Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Li Qingfeng bowed his hands and said goodbye.

Zhang Ming's figure drifted up like a cloud, leaving only a back.

Li Qingfeng looked at the back and couldn't recover for a long time.

Chapter 266: Thinking of you

Seeing Zhang Ming go ashore, Xiaoqi jumped out of Monk Nian'an's arms.

Zhang Ming caught Xiao Qi, this guy was so heavy that it was hard to hug, he was much heavier than before.

Zhang Ming curled his lips and said, "Why do you eat so fat? I didn't feed you anything."

"Meow." Xiaoqi didn't bother to talk to Zhang Ming, and fell asleep again in Zhang Ming's arms.

Zhang Ming sighed helplessly, looked up at Nian An and said, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, Monk Nian'an and Zhang Ming walked back to the carriage.

The carriage rolled up dust, and the dust traveled all the way.

The monk sitting in front of the carriage was wearing a cassock, and he only knew how to chant sutras without looking at the road. It was strange to say that the horse did not miss the road.

Zhang Ming hugged Xiao Qi and sat in the carriage. He wanted to rest, but it was too bumpy, so he could only tease Xiao Qi, or look at the scene of the road.

Xiaoqi was annoyed by Zhang Ming and fell asleep again.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to lift the curtain, watching the flashing scene outside, his thoughts fluttered.

Zhang Ming was a little uncertain whether what he did was right or wrong.

If we talk about it, he and Li Qingfeng can be regarded as a tie, and Zhang Ming can be regarded as winning, but it is absolutely impossible for him to lose.

I have no sword intent.

But the way of the sword, sword intent is not the most important thing.

He also just wanted to tell Li Qingfeng a simple truth: there are heaven and man outside the sky and there are people outside the sky.

A swordsman can be proud, but he cannot be arrogant.

As Li Qingfeng himself said, the sword of grandeur is inherited from the nine heavens, and it establishes people, lives and hearts.

Be determined!

But Li Qingfeng's character is not enough.

There are countless people who have lived a glorious life, and there is no shortage of him, Li Qingfeng, but how many people can live a lifetime of glory.

Nian An opened his eyes, turned to look at Zhang Ming and asked, "What is the shopkeeper thinking?"

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and joked, "I'm thinking of you."

"It's an honor." Nian An smiled.

"..." Zhang Ming babbled and said, "When did you learn to be shameless?"

Monk Nian'an just smiled lightly, and didn't bother with this problem. He turned his head and looked forward, pulled the rein, and said, "Actually, there's no need to worry about the shopkeeper. Li Qingfeng has a righteous heart and is a great disciple of the Haoran sect. With his understanding, If you can't understand the intention of the shopkeeper, you can't enter the realm of the half-step sword fairy."

"You know again." Zhang Ming pouted.

Monk Nian'an said with a smile, "It's just that the authorities are delusional."

Zhang Ming thought about it for the same reason, what Monk Nian An said was really good, so he didn't bother anymore.

.........

Li Qingfeng got ashore, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed: "Unfortunately..."

But it's only been a few days, how could he lose his sword intent?

If a swordsman has no sword intent, is he still called a swordsman?

But what Li Qingfeng didn't understand was that even if Zhang Ming lost his sword intent, Li Qingfeng almost lost.

I thought that if I stepped into the half-step sword fairy, no one below me would be able to compare with me.

From this point of view, he was wrong.

Li Qingfeng can call himself a swordsman genius, but he is not the only genius in this world.

He raised the Haoran sword in his hand and looked at it again and again, just shook his head and sighed, and finally put the sword into the scabbard.

Yet at this moment.

It was as if something had hit him in the jaws of a tiger.

Li Qingfeng froze for a moment, then raised his hand to take a look.

At the tiger's mouth, there was a slight water stain.

"What just fell was water?" Li Qingfeng asked in confusion.

He took off his blue shirt.

When the green shirt was turned over, Li Qingfeng froze in place.

When he came back to his senses, he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha……"

This laugh is a self-deprecating laugh.

He laughed at himself for being conceited and arrogant, and he always felt that he was the best in the world if he became a half-step sword fairy.

Looking at it now, he, Li Qingfeng, was the most ridiculous person.

Li Qingfeng looked at the back of the clothes, shook his head and smiled wryly, "Half-step Sword Immortal..."

"What a fart." Li Qingfeng shook his head.

He casually threw the green shirt in his hand to the shore.

