.

The current head of the Jiange frowned, as if he was hesitant, how could he not know who the gray-robed old man before the Sword Tomb was.

The head of Jiange took a deep breath and muttered, "How would he know..."

"call……"

A gust of wind blew by, and a figure loomed behind the head of the Jiange Pavilion in the pavilion.

The figure was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk, calm and composed, as if it appeared suddenly, but it was just a phantom.

The head of Jiange noticed the movement behind him, his arms trembled, and he looked back.

Seeing this person, the head of the Jiange Pavilion was surprised, but calmly said: "The grand master travels all over the world, is he here to watch a play?"

With the whisk floating in her hand, Kong Yue took half a step forward and said, "You are destined."

The head of Jiange shook his head when he heard this, and said, "I don't think so."

A swordsman is dedicated to the sword and does not believe in the destiny.

In a single thought, the sword can break all laws, and the sword can break all things.

Tao is Tao, sword is sword, and the two should not be confused.

"Then keep reading." Kong Yue caressed Hu.

Before Jianzhong.

The mountain guard looked at the two people in front of him, and there was a golden long sword hanging in the air between the three of them, and it sounded like a dragon chant from the sword.

Three golden dragons loomed over the sword body.

Emperor Sword.

It represents three parts of the world, three-sevenths, and only one sword can represent three parts.

When Dugu Ye was hesitating, it was time for the sword to be chosen, but now that the gray-robed old man appeared, the situation had turned around, and it was time for the sword to choose the sword.

The mountain guard looked at Dugu Ye and said, "You are still hesitating."

Dugu Ye didn't deny it, and replied with one word: "Yes."

He really hesitated, even if he was given half a stick of incense, he still couldn't decide whether to take the sword or not.

"Sometimes if you hesitate, you lose." The blind man under the gray robe smiled. He looked up at the Emperor's Sword and said, "Would you like to come with me?"

This sentence is about asking the sword.

The sword has a spirit, let alone such a sword with the spirit of the dragon in the world.

"Om."

The emperor's sword exuded power, which made the Jiange disciples tremble, but they didn't know what happened on the top of the mountain.

A spiritual sword can shock people's hearts, just like it is now.

Only those with a firm heart can not be affected by the emperor's sword.

Dugu Ye's whole heart is for the sword, and the heart of Shoushan's heart is the sword tomb, while the boy under the gray robe is all for the world.

So firm, under the emperor's sword, the three of them remained motionless.

…………

At the moment when Tian Zi Huang Jian was born again, people in the world were shocked by it.

In a certain place in the world, beside a well, there was a willow tree. Someone was lying under the withered willow, holding a jug in his hand, and pouring water with his head up.

It's the wine fairy, all at ease.

Jiuxian, free and easy!

"Om."

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Xiaoyaofan was stunned for a moment, and the wine gourd he was holding was also suspended in mid-air.

"That sword...was born." Xiao Yaofan smacked his mouth, he glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, and suddenly felt that the wine in his mouth was tasteless.

But Xiaoyaofan shook his head and sighed: "This world... is really going to be chaotic."

After saying this, he returned to his original appearance, as if he didn't care about all these things.

Xiaoyao is in this world, untainted by mortal dust, a fairy in wine.

Even if the world is in chaos, it has nothing to do with him.

This is true freedom.

Chang'an City.

A person was writing on the desk, with strong strokes, and the sentence was next.

Turning over the page, it was the next one, and looking at his desk, there were already nearly half a foot of books stacked.

Everyone called him Mr., but he almost forgot what he was calling him. It seemed that only a few people in this world knew his real name, and only knew him as 'Mr.'.