There is one place in the Imperial City that countless cultivators dream about, but are extremely afraid of, and that is Wanjian Pavilion.
Wanjian Pavilion was created by Ye Cang'an, the sword master of Dongzhou Divine Sword City. When he founded it, he said: "Whoever can make Wanjian in the sword pavilion surrender, I will accept him as my direct disciple."
However, it has been 364 years since Wanjiange was established, and only one person has done it.
On that day, Ye Cang'an traveled across the void from Dongzhou to visit the imperial capital in person, and took this man into his sect, which was the envy of thousands of martial arts cultivators.
It's a pity that although this man was amazing and talented, he could not step over the chasm in the sky and become a saint in his whole life. He finally stopped in the stars and died with regrets.
Today, the gate of the sword pavilion is still open all year round, waiting for the next sword holder.
Wanjiange looks very ordinary from the outside. It is just a two-story building on the street. Compared with the magnificent shops around it, it is really inconspicuous.
However, no one dares to look down upon it, because although the sword pavilion is small, there is something huge inside.
Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa came here admiringly. They looked at the three big black characters "Wanjiange" on the plaque on the door and stopped to observe.
Before they came, someone told them that the three characters on the plaque were handwritten by the sword master Ye Cang'an, and they contained profound sword meaning. If they were lucky enough to understand one or two of them, they would be of great benefit.
Niu Dawa observed for a long time, but found nothing. She couldn't help but shook her head in disappointment.
He looked sideways at Zhou Jianlai, who was looking at the plaque with a smile. He seemed to have understood the meaning of the sword, and he couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Brother Zhou, please tell me what kind of mystery is hidden in these three words. I've been reading for a long time and I still can't figure it out."
There was a man in purple robe next to him, who also stopped to contemplate the meaning of the sword. Hearing Niu Dawa's words, his attention was immediately attracted, and he hurriedly and quietly raised his ears to listen.
Zhou Jianlai shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior Sword Master's sword intention is profound. Forgive me for my dull qualifications and my inability to understand the true meaning. But I did find something interesting."
"What's something interesting? Come on and tell me. It will make me happy too." Niu Dawa said curiously.
"I found out, well, this senior Sword Master's handwriting is really ugly." Zhou Jianlai said with a smile.
The man in purple robe next to him was startled when he heard this, and immediately moved to distance himself from Zhou Jianlai, fearing that he would be implicated in his arrogant remarks that were not surprising.
The Sword Master Ye Cang'an was laughed at in the street for his ugly handwriting, and he was still at the gate of Wanjiang Pavilion. To the man in the purple robe, this was an old man who had hanged himself - he had lived enough.
Niu Dawa held her chest with one hand and held her chin with the other. She looked at the plaque for a while, then smashed it and commented: "I think it's okay, it looks better than what I wrote."
"Ha ha--"
Zhou Jianlai was amused by Niu Dawa's serious expression. He couldn't help laughing and said: "You can't write a total of twenty big characters, and you can't write Zhou Zheng in both horizontal and vertical strokes. It's not easy to find a character that's uglier than you. Ye Cang'an's
I think he won't be happy when you comment like this, and he might even get angry and beat you up."
After hearing this, Niu Dawa couldn't help but become happy. He withdrew his eyes from the plaque and looked at the open door of Wanjiang Pavilion and said: "Since we have no chance to spy on the sword master's sword intention, let's not stand here anymore.
, hurry inside and taste the delicious wine.”
Zhou Jianlai nodded and said, "The alcohol bug in my belly can't wait for a long time."
After saying that, the two of them walked side by side toward the open door of Wanjiang Pavilion.
There were not only swords in Wanjiang Pavilion, but also the strongest and most delicious wine in the imperial capital. They both found out about it before coming.
Looking in from outside the door, the layout of the sword pavilion is extremely simple.
Several round tables are placed in the lobby, plus a simple counter.
The strange thing is that the entire lobby is empty, not a single person can be seen.
This made Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa wonder. Before coming here, they had heard that Wanjiang Pavilion was crowded with heroes every day and was very lively. Why was it so deserted and depressed today?
Without much doubt, the two of them stepped across the vermilion threshold. Suddenly, their vision flickered, and then ancient trees, green pines, green bamboos and cypresses, pavilions, pavilions, and other scenery suddenly came into view.
The sudden change of scene shocked the two of them. They immediately stopped in a hurry and wanted to go back. But when they looked back, they could only see mountains and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, and they could not see the gate of Wanjiang Pavilion.
However, the two of them did not panic too much. After the brief shock, they quickly calmed down, and at the same time, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
When they asked about Wanjiange Pavilion on the way here, the enthusiastic passerby gave them a general introduction to Wanjiange Pavilion, and then told them in a very mysterious way that there would be a big surprise when they entered Wanjiange Pavilion, which would definitely open their eyes to both of them.
