Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Braised chicken wings, I like to eat..."

At the foot of Longhu Mountain, Yang Ge, who looked like a savage with unkempt hair and a dirty face, squatted in front of the fire pit and used a cold moon sword to pierce a roasted pheasant that was sizzling and oily, turning it over and sprinkling salt.

Suddenly, he spread salt for a moment, raised his head and said with a smile: "Here you are? Have you eaten?"

An old man with a bright head and a disheveled look in black Taoist robes slowly walked to the fire pit and said, "No!"

Yang Ge stretched out his hand and tore off a big, oily chicken leg and handed it to him: "Here, please eat the chicken leg!"

The old man looked at the chicken legs and said confidently: "I want to eat chicken wings!"

Yang Ge casually stuffed the chicken legs into his mouth, muttered, tore off a chicken wing and handed it over: "Okay, okay, who told you to be older..."

The old man with a bright head didn't mind his greasy claws, so he took the chicken wings and gnawed on them.

An old man and a young man squatted by the fire pit, chewing chicken bones with relish.

Yang Ge: "Is it enough? Not enough to tear it apart on your own!"

"Hiccup, that's enough."

The old man burped, picked a branch and said with his teeth: "It's a bit mushy, and it hasn't tasted good yet. Please be careful next time."

Yang Ge threw away the chicken leg bones, picked the whole pheasant from the Lengyue sword, held it in his hand and gnawed it, and replied vaguely: "Okay, let's try the kiln chicken next time."

The old man looked at him enviously and sighed: "It's great to be young!"

Yang Ge glanced at him and responded: "It's difficult to live at your age, isn't it?"

The old man with a bright head said speechlessly: "You kid, can't you speak properly?"

Yang Ge: "If I didn't speak properly, I would have stabbed you long ago!"

The old man was speechless and could only say: "I have already sent someone to send you back your money exactly."

Yang Ge: "Three million?"

The old man: "Five million."

"this……"

Yang Ge put down the roasted chicken and said with some embarrassment: "You are suddenly so sensible, I am almost embarrassed to chop you..."

The old man with a bright head was very angry: "Why do I have to pinch you to death? It's not like I got your money!"

Yang Ge: "Is it too late to talk about this now?"

The old man with a bright head said: "If we don't tell you now, why don't we wait until you attack me at Longhu Mountain, or I attack your road pavilion before we talk about it? Little guy, it's better to dissolve enemies than to end them!"

Yang Ge: "That's the truth, but I've been eating wild game in these barren mountains for seven or eight days. I won't be willing to fight again!"

"Again?"

The handsome old man's beard trembled and he lost his voice: "You have to tear my old bones apart?"

To be honest, if he really wanted to fight, he would not be afraid of Yang Ge at all!

Even if Yang Ge’s hands become heavier each time...

The old man can still hold on.

It's just... He's already this old, how can he withstand the torment of a young and energetic young man like Yang Ge?

With the same injury, a young man like Yang Ge, whose energy and energy are still on the rise, might recover after sleeping with his head covered for a night.

As for the old man, he had to take drugs, apply medicine, and meditate and adjust his breath for seven or eight days before he could barely breathe a sigh of relief.

"Speak truthfully!"

Yang Ge said vaguely: "I didn't initiate this, right? You have the final say when it starts, and I have the final say when it ends, right?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then he spoke with difficulty: "After today, the grudges between you and my family will be wiped out. From now on, we will not offend each other, how about that?"

"Not at all..."

Yang Ge replied calmly.

The old man got angry and was about to say harsh words when he heard Yang Ge continue to say: "There is still something fishy about the Five Poison Sect's return to the world. I've been here for a long time. How can I stop until I figure it out?"

The bright-headed old man was stunned for a moment, his anger subsided a little, and he asked doubtfully: "What's so tricky?"

