"You can help yourself to food and drink. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
Facing the respectful salute from Taoist Qingyang, who was well-known in the spiritual world, the landlady didn't even bother to look at him and waved her hand impatiently.
That posture was like chasing away annoying flies.
For Taoist Qingyang, the focus today is to meet Yu Qingzhi here. Saying hello is just a courtesy procedure, and the attitude of the landlady is not important.
Hearing this, he smiled slightly, went to the wine cabinet to get soju and side dishes, sat down at the table next to the door and waited.
Soon a man in a white shirt appeared at the entrance of the alley, and several families in the narrow alley opened their courtyard doors.
A burly man with a sinewy face walked out of the yard of the third house on the left. He looked like he was wearing shabby clothes, and he must have been a coolie who had been carrying bags and goods in the establishment all year round.
An old man with a goatee and a patchwork green shirt came out of the fourth house's yard on the right. The old man makes a living by setting up a stall on the long street next door and writing letters for people. Occasionally he sells a few calligraphy and paintings in exchange for some wine money.
The fifth house on the left...the seventh house on the right...
A total of eight people with different appearances came out of their yard, leaning against the door frame, looking at Yu Qingzhi who slowly entered the alley with cold eyes.
These eight people were all people who had drank in the tavern not long ago, and they were standing in the alley at this time, like guards.
"General Xue, long time no see."
Yu Qingzhi smiled and greeted the strong man.
"Master Liu, next time you have calligraphy and painting for sale, please remember to let us know in advance. Paintings with sacred calligraphy are rare."
After taking a few steps forward, Yu Qingzhi stopped and bowed his hands to the old man in green shirt.
"Eunuch Chen... General Xie... Governor Lu... Commander Zhou..."
Yu Qingzhi greeted one by one and called out the official positions that would dazzle ordinary people. But these people either snorted or rolled their eyes, and no one gave Yu Qingzhi a good look.
Under the gaze of eight people, Yu Qingzhi walked to the door of the tavern and first looked at the proprietress sitting at the table, flipping through a book.
I haven't been here for several years, and everyone and everything around me is still the same as before.
Only a few wrinkles appeared in the corners of the landlady's eyes.
People will eventually grow old.
Yu Qingzhi sighed inwardly, stepped across the threshold, and sat down opposite Taoist Qingyang.
"That golden light last night must have been caused by you. Should I congratulate you on your great improvement in cultivation? You are about to break through to the third level and become the second catcher of the Immortal Division."
Taoist Qingyang filled the wine glass in front of Yu Qingzhi and said with a smile on his face.
"not me."
Yu Qingzhi picked up the wine glass, took a sip and replied.
"Don't try to fool me. I can see clearly that that golden light came from the Xiansi Yamen. Who else could it be besides you? It can't be that little liar named Rong Fei."
"Well, that's him."
"It's just gossip among old friends. It's so secretive and boring."
"What if it's me? I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well."
Seeing that Taoist Qingyang didn't believe it, Yu Qingzhi stopped explaining and asked instead.
"Oh, these are all things that the headmaster needs to worry about at that level and have nothing to do with me."
Taoist Qingyang picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then shook his head and said.
"According to legend, Dachu has three unique features: the wine that makes you drunk, the beauties that you can't get enough of, and the undefeated Euphorbia warriors. Nowadays, the grace of the Euphorbia warriors has no chance to be seen again. You can taste the wine in the taverns in the narrow alleys of Kyoto.
Seeing a beautiful woman is also a good thing."
boom!
The landlady closed the book in her hand and threw it heavily on the table.
"Haha, this kind of talk is not your Qingyang style. I'm afraid you have been reciting it for a long time."
Yu Qingzhi chuckled.
"Qingzhi still understands me. I am entrusted by others and have no choice but to do so. I hope you can forgive me."
Taoist Qingyang stretched his neck and said loudly, as if he wanted to explain it to someone specifically.
