Chapter 495: Wine Is Not Used to Boost Courage, but Is a Sword that Kills People

In the Eastern Region, he also called the Sword God Tian.

Within the Sword God Heaven, one hundred and eight realms are divided.

One realm encompasses a varying number of counties and cities in upper, middle and lower categories.

The Eastern Heaven Realm is one of the more famous realms among the 108 realms in the Eastern Region.

And the East Tenwang Castle in its center.

Although it is named after the city, it covers an area that is almost equivalent to a county.

Dongtian King City has all the teleportation spiritual formations leading to the thirty-six upper counties of Dongtian Realm.

However, there is currently no teleportation array that directly reaches middle and lower-level counties such as Tiansang County.

Therefore, if people from the Central Region want to go to the White Cave, they must use teleportation arrays in all realms until they reach the East Heavenly King City.

Then use the teleportation array in Dongtianwang City to go to Qinglong County, the superior county closest to Baiku in Dongtian Realm.

After that, choose human-powered flight.

can be reached.

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Qinglong County.

Qinglong City.

Located in a wine shop deep in an alley.

A haggard old man wearing a straw hat sat alone in front of the square table.

Cup after cup.

The waiter can't warm the wine as fast as he can drink it down his throat.

"Sir, this is already the thirteenth pot, do you need to take a rest..."

Seeing that the last bottle of wine had been heated up, the waiter couldn't help but remind him.

He put down the wine bottle, stood up and stretched, then tilted his neck, and suddenly the bones in his neck creaked.

God knows, maintaining such a wine-warming posture for a long time.

Even sitting down was starting to feel uncomfortable.

The old man with the straw hat can actually keep drinking until now!

"That's the most famous liquor in Qinglong County, 'Qinglong Drink'!"

The waiter was speechless.

When people come over to drink, they usually order a small bottle.

After two or three drinks, even the best drinker can feel a little overwhelmed.

This old man...

Thirteen pots!

"Guest officer?"

Seeing that the old man in front of him remained silent, the waiter couldn't help but call out again.

"Serve the wine."

Old Man Caoli tapped his fingers on the table, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at him.

The waiter immediately lowered his gaze.

This big dark circle...

Such an eye-catching appearance...

If it weren't for looking untouchable.

It's hard to say that he is about to kick people out at this moment.

"I don't even know if there is money for the drinks."

"Qinglong Drink is extremely expensive!"

Returning to bending down and sitting on the bench to make wine, the waiter felt a pain in his heart that he couldn't express.

Today is a major festival in Qinglong County...

In fact, it’s not really a holiday.

However, there has been news that a group of people in white clothes from the Central Region who are planning to rush to the White Cave should arrive in the afternoon.

According to rumors, that was a team led by one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Wuyue Sword Immortal.

Sword Immortal!

In the Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, that is the supreme god-like existence.

Ever since the news came out the day before yesterday, the entrance to the teleportation array has been almost completely surrounded.

Even the Imperial Guards of Qinglong City tried their best to disperse the crowd.

Still doesn't help.

Sword Immortal!

One of the living Seven Swordsmen!

Let me ask you, among the sword cultivators from the Eastern Region and the spiritual refiners from the Eastern Region, who wouldn’t want to take a look?

Even the boss set out two days ago to feast his eyes on it.

I am left alone and helpless, and I still need to guard this wine shop that no one comes to on weekdays, and continue to open and sell air.

But today is really weird.

In this dilapidated alley, this small wine shop that was supposed to have no visitors except regular customers, unexpectedly such a strange customer came over at noon time.

"Thirteen pots of green dragon drink..."

The waiter sighed.

If this guest can't pay for the wine.

Then he basically doesn't have to do this job anymore.

I can't say it, it's a light thing if I lose my job.

The boss discovered that he had spoiled thirteen jugs of good wine, and even his life was in danger.

"Tuk-tuk."

The knock on the table was urging again.

The waiter's thoughts were sharp and he didn't dare to think nonsense.

"Hey, sir, don't worry, it's going to be better soon."

"This 'Qinglong Drink' must be completely boiled to be fragrant. It's too warm!"

The waiter replied, but he secretly hated it in his heart.

"Drink you to death!"

"When the Qinglong Drink is completely boiled, the liquor's stamina will immediately increase."

"A guy who usually pours three cups, but if he drinks the fully boiled Qinglong Drink, he has to kneel down after half a cup?"