Yang Ge looked at him: "Shouldn't I ask you this? I'm living a good life in Luting, and I haven't interfered in the fights here. Why do you have to fight with me?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and then helplessly spread his hands: "To be honest, I have devoted myself to understanding the way of ascension and ascension. I have not asked about the secular affairs of the people for many years. I don't know why the little guys below are against you... …”

Yang Ge grinned: "Are you really not clear, or are you pretending not to be clear?"

The old man with a bright head said: "Little thief, do you really think I am afraid of you?"

Yang Ge: "We'll talk about it later after finishing the fight whether you're afraid or not. Let me ask you, is there any relationship between your Tianshi Mansion and Japan?"

The old man with a bright head opened his eyes and said angrily: "You little thief, even if you throw dirty water, you still have to have a basis for it, right? With a red mouth and white teeth, you want to smear the eternal reputation of the Tianshi Mansion?"

Yang Ge: "I would ask this, and of course I have my own reasons. Didn't you also say before that you have not asked about the secular affairs of the mountain for many years? How do you know that your gray grandsons have not been hooking up with Japan behind your back these years? Is it meat or vegetables? You'd better check yourself as soon as possible. If you can clean up the door as soon as possible...otherwise, once I find out, it won't be a dispute of temper!"

He looked at the slovenly old man in front of him and said seriously: "You have been hiding from the world for a long time, so you may not know me very well. You might as well ask around later. I, Yang Erlang, am a man. If you can tell me, I can definitely do it!"

Facing his threat, the old man with a bright head just smiled calmly: "Little guy, don't say harsh words in front of me. When I was stirring up trouble in China, your grandfather wasn't even born yet..."

It sounded like a curse word, but Yang Ge knew that this old guy really wasn't exaggerating.

He clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder you gray grandsons are so skilled in getting things done. It turns out it's a craft passed down from our ancestors... Zhang Xuansu, is this your name? I heard that the former Tang Dynasty died in your hands?"

The old man with a bright head chuckled and said: "You know me well, how dare you be so crazy?"

"Are you really Zhang Xuansu?"

Yang Ge looked him up and down in surprise, and then sighed with a "tsk, tsk, tsk": "It's really alive, you have tortured this bastard to death for several generations, right?"

Zhang Xuansu didn't seem to hear him swearing, and smiled without changing his expression: "Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Yang Ge snorted a "ha" sound through his nose: "Okay, let's continue the gossip. I am very concerned about whether your gray grandsons are hooking up with Japan. You'd better have some snacks, otherwise don't blame me for saying anything. No warning!"

"The second thing is, can you tell me why your Tianshi Mansion chose to come out to stir up trouble at this time? Is it because you don't like me? You think I am too popular, so you came out here to give me a message. Did I take eye drops? I’m thinking that your Tianshi Mansion and I don’t have any holidays, right?”

Zhang Xuansu responded unhurriedly: "I know this, but why should I tell you?"

Yang Ge pointed to the Lengyue sword stuck on the ground: "Is this enough? If it's not enough, I can add more!"

Zhang Xuansu was silent for a moment, then said: "Do you know why I pushed for the overthrow of Zhou and Tang Dynasty back then?"

Yang Ge nodded lightly: "I heard... it was because the emperors of the late Zhou and Tang Dynasties worshiped Buddhism and destroyed Taoism?"

Zhang Xuansu nodded slightly: "It's the same now!"

Yang Ge slowly frowned: "The current emperor has no intention of worshiping Buddhism and destroying Taoism."

Zhang Xuansu shook his head: "The secret must not be leaked."

When Yang Ge heard this, his fists became hardened. He stood up and shouted angrily: "Lao Deng, have I given you face? Why don't we fight for 300 rounds first?"

Zhang Xuansu was also furious. He stood up and held his neck and shouted with a red face: "Little thief, I see that you are young and weak so I can break up with you. Could it be that you really think that I am afraid of you?"

"Come on, come on..."

Yang Geshun picked up the Lengyue sword in his hand, and an increasingly majestic momentum poured out like mercury: "It just so happens that I have thought of something new, so I will practice with you today!"