It was vaguely visible, the large water stains on the back of the green shirt.

He was defeated, completely defeated.

Not only was the sword defeated, but even his own heart was defeated.

After walking a few steps, Li Qingfeng stopped, looked down at his heart, and suddenly there was a broken sound in his ear.

"Crack." It was his sword heart that was broken.

At that moment, he stepped into the realm of the sword fairy with half a foot, and took back that half step.

In his opinion, lack of character, even entering the realm of the sword fairy is nothing.

Might as well not!

Holding the sword is for the awe-inspiring heart, not the so-called sword fairyland.

Li Qingfeng raised his head and looked towards the sky, his eyes were burning and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

.........

Days and 23 years.

The contemporary grand disciple of the Haoran Sect, Li Qingfeng, a half-step sword celestial, broke his sword heart on the bank of the river, cutting into the realm of a half-step sword celestial.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, and left indifferently.

.........

The official road is full of dead leaves.

The wheels of the wagon rolled over the fallen leaves, kicking up dust.

In front of the carriage sat a monk in cassock, sitting cross-legged, driving the horse. In the carriage, a young man in white was holding a white cat, which was taking a nap, very quiet.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes and heard a commotion outside, probably entering the city.

"Monk."

Monk Nian'an, who was driving the horse, turned his head.

"Where are you?" Zhang Ming poked his head out.

Nian An replied, "Jiangling."

"Looking for an inn?" Zhang Ming asked.

"No, let's go to Su Mansion." Nian An said.

After the incident in Chang'an, Old Man Huang and Yan Shuxian returned to Jian'an first. Zhang Ming wanted to wait for Gongsun Yu and the others, but met Monk Nian'an who came out from Dachen Palace. Monk Nian'an invited Zhang Ming to go with him. Zhang Ming thought about it, Then he agreed.

Zhang Ming also heard about what happened in Qingping Hall from Monk Nian'an.

The carriage stopped in front of the Su residence.

Zhang Ming looked up at the plaque of the Su Mansion, and asked, "The Su family has fallen, is there no one to take care of this house?"

Nian An didn't answer, but pushed the door open and entered.

Zhang Ming followed Xiao Qi in his arms, and the Su Mansion was still the same as it was when he left.

Zhang Ming followed Monk Nian An, but saw Nian An walking towards the Su Family Ancestral Hall.

"Meow." Xiaoqi in his arms woke up, his eyes were hazy, and he looked around, feeling familiar.

Nian An stood in front of the spirit cards of the ancestors of the Su family.

He raised his head and looked at the highest spirit tablet, which was engraved with the words 'Su Haonan'.

"This is the one you mentioned." Zhang Ming said.

"Yes." Monk Nian'an nodded.

Su Haonan, the Great Chen Huguo General a hundred years ago.

The skill of controlling swords has reached the pinnacle, one person can control 47 flying swords, carry the Five Mountains sword box on his back, guard the border, and no one dares to offend Da Chen.

Monk Nian'an took three sticks of incense from the side and lit them.

Three bows, inserting the incense stick in your hand into the incense burner.

Zhang Ming noticed, however, that there was an empty spirit card in the bottom row.

There is no name on it, but it stands here.

"Whose spirit card is that? Why doesn't it have a name?" Zhang Ming asked.

Monk Nian'an glanced at it, and suddenly became silent.

Zhang Ming was a little puzzled, wondering what this monk Nian'an was thinking.

Nian An stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and began to draw on the blank spirit card.

When Monk Nian'an walked away, Zhang Ming saw whose name Nian'an wrote down.

Zhang Ming never thought that this person was actually connected with the Su family.

"Su Kuang?" Zhang Ming asked in shock.

Monk Nian'an wrote on the spirit tablet the word 'Su Kuang'.

"Which Su Kuang is it?" Zhang Ming was stunned for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

"It's what you think." Monk Nian'an said calmly.

Zhang Ming looked at Monk Nian'an, unable to recover for a long time.

Chapter 267: Watch it again with me

Everyone in the Jianghu thought that Su Kuang was unaccompanied, but who would have thought that Su Kuang, who was guarding Jian'an and galloping in the North Desert, was actually a member of the Su family in Jiangling.

Monk Nian'an stood in front of the ancestral hall and burned three sticks of incense.

Zhang Ming watched quietly, without expressing the doubts in his heart, since Nian An wanted to protect the Su family, why did he want to kill Su Kuang?

There must be a reason.