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was another urging voice.

This time the waiter heard clearly.

This voice doesn't seem to be coming from the old man's square table?

When he looked back, he saw only one customer in the dilapidated wine shop.

Unexpectedly, there was another person.

That man is next to the old man's square table.

He pulled up a stool and sat across from it across a small passage.

"Is someone coming again?"

The waiter was depressed.

On this day, there are still people who choose to come and patronize this shabby wine shop that doesn’t even have a name, instead of seeing the true appearance of the Seven Swords Immortal?

"This guest officer, what are your orders?"

The waiter didn't dare to neglect, looked at the unkempt man, and asked loudly.

"While the wine is gone, let's serve some plates of cooked beef."

A hoarse sound sounded like it was being cut by a saw.

The waiter got goosebumps all over his body.

This voice...

this person……

Damn it!

There are some weird things coming today!

I wanted to bet on that uncle's face.

But the hair that was scattered randomly on top of his head, hanging close to his scalp as if it hadn't been washed for several years, completely blocked the waiter's sight.

He glanced down and saw a sack on the side of the sloppy uncle's feet.

"What are you pretending to be?"

"Such a big bag came in without even making a sound..."

The waiter was thinking wildly.

After a long time, he finally came back to his senses and asked: "Guest, guest, it seems that you haven't ordered your wine yet? How can I order it?"

"I'm not talking about drinking my wine, it's his."

The sloppy uncle turned around, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the old man wearing a straw hat.

At this moment, the waiter was startled.

Four fingers?

He keenly noticed that the sloppy uncle's thumb was completely flattened.

When one of his index fingers pointed out, looking over like this, it was difficult not to attract attention.

He quickly withdrew his gaze.

The waiter knows that there are many capable people in Qinglong County.

These guys with physical disabilities may have been the truly arrogant masters when they were young.

If you stare at other people's physical flaws so impolitely, one of your own may be slaughtered, and the boss will send the body away, pretending that nothing happened.

"His wine?"

The waiter stuttered and said in a daze: "It's not good..."

"Nothing bad, he drank too much."

The sloppy uncle smiled and flipped his hair, revealing his resolute jawline.

The waiter lost his mind again.

"What a big scar..."

I saw an ugly scar hanging on the uncle's neck that almost covered most of his neck.

Just by looking at it like this, it's not difficult to imagine how tenacious this person's vitality is.

After experiencing such an injury that was enough to cut off his entire neck, he was able to recover with only a scar left...

"This is wine [81 Chinese website www.x81zw.me] money."

The sloppy uncle threw a bag of spirit coins, interrupted the waiter's contemplation, and said: "Watch your eyes."

"Ahh..."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The waiter hurriedly took the money bag and immediately lowered his head, "Okay."

Damn it.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

Such keen perception...

These two people should be the kind of spiritual refiners. I wonder if they are the legendary innate powerhouses...

The waiter was so lost that he didn't even know that the wine pot was boiling.

"The wine is open, put it out."

"Put the beef on again."

A reminder in the back of my head.

The waiter immediately put out the fire and ran to the kitchen without looking back, preparing to slaughter the fattened cow.

damn it.

What's going on today? Why do I always lose my mind?

If the boss found out about this, wouldn't he be fired?

Seven Swordsmen...

Well, the Seven Swordsmen must be coming, causing me to be distracted from my work!

…

"Who are you?"

Mr. Sang raised his head, his slightly drunken cheekbones were raised high, and his deep eye sockets were squinted, staring at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Broken finger...

scar……

And this extremely hoarse voice...

If he hadn't recognized the face, he might have recognized the wrong person.

It was obvious that this slovenly man came to the door on purpose.

The goal is yourself.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The sloppy man smiled and said: "The important thing is that you might do stupid things when you are drunk."

Old Sang laughed, "Silly thing?"

"right."

"for example?"

"For example..." the sloppy man said in a long voice, "For example, you might choose to assassinate Gou Wuyue."

Bang——

Suddenly there was the sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the floor and smashing into pieces.

Immediately, the waiter's panicked voice came out.

"Oh, the soundproofing effect of this shabby wine shop is really good. Once the curtain is closed, you can't hear anything!"

"Zhizhizhi——"

The old door curtain got stuck twice, exposing the waiter's butt.

Others were hiding inside and pulling hard.

