Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Chapter 308: Beautiful, isn't it?

On the city wall, the leader of Beimo was stunned in place. He looked at the gradually crumbling army formation, and muttered in his mouth: "How... how..."

After several years of silence, he had already made full plans for this battle, but the current situation has fallen down, and the two long swords passing through the crowd kept cutting heads.

What the hell is this?

What other strange people, why do they have powers comparable to gods and demons, but they are not strong but have powers that transcend ordinary people.

What kind of secret is this big Chen hiding?

For a moment, the leader of Beimo became more and more frightened. Unable to accept the defeat, he vomited blood and almost passed out.

"Defeated..." he murmured, even if he learned the art of war, he couldn't fight against this old man.

The sound of the piano is over.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked in front of him.

At this moment, the soldiers had pushed the Beimo man back into the city, and now it was time to attack the city.

This battle, the outcome has been decided!

"Then let me help you again." Zhang Ming said, got up and put away the Changqin, and when he raised his hand, two flying swords flew back backwards.

However, the sword was covered with the blood of Beimo people, even so Zhang Ming still held it.

"Zheng!" With a flick of the long sword, the blood remaining on the sword fell from the sword like raindrops.

In an instant, the silver light from the sword body flashed past his eyes like a flame in the sky.

Seeing this scene, Gu Qingshan whispered in his heart: "How many people should have been killed..."

Zhang Ming doesn't know how many people there are, probably a lot. People are killed by swords, and a sword is called a sword if it is stained with blood. Otherwise, it is just a thing for viewing.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ming was silent for a while.

Raise your hand...

swing the sword...

"go."

This sword is not like a sword in the world, but like silver light and thunder flashing, it is absolutely beautiful in the world.

In a trance, only a sword energy pierced the sky.

Pass through the sky above the army formation.

Just hearing a bang, the city gate was shattered into pieces!

So far, the sword has broken the city gate for the soldiers of Liangzhou.

This ray of sword light startled everyone, and the battlefield fell silent for an instant.

Everyone looked towards the place where the sword light came from.

But he saw the swordsman in white put away his sword, leaned over and picked up the woman in silver armor who was lying on the ground.

The swordsman turned around, as if he had done nothing, and left indifferently with the woman in his arms.

"Meow."

The white cat barked, and followed the swordsman, walking slowly.

Under the yellow sand, the figure of the swordsman gradually disappeared in front of everyone.

"This sword..."

Li Qingfeng looked at the leaving figure, and sighed silently, compared with this person, he was a bit worse after all.

Gu Qingshan heard Li Qingfeng's words, and just replied: "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Li Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, even though Gu Qingshan misunderstood what he meant, he still nodded, even without the sword intent, this one is still beautiful.

At the head of the Beimo city, the Beimo soldiers froze in place.

The throat rolled, and the legs suddenly softened. After seeing such a sword, they still have the courage to fight again. They are gods, how dare they fight with gods.

On the edge of the battlefield, there was a person carrying a book on his back, holding a notebook in his hand, thinking about it and writing it down—[Tianhe 23 years, people from the rivers and lakes arrived, and the northern desert was broken...]

However, the person who wrote here stopped writing, shook his head and said, "This is not good."

There are many people in Bai Xiaosheng who do whatever they want, and what they write is also what they want to write most, or they just give up writing.

Coming to Beimo, he has seen such a magnificent scene, but now he is having a hard time deciding whether to write about the great battle or the beautiful sword that shocked him.

He frowned and hesitated for a moment, looked at the grass beside him, picked off a leaf, and said, "If your pulse is double, then write about the war here."

After counting and counting, the vein is an odd number.

He paused and took up a pen to write.

——Tianhe 23 years.Mr. Limao went to Liangzhou, beheaded hundreds of thousands of Beimo soldiers with his sword, and left a sword behind when he left, which was still beautiful.

"That's it, don't worry about it."

This Bai Xiaosheng put away his pen and left here. In his opinion, there is nothing more to record.

…………

in the military tent.

Zhang Ming took out a towel and helped Su Tan wipe off the blood on his face.

Looking at this slightly thin face, Zhang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and threw away the weird thoughts in his mind.

Xiaoqi used it as a pillow today, and fell asleep after coming back, and stayed with Su Tan by the bedside.

When Zhang Ming got out of the army tent, he breathed a sigh of relief and went up to the top of the wall after a pause.

Thinking that the army would not return to the city too early for the time being, he was just here to take a look.

Standing on the top of the city, he looked down, this Liangzhou was very windy and sandy, the bloodstains on the ground a few days ago had been covered by the windy sand, covering up that fight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two figures.

Zhang Ming looked sideways, but saw a person with scars on his face, a rusty knife hanging on his waist, holding a wine bag in his hand, and there was another person accompanying him.

Zhang Ming walked over.

But when Hu Yan raised his head, he was taken aback when he saw Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming didn't expect to meet nonsense here.

"You know him?" Gu Yan looked at Hu Yan and asked.

Hu Yan nodded, but the first thing he said to Zhang Ming was: "Is there any wine?"

