A Liang stood up and heard a distant horn sound on the battlefield, signaling that the troops in the wild world had withdrawn.
Both sides will clear the battlefield on their own, and there may be no need for trumpets to end the next battle.
A Liang came to the pavilion of Zhanlongya, released the empty wine bottle in his hand, spun around in a circle, howled, kicked the wine bottle out of the pavilion, and threw it on the martial arts field.
The war came to an end, and for a while the sword cultivators on the city wall returned home one after another like migratory birds returning north, with their swords shining brightly and the scenery picturesque.
Retreat, recuperate, practice swordsmanship, and drink alcohol.
The deceased has passed away, and the sadness of the survivors will be dispelled one by one in the wine bowl, drinking heavily or sipping on the wine table.
A Liang forgot which master said at the wine table that a person's belly is the best wine vat in the world, and the stories of old friends are the best puree. Add that gall, and blend the joys and sorrows, and it becomes the best wine vat in the world.
It can brew the best wine with endless taste.
After some thought and a pat on the thigh, I realized that this expert was none other than myself.
It is not good to be too arrogant and belittle oneself as a human being. You must change it.
Soon, a group of people returned to Ning Mansion from the city with swords. Ning Yao suddenly fell sharply and landed at the gate, talking to the old woman.
The rest, Chen Sanqiu, Die Zhang, Dong Hua Fu, Yan Zhuo, and Fan Dache, still went straight to the pavilion, floated down, and sheathed their swords.
A Liang put one hand on the pillar of the pavilion and touched the toes of one foot to the ground. He looked at the slim woman and said with emotion: "Die Zhang is a big girl."
Diezhang smiled and called Aliang.
When she was a child, Diezhang often squatted in the streets with A Liang and worried. The man was worried about how to find money for drinks, and the little girl was worried about why she wouldn't let herself buy alcohol. Every time she bought alcohol, she could earn some traveling expenses.
Copper coins, broken silver. The "fight" between copper coins and copper coins in the rag money bag. If one or two broken silver coins are added, it will be the most pleasant sound in the world. Unfortunately, Aliang has too many credit cards, and many restaurants
The shopkeeper of the wine shop was also afraid when he saw her.
Dong Huafu asked: "Where is it bigger?"
A Liang smiled and said, "Ask your mother."
Dong Huafu chuckled and said, "There are so many mountains and mountains. My mother said you had no good intentions in helping the mountains to come up with this name."
A Liang said helplessly: "What's this all about? Let your mother read less of the famous books in the world. With so many books in your family, I don't know how many unscrupulous booksellers in Nanbosu Island have been supported.
It’s not good, the content is also vulgar. Among the ten books, not one of them can be read a second time. Your sister is an unconscionable girl. Why did you tear up so many key pages and use them as toilet paper?"
Dong painted the talisman without saying a word. He was also involved in this matter. His sister was flipping through the books with murderous intent. He was only responsible for helping her tear up the books, and then his sister secretly bound them into a volume.
Chen Sanqiu kicked off his boots and sat cross-legged, with a relaxed attitude and his back against the railing.
He likes Dong Bu, and Dong Bu likes A Liang, but this is not the reason why Chen Sanqiu dislikes A Liang.
On the contrary, Chen Sanqiu admired A Liang's free and easy attitude, and was also very grateful for some of A Liang's actions back then.
For example, for his own sake, A Liang once had a big quarrel with the boss Jian Xian in private and cursed Chen Xi, the head of the Chen family, but he never told Chen Sanqiu from the beginning to the end. Chen Sanqiu only found out about these inside stories after the fact.
, A Liang has left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, wearing a bamboo hat on his head and hanging a bamboo knife, and quietly returned to his hometown.
Some swordsmen are very good at swordsmanship, but they are not free. They are always uncomfortable in the world of life.
It seems that Aliang, who is the freest, always says that true freedom is never the freedom from worries.
Fatty Yan was rubbing the man's shoulders and tapping his back, and asked in a low voice: "A'Liang, A'Liang, how is my swordsmanship now? After going to the vast world, can I make the fairy feel like a deer? Did you say that as long as I am a sword fairy?
, even if the appearance is not so handsome, with the sword, it is the best rouge for women. When they see the superb swordsmanship, they are like applying blush, does it count or not? "
A Liang nodded and said: "How can you not count? I am very familiar with Haoran World. If you have the opportunity to travel there in the future, I will give you a map and mark all the mountains with fairies. You can also
Don't be stupid and ask for swordsmanship. Just go to the foot of the mountain, get up with the sword, walk around the top of the mountain, perform a set of swordsmanship, and then call it a day. Don't say anything during this period, take off the wine bottle, and leave it.
Just give the fairies a back view of drinking wine. Until this moment, you can recite a poem loudly and walk away in style..."
Yan Zhuo's head was as big as a dustpan, "Ah Liang, I can't recite poetry."
A Liang said: "I have it. There are more than 300 lines in a booklet, all of which are poems tailor-made for sword immortals like us. Can I sell it to you at a friendly price?"
Dong Huafu asked: "Have you already used up all the poems in the booklet?"
A Liang was a little embarrassed.
Fan Dache is the most reserved.
He is not familiar with Senior A Liang.