Suddenly, there was a crash and the door curtain broke.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

The door curtain button fell to the ground, and the waiter's silly and cute head was exposed.

Mr. Sang and the slovenly man walked over in response and looked at each other.

The scene was extremely silent.

"hehe."

"Oh, guest sir..."

"You two gentlemen, please wait a moment while I repair the door curtain..."

The waiter felt like his little heart was about to jump out of his chest.

The right eyelid twitched wildly.

Echoing the "thumping" sound of the heartbeat.

He wiped his face and closed his eyelids.

Then he leaned over, picked up the door curtain, and wanted to stick it on again.

After realizing that he was not tall enough, he stood on tiptoes and finally hung the door curtain back.

but!

The button fell off.

There were no buttons, so he had to hold it up like this if he wanted the curtain to not fall down again.

But if you hold it up like this, wouldn't you be able to hear other people's conversations?

The waiter cried "Wow" in his heart.

Who the hell are these people coming here!

Why do you spiritual refiners speak without sound transmission and must be heard by me, an ordinary person?

Gou Wuyue...

Gou Wuyue, isn't he the legendary Wuyue Sword Immortal?

Do you think I am deaf?

This kind of statement is similar to "Assassinating the Moonless Sword Immortal".

If you want to chat, don’t you know how to block outsiders?

Hurry! ! !

A hundred thousand divine beasts were racing in his heart, and Xiao Er was about to collapse.

But if he had to lower the curtain and face the two faces outside again, he would die on the spot...

"I can't do it—"

"Woooooooo, boss, help..."

"come back quickly!!"

…

Mr. Sang calmly looked away from the dark shadow in the door curtain projected by the sunlight, and glanced at the slovenly man.

"You're very funny."

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Thank you."

"What kind of person is Wuyue Sword Immortal? What qualifications do I have to assassinate him?" Sang Lao picked up the wine glass.

"Yes, you are not qualified."

The sloppy man agreed: "That's why I think you are drunk."

Sang Lao's wine glass had already been brought to his lips. When he heard this, his whole face suddenly sank.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine."

He gently put down his wine glass.

There was a "boom" sound, and the dust on the tabletop and floor in the wine shop shook.

Floating.

Landed.

"call!"

An unknown wind blew up and rolled open the door curtain, revealing the waiter's tiptoes.

Immediately, the two of them saw the waiter raising his feet in panic, pressing against the hem of the door curtain as if he was stepping on a cockroach.

The air seems to be heating up.

The waiter felt hot sweat and cold sweat break out on his forehead.

He suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound.

That was the sound of "Qinglong Drink" being boiled.

"its not right!"

The waiter panicked, "I clearly put out the fire just now. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

After wiping away the sweat, tears and snot, the waiter wanted to cover his ears, but he found that his hands were simply not enough.

"Mom, why did you give birth to two hands for me and then leave..."

"It's totally not enough!"

He cried.

Really cried.

Silently sobbing behind the curtain.

…

"friend?"

The sloppy man glanced at the wine pot that suddenly boiled.

His eyes darkened, and the boiling water suddenly became quiet.

"Maybe you are wrong. I don't look like anyone. In this world, I am who I am."

He waved his hands and curled his palms.

The wine glass on Sang Lao's table was in his hands.

After doing all this, the sloppy man raised his eyes and turned his head to look at the old man opposite.

The brilliant light bursting out from his cloudy eyes was domineering.

"You're not that old, but your tone is not that young."

Mr. Sang sneered and raised his eyes as well. After looking the man up and down, his eyes fixed on the sack next to his feet.

He couldn't even see what was inside!

"I suggest you go for plastic surgery to change your face and have your limbs amputated, otherwise..."

Calmly retracting his gaze, Sang Lao cast his gaze on the man's face and said jokingly: "Otherwise, with your majestic appearance, you could easily be hacked to death while walking on the road."

"Senior Youlao is worried."

The sloppy man nodded in thanks, held the wine glass and looked at it carefully, and said: "There is something I don't understand very well. Can you please give me some advice?"

Knowing that the other person is not a good person, he will not accept his words at all.

So without waiting for a reply, he continued to ask:

"Why do people sometimes choose to get drunk?"

"It's obviously a way to paralyze oneself. It burns the throat and hurts the body. It's easy to have dreams after drinking it. You can't even hold a sword steady after swallowing it..."

