The villain, the Son, frantically attacked them in order to survive

"...Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Lu Mu asked.

Luo Shuangning nodded, and the two lifted their feet and stepped into the open shop door.

The small shop in this alley naturally has no good decoration, the walls on both sides are loess, there are only four or five tables in the shop, and no one is there, it is not strange to say, but a small place may have a big harvest.

There was no one in the store, so the two walked to the backyard.

The door is open, and there is a hut inside, which is not big, but also quiet.

When the two entered it, they suddenly felt a strong smell of alcohol rushing towards their faces, and both of them had smiles on their faces.

There are several jars of wine in this hut, and the leftovers are cold. In the deepest part, an old man is making wine with his back facing them. He is very skillful in making wine. Ning can see, a very faint but not negligible sword shadow.

"The store is not open yet. If you two want to come for a drink, please come back at noon."

The old man didn't turn his head back, his words were indifferent and alienated, just a few words, there was a kind of speechless loneliness and vicissitudes.

Lu Mu and Luo Shuang looked at each other, like a mirror in their hearts.

It appears to be him.

The sword shadow contained true meaning, and they all felt it, but Luo Shuangning was more profound. After all, she was also a sword cultivator, and her master and disciple were so close. In that short sword intent, Luo Shuangning felt something. Complementary forces.

"Junior Lu Mu, this is Luo Shuangning, the two of us have met senior."

Lu Mu took the initiative to cup his hands and bowed slightly, showing enough courtesy.

Luo Shuangning also bowed, neither humble nor overbearing.

The old man's movements froze for a moment, but he didn't turn around, but said indifferently: "The old man knows who you two are... Shura's murderous intent is like a furnace, and the Frost Sword has become extremely powerful. The name matches this skill quite well."

"Please go back. The old man is already a wine seller. No matter what the two of you have here, the old man does not intend to get involved."

His voice was old and hoarse, but it made both Lu Mu and Luo Shuangning feel an inexplicable pressure, but both of them endured it, and Luo Shuangning smiled and said, "Master Yinjian, since After Master took me up the mountain, I only heard him mention you once, but being famous is not as good as meeting..."

"Seeing it today, the power of the 'Yin Sword' back then has not dissipated."

After Luo Shuangning finished speaking, the old man stopped what he was doing, and when he raised his head, he sighed slightly.

Luo Shuangning knew something.

As early as hundreds of years ago, there was a pair of brothers at the No. [-] Sword Peak of Wanjian Qianshan. They practiced each volume of "Yin Yang Asking the Sword Jue", with a single Yang sword. Wherever there is something in front, Lie Yang will crush it with one move; while the Yin sword is cunning and changeable, unpredictable, and with clever breaking power, the enemy is hard to guard against.

According to the rumors in Wanjian Qianshan, the two people who practiced this Yin-Yang sword art can complement each other with their swordsmanship and true intentions. In battle, their power can even reach several times the original one.

The depth of the profound meaning of this sword technique and the strength of its morality make it one of the best skills in the Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains.

However, whether the two practitioners have that kind of brotherhood, I am afraid that some of them know it well.

Obviously, the previous No. [-] sword master of Jianfeng thought that the "Yang sword" and "Yin sword" would join forces in the grand event. Among the thousands of swords and mountains, no one can resist the true meaning of the combined force of the Yin-Yang sword art.

But even such close brothers and sisters still ended up turning against each other and drawing their swords to each other, and finally broke up unhappy.

Now it seems that the most powerful "Yang Sword" won after all... because "Yin Sword" is currently staying in the alley of a small city in the southeast region hundreds of thousands of miles away from Wanjian Qianshan, driving A dilapidated wine shop.

Luo Shuangning didn't continue talking, but she believed that the old man in front of her, who was once a proud man, already understood.

"Heh, your mouth is much sweeter than my senior brother's."

Wushang turned around tremblingly, the old face full of wrinkles, but still able to see the heroic look of his youth, was staring at Luo Shuangning with a fake smile.

"There are rumors outside that you have been chosen as the successor of the sword master by my senior brother."

"The old man just happens to know that you also have a senior brother... For the old man, it is a very familiar feeling."

Wushang casually picked up the small wine jar on the side, pulled out the seal, and drank quickly with his head up. The wine was mellow and spicy, even if he just smelled it, he would feel drunk, it was really good wine.

It seems that after this "Yin Sword" was beaten to the ground by the "Yang Sword", he has already perfected his brewing skills.

