Chapter 485: Awakening From a Dream, the Golden Immortal Is Hard to Kill

It was a rainy morning, and there were few pedestrians on the road. The town built around the sword-making furnace was still as "bustling" as before.

Where did the bustle come from? It was the clanging sound of iron forging that never stopped day and night.

It was continuous and incessant. After one furnace was finished, there was another one, and it could not be cut off.

Wang Ping'an had gotten used to such noise, or rather, the people in the town had gotten used to it, even the scholars who "turned a deaf ear to the outside world" had gotten used to such a life.

The noise of iron forging filled their ears and disturbed their minds, but their spirits remained focused.

In this regard, the old master of the town's academy said: Find peace in the midst of noise, and your mind can always be at peace.

Wang Ping'an agreed with this very much.

Although he had graduated from the college and found a job as a tavern accountant, he still maintained this peace of mind to this day.

The reason why he did not take the imperial examination or study after graduating from the college, but found this accountant job was also simple. He wanted to get close to the world and see it.

Such a Jianghu tavern is most likely to attract Jianghu knights, especially this small town tavern next to the sword-fighting stove, which can attract many swordsmen and swordsmen.

Wang Ping'an thus saw many Jianghu events, met some famous knights in the surrounding area, and even people from the Brahma Sword Sect visited the tavern, just like this morning.

A large group of people from the Brahma Sword Sect came to the tavern and asked the shopkeeper, who was usually cunning but honest today, for three tables of water and breakfast.

There are also part-time breakfast sellers in the tavern, otherwise the town usually has a curfew at night, which means that there is less business than in other places. Therefore, the shopkeeper who loves money like his life specially asked the kitchen to make steamed buns for breakfast, asked the servants to shout at the door, and asked Wang Ping'an to write a breakfast "manifesto" and hang it at the door of the tavern.

Today, the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect all had amazing appetites. They ate eighteen trays of fresh meat buns and twenty boiled eggs. After finishing these things, they still felt that they were not enough, so they asked the waiter to go to the street across the tavern to buy eighteen bowls of noodles. Only then did they stop.

After they were full and satisfied, they only paid the bill, but did not leave. They just occupied the table, and did not talk or chat. It was really strange.

The tavern owner did not dare to chase them away, and could only wait eagerly for their next order.

But they just did it, closed their eyes and rested their spirits, and adjusted their breathing.

Wang Pingan also looked at them curiously. He could feel that these people were a little nervous, and even had... fear in their hearts. Yes, it was fear.

And the thing they feared, no, the people they revered soon arrived.

But they were stopped by the waiter one step ahead.

"Sir... we have no place here... do you want to go somewhere else?" The handsome waiter was winking at the visitor.

Wang Pingan was a little confused for a while.

Why do all these people around him have so many stories?

Even this waiter knows the people of Jianghu. He... also knows them. His grandfather knows a lot of Jianghu people who want to forge swords, which means he also knows these Jianghu people indirectly.

"No problem." The man holding the sword pushed the waiter away and strode into the hall.

Crack, crack, crack! !

The people of the Brahma Sword School in the hall stood up one by one, like a long sword, and the sword intent was intertwined in the hall of this tavern in an instant.

Wang Ping'an quickly hid behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was even more quick-witted and ran to the backyard.

The waiter rubbed his chest and quietly hid behind the man holding the sword.

"Don't break it, you have to pay for it." The waiter muttered behind him.

The man sneered: "The Brahma Sword Sect is rich and powerful, they will pay."

"Hmph! Jinghong Swordsman, you sneak attacked my senior brother and caused him to lose his right arm, and you dare to be so arrogant, it's really hateful." A member of the Brahma Sword Sect had deep cheeks and frosty temples on both sides. He held a crescent-shaped sword sheath and soared to the sky. He wore a cassock that was neither a monk nor a Taoist. He looked different, but also a symbol.

"Oh my god, don't think that you, the Brahma Sword Sect, can frame people just because you are rich and powerful. It was obviously he who sneak attacked me and I counterattacked and fell to the ground. I didn't hit his right arm, but just broke his right little finger bone. Don't throw this dirty water on me." Jinghong Swordsman came up with a list of all his treasures.

"And you, I have fought with you, you can't do anything to me, why bother to trouble me, go back to Putuo Temple early and find your master to chat with me."

The eighteen people of the Brahma Sword Sect all glared at him, but no one really stepped forward to fight with him and talk about reason.