"Does wine, this kind of thing, really exist in the world?"

"Pay me back if you don't drink." Mr. Sang knocked on the table.

"Oh, yes..."

The slovenly man seemed to have remembered something and suddenly said: "There is another saying that drinking makes people bold!"

"Is it because of this that even the strongest men in this world need to drink a drink before hesitating whether to kill someone?"

He raised his head with a smile.

Old Sang marked the pattern on the table.

A sudden beat.

With a "bang" sound, the chopstick holder on the table flew up.

"laugh."

There was no other movement, just a disdainful sniff, and a chopstick suddenly flew out of the chopstick tube and shot towards the sloppy man with a whoosh.

"sharp."

The slovenly man praised and frowned.

The chopsticks that came flying suddenly exploded with infinite sword energy, which reversed in the void and reflected towards Mr. Sang.

"Junk sword intent."

As soon as Sang Lao's straw hat was pressed down, the air temperature rose sharply.

The next second, the chopstick tube, which had barely fallen back onto the table, exploded, and all the chopsticks inside flew up.

Dozens of phantoms instantly lit up white flames and shot out.

"Bang!"

The chopsticks that flew in alone were unable to stop this attack. When they met in the void, they were directly poked from the center. Not even ashes were left behind, and they were burned in the void on the spot.

"Chi chi chi..."

Bloody flowers flew.

The sloppy man put down the wine glass in pain.

He lowered his head and looked at the dozens of wooden chopsticks burning with white flames on his chest that were already half-deep.

He rolled his hand and wrapped the white flames on it.

With one stroke of the sword, the hot energy was sent into the void flow.

Then he gritted his teeth and pulled out the chopsticks one by one, saying feebly: "Senior is amazing, he taught me the truth of being outnumbered in one go."

Mr. Sang looked at him and fell silent.

Outnumbered...

What on earth is this guy doing here?

"May I have your name?"

he asked again.

"I said, the name is not important, the important thing is that you are drunk."

The sloppy man carefully inserted the blood-stained wooden chopsticks back into the chopstick holder, stood up and thought for a while, then put down a spiritual coin and said sincerely: "I have settled the bill for you, leave, there is no need to risk another life. "

"Interesting, you're interesting."

Mr. Sang smiled: "You know the truth of being outnumbered, and there are tools at your feet, so why don't you use them?"

As he spoke, he looked down and pointedly at the sack beside him.

"If you don't use it, it's really not necessary."

The sloppy man pulled up the sack, and suddenly there was a sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang" from inside.

He came to Sang Lao's table and stopped, sighing: "If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. I know how much I weigh, so there is no need to take action."

"How do you know you can't beat me if you don't try?"

Mr. Sang sneered, "Where is the passion of young people? Where has it gone? At this point, you are not even as good as my apprentice."

"young……"

The sloppy man groaned, then raised his four fingers and said: "Some people look young, but their bodies are already disabled."

"same……"

He paused, stared deeply at the old man in front of him, and said: "Some people may appear to be healthy, but they are not strong on the outside but strong on the inside. I don't know."

"Hahaha!"

Mr. Sang laughed: "Only weak birds will hesitate and be timid before preying; real beasts will only choose to move forward!"

"Are you determined to die?"

The sloppy man asked in confusion: "Isn't that what a stupid animal does?"

"you think too much."

Mr. Sang also patted the table and stood up. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly fell silent and turned to look at the sky outside the window.

Above the sky, a spiritual array beam shot into the sky.

In an instant, the air flow cleared the clouds, as if the gods were coming.

"Buzz——"

The ten-mile long street is full of swords and swords.

The door curtain of the wine shop suddenly shook.

Even the waiter knows it at this moment.

According to the legend, Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals who can only be held by seven people in the world, has arrived in Qinglong City.

"It's time for me to leave."

Mr. Sang patted the slovenly man on the shoulder, "When you are young and promising, do more meaningful things, so..."

He looked at the attire of the person in front of him, shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if they are dressed like this, it won't be 'yes'!"

"I said, I never 'look like', I just 'is'!"

The sloppy man glared coldly, seemingly angry.

"good."

"You are a 'yes'. If you continue to be a 'yes', I will not argue with you anymore. We will never see you again."

Mr. Sang passed him and walked towards the door.

The sloppy man clenched his fists and said, "You can't go out!"