After a brief shock, the two of them realized that the big surprise when they entered the house that the man mentioned was probably the one in front of them.
"The saint's handiwork is truly extraordinary! Who would have thought that there is a world hidden behind an inconspicuous door? It's incredible!" Niu Dawa looked around at the scenery and found that the two of them had reached the top of a mountain out of thin air.
Above, I couldn't help but marvel.
Zhou Jianlai was also amazed and said in amazement: "It is said that the saint has the magical power to create the world. Seeing it today is really eye-opening. What a fragrant wine!"
However, his attention was soon attracted by the rich aroma of wine wafting in the air, and he immediately looked towards the direction where the aroma of wine was coming from. He looked salivating and impatient, like an alcoholic.
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On the edge of the cliff not far away, I saw pavilions and pavilions scattered in an orderly manner. Many men and women were sitting in the pavilions, chatting, laughing, drinking or talking loudly, making it a lively scene.
At this time, a young woman with a graceful figure wearing a white gauze skirt came to Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa, bowed to them with a smile, and said crisply: "I respectfully welcome the two young masters.
Please greet me. Would you like to go to the attic private room, or sit in the pavilion outside?"
On the right side of her fair and smooth forehead, a thumb-sized vermilion tattoo is extremely eye-catching.
The tattoo pattern is an unsheathed sword, which is the exclusive mark of Wanjiange.
Anyone with this mark on their forehead is a sword slave of Wanjiange. She is one of the hundreds of swordsmen of Wanjiange, and her duty is to receive and serve guests.
The sword slave has no name, only a code name, Jian 361 is her code name.
"The room is so stuffy, it's not as bright as the pavilion." Niu Dawa responded, then looked at Zhou Jianlai and asked what he meant.
Zhou Jianlai said nonchalantly: "Anywhere, as long as there is wine."
"You two gentlemen, please come this way." The sword slave received the answer and made a gesture of invitation to the two of them, then walked half sideways to lead the way, his behavior was very respectful.
Pavilions, terraces and pavilions are all built near the cliff. There is a pavilion every twenty steps and a pavilion every fifty steps. They are connected by a long corridor in the middle and stretch all the way along the cliff. From a distance, it looks like a long dragon entrenched on the cliff.
There were many guests, and people were sitting in the nearby pavilions. The two followed the sword slave for a long distance before they found an empty pavilion.
When Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa sat down at the stone table in the pavilion, the sword slave waited on the side and asked: "You two gentlemen, can you order some wine and food?"
The wine bug in Zhou Jianlai's stomach had been howling for a long time. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly and said: "Get some of your signature dishes and a pot of the best wine here. No, one pot is too little, give me a jar."
He ordered it very casually, and it was supposed to be very satisfying, but after hearing this, the sword slave looked stunned and showed a troubled expression.
Zhou Jianlai noticed the change in Sword Slave's expression and immediately asked: "What, is there any problem?"
The sword slave hurriedly apologized and saluted Zhou Jianlai, but when he was about to open his mouth to reply, he was interrupted by a hearty laugh from the pavilion next to him.
I heard someone laughing in this direction: "Haha, she was frightened by your drinking capacity, little brother."
Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa followed the sound and found that the laughing man was a middle-aged man in his forties.
This man was dressed in green clothes, with a strong and well-proportioned figure, and a long aura. He had a silver-sheathed sword on the table. He looked like he was a swordsman with good skills.
He has a square mouth, big ears, smiling eyebrows, and a kind face. Coupled with his hearty and powerful laughter, he is very approachable and gives people an excellent first impression.
When he saw Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa looking over, he immediately smiled and bowed his hands to them.
Zhou Jianlai nodded in greeting, then looked at Sword Slave and said with a smile: "My brothers are good drinkers, and a jar of wine is no big deal. You don't need to worry about me, girl, just serve the wine."
Jian Nu smiled and nodded, but the embarrassment could not be hidden in her smile. She was not worried about Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa's drinking capacity, but she was actually worried that they could not afford the drinks.
To be precise, it was not that they were worried, but that they were sure that Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa could not afford the drinks.
But she couldn't say it clearly, as that would be too impolite and might even irritate the guests, making it difficult and embarrassing.
Fortunately, the man in Tsing Yi was a warm-hearted person and saw her embarrassment. He once again helped her out, smiling at Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa: "I'm afraid this is the first time for the two little brothers to come to Wanjiange, and they have never tasted the strength of Wanjiange's wine. road."
Zhou Jianlai frowned slightly, feeling that the man in green was talking too much and was delaying his drinking.
