small rivers and lakes

"No slander, no slander." Zhong Yi smiled and said a few perfunctory words, turned his face, and frowned slightly.

If I am not mistaken, the Zhanlu sword was indeed broken from it, and the broken lines were well concealed after repairing. However, in the past, when Ou Yezi made the sword, there were landslides and water droughts, and the gods dispatched it. After thousands of years of tempering, it began to show its sharpness. The rumors are often exaggerated. But it also shows that this is a famous sword handed down from generation to generation.Even the most famous Snow Mountain Sword Forging Hall today cannot be completely restored.

The most important friend of a swordsman is the sword in his hand. The scars on the body can be healed, but the shame of a broken sword is unforgettable for a lifetime.

The previous Zhanlu sword master was An Guangsha, the general leader of the Tianxia League. Someone once ranked the master list, thinking that the master An's Ziwei swordsmanship is powerful and powerful, and has the potential of vertical and horizontal maneuvers. He is respected as the leader of the martial arts master list.

How high is that man's martial arts ability to break An Guangsha's sword?

Back at the inn, Jiu Bao kept walking back and forth in the room, beating his hands and sighing: "How can there be such a handsome man in the world, it's simply fascinating, but the martial arts are so strong, so... vicious, alas... Li Daxia It should be useless."

"The Tianxia League will take care of him, don't worry." Zhong Yi said.

Jiubao frowned: "But this is not a question of whether to provide for the elderly or not!"

Zhong Yi sat on the window sill peeling sugar-fried chestnuts, without looking at him, and said casually, "What's the problem?"

Jiubao clenched his fists emotionally, and said loudly: "The man is skilled in martial arts. He is helping the world and saving the people from violence and peace. I heard that Li Daxia is also a great master in swordsmanship. His martial arts are very strong, but now his whole right arm is only a dry bone. It is impossible to take it again." Sword, this not only directly abolished his martial arts, but also abolished his life together!"

"A master in the way of swordsman?" Zhong Yi threw a chestnut into his mouth, leaned his head against the window frame, and said calmly, "But I think his kung fu with hidden weapons is better than swordsmanship."

Jiu Bao was taken aback: "Huh?"

Zhong Yi mocked: "A swordsman is a gentleman among soldiers. If you can only stab people in the back, why not just break your sword and become an assassin."

As the sun was setting, he looked up at the slanting sun in the sky, and the endless Tianque Mountain under his squinting eyes, and murmured: "Tell me, where will Ayou be now?"

"...Who?" Jiubao was stunned, "Who is Ayou?"

Zhong Yi turned her head and looked at him like an idiot: "Wuyou, Le Wuyou."

"..." Jiubao took a deep breath.

Zhong Yi showed an expression of "Isn't this quite normal".

"Why are you suddenly called so close?" Jiubao pointed at him and shouted, "What is your relationship with him? Why is it suddenly like being possessed by an evil spirit? When you catch a disrespectful old man, you start to dream, and you can't keep him safe It's not your Le Wuyou!"

Zhong Yi was very puzzled by his madness, frowned, thinking that the hall master found his own savior, and didn't he find you a stepmother, so why should he be so angry?Like a little fighting cock!

Could it be the rebellious period... The rebellious period at the age of 17 seems to be a bit stunted?

It was getting late, Zhong Yi was dressed neatly, and flew out of the city gate before the curfew. From a distance, he saw lights and shadows on the Phoenix Terrace, and the gravel road in front of the gate was full of traffic and streams.

The Buzuifang is an old winery with a history of hundreds of years. All the previous owners died of alcoholism, but the business of the winery has not been affected at all, and on the contrary, it has become more prosperous.

Zhong Yi, dressed in fluttering white clothes, waved a folding fan and was guided by a maid to her seat.

The place is full of distinguished guests and talented people. As soon as Zhong Yi folded his sleeves and sat down, a young man in gold strode over and sat on top of him.

The maid came after her: "An Xiaoxia, An Xiaoxia, where is your seat..."

Anji glanced at where her finger was, and was furious: "Why is my seat so bad? Do you know who my father is?"

The maid covered her lips and smiled coquettishly: "If my family didn't know, how could they call you An Xiaoxia?"

Anji was blocked by a word, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Why is the seat of the young man inferior to the bastard's favorite? Could it be that my young leader of the Tianxia League is not as good as a small hall leader like him?"

The maid said with a smile: "An Xiaoxia is the first to participate in the white-clothed night banquet, so I don't know anything about it. Our shopkeeper's row of seats never depends on martial arts status."

"Then what are you looking at?"

The maid smiled: "Appearance."

Anji was furious, and stood up abruptly: "Do you dare to say that I am not as good-looking as a bastard?"

"An Xiaoxia's face is like powder, and his lips are like vermilion. Naturally, he looks better than Zhong Yi." A leisurely female voice sounded.

The maid slightly bent her knees and said softly, "The shopkeeper."

A woman walked over, she was an extremely beautiful woman, her eyebrows were like swallows, her eyes were like cold stars, her cheeks were like knives and axes, and her thin lips were as red as blood. But it makes you feel like a hot long whip hitting you head-on.

It is the current owner of Buzuifang, Witch Hazel Snow.

Zhong Yi stood up and gave a slight salute: "Treasurer Jin."

"Hall Master Zhong," Jin Luxue said with a smile in the corner of her long and narrow eyes, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and the Hall Master has become more elegant. It must be that some happy event is coming."

Zhong Yi didn't deny it, and said with a smile, "The shopkeeper Jin has sharp eyes."

Jin Luxue turned her head to look at An Ji, raised her hand to raise his chin, and took a closer look: "An Xiaoxia seems to have grown up a bit compared to the last time we met."