Zhang Xuansu's beard trembled, but he still rolled up his sleeves without losing any momentum: "Come here, I really want to teach you what it means to respect the elderly today!"

The two jumped up, "bang bang bang", fighting fiercely from the treetops and rushing high into the sky.

It's just compared to the previous two swings of the swinging axis, which were full of bullfighting and overwhelming.

This time, the noise between the two of them was much smaller. There was only a ray of sword light and a ray of sword light that were constantly colliding...

The dangers are increasing!

In the distance, a spy wearing a straw hat and taking a nap on a big rock outside the building perked up when he saw the light of sword energy lighting up in the air. He hurriedly pushed his sleeping companion next to him and said, "Quickly, come on." Come on, those two are fighting again!"

…

The swords are flying across the sky, and the energy is stirring in the sea of ​​clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the lilies have passed, but they are still equally divided!

But it was enough to make Zhang Xuansu's heart tremble... I think about the first time they fought, he suppressed this junior throughout the whole fight! How long has it been? This little thief was actually able to fight with him and Lily didn't lose at all!

With such talent, he can be called a monster!

"Lao Deng, the warm-up is over!"

After another encounter, Yang Ge stood up empty and took a long breath to adjust his breath: "Let's get real!"

Zhang Xuansu waved his big sleeves, and thousands of green sword energies floated in the void, guarding him in the middle, like a single towering tree: "Didn't you say you learned something new? Take it out Let me see it!"

"If you want to say it's new, it's not that new, it's all old stuff..."

He held the Lengyue sword with one arm and stretched it out, then slowly walked around in front of him and held the sword with both hands.

But just such a simple action suddenly caused a biting cold wind to blow in the air, and even the skylight seemed to dim a little.

"Um?"

In Zhang Xuansu's perception, Yang Ge seemed to have turned into a hole like a bottomless pit, continuously absorbing the faint murderous intention escaping between heaven and earth, and turning it into a more pure and majestic murderous intention.

He asked with some uncertainty in his vigilance: "Dong?"

Yang Ge responded: "More than that... snow is falling on the world!"

He raised his sword with both arms and jumped up, slashing at Zhang Xuansu on the other side with a condescending sword!

As soon as the sword came out, thousands of sword energy poured down like an avalanche.

Before the sword energy arrived, a biting chill like the power of heaven had already enveloped Zhang Xuansu.

He tasted the coldness, and felt the confusion and despair of wearing ragged single clothes in the ice and snow. He also felt the trembling and panic of kneeling unarmed in the execution ground and waiting to be killed!

That kind of murderous intention that is obviously complicated and layered, but integrated into one, and it's hard to tell which one is more important... is simply amazing!

He held his breath and waved his hand, and thousands of sword energy suddenly turned into an interlaced sword formation, facing the frenzy of sword energy, trying to strangle and destroy it.

However, after the sword energy frenzy crashed into the sword formation, it broke through the sword formation with overwhelming force...

No!

Zhang Xuansu could clearly see that the sword energy storm had clearly frozen his sword energy and then shattered it!

Seeing the frenzy of sword energy pouring down all over his face, Zhang Xuansu had no choice but to forcefully change his moves. Then he took a long breath, shook his sword finger, and roared angrily: "The sky and the earth are endless, the thunder is shaking the demon, hey! "

As the words fell, endless thunder sword energy surged out.

"boom!"

The two majestic energies connected, and an increasingly cold breath filled the air along with the Thunder Sword Qi.

In an instant, Zhang Xuansu felt as if his thoughts were frozen by the cold air. The smooth and instinctive cooperation between the true energy and the sword energy suddenly appeared a little delayed!

"Bang..."

The frenzy of sword energy broke through the thunder sword energy and poured down fiercely.

Zhang Xuansu came to his senses and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

The frenzy of sword energy rubbed against the corners of Zhang Xuansu's clothes and fell into the mountains and forests below, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

After Zhang Xuansu stabilized his body, he looked down and saw that among the smoke and dust, dozens of feet of mountain forest had turned into a land of ice and snow covered in silver...