But just when Jinghong Swordsman was smiling and full of pride, the faces of the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect suddenly changed.

"Master...!"

Then the voices of Master came one after another in the hall.

Jinghong Swordsman was slightly surprised, but he did not turn around. His sword heart had already noticed that there was a master standing on the street behind him.

His strength was far superior to his, and probably even superior to his teacher.

Could it be that these rotten masters really came? Jinghong Swordsman was shocked.

He tightened his hands and grabbed the long sword, not daring to relax at all.

But he stood at the door of the tavern for a long time, his mind was tense for a long time, and he did not see the man behind him make a move.

He slowly turned around and wanted to see the situation on the street.

There was no one on the street, and the noodle stall opposite was only a steaming pot boiling noodles.

As for the master of the group of Brahma Sword Sect disciples, he was only seven feet away from Jinghong Swordsman, standing on the street, but he did not look at Jinghong Swordsman, facing the end of the street, ignoring others.

Jinghong Swordsman followed his gaze and looked to the other end of the street.

At this moment, a figure was walking slowly, with brisk steps, a haggard face, and a tall and thin body, holding a long sword with a scabbard decorated with purple emeralds.

Who is it? Jinghong Swordsman had an idea in his heart.

Or that rumor.

Here he comes.

The one who can be called a swordsman on his own.

But shouldn't he go to Wuye City in Wuye Prefecture to find the Putuo Temple of the Brahma Sword Sect?

The swordsman doesn't walk very fast, but if you don't keep an eye on him, he might be right in front of you.

"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." This important figure from the Brahma Sword Sect pretended to be understated.

But the swordsman ignored his greeting and only walked to the door of the tavern to pass him by.

When the big man of the Brahma Sword Sect had a stiff expression, the swordsman suddenly stopped at the door of the tavern and stood between Jinghong Swordsman and that man.

The swordsman looked at Jinghong Swordsman.

As a result, Jinghong Swordsman felt as if all the blood in his body had solidified, and he was cold, as if he was in the icy water of winter.

Then the swordsman walked around him.

"A cup of wine, warm it up." The swordsman uttered his first words after walking into the lobby.

"..."

There was silence in the place, no one answered him.

Fortunately, Jinghong Swordsman reacted quickly and immediately kicked the waiter who was hiding behind the door.

Only then did the waiter come to his senses.

"Oh, it's better for you to stay in a hotel." The waiter said nervously.

"A cup of wine, please keep it hot." The swordsman was not impatient and repeated what he had just said.

"Oh, okay." The waiter nodded repeatedly.

He can't resolve this situation at this moment, so he can just be a spectator.

"Is it convenient? Can I sit down?" The swordsman politely asked the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect who had occupied all the wine tables in the lobby.

"Uh...this...it doesn't matter. Are you coming with me?"

"Okay, thank you." The swordsman put the sword on the table and looked grateful.

Everyone was in a daze when they saw him looking like this.

This seems to be very different from the terrifying and abominable appearance in the legend.

"It's so exciting." Wang Ping'an, who had been hiding behind the counter and quietly observing, exclaimed inwardly.

As a bystander, he naturally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

That is to say, the big fish eats the small fish and the small fish eats the shrimp.

Jinghong Swordsman is stronger than these Brahma Sword Sect disciples, and the one on the street in front of the door is stronger than Jinghong Swordsman. The legendary swordsman is stronger than everyone present.

It’s quite lively to watch.

However, Wang Pingan was just a quiet spectator, watching secretly.

The great masters of the Brahma Sword Sect, the legendary swordsmen, are all big figures who are usually invisible, but today he saw them all at once.

After the swordsman entered the lobby, the master of the Brahma Sword Sect also entered the tavern angrily. Before entering the door, he glared at the swordsman Jinghong who blocked the door.

This shocked Jinghong Swordsman into a cold sweat, thinking that he was about to kill him.

But when both of them entered the tavern, they made him unable to enter or retreat.

Fortunately, the waiter came back and called out: "Sir, why don't you just stay here?"

He pointed to the counter where the accounts were settled and casually placed a glass of wine on it.

Upon hearing this, Jinghong Swordsman walked into the tavern with a skillful posture and a calm demeanor, as if nothing was wrong.

When he walked to the counter, he saw Wang Pingan hiding behind the counter, and smiled at him.

Things here were so weird that he was really in a dilemma, so he simply took it as he came and stayed for a while to see what was going on.