Anji's chin was pinched by her, and a blush could not help but fly on his face. He tried to avoid her, but found that the cold finger seemed to be stuck to his chin, and he couldn't dodge it no matter what. He said angrily: " This young master doesn't remember meeting you!"

"Of course you don't remember," Jin Haixue said calmly, "You just turned one year old at that time."

"You!" Anji choked suddenly.

Jin Luxue laughed: "I haven't seen you for many years, An Xiaoxia looks more and more handsome, but I choose men, I always prefer mature and powerful, An Xiaoxia only needs to wait another ten years, until the clock hall master is old and lustful Failing, it must be inferior to you."

"You...you are shameless!" Anji gritted his teeth. He had never seen such an out-of-the-ordinary woman who talked about masculinity in public. He blushed in anger for a moment, and was about to leave with a wave of his sleeves.

Walking to the door, I suddenly thought about it: If I just leave like this, wouldn't it be like running away?

He gritted his teeth hard, turned around, walked to his seat with a straight face, sat down heavily, and raised his eyebrows to Zhong Yi.

snort!

Most of the guests were seated, and the maids lit the candles around the high platform. For a moment, the Phoenix Terrace was as bright as day, and the air was filled with the faint smell of ambergris.

Jin Haoxue held a huge wine jar with one hand, put it down steadily, and said with a loud smile: "This year's new wine is out of the cellar, and all the gentlemen have worked hard to come to support it. Jin is very grateful."

A person from Jianghu said: "The treasurer Jin is too modest. If the new wine from the wine shop is not released from the cellar, even if I am in the grave, I have to climb out and have a good drink!"

The friend next to him squeezed out: "The only one who can crawl out of the grave is the Beimang Ten Thousand Ghost Tomb. Could it be that you are one of those ten thousand ghosts?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The witch hazel slapped the mud off the wine jar, and in an instant, the aroma of the wine overflowed.

People praised: "good wine!"

A dozen or so small wine jars were laid out in front of her. Jin Lixue picked up the wine jars and folded her slender waist. The breeze on the Phoenix Terrace made her clothes flutter. Hearing the clear sound of running water, the clear wine was poured from the large wine jar on her shoulder into the small wine jar one by one.

People praised again: "Good work!"

After Jin Haixue poured the wine, she picked up a bowl first, raised her head and drank it up, laughed three times, and waved to the maids: "Serve the wine."

The graceful maids held up the small wine jars, moved lightly with their lotus steps, and the dust from their shoes and socks drifted by like a gust of wind. The wine bowls on everyone's desks were already full.

"Dry!"

"Good wine!"

"It was a worthwhile trip!"

People picked up the wine, greeted each other and drank it down.

Zhong Yi smacked his lips, feeling plump and mellow, full of fragrance in his mouth, and praised: "The wine is pure and fragrant on the lips and teeth. Once this wine comes out, this year's wine list will probably change the leader. Manager Jin, has this wine ever been picked?" name?"

"That's right, what kind of wine is this?" People looked at the main seat one after another.

Jin Luxue drank a bowl of wine, narrowed her long and narrow eyes slightly, as if she was savoring it carefully, and said softly: "Before this wine came out of the cellar, I dreamed of a beautiful woman who was independent from the world and looked forward to her. left a poem in front of his desk."

A person from Jianghu said loudly: "It turns out that we are not the only fools who dream of meeting beauties hahaha..."

Zhong Yi felt a little anxious for no reason, and asked, "What poem do you leave behind?"

Jin Haoxue took out an elegant piece of paper from her bosom, and handed it to Zhong Yi who was closest to her. Zhong Yi glanced at it, her face changed, and she stood up abruptly.

I saw that it was a phoenix-tailed paper, on the exquisite phoenix-patterned silk, it was written in elegant small letters: Quiet girl and her sister, wait for me in the corner of the city.If you love but don't see, scratch your head and hesitate.

The quiet girl swears, and I am inconvenienced.Tong Guan Youwei, talking about the beauty of women.

Self-herd and return to me, beautiful and different.The gangster is beauty, and the beauty is the perspiration.

"What's wrong with Master Zhong?" People were surprised.

"It's okay." Zhong Yi sat down slowly, and then passed the Fengwei paper to the person next to her, frowning slightly, rubbing her fingers under the desk twice, recalling the remaining touch.

——The same Fengwei note was left on the body of Chiyan Sect Master Ma Feisha that day.

He couldn't help but look up at Witch Hazel.

The Fengwei note was passed around among the people, and returned to the hands of Jin Haixue.

One person couldn't wait to flatter: "Poetry is beautiful, people are beautiful, and words are so beautiful. Shopkeeper Jin really deserves to be a wonderful woman!"

"I didn't write this," Jin Haixue interrupted him. "After waking up from the dream, I found this note on the desk in front of the window. The ink was still wet..."

Everyone was in an uproar: "It's amazing!"

Jin Lixue raised the phoenix tail note, showed her face and said with a smile: "This kind of encounter must not be encountered by everyone. It is probably inspired by the God of Dionysus, so I think this new wine may as well be called" Jing Nu'."

"Quiet girl..."

The atmosphere involuntarily turned cold, and there was only the small crackling sound of burning spices on the high platform. Zhong Yi looked up at Witch Hazel, and saw her drinking quietly after the lingering smoke, as if she didn't realize that there was something wrong with the name at all.

Crack... A lamp flower burst without warning.

One of the Jianghu people present said faintly: "Quiet girl, Qishu... Shopkeeper Jin, is the beauty you dreamed of, Le Qishu?"

Jin Yunxue raised her eyes, glanced slowly, and raised her chin: "Yes, so what?"