Even though Senior A Liang is approachable, to Fan Dache, he is still aloof, close in front of his eyes but far away in the horizon.
This is like when many young swordsmen meet Dong Sangen, Lu Zhi and other old swordsmen and great swordsmen. The seniors may not look down on the juniors, but the juniors often can't help but look down on themselves.
A Liang smiled and said, "Your name is Fan Dache, right?"
Fan Dache nodded quickly, feeling flattered.
A Liang said: "You reached the Golden Core Realm earlier than the boss Sword Immortal and I originally expected."
Fan Dache couldn't believe it.
Can I get into the eyes of senior Aliang and the boss swordsman?
A Liang said with a smile: "Actually, every child's growth is watched by the boss sword fairy. It's just that the boss sword fairy is shy and doesn't like to be polite to others."
This is not easy to say.
After all, I am not the second shopkeeper who treats people with sincerity.
After Ning Yao and Nanny Bai separated, they walked up the stone path of Zhanlongya. After Ning Yao arrived at the pavilion, A Liang and everyone else had already taken their seats.
Ning Yao looked a little tired and asked: "A-Liang, is he in any serious condition?"
"That kid couldn't sleep well. I knocked him out. Now he's screaming like thunder. He's much better."
A Liang once said, "It will be difficult for Chen Ping'an to go out to fight in the city again in the short term. You should have stopped him from fighting in the previous fight. It was too dangerous to develop the habit of gambling on your life."
Ning Yao shook his head and said: "It's up to him to do the big things. I can't persuade him."
A Liang clicked his tongue in surprise, "Is Girl Ning still the Girl Ning I know?"
Ning Yao sat down silently, leaning against the pavilion pillar with his shoulder.
She carried a sword case on her back and wore a snow-white robe.
In the pavilion, chat casually.
It was probably Dong Huafu who was asking A Liang about Qingming Tianxia's deeds. A Liang was bragging about how great he was there, and punching Tao's second son was not a skill. After all, he couldn't tell the winner, but he couldn't tell the difference.
With one sword, he can overwhelm Bai Yujing with his style, but it is not a feat that just anyone can accomplish.
Pretending to be relaxed, there must be something difficult to let go of.
A Liang finally gave these young people some pointers on swordsmanship and broke through the bottlenecks and obstacles in their respective cultivation. Then he stood up and said goodbye, "I will go to an acquaintance to ask for a drink, and you should hurry back to your homes."
Ning Yao stood up and watched A Liang and all his friends go away with their swords one after another.
She walked down Dragon Dragon Cliff alone and went to the small house. She gently opened the door, crossed the threshold, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently held Chen Ping'an's left hand that had reached out of the bed at some point.
She was still trembling slightly, which was a sign that her soul was trembling and her energy was still unstable. Ning Yao moved gently and put Chen Pingan's hand back on the quilt. She lowered her head and bent over, reaching out to wipe away the sweat from Chen Pingan's forehead.
A finger gently smoothed his slightly frowned brow.
Chen Pingan likes him, and Ning Yao is very happy.
But Chen Ping'an likes her, so he has to be so tired, and Ning Yao is a little angry with himself.
So Chen Ping'an, who was sleeping, had just relaxed her brows when she herself frowned.
No matter what, I can't help but like him, and I can't bear to let him not like me.
These sorrows and sorrows have not yet left my brows, but have come to my mind.
A Liang returned directly to the city, but instead of going to the hut, he sat next to Wu Chengpei who was still diligently practicing his sword.
Wu Chengpei looked at the battlefield. The long golden river had been collected by the saints of the three religions. There were still some sporadic fighting on the ground.
There is no trace of sadness on his face, but he is suffering unspeakably.
For many swordsmen who have just arrived and traveled to other places, almost all of the local swordsmen in the Great Wall of Sword Qi have weird tempers and are difficult to get close to.
A Liang didn't say anything either.
Wu Chengpei finally said: "I heard from Mi Hu that before Zhou Cheng died, he said, 'There is no point in living, so just watch.' Tao Wen said that it is rare to die happily. I envy them."
A Liang said: "It is true that not everyone can choose how to live, they can only choose how to die. But I still want to say that it is better to die than to live."
Wu Chengpei said: "In the years since you were away, all the foreign sword cultivators, no matter whether they are dead or alive, regardless of whether their level is high or low, have made people look at them with admiration. I no longer have any resentment against Haoran Tianxia."
A Liang took out a pot of Xianjia wine, opened the mud seal, and swung it gently. The aroma of the wine hit his nostrils. He lowered his head and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Another autumn has passed in the wine, and the flavor of the wine beats the fragrance of cinnamon every year. The world is harmonious.
The drinks in Qing Ming Tianxia are indeed not as good as the Great Wall of Sword Qi."
Wu Chengpei suddenly asked: "A-Liang, have you ever had a woman you really liked?"
A Liang thought for a moment and was about to speak when Wu Chengpei shook his head and said, "No need to answer. I already regretted asking this question. I guess I regret even more after hearing the answer."
A Liang smiled and said, "Walking around in the world, I don't have any love for my children, so I don't want to drink. Look at those infatuated people, none of them are drunkards soaked in wine. In the love field, everyone is a coward."
To be continued...