But after the legendary swordsman drank a few glasses of wine and ate a few mouthfuls of food, he put down a silver ingot.

"Where are you going?" The great master of the Brahma Sword Sect tried to stop him again.

But the swordsman ignored him at all and left the tavern without leaving any face.

Everyone in the hall was confused. Why did he come and leave? What does this mean?

"Sir, don't these food and drinks suit your taste?" The handsome waiter was bold enough to catch up and asked.

The swordsman faced him without showing any sign of impatience.

"It is indeed not delicious, and the wine is not good either." The swordsman said unceremoniously.

The waiter was dumbfounded and dissatisfied, and then even tried to reason with him: "Our wine..."

"Ahem, waiter, bring me another cup of wine." Jinghong Swordsman called him at this moment.

The waiter turned his head, had no choice but to let the swordsman go, and turned around to go to the kitchen.

The swordsman smiled upon seeing this: "If it tastes bad, it tastes bad. I won't let anyone tell me."

After that, he quickly walked out of the lobby.

After he walked out of the hall, the twenty-one people in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

This man is finally gone.

They all dared not take a breath.

I don’t know how this little waiter could have such great courage and dare to argue with this person like this.

Wang Ping'an didn't notice anything, but continued to sit behind the counter and look at the people in the lobby.

"Is that person gone?" At this moment, the waiter came back, but he didn't have the wine he promised Jinghong Swordsman in his hand.

Wang Ping'an saw that he also had fear and fear in his heart.

"Let's go." Wang Ping'an nodded.

But no one else has left yet.

And these people are all here to cause trouble for Jinghong Swordsman.

Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that the waiter has a certain relationship with Jinghong Swordsman.

The tavern suddenly became tense again.

"I have something urgent to do, so I won't bother with you any more. If you can survive my sword strike, I will forgive you for causing my disciples to lose all their skills." The great master of the Brahma Sword School pulled a strand of his long black beard.

Jinghong Swordsman readily agreed: "Okay!"

The great master of the Brahma Sword School drew out his sword with a clang, and then swung it out.

As soon as the sword came out, it was as if a grain of light floated in front of Jinghong Swordsman.

Bang!

Jinghong Swordsman's sword had already been unsheathed, and the sword light was like a bright galaxy at this moment, and he tried his best to guard against this sword.

Puff.

Jinghong Swordsman's sword shadow was broken in an instant, but the sword light of the big man tore through his thin sword energy curtain.

Ding!

Suddenly, the silver ingot that had just been placed on the table suddenly jumped up and hit the sword light of the big man. The power of the sword light directly shot the silver ingot to the beam of the tavern lobby and nailed it to the beam.

The sword light dissipated.

Boom!

But before the hall was quiet, there was another violent roar from the roof beam.

It turned out that the main beam was penetrated by the silver ingot, and the huge force lifted the beam and the roof. At this moment, the roof of the entire tavern was about to collapse.

"Run!"

Seeing that something was wrong, everyone rushed out.

When they all ran out of the tavern, they heard a roar behind them, trembling under their feet, and smoke and dust chasing them.

The tavern collapsed.

...

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Wang Ping'an worked in the tavern until midnight before returning home, but this time he didn't hear any clanging in the backyard.

Although he felt a little strange and a little uncomfortable, he didn't care too much. He just talked about the strange things he encountered today, emphasizing that the tavern collapsed and his job as an accountant was over.

Or it was temporarily over.

After that, he had to wait until the tavern was rebuilt to see if the shopkeeper would recruit him back.

As for the fact that he still couldn't get a response from his old father after saying so much, he was actually used to it. His grandfather had always been taciturn and didn't like to talk.

He took a feather duster to pat the dust off his body, and finally walked into the living room where Xiao San entered the yard.

However, the living room was dim at this time, and the moonlight tonight was not very bright. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was dark when he walked in.

He walked in, muttered a few times, and then took a tinder to light the candle.

But when the candle was lit, he found that there were people in the living room.

Two people.

One was his grandfather, and the other was... the swordsman in the morning.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Wang Ping'an's mind, but in the end they were all confused, and his heart was also in a mess.

How could the grandfather, who had always been ordinary, know this swordsman?

Could he really be the protagonist of the story?

"Grandpa..." Wang Ping'an tried to greet him.

"Yeah." His grandfather actually responded.

"Wang Ping'an."

But as his grandfather responded, another voice sounded, it was the legendary swordsman calling him.