Can be regarded as an option.

"Then, what are you doing here, girl Shuangning?"

Wushang threw the empty altar aside and looked at Luo Shuangning with eyes that seemed to see through everything.

This gaze is a bit scary, like someone who can see through all the secrets in the world, it makes people feel guilty, but this feeling is fleeting.

Luo Shuangning was a little nervous, but said frankly: "Master sent me here, intending to invite you out of the mountain and support me as the sword master."

"Oh? That guy couldn't be ashamed, but sent his apprentice out."

Wushang put down the wine jar, sat up straight, and looked at Luo Shuangning with a strange expression.

"If that's the case, please come back, girl."

"I'm already an old bone, and now I'm just a wine maker. I don't have anything to do with what happened on the Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains. But there are two jars of wine, you can take them, the old man thinks they taste good."

Wushang gave the eviction order without changing his face.

And Luo Shuang's hand holding the sword tightened, and so did Lu Mu's expression.

Section 4#Volume [-] Blood Dancing Beauty: Chapter [-]: Mouth escape

Luo Shuangning had a hunch in her heart that maybe this trip would not go smoothly.

Wushang, this uncle who has been away from Wanjianqianshan for more than 400 years, rejects her very clearly, but it is not that he is not interested in Wanjianqianshan's affairs as he said, but maybe it is just a simple grievance.

The teacher's debt is tasted.

This word flashed through Lu Mu's mind.

Although I don't know what happened back then, but such a magnificent swordsman opened a wine shop in this small town, and it must have ended badly in the end. Now that hundreds of years have passed, the sworn enemy of the past has now taken My apprentice sent me to ask him for help...

Well, Lu Mu thought about it, if it were him, he would not agree.

"Thank you uncle for the wine, but Shuang Ning doesn't like drinking, so I left first."

Luo Shuangning nodded slightly.

Since Wushang refused so simply, there was no need for her to stay, even if she heard her master's tone, this uncle was very important.

Wushang still didn't look back, and continued with the wine making work in hand, maybe it was time to open a shop to welcome customers.

Luo Shuangning met Lu Mu's eyes, he turned his head slightly, Luo Shuangning understood the meaning, and went out of the small door with his sword, but Lu Mu stayed behind, staring at the crooked old figure , his eyes are getting colder.

After a while, Wushang spoke again: "Boy from the Lu family, what else do you need?"

"Shuang Ning came here to hope that you could help her, but you refused quickly. Maybe what you think in your heart is not that simple, right?"

Lu Mu cupped his fists and saluted in a respectful tone.

"Hmph, this old man's strength is far inferior to that of my senior brother, what can I do, what can I do to help?"

Wushang snorted, seeming to dismiss Lu Mu's words.

Lu Mu was not annoyed, and said: "You are the former "Yin Sword" Wushang, even now, the No. [-] Sword Peak still has the past of Yin and Yang dual swords, and even my father is full of praise for you two. "

"Could it be said that the majestic generation of swordsmen can only huddle in this dilapidated alley, but they don't even bother to take a second look when their nephew comes to ask for help?"

"Maybe you haven't let go of your grievances completely."

What he said was full of strong irony.

Wushang's body was stiff, he turned around abruptly, and the Xuanyin sword shadow quickly enveloped the small room. The sword force, but a more imperceptible coldness.

Yin sword, killing people invisible, skillfully breaks all spells.

But this is not a sword gesture.

When the Xuanyin sword shadow dispersed, Lu Mu realized that the aura of the surrounding world had been cut off, as if it had become a world of its own, and Lu Mu's spiritual thoughts had been locked in his body. One thought, and he will die completely.

Sword domain!

The peak of sword cultivation, but this "Yin Sword" whose name and prestige have been knocked down by "Yang Sword" has gone further than his senior brother.

How can there be a sword cultivator who has come this far?

The most powerful Yang Sword Saint recognized by Wan Jian Qianshan, at most, has only touched a trace of the concept of "domain".

"...Senior, you are truly a god. Maybe Saint Yang Sword will be even more surprised when he sees you now."

Lu Mu was silent for a long time before uttering these words.

"My senior brother could have gone further. If he hadn't lost his mind and walked into the depths of the sword burial mountain range to comprehend the words of the ancient sword demon, heh, it's strange to say that the old man was so arrogant and arrogant than him. stronger, but the master passed on the position of sword master to him..."