Zhang Ming nodded and replied, "Yes, bring the money."

"Liquor seller?" Gu Yang was puzzled.

Hu Yan reached out and took the money bag from Gu Xie's waist, and threw out two pieces of silver. Zhang Ming reached out and took it, about ten taels.

"??" Gu Yan looked at Hu Yan in confusion, if he guessed correctly, the money just now was taken out of his purse.

Zhang Ming looked at Hu Yan and asked, "What kind of wine do you want?"

"You want whatever is in your gourd," Hu Yan said.

Zhang Ming nodded. Seeing Hu Yan's injury, he pondered for a moment, took out the wine gourd, shook it and threw it to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan took the gourd, took a sip, and only sighed, "Good!"

Gu Yan paused for a moment, looked at Zhang Ming and then at Hu Yan, touched his chin, and said, "The wine that you can praise must be good."

After all, he snatched the gourd from Hu Yan's hand and took a mouthful. After tasting it, he couldn't stop.

Gu Xi was stunned for a moment, took another sip, and said, "Good wine!"

"It's just." But there was something dissatisfied, Gu Yan raised his head and said, "It's too soft."

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Don't drink strong alcohol if you are injured."

Hu Yan paused, grabbed the wine gourd, drank it and asked, "How is Jian'an now?"

"It's all good, why don't you go back and see for yourself?"

But Hu Yan didn't answer, he stared at the front and didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that his heart is resisting. He will miss the place he has kept for 16 years, but he doesn't want to go back. The more he sees the place with too many memories, the more uncomfortable he feels.

Zhang Ming glanced at him sideways and asked, "Aren't you planning to go back? The position of Azure Dragon Envoy is still vacant."

Hu Yan took a sip of wine, looked at Zhang Ming, and answered.

"No."

Chapter 309: The second master should die decently

There have been many disputes at the border for many years, especially at the border of the yellow sand desert, where bandits have been rampant for many years, and even the people of the northern desert have been eyeing them. This time the northern desert invaded, the surrounding towns and villages were all slaughtered.

Someone came to this frontier, he paused for a moment, then raised his head, the face under the bamboo hat was revealed, a little handsome, but it also gave people a feeling that strangers should not enter.

In front of him lay the debris and burnt walls of what was once a small town on the outskirts.

The wind and sand aroused, blowing the hair of the bamboo hat swordsman leaning on the side.

The breeze is only slightly cool, but it is accompanied by yellow sand.

The bamboo hat swordsman stopped for a long time, finally put down the bamboo hat on his head, and walked forward.

Here, except for the remnant marks, there is nothing left, and there is no need for him to leave any more.

The Beimo people slaughtered and slaughtered every city they captured. They didn't let go of the city or the small towns outside. They burned, killed and looted, just like bandits, without any humanity.

"Howl!"

But I saw an eagle hovering down, and the swordsman in bamboo hat raised his head.

The bamboo hat swordsman stretched out his hand, and saw the eagle landed on the bamboo hat swordsman's arm, and a small bamboo tube was pinned to the goshawk's feet.

The swordsman took out the letter from the bamboo tube, glanced at it, and said two words: "Great victory..."

The letter said that the battle in Liangzhou had been reversed and a great victory was achieved, and the following content was to call him back to the sect. This time, he insisted on coming out despite his master's objection, so it was inevitable to call him back.

The swordsman patted Goshawk's head and said, "Go back."

"Howl!"

The goshawk seemed to understand the words of the swordsman, flew away with both arms open, hovered in the sky in the blink of an eye, and then went away.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat held the letter in his palm, used his internal energy, and when he opened his hand again, the letter had already turned into a puddle of powder, which disappeared when the wind blew.

The bamboo hat swordsman continued to walk forward, as if he didn't care about the content of the letter at all.

……

The border area is not peaceful, and there is a small village a little far from this border area.

Some lucky survivors from a distant village fled here and informed about Beimo's invasion of the city. After that, the people here left the village one after another and went to a safe place.

But there are also people... who didn't leave.

This is the place where they have lived for generations. Wherever the ancestral hall is, there are people.

In front of the ancestral hall, there was a child sitting on the steps, holding a branch to support his chin.

In that ancestral hall, there was an old man who was thin, dressed in rags, with gray beard and hair, holding three sticks of incense, worshiping the ancestral hall.

The child threw down the branch, turned around and asked, "Second Lord, everyone in the village has left, why don't you leave?"

The old man in the ancestral hall put the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner, turned around and walked to the side of the child, and asked, "Silly Mantou, they are all gone, why don't you go?"

Mantou looked at the old man and said, "Mantou will go wherever the second master goes."

The old man who was called the second master by the child sighed, and he stretched out his hand to stroke the child's head.

This is just a small village. There was a war in the border area, and this place is farther away. Therefore, this small village has survived here for nearly a hundred years and escaped many disasters.

The older generation of ancestors migrated here in order to expand the territory.

The old man grew up here since he was a child. He looked at Mantou and said, "Silly Mantou, what do you think you are doing with me, and I don't have any Mantou for you to eat."