"Before leaving, Junior Sister Yu Qingzi specifically told me two things. The first one has been completed, and the second one will follow."
As he spoke, Taoist Qingyang took out a letter from his arms and placed it in front of Yu Qingzhi.
Just as Yu Qingzhi was about to reach out to take it, Taoist Qingyang raised his index finger and tapped the letter three times quickly.
The next moment, the letter turned into a ball of brilliant flames, and a woman's face faintly appeared in the flames, and a vague voice came out.
"Yu Lang...where are you going!"
The flame disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke slowly drifting away, and the fairy sound that still lingered in the ears.
"Humph, shameless."
The landlady slapped the book on the table and cursed in a low voice.
Taoist Qingyang smiled apologetically at Yu Qingzhi, stood up and cupped his hands.
"Junior Sister, we have finished what we asked you to do. Let's take our leave!"
Yu Qingzhi smiled helplessly, knowing that this would be the case, but he had to come. Otherwise, he would force that crazy woman Yu Qingzi to go down the mountain, and things would only become more troublesome.
In the tavern, the proprietress continued to pretend to read a book, while Yu Qingzhi turned his back to her and sipped the rice wine she brewed herself.
Neither of them had any intention of speaking, and it seemed that everything was in silence.
Soon after finishing the bottle of wine, Yu Qingzhi took out some silver coins from his sleeve and placed it on the corner of the table, stood up and walked out the door.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at the landlady.
It wasn't until the landlady was staring at her that she was a little flustered and turned the pages of the book several times without turning over, then Yu Qingzhi said with a smile.
"It's been a long time since I've had the wine-stuffed chicken you made. I want to bring two new friends over to try it in the next two days."
"You are not afraid that I will poison you and kill you."
The landlady simply stopped pretending to flip through the book, raised her head and glared back fiercely.
"Whether you're poisoned to death, I owe you everything."
Yu Qingzhi smiled and said, turning around and leaving regardless of whether the landlady agreed or not.
"There's a nasty guy outside the alley. I'll trade his arm for a bowl of wine-filled chicken."
"make a deal."
The eight people in the alley had returned to their respective courtyards at some point, and the courtyard doors were closed as if they had never been opened.
Yu Qingzhi walked out of the alley, looked to the left, and saw a figure slowly walking out of the night.
"I have heard for a long time that Mr. Yu of the Immortal Division is arresting an invincible hand of the third rank, and Jiange Changkong Wuji came here to ask for advice."
Changkong Wuji stepped out of the shadows, and the silver light of the early moon shone on his long and angular face. At this time, his entire body was bathed in the moonlight, and a shimmer appeared on his body, like an unsheathed sword.
generally.
"Oh, your surname is Changkong, no wonder!"
Yu Qingzhi seemed to have figured out something and suddenly realized something.
Twenty-eight years ago, Changkong Duan, the commander of Chu's imperial army, abandoned his troops and fled the city with his family. As a result, five hundred Yan troops captured Chu's capital without a single blow. Chu, which had survived for hundreds of years, became history.
Although Changkong Duan cannot be blamed entirely for the fall of Dachu, people who deserted their old masters and deserted them are indeed deeply detestable.
The landlady could only ask for one of his arms, which was considered a mercy.
"Who is yours, Changkong Duan?"
Yu Qingzhi asked after thinking about the reason clearly.
"Mr. Yu talks a lot of nonsense. Even if you have a relationship with my father, I won't show mercy. Watch the sword!"
Changkong Wuji, however, had no intention of talking nonsense. He put his hands together in front of him, drew out a strange sword technique, and pointed his finger at Yu Qingzhi.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
In the quiet night, I suddenly remembered a series of strange noises, as if something was passing quickly.
The next moment, countless tiny shadows shot out from the shadow behind Changkong Wuji, as densely packed as a swarm of locusts.
