Taiping Inn

Although Longmen Mansion is large, such a strange phenomenon is really too spectacular. No matter where you are in the city, you can see it.

At this time, many people in the city, after seeing the giant sword energy pillar visible to the naked eye and connecting the sky, were shocked and sighed, and also discussed it.

There is a saying in the world: The waves in the world beat the waves, the waves in the future push the waves in the past, and the new ones replace the old ones. So for the younger generation, Li Daoxu is a bit too long, so long that this great sword immortal is more like a legend than a real person.

It’s no wonder that others are. Li Daoxu became famous decades ago. Although Li Daoxu took action, he did not appear until the last moment. It was like a glimpse of the ordinary disciples. After passing the Shenlong, he saw his head but not his tail. As for the incident in the Emperor Capital, Li Daoxu also came forward, but he was always in secret, and only a few people knew about it. Calculately, Li Daoxu's last public appearance was actually a Yuxu Sword Fighting. A generation has passed so far. The older generation still remembers the immortal style of the Great Sword Immortal who made the sword. The younger generation of people in the martial arts world are completely No impression.

On the contrary, the great master Zhang Jingxiu, the earth master Xu Wugui and others have frequently appeared over the years, and among the four people, Dan Taiyun, who has been in the shortest time in the immortal realm, is quite good for the younger generation of people in the martial arts world. A sense of existence.

At this time, everyone guessed who took action. Some said it was the great master Zhang Jingxiu, some said it was the earth master Xu Wugui, and some even said it was Li Xuandu's, but few people guessed Li Daoxu.

At this moment, an old man rode a big, tiny mule, led by a child, and a horse was also prepared next to him.

Mules are very expensive animals. They do not do errands of carrying goods or pulling carts, but just carry people. Because when mules walk, they shake their waists from left to right, so that people riding on them will not feel bumpy, and they are flat and stable. . Ordinary horses fluctuate up and down when riding, and it will be much more bumpy. Only wealthy families can afford this kind of mule and requires dedicated training, so it is no less than many precious horses. What is foundation? This is the foundation. At first glance, it’s just a mule, it’s nothing, how can it compare to a tall horse? But if you look closely, it’s amazing, you’re such a noble person.

The old man sat on the mule, looked at the sword energy soaring into the sky, and murmured, "I have a sword from Kunwu Creek. It shines on people like water, and cuts jade like mud."

Then the old man shook his head, "No, let's change another poem."

The little boy who led the mule to the old man might have been following the old man for a long time and was also a little knowledgeable. He smiled and said, "This poem is indeed a bit straightforward."

"It's not that the poetry is bad, but that it's not suitable for the scene." The old man shook his head and said, "This is not the advantage of the sword, but the power of a man."

The little boy thought for a while and said, "Swords are used by a man, and books can tell the name."

The old man was stunned and then smiled and said, "Miusi, wonderful. This three-foot long sword is just used by ordinary people. To truly govern the world, we have to rely on the subtle words and great meanings in the book."

The little boy also laughed, "Everything is inferior, but he can only study well."

"Yes, people should study, and even the emperor is no exception." The old man said, "The Emperor Wuzong did not study, did not know etiquette, and preferred swords, guns, swords and halberds. Such emperors must be taught and corrected."

I was not very young, but I read a lot. I know a lot about allusions from all generations and a lot about this dynasty. At this time, the master mentioned Emperor Wuzong and said, "I remember that Emperor Wuzong was dead. Yu fell into the water, it seemed that God wanted to accept him."

The old man smiled and said, "It's said that he is the emperor, but he is actually a mortal. Throughout history, are there few emperors who die in misfortune? How many emperors can die in a good life? It's just an emperor who dies, and what does it have to do with the heaven? Even if there is really heaven above you, I won't care about such trivial matters."

The little boy was secretly shocked.

Death of an emperor or a trivial matter?

Then what can be considered a big deal?

One master, one servant, one mule and one horse, after walking out for a while, he happened to pass by a wine shop. The owner of the wine shop was a young and beautiful woman. According to the etiquette set by Confucianism, women should not show up in public, but small families will starve to death if they don’t show up in business, let alone a widow who has no man in charge, and there is nothing they can do.

The old man stopped the mule, looked at the beautiful widow, and said, "I want to drink."

The little boy also saw the beautiful woman, shook his head in an old-fashioned manner and sighed, "The drunkard's intention is not to drink."

The old man leaned over and knocked the boy on the head, and cursed with a smile: "Food, sex, and nature. What do you know at a young age?"

The little boy reached out to cover his head, served his master to get off the mule, and then tied up the big mule and the horse.

The old man walked into the wine shop alone and said to the woman, "Give me a pot of wine you brewed at home. The name doesn't matter, and the price doesn't matter."

The woman was stunned, then immediately reacted, responded, and went to get the old man's wine.

The old man picked a clean position, took out a small snuff bottle from his sleeve, and placed it under his nose to sniff it gently. People in the Central Plains sucked snuffs in this dynasty. Snuffs were not produced in the Central Plains, but were transported from Posa Prefecture, so they are quite precious. Only some wealthy families have the financial resources to buy these. The small snuff bottle in the old man's hand is made of glass and outlines calligraphy, painting and landscape on its inner wall. This small bottle is worth an ordinary inn.

