Chapter 430 The Sword Master is worthy of the name
In the evening, Li Zhujiu returned to the inn happily.
Lin Yanli looked at her with a fascinated look, and after asking her carefully, she found out that Li Zhujiu had met an old friend in the city.
On Fulu Street in Mutian City, young swordsman Zheng Yizhou lives next door to Li Zhujiu.
Not only that, but along with Zheng Yizhou, there were several other young monks from Fulu Street who took root in Tianjun City.
These monks are all in their thirties or forties, and their cultivation levels are generally in the second or third realm. Compared with other monks in Mutian City, they can be called "young".
Of course, they couldn't use the word "young" in front of Li Zhujiu and Lin Yanli, as this would inevitably make them laughable.
Lin Yanli originally planned to take out a few jars of wine from her storage bag and visit, but she didn't expect that Zheng Yizhou and his party took the initiative and were already waiting outside the inn.
Lin Yanli had no choice but to inform the old woman and asked her to make it convenient for the young monks from Mutian City to meet on the top floor of the inn.
Seven or eight young faces, all in high spirits, were carrying gifts bought from neighbors. After entering the inn, they bowed to the old woman and thanked her for making it convenient for them.
I have to say that these young monks from Mutian City are more polite and well-behaved than those from Wuyang Mansion.
Ten people were crowded into such a large room. Apart from Li Zhujiu and Lin Yanli, these six young men and women were the ones who took root in Tianjun City.
Among them, Zheng Yizhou was the leader, and the six of them opened a shop selling spiritual treasures, elixirs, and talismans in Tianjun City. Their lives were pretty good, at least they could be self-sufficient.
Lin Yanli took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, and they drank and chatted, mostly about the current situation of people who had left their hometown in Mutiancheng.
Most of the people in Mutian City huddle together for warmth, and most of them are taken care of by outsiders. They either join the sect, are self-sufficient, or live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. No matter what, they are all waiting.
Lin Yanli held half a bowl of wine and touched the bowls with these people casually. After a round, half of the bowl of wine was sloshing around and only a little bit was left at the bottom of the bowl.
Zheng Yizhou and his party knew that Lin Yanli couldn't drink any wine, so they didn't force it. On the contrary, Li Zhujiu was very much like Li Kuai's Sword Fairy style. They drank several large bowls of it and finally collapsed on the ground, talking all over the place.
Drunk talk.
When Lin Yanli saw this scene, she dragged Li Zhujiu to bed and gave her a hangover pill to prevent her from having a headache when she woke up tomorrow morning.
At the same time, Lin Yanli warned herself in her heart that she must advise Li Zhujiu to evaluate his drinking capacity, drink less and drink in moderation.
After a jar of wine was shared among several people, they were still not drunk. After a few people had dissipated their drunkenness, they began to think about swordsmanship.
One is to be competitive.
The second one is Lin Yanli’s current level of swordsmanship during the examination.
Among the six, only Zheng Yizhou and a woman named Ju Pianmei were swordsmen.
The two of them took advantage of their drunkenness, and one of them took one of Lin Yanli's arms and went straight to the eaves, which made Lin Yanli feel helpless.
Since the two of them want to ask about swords, let’s ask!
Lin Yanli danced gracefully in a plain dress under the cold moonlight, her clothes and sleeves flying, like a banished immortal coming to earth, and the sword light flashed like a Milky Way, which was amazing.
Holding the innocent flying sword in his hand, he slashed out with the sword and sent the fish scurrying around.
The sword technique is simple, but has a unique beauty. The sword light flashes, the sword power changes, and the sword intention is long and yet sharp.
In Lin Yanli's hand, a silver-white short sword was swung, with infinite sharpness, and the sword light flashed in the night sky, making people dazzled and relaxed.
Zheng Yizhou caught a glimpse of Lin Yanli's swordsmanship and knew that they would lose today.
As expected, it was pity that this second-level sword cultivator was tricked by Lin Yanli in three moves. Zheng Yizhou himself could not get out of a hundred moves under Lin Yanli's hand.
The name of the sword master is worthy of his name!
"The sword master has great swordsmanship, but I lost." Zheng Yizhou said, holding the sword in his hand.
Lin Yanli smiled faintly and said: "Sword Master's name is too great. You are much older than me, so just call me Yanli."
Zheng Yizhou nodded and said: "Then we will call you miss like the disciples of Qianmo Sect."
Lin Yanli nodded and acquiesced to Zheng Yizhou's statement.
The group sat on the eaves and chatted for a while, and Lin Yanli explained the matter of the long trip.
This made the six people excited.
"This Guiqi is really hateful. Why didn't Senior Ximen just kill him with one sword?"
"Luofengshan is still a famous sect, but it allows such a scumbag to become the supreme elder, don't you want to lose face?"
"Heitui, if I see the ghost cultivator of Luofeng Mountain, I will definitely suppress him with magic!"
"..."
A few people cursed for a while and felt a little calmer.
Lin Yanli sat aside with a smile on her face, and the calculations in her heart were pounding.
Although the attacks and killings were all at the hands of Gui Qi, it was also largely due to Luofengshan's inaction, which made the people of Mutian City feel disgusted. Luofengshan was very happy.
The moon was above the branches, the night was already deep, and few people stayed at Lin Yanli's place.
They each pushed their hands towards Lin Yanli and said goodbye.
Thousands of twilight waters, the breeze remains the same, and there is no dream all night.
As the sky turned white, Lin Yanli went to find the old woman and vacate the room early in the morning.
Li Zhujiu's little face was pale, and from time to time he held his head and muttered: "Drinking will make things worse."
Qin Kunyu looked at her like this, it was obvious that she drank too much yesterday.
Last night, he tried to persuade her, but he couldn't resist Li Zhujiu's willfulness. He poured bowl after bowl of wine into his stomach, really thinking that he was a wine-drenched immortal.
After Lin Yanli and Zheng Yizhou went to the eaves, Li Zhujiu took care of him. This little girl was not in good shape when she was drunk. She fell asleep at first, but then somehow got up and clamored for water and cakes.
, the level of noisy is even worse than that of Jiang Xiansi.
Fortunately, he had become accustomed to taking care of Jiang Xiansi, so he didn't panic.
There is no Xianjia ferry that goes from Tianjun City to Tainan City. Except for the transport ferry carrying Guanhai Academy, all other ferries need to take a detour.
Since there was no way to take the Xianjia ferry, the group had no choice but to walk to Tainan City.
Traveling for thousands of miles, there were no special places along the way. We just came to a place called Dalong Beach, where we were stopped by a group of casual cultivators.
Li Zhujiu displayed his power, flying swords appeared one after another, killing several vicious people on the spot, and sent these "immortal families" who were greedy for spiritual treasures to Jiuyou to meet the King of Hell.
A group of people escaped to a mountain forest and temporarily settled under a waterfall.
It wasn't that Lin Yanli wanted to play in the water and enjoy the scenery, but that Qin Kunyu was about to make a breakthrough and needed to find a place with strong spiritual energy to meditate and retreat.
"Li Shang, what are you thinking about?"
Qin Kunyu, who had been squatting on the bluestone to breathe out spiritual energy, suddenly called out to Li Shang by the tree, "I've seen you sluggish for a long time."
"No...nothing!" Li Chang returned from a fugue, buried his head and turned his head to the side.
Qin Kunyu saw that Li Shang looked guilty, and his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the waterfall.
There are two hazy and beautiful shadows there, surrounded by clouds and mist, both of which are unreal.