When the silver moonlight shone on these shadows, Yu Qingzhi saw that they were all leaves, petals, grass stems, wooden sticks, and even broken brooms, tiles and other items.
But at this time, all these common debris turned into life-threatening sharp blades, exploding towards Yu Qingzhi.
"The Yi Jian lineage of Jiange is very rare in recent years."
Facing the overwhelming shadows shooting from the sky, Yu Qingzhi sighed softly. Then he stretched his right arm in front of his body, opened his right hand, silver light flashed in his eyes, and his fingers suddenly bent into claw shapes.
squeak~
The countless debris that was shot seemed to be trapped in the invisible wall of air. After making a harsh and chaotic sound, they all stagnated strangely in mid-air. Some dry leaves and grass stems exploded and flew back and scattered.
The rest is still stuck on the debris hovering in mid-air. Visible to the naked eye are two spiritual energies of different colors attacking and fighting with each other.
That was the sword intent released by Yu Qingzhi using the sword intent sword technique of Jiange, competing with Changkong Wuji's sword intent for control of the miscellaneous objects.
Changkong Wuji saw that the sword he released was blocked, and the sword techniques in his hands changed rapidly again.
The God Catching Technique is good at retaliating with the opponent's way, so Yu Qingzhi resorted to the method of Yi Sword to counterattack, and Changkong Wuji was not surprised.
Because he knew that the Intention Sword recorded in the God-catching Technique was only superficial. As long as he used more advanced techniques, he could easily regain control of the Intention Sword.
"Wanjian has followed my will and returned to the clan!"
The sword tactics changed, and countless silver sword intent shot out from the fingers of the sword tactics, attaching themselves to the so-called Ten Thousand Swords hovering in the sky.
Yu Qingzhi watched Changkong Wuji's actions with cold eyes. When all the silver sword intent was attached to the debris, he suddenly made a fist with his claw-like right hand, and heard bang bang bang... like a continuous explosion of firecrackers, the so-called
All the swords and sundries exploded into pieces, turning into dust and falling in the dust.
Also exploded was the silver sword intent attached to it.
Changkong Wuji's face instantly turned red, his breathing became rapid, and his body swayed and almost fell.
"I know that you and Qingyang have the same purpose and want to test whether I can break through. Logically speaking, I shouldn't make it too difficult for you and just give you a small punishment. Unfortunately, some people have objections to the surname Changkong.
, and I owe this person too much, so I can only offend him today."
After saying that, Yu Qingzhi flicked his long sleeve, and the dust in the sky burst into pieces with silver light, which was the countless sword intent released by Changkong Wuji earlier.
"Do you know why there are so few people practicing Yi Sword in the Sword Pavilion?"
Dots of silver light gathered together amidst Yu Qingzhi's words, gradually forming the shape of a silver long sword.
"Because once you encounter a monk whose strength far exceeds yours, your sword will turn against you. Just like this!"
The silver long sword formed by the sword intention had been completely formed. Yu Qingzhi pushed forward gently with his right palm, and the long sword turned into a meteor and shot towards the horrified Changkong Wuji.
Changkong Wuji quickly used the sword technique, trying to regain control of the sword's intention, but the surface of the sword was wrapped in a layer of unfamiliar spiritual power, making it impossible for Changkong Wuji to get in touch with the sword's intention.
A bright sword light bloomed on Changkong Wuji's shoulder, and an arm flew up into the air with blood.
"Go back and recover well."
Yu Qingzhi slapped Changkong Wuji with his palm, sending him flying away without a trace.
Although the two of them are both fourth-grade monks, being invincible to those below the third-grade is not just a joke.
"I'll come to eat chicken at noon the day after tomorrow."
After shouting into the alley, Yu Qingzhi turned and left.
…
"What the hell is this?"
In the courtyard of Xuanwu Hutong, Rong Fei, who had just had dinner, sank into his consciousness and saw three golden translucent spheres floating above the head of Haechi, who was still sleeping soundly.