Volume Four, Year of the Curtain, Chapter 198, The Man Drinking
There was a rustling sound on the mountain road.
The female professor walked up to Senior Brother and Yu Liang, put down the broom in her hand, reached out and patted the dust on her green coat, the wrinkles on her face were full of indifference, and said: "You are all like this, so naturally I will go.
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She had not cared about world affairs for many years. When the whole world was fighting against the Tang Dynasty, she could only watch silently due to her background. However, today that man came to Chang'an City, and even she could no longer sit in the teaching building.
At this moment, Jun Mo walked out of the mountain fog again and said, "There is no need to argue anymore. Senior brother and junior sister are still injured, and you are old, so naturally I should go."
The female professor said: "This is so rude."
At this time, the four people present were the four strongest people in the academy. When that person arrived in Chang'an City, they were naturally the ones to receive him in the academy. However, they all knew that it would be difficult to predict what would happen after he left, so they started fighting.
Jun Mo remained silent.
The female professor stared into his eyes and said, "Even when you are in your prime, you are no match for him."
"My sword never seeks perfection."
Jun Mo said: "So there are many people who are stronger than me, but they still lose to me in the end. Even Liu Bai didn't take advantage of me."
When Liu Bai was mentioned, the female professor stopped talking and the wrinkles on her face gradually deepened.
"Come out." Jun Mo said.
With these words, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi walked out of the clouds and mist. They walked out of the Cloud Gate Formation alone for the first time. They were a little excited, but they were a little bit cold from the pool of water. Their faces were green and white, and they looked extremely embarrassed.
Jun Mo looked at the senior brother and Yu Lian in the wheelchair and said, "There is no need to argue anymore. I want to take them back to Chang'an City, so it is a convenient way to meet that person. I have a reason, so I go."
Yu Lian said: "Why did you take them back to Chang'an?"
Jun Mo thought for a moment and said, "Home visit?"
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The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing because Jun Mo never spoke.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi secretly exchanged glances and vaguely guessed that something big had happened in Chang'an City. They became nervous and dared not talk. They closed their mouths tightly and looked at the scenery outside the window.
There were only dots of green in the trees beside the road. They swept back at high speed outside the window. The two teenagers looked along these neat trees into the distance and saw the city wall of Chang'an City.
It's noon, and the south gate of Chang'an City should usually be very busy. The soldiers from the city patrol department should be carefully checking the people coming in and out. The people queuing up will probably keep complaining about the speed of entering the city. There are also vendors selling herbal tea and eggs.
I kept drinking, but it was unusually quiet today.
During the daytime, the two city gates, as thick as mountains, were tightly closed. There were no pedestrians, no vendors, no soldiers from the patrol department, no one in front of the city gates.
There is only one carriage.
This carriage looked very ordinary. The carriage was covered with mud and dust and had no luster at all. Occasionally, a slightly cold spring breeze blew through, blowing away some of the dust on the carriage, revealing the dark color inside, which seemed to be...
It looks like it is made of steel, and you can still vaguely see a few rounded lines.
The black carriage has no horses, only a single carriage. The place where the wheels contact the ground is deeply sunk. Fine gravel can be seen on both sides. Looking to the back, you can see the hard stone pavement of the official road.
It was crushed and left two extremely deep marks, which were dragged very far away, with no end in sight.
How heavy was this carriage? It damaged the road like this?
What attracts more attention than the carriage is the man standing next to the carriage - since there is no horse, could it be that he pulled such a heavy carriage such a long distance with his bare hands?
The man was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, with ordinary eyebrows and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. However, his skin was extremely delicate and his hair was a little gray. If you look closely, you will find that those black hair reveal a youthfulness that is hard to tell.
How old he is, I can't tell whether he is old or young.
A wine bottle was tied around the man's waist, swaying gently in the spring breeze.
He seemed to be waiting for someone, and when he got a little bored, he picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
His expression when drinking was extremely heroic, like a whale sucking sea water. He didn't put it down for a long time, but the wine bottle never reached the bottom, and there was always wine pouring out.
Between the city walls, countless crossbows were aimed at the drinking man, but no one dared to shoot.
Because the man didn't care at all that he was being targeted by a powerful city-defending crossbow. He was drinking wine by himself, lonely in the spring breeze, as if he was not in this world at all.
The man put down the wine bottle, wiped his mouth, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
His slightly squinted eyes were full of intoxication, because he had nothing to indulge in in his life except wine. However, if you look into the deepest part, you can see that his eyes are so cold and vicissitudes, because he has been in the long journey.
I have seen through everything in my life, and I am tired of this world, so I am ruthless.
The sound of hoofbeats gradually slowed down, and another carriage arrived in front of the city gate.
Zhang Nianzu squeezed in next to Li Guangdi. The two teenagers looked at the man through the window, their bodies trembling uncontrollably and their faces extremely pale, because they seemed to have seen the Tsing Yi Taoist on the street that day.