"The sky is big and the earth is big. It's just a wine shop, but it's not a prison. Why can't I get out?"

Mr. Sang laughed.

With every step he took, his momentum suddenly increased.

By the time they reached the door, the shabby restaurant was already swaying, as if it was about to collapse completely.

The body of the waiter who was hiding behind the door curtain had already become stiff.

He listened to the entire conversation.

Even if you don't understand sometimes, it doesn't affect what the sloppy uncle said before.

now.

The Seven Sword Immortal Gou Wuyue has arrived.

The old man had to choose to leave.

What do you want?

The answer is self-evident!

"My dear, boss, do you know who has come to your shabby wine shop?"

"They... no, he, he actually wants to kill Wuyue Sword Immortal?"

"This, this, this, damn it, I want a job where I can make a living, what about me, they won't silence me!"

"laugh!"

While he was thinking wildly, the door curtain suddenly cut off with a sneer.

The waiter was stunned.

He looked at the door curtain that was completely hanging to the ground and should have been able to cover his lower body.

Realizing that after the sword energy just passed away, his efforts to hide his ears and steal the bell were useless.

Hesitantly lowering the door curtain, the waiter saw a scene he would never forget.

I saw tables and chairs floating in the dilapidated wine shop, bowls and chopsticks scattered in all directions, all floating in the void, bursting with infinite white sword energy.

And the target of all these things is the old man Caoli who has already walked to the door.

"Edict!"

The sloppy man slashed down with his fingers, and the pots and pans floating in the void suddenly slashed towards the old man Kusakasa's back.

"careful!"

The waiter screamed in his mind.

If someone died in a wine shop, the boss, let alone himself, might not be able to escape the law enforcement of the Qinglong City Imperial Guards.

Care to rescue.

But there was no way around it.

The waiter fell softly to the ground.

…

"Your so-called outnumbered enemy is too late after all..."

Old Sang turned around silently, and slowly lifted the straw hat in the dark environment of the wine shop.

In the deep eye sockets, a bit of cold light bloomed, and then white flames burned.

"Plop."

A slight sound rang out between the whistling sword intent.

Just when this voice appeared, everything that was lifted up by the sword's intention crashed to the ground.

In front of the blood-colored clothes on the slovenly man's chest, white inflammation suddenly rekindled, covering his whole body in an instant.

"This is……"

The man was horrified.

He had clearly swept away all Bai Yan just now.

Why, this thing can be ignited again?

I haven’t used even half of my spiritual energy!

"Sword Intent?"

Soon, his pupils shrank and he completely understood what was happening.

What's burning in this white flame is not his spiritual essence or his physical body... but his sword intention!

"Don't you understand?"

Old Sang laughed and shook his head, "Since you are here to stop me, why didn't you even find out my abilities at all?"

"The flames shine in the sky, burning everything!"

As he spoke, the straw hat covered most of his face.

And the white flames that were burning all over the slovenly man's body also followed this move and retracted directly into his body, completely penetrating his internal organs.

"Well!"

The man groaned and bleeded from his orifices.

Already aware of the damage done by Bai Yan, he was on guard.

He still said.

Not only that, the white flames that could burn all things to ashes had entered his body, only blocking his spiritual energy, heavenly way, and even the control of his sword intention.

Others, no harm to the body at all!

"Has this guy's control of flames reached such an exquisite level..."

The sloppy man fought hard.

He wanted to move.

But with a move of his hand, the muscles and bones were cut off and then re-welded.

When the sword intention was about to move, Bai Yan clung to the sword intention and burned into nothingness.

The qi of heaven wants to move...

Tianji can't get close to Bai Yan at all!

It was clear that the white flames had entered his body, but within a few feet's radius, the sloppy man found that he could not comprehend even half of the energy of heaven.

"Does the temperature alone evaporate everything?"

"Damn it..."

despair.

Sang Lao withdrew his gaze and stepped across the threshold.

The warm afternoon sun shone down, drawing a long silhouette on the broken wall of the wine shop.

"Hiccup~"

After burping, Mr. Sang seemed to remember something.

He looked back at the man who was completely curled up on the ground and twitching constantly, and said: "By the way, I haven't answered your question about 'wine' yet..."

After a pause, Mr. Sang sighed softly.

"Wine is not used to strengthen courage, but is actually a killing sword."

"At this point, you can't even imitate half of his essence."

"After all, he had started drinking."