The man who had just finished a cup of wine wiped his mouth and laughed. Just as he was about to pour more wine to drink, he lifted the jug and found that there was not a single drop left. Just as the man was about to ask the shopkeeper for new wine, the child's father stretched out a finger and gently patted the neck of the unopened wine jug on his table. The wine jug leisurely spun around and landed right in front of the man. This method of delivering wine was not mysterious, but this unknown swordsman's ingenuity lay in his control of strength. After the wine jug touched the table, it was as if it had taken root and did not move at all. This level of proficiency was definitely at the second level of the Master Realm. The man did not hold back. After nodding his head, he poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it all. He said, "Young hero, I, Wang Bopo, am not someone who speaks without thinking. I will only say what I know. Let's not talk about whether the King of Beiliang's realm fell or rose. I only know that after the battle between him and Wang Xianzhi, the current head of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb came out of the mountain and went to the border of Youzhou with his sword. He used his fourteenth sword, but he still could not stop the young King of Beiliang. Now, another senior swordsman who has never appeared in Jianghu has gone to Liangzhou. I guess, there will be another great battle."
The child waved his hand, "I am not a young hero, at least not now. My father said that I must wait until I am 20 years old before I can roam Jianghu alone. My mother has given me more than ten famous nicknames. Unfortunately, they are like the money I get every year. I can only save them. Sigh, why is it so hard to grow up? "
All the men and women in the tavern burst into laughter. They were amused by the child's naivety. The woman knocked on her son's head. The swordsman's eyes were gentle and filled with love and pride. This was the feeling that every father would have when looking at their child.
The child continued, "I really admire the King of Beiliang. One day, I will become his disciple and learn from him!"
The man couldn't help but tease, "Then you'll have to see if that 'old man' will accept you as his disciple."
The child was stunned for a moment. He patted his chest and said, "Dad said that I have extraordinary talent. I'm a martial arts prodigy that's hard to come by in a hundred years. Even if I was born sixty years earlier, I could still spar with Daoist Master Qi of Mount Longhu next door! If the King of Beiliang doesn't accept me as his disciple, then it's really … really … Mother, what's that phrase again? "
The woman said softly, "Casting pearls before swine."
The hall was filled with laughter again. The child's father had a helpless look on his face.
Inside the tavern, the man and the child were fighting and fooling around. It was a happy and harmonious atmosphere. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tavern. Soon, someone ran in and shouted, "Little Ancestor Qi Xianxia, who left the Taoist Master's residence to travel Jianghu for many years, also got off the ferry and climbed up the mountain!"
Not only this tavern, but most of the people from the nearby tea stalls also ran out. When the child heard the name Qi Xianxia, he just curled his lips. He probably didn't want to move because he didn't think highly of him. He lay on the table and watched his father drink. When there was no one else in the tavern, he whispered in a tone that people from the Central Plains couldn't understand, "Dad, does the King of Beiliang disdain to participate in this kind of Martial Arts Competition?"
If Hsu Fengnian, who had gone through Beimang, was here, he would definitely be able to tell that this was an authentic Norland dialect.
The middle-aged swordsman smiled and said, "He's busy dealing with our million-strong army and has no time to pay attention to this. Otherwise, I think he would come. That person, I think he's looking forward to Jianghu. "
The child stretched out a hand and sighed, "So many top masters have left Liyang, but we're much luckier. Among the five major sects, only the Fifth Raccoon of Bubing Mountain died. The Big and Small Thoughts of Princess Tomb are still there. The Chess and Sword Music School, Hong Jingyan, Sword Qi Jin, and the Bronze Men are all still there. None of them died."
Speaking of this, the child smiled and said, "Dad, you're different from them. You're a sect all by yourself, and you're ranked higher than the Chess and Sword Music School. If Mom wasn't from Liyang, you could challenge the King of Beiliang and lose to him. As for me, I can take this opportunity to get to know him."
The man looked at his wife and said in a pure Liaodong dialect, "My dear wife, look at this. Our daughter hasn't grown up yet, but she's already helping an outsider. What will happen in the future? "
The man's originally warm smile suddenly bloomed with a monstrous aura. The ancient sword that was originally full of Sword Qi suddenly restrained its sharpness. The woman laughed softly and asked, "Who's here? Who's worthy of your treatment? It can't be your arch-enemy Tuoba or that new white-clothed devil, right? "
The man looked at her and his majestic aura slowly relaxed. He said with a bit of bitterness, "Unfortunately, they're all here."
The woman said lightly, "You've said long ago that you're leaving Beimang. We can't just tie you up and bring you back, can we?"
The man with an inconspicuous appearance pinched his chin and said, "Back then, Her Majesty was …"
The woman glared and pinched him. "What do you mean back then?! Didn't she just want to acknowledge you as her son-in-law? What, are you regretting marrying an old hag like me who'll drag you down? Then you should go back! "
The man smiled but didn't say anything. At this time, anything he said would be wrong. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. It was better to keep silent and meditate.
The infatuated men in the world, regardless of their status, mostly believed that liking a woman was wrong and hoped that they would never change their mistakes.
The child asked, "Dad, you're not a swordsman. Why do you always like to carry a sword? You always didn't tell me the reason before. Can you tell me? If Mom blames you, I'll teach her a lesson for you. In any case, you're the third son and I'm the eldest. There's always something to subdue someone else. "
The man carefully glanced at his wife. Seeing that she didn't move, he laughed softly and said, "Your mother, when she was young, she only admired that green-clothed sword-wielding knight-errant. Dad has a lot of skills, but your mother doesn't like them. Later, I can only carry a sword to pretend. Wife, how many years have I carried a sword? "
The woman reached out and held her husband's big hand. She said gently, "How many years have you carried a sword depends on how old the child is."
The man couldn't help but sigh. "That's right."
Outside the wine shop, a short middle-aged man with long arms like an ape glanced at the wine shop. He hesitated for a moment and continued to climb the mountain. He was inconspicuous in the crowd.
He, whose surname was Tuoba, chose Mount Hui for the first time in his life to enter the Liyang Dynasty because Wang Xianzhi didn't wait for him and Hsu Fengnian was already waiting for him at the border of Liang Mang. Then, the snow plateau where heroes gathered became his first choice.
After this person climbed the mountain, three new guests came to the wine shop. One was in white, one was in red, and there was a burly man with a bag on his back.
They sat across the table from the family of three.
The man who didn't practice the sword but carried a sword with an even more shocking sword aura smiled. He didn't look at the handsome man in white. Instead, he looked at the man with the bag on his back and asked, "Deng Mao, the loser of the loser. Why? Do you want to bully me because you have helpers?"
Deng Mao said with a cold face, "Don't you also have three people?"
The man was stunned by this very cold joke. "You're as shameless as you used to be."
Then he ignored Deng Mao who had a broken spear in his bag and turned to look at the woman in white and the woman in red. "Luo Yang, you destroyed that divine weapon in the Icy Plains of the Extreme North and ruined the battle between Tuoba and Wang Xianzhi. Why didn't he cause you any trouble when he brushed past you?"
The master of Zhulu Mountain in white looked indifferent. She poured herself a cup of wine and didn't say anything.
The child suddenly broke the silence and said with a smile, "You're Luo Yang, right? Among the men in the world, I only admire the King of Beiliang, my future master. Among the women, I only admire you. Why aren't you two together? I can call you master and mistress together in the future! "
Luo Yang laughed and raised her head to drink the wine in the cup.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