Jun Mo lifted the front curtain of the carriage and got out of the car.
He walked up to the man and stopped slowly.
The spring breeze blew the empty sleeve under his right arm, his posture gentle but his breath cold.
The iron sword was in the sheath at his waist and had not been drawn out.
Jun Mo looked at the man beside the black car, his eyes fell on the wine bottle on his waist. After a long silence, he bowed his head in greeting and said, "I've seen you, senior."
The man was somewhat satisfied and said, "No need to be polite."
These four simple words made the South City Gate tremble a little.
Because this man's voice is very old, extremely old. When the air passes through his vocal cords, it seems like bronzes covered with dust are rubbing against each other. Even if the dust and dirt are rubbed away, there will be rust firmly attached to the bronzes.
The friction was making everyone's souls throb.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi did not get out of the car. After listening to this voice, their faces became even paler, and their bodies suddenly became as cold as ice, as if they suddenly went from being young to old age and dying.
Countless groans of pain were emitted from the city wall. The Tang soldiers who aimed their crossbows at the man were all shocked by the sound. Even the moss-covered blue bricks of the city wall showed signs of being loosened. The city wall had endured for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are still too young before this old voice.
Jun Mo raised his head, his expression still calm, and there was no longer any respect in his eyes.
He said: "Leave or die."
The spring breeze picked up again, and the wine bottle swayed on the man's waist again. He was a little surprised, and then he replied indifferently, looked at Jun Mo and said, "I heard that you are the most polite person."
"I have already seen the courtesy from my seniors, so naturally I don't need any more courtesy."
Jun Mo looked at the man and said: "Those who salute should be respectful in order. I salute you because you have a higher seniority. The teacher once asked you, but I followed the order, not to respect you as a person."
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The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently: "Why am I not worthy of respect?"
Jun Mo said: "Because you are a coward."
Following these words, the vitality of heaven and earth in front of the South City Gate suddenly changed drastically.
The spring breeze turned into a biting cold wind.
Jun Mo's empty sleeves were swaying in the spring breeze, as if they had been washed too many times and suddenly became stiff. The soft lines on the sleeves turned into extremely sharp lines.
His right arm is broken, but he still has a sleeve.
He did not draw his sword, but his sleeves were still full of sword intent.
In the suddenly cold spring wind, there were countless sharp sword intentions.
In the carriage, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi's faces became even paler because they discovered that there seemed to be many sharp and subtle lines in the air, and every breath was so painful.
Countless sword marks appeared in front of the man.
On the wine bottle at his waist, countless crisp sounds suddenly sounded, and then gradually subsided.
He looked at Jun Mo and said, "His vision for accepting disciples is indeed much better than ours."
Jun Mo said: "Teacher, I am much better than you two in everything."
After saying this, he stretched his left hand to his waist, held the middle part of the scabbard, and held the sword horizontally in front of him. The iron sword was still level with his eyebrows. It seemed that he was respectful, but in fact he was as cold as ice.
Jun Mo held the junior ceremony, held his sword horizontally in front of him, and looked solemn.
The iron sword is straight and wide, acting as an indestructible wall in the wind.
The shadows of the iron sword and sleeves fell on the ground, revealing a dignified and stretching green mountain.
"Guarding Qingxia for seven days, I defeated Ye Su first, and then suffered a common injury with Liu Bai. It is indeed extraordinary."
When the man saw Jun Mo Hengjian, his expression became more serious.
But it was still just a little bit. He waved his sleeves gracefully, and the spring breeze came in response to the call, lingering around him. His breath suddenly increased, and he broke through five realms in an instant, and he didn't know which mountain peak he had reached.
If he is not in the city, the city wall cannot stop him. If he is not in the green mountains, the green mountains cannot see him. He does not want to fight, even if he is as strong as Jun Mo, he cannot fight. What kind of state is this?
"Teacher said that when it comes to this level, even the Buddha is not as good as you." Jun Mo's eyes fell on the man through the edge of the sword and said: "If you don't want to fight, what's the point of coming here?"
The man looked at him and said, "I came to Chang'an to return something to the academy for someone else."
Jun Mo asked: "What is it?"
The man said: "This is the carriage."
Jun Mo said: "I have arrived, you can leave."
The man asked: "Is this car yours?"
Jun Mo said: "No."
The man said: "If that's the case, then I'm not looking for you."
Jun Mo said: "Since it is my junior brother's car, I can naturally make the decision."
The man shook his head slowly, took a drink from the wine bottle from his waist, looked back at the mottled old city wall, and said, "No, because you can't be the master of this city."
Jun Mo looked at him and stopped talking.
He only had one hand holding the scabbard, and could no longer hold the hilt.
The iron sword will be pulled out of the sheath on its own, and with a slight friction sound, it will reveal its edge.
At this moment, there was a friction sound at the city gate, and then it slowly opened.
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