"My master has been shrewd all his life, but in the end he made such a foolish decision."

Wushang flicked the white beard on his chin, and the Xuanyin Sword Domain quietly dissipated. He was still old, and seemed to be sinking forever, but when he thought about it, Lu Mu only felt that he was just an old man. Leaf of duckweed.

"Perhaps you don't know why Yang Jiansheng went deep into the dangerous place and made himself into that appearance."

Lu Mu casually opened a jar of wine, and the aroma was wafting. After taking a sip, he handed it to Wushang.

Wushang looked at him, but didn't reach out to take it.

"Wanjian Qianshan is a mess, but one of the seven sects in the general world should not have such a situation. Senior Yangjian didn't need to make such a plan, but I heard that "Yin Yang Asking the Sword Art" must The strongest power can only be exerted by two people working together."

"If the Yin sword is still there, and the two swords of the Yang sword are combined, maybe this scattered sword cultivator has long been a monolith."

Lu Mu put down the wine jar and looked at Wushang, his tone full of regret.

"Hmph, this is a matter for the old man and senior brother, it's not up to you, a junior of the Lu family, to intervene."

Wushang snorted coldly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the sharp light flashed past, but Lu Mu still felt it, and his heart shuddered.

"The junior is just telling the truth."

Lu Mu smiled lightly. "Could it be that senior, you don't want to see that someone can unite the entire Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains again, looking down on the world?"

"Don't use words to provoke the old man, boy, my knowledge is not as good as yours."

Wushang glanced at him, picked up the altar of wine that Lu Mu opened, and drank it down, the wine stained his beard.

"I have heard a lot about the name Snow Sword Immortal. Even though I am ashamed of her talent, she is not suitable to be a sword master. He won't convince the crowd, let alone make any contribution to our Sword Sect."

"Looking at you like this, you should have known her a lot, but tell me, does my nephew have the heroic appearance to become a sword master?"

Wushang asked while drinking.

"The younger generation can't tell, but in Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains, in order to prevent her from succeeding to the position of Sword Master, someone even colluded with evil cultivators to take her life and strangled her."

"There are already people from the same sect who are afraid of her a lot. Her ascension to this position is the greatest contribution to Wan Jian Qian Shan!"

Lu Mu said solemnly, he glanced at Wushang, and said, "Senior, such a woman is not good enough to take the position of the sword master? In my opinion, the position of the sword master is probably not worthy of her visiting like this. "

Wushang's eyes brightened at what he said, and he seemed to appreciate it very much. He laughed loudly, sweeping away his old age and slump before that, with a heroic air.

"Hahaha... Your kid's mouth is even worse than your father's."

"Didn't you think that after hundreds of years of leaving that place, the old man has already fallen to the point where he wants to find evil cultivators to murder his fellow disciples?"

Wushang drank heavily again, even though he was stooped, he was quite heroic at the moment.

"It seems that my senior brother still has a lot of ambition after all, but he doesn't have the corresponding ability. But thinking about it this way, maybe my master chose him at the beginning, but it is still appropriate."

"Forget it, it's rare for Martial Nephew Luo to come to see me in this small place, so you two can stay and have a good talk."

Wushang raised his withered fingers, and with a light tap, the wooden door opened. Luo Shuangning stood at the door, stroking the hair on the side of his ears.

When she saw the door open, she cast her eyes, but found that the smile on Lu Mu's face was so confident and relaxed.

It's like saying "what would you do without me".

Section 5#Volume [-] Blood Dancing Beauty: Chapter [-]: Words of the Yin Sword

She froze for a moment, then looked at Wushang again.

At this time, the uncle was carrying two jars of wine and two bowls, and came out. There was no smile on the old man's face, but he was not so alienated and lonely, and he seemed to be refreshed again.

"Come in and talk."

He said to Luo Shuangning, and walked out of the backyard with the wine and the bowl, and came to the dilapidated shop.

Luo Shuangning followed Lu Mu and walked in.

The shop is cold, although the shop door is open, but in the depths of the alley, not many people will come in, the furnishings are simple, just a few wooden tables and a few benches.

The three of them found a table and sat down, Wushang put two altars of wine and three bowls on them, pulled out the mud plug, the aroma of the wine was overflowing, it was excellent high-quality spiritual wine, Lu Mu rarely drank alcohol , even drinking is a rare treasure that ordinary people can hardly see in a lifetime, but there are also great winemakers in this small place.