After sniffing the snuff, the wine also came up, and the old man showed a satisfied expression.

But at this moment, a group of Liaodong heroes rode into the city, with horses roaring, and then stopped outside the wine shop.

When the old man saw the outfits of these Liaodong people, especially the fur hats and snow-white cloaks, he immediately showed a look of contempt and displeasure, and whispered two words, "Barbarians."

The child tied up the horses and mules, came to the old man, and whispered: "The sword energy has not dissipated yet. Master, who do you think will win and who will lose?"

The old man smiled, narrowed his eyes and said: "Li Daoxu is just trying to be a hero, fighting against the majority with a small number, he will die."

The group of Liaodong people had dismounted and walked into the wine shop. The leader was a middle-aged man who asked: "Boss lady, do you have wine?"

Although the woman was not a woman who never left the house, she was a little scared when she suddenly saw so many northern heroes with swords on their waists, and whispered: "Yes, yes."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Bring two jars."

The woman responded and hurried to move the wine.

The middle-aged man sat not far from the old man and glanced at him.

The old man was a little unhappy.

The middle-aged man suddenly said, "I advise you to be careful with your words and actions. I don't know whether Li Daoxu will die. I only know that if you continue to talk big, you are likely to die."

The old man's face changed drastically.

These Liaodong guests should not have heard his words, but now it seems that this person did hear them.

At this time, the proprietress personally brought a jar of wine. The middle-aged man ignored the old man, took the jar, broke the mud seal, and sniffed the aroma of the wine.

The middle-aged man was a little regretful, "It's a pity that my daughter and son-in-law don't like drinking. No one can drink with me on weekdays."

The old man remained calm, slowly picked up the wine pot, and poured himself a glass.

The child beside the old man also noticed something was wrong, stopped talking, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

The middle-aged man poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it all in one breath, and coughed lightly.

The old man also drank the wine in the cup and asked, "Are you from Liaodong?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes."

The old man asked again, "Are you here in Zhongzhou to do business? Or..."

The middle-aged man said, "Let's just say you are here to see my daughter and son-in-law."

The old man's face changed slightly, "Excuse me, is your son-in-law's surname Li?"

The middle-aged man stopped pouring the wine and asked, "So what if he is? So what if he is not?"

The old man stood up slowly, without saying a word, and after throwing down a piece of silver, he walked out quickly.

The little boy was startled and followed the old man out.

The middle-aged man ignored the old man and just drank slowly. When he finished a jar of wine, he threw down a Taiping coin and got up and left.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the direction of the observatory of the Wanxiang Academy, and the sword energy slowly dissipated.

Li Daoxu finally fulfilled his promise and split the observatory in half with a sword.

Fortunately, during the confrontation just now, Wen Ren had ordered many students to leave the place, so no one was affected.

Li Daoxu paused after splitting the observatory with a sword. The observatory, which had been split in half, collapsed, and he took advantage of the momentum and flew into the sky.

Song Zheng, Qinghe Layman, Ziyan Mountain Man, and Bailu followed closely.

After Song Zheng joined, there was no doubt that the four Confucianists had the upper hand. Even Li Daoxu could not fight head-on, otherwise he would really be killed by the words of the old man riding a mule.

The five people flew into the sky, and the four of them stood around Li Xuandu. Qinghe Layman stood in the spring position, Ziyan Mountain Man stood in the summer position, Bailu stood in the winter position, and Song Zheng stood in the autumn position of killing.

The four people showed their magical powers.

The Book of Rites clearly states: "Must wear a sword". In ancient dynasties, from the emperor to the officials, all wore swords. Therefore, the weapon of Confucianism is also a sword, and it can only be a sword.

The three hermits of Confucianism each hold a long sword. Their swords are similar, but they are slightly different at the head. The head of the sword of Qinghe Jushi is a green crane, the head of the sword of Ziyan Shanren is a purple swallow, and the head of the sword of Bailu is a white deer. In addition, Song Zheng also holds a sword in his hand, and the head of the sword is a fierce tiger. This sword corresponds to Tiger Zen Master. Obviously, Song Zheng lost the "Grand Master" and Tiger Zen Master died, so Confucianism simply gave Tiger Zen Master's sword to Song Zheng.

The five people fought with swords, and the swords kept coming out. Countless sword qi and sword beams crisscrossed in the sky, as if it was a chessboard with 19 vertical and horizontal lines.

Suddenly, all the sword beams and sword energy worked together to illuminate the entire sky, even suppressing the sun's light.

The sword beam flashed, and Song Zheng and the three hermits showed up. Song Zheng retreated more than ten feet, until the other three hermits each stretched out a hand and pressed against Song Zheng's back, and then he barely stopped retreating.

There was a slight ooze of blood from Song Zheng's seven orifices, but he just took a light breath, and the blood flowed back, as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Li Daoxu was still relaxed. But his right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, showing that he was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

Song Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Great Sword Immortal, if it comes to fighting alone, Song is willing to admit defeat, but now I want to give the Great Sword Immortal a word, human power is sometimes limited!"