"Okay, okay!"

He couldn't help but high-five loudly and said: "What a person who replaces Heaven's heart with his own heart, and a person who takes advantage of the general trend as his own strength. He is amazingly talented and amazingly talented!"

Yang Ge fell ten feet away in front of him, lowered his head and looked down at the ice and snow that was slowly emerging on the ground. He shook his head regretfully and said: "After all, it is a rough creation. It has more potential but less intention."

Zhang Xuansu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He felt that Yang Ge was showing off.

But he doesn't have any evidence...

After a while, he said: "I feel that you are not done with this move, but are there any other moves?"

Yang Ge: "Yes, do you want to see it?"

Zhang Xuansu clenched his fists, and finally waved his hands and said: "No need!"

Yang Ge: "That's such a pity... After the fight, let's go down and talk."

There is indeed a back-up to this move.

It's just that he hasn't created it yet.

The two fell back to the fire pit, and Yang Ge sat down and said lazily: "I've been beaten, but now can you tell me why your gang of gray grandsons chose to jump out and cause trouble right now? Don’t try to distract me with any disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, I know the situation in the DPRK better than you!”

Zhang Xuansu had the intention to refuse, but after taking a look at the Leng Yue sword that was still clutching in his palm, he still said: "This world may be in chaos."

Yang Ge was startled, suddenly stood up, and said with an angry look on his face: "Did you say that?"

Zhang Xuansu pointed to the sky: "The stars said it!"

Yang Ge frowned and questioned: "Can you believe that thing?"

Zhang Xuansu said angrily: "You unlearned young man knows how to..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw veins popping up in Yang Ge's hand holding the knife, and immediately changed his words: "Astrology and divination are the skills of my Tianshi Mansion, how can I make mistakes? Moreover, they are almost the same. I have seen the stars with my own eyes...one hundred and eighty years ago!"

Yang Ge's brows slowly tightened and he asked one after another: "You mean, China is going to change its dynasty again?"

Zhang Xuansu looked directly into his fierce eyes and replied calmly: "You don't have to believe it, but you should be prepared, right?"

Yang Ge let out a soft "ha" and sneered: "Of course I don't believe it, and you'd better not believe it, as it will easily affect your lifespan!"

Zhang Xuansu was furious: "You bastard, how dare you, a junior, insult me!"

Yang Ge pointed the knife at him expressionlessly: "If you don't accept it? Then beat him again!"

Zhang Xuansu's face froze, and he waved his sleeve angrily: "I don't have the same experience as a junior like you!"

Yang Ge lowered the cold moon sword and said softly: "The people of the world finally have some hope of having enough to eat. Who dares to extinguish their meager hope... A hundred deaths will not be able to redeem the blame!"

Zhang Xuansu looked at him, suddenly sighed, and said seriously: "Boy, you know it's hard to go against God's will!"

"God has his will, and I have my own will!"

Yang Ge said expressionlessly: "Even if my manpower is outnumbered by the sky, I can still touch my chest and say with a clear conscience, 'I tried my best.' But it is you people who have practiced Taoism and martial arts for a lifetime. Is it possible that you have only cultivated one?" 'Submit it'? Doesn't that mean you've done something wrong?"

Zhang Xuansu shook his head helplessly, neither refuting his statement nor bothering to explain anything to him.

Yang Ge was too lazy to talk to this old stubborn man: "Okay, I'm going back to Luting. You'd better take care of your gray grandsons, stop doing bad things, and don't mess with me if nothing happens..."

He rolled up a sword and soared into the sky: "If there is another time, I won't be so easy to talk to!"

Zhang Xuansu watched him go away and said with emotion several times: "It's great to be young!"

He saw the shadow of his youth in Yang Erlang.

At that time, he was as high-spirited and full of indignation as Yang Erlang.

But now, he just wants to continue living and see forever...