Sword of Coming Chapter 521

Yan Jingcheng is not very suitable.

Wang Ding's old predecessor, the first martial scholar since the Wuling State, claimed to be able to fight the great masters of the Wuling National Rivers and Lakes in one hand, and the audience was well-known, whether it was Jianghu Wufu or Shilin literati. Or the **** and pawn, all said that Wang Bing's predecessors were a gentle and elegant old-fashioned old-fashioned man. The chess and paintings were all-or-nothing, except that they had already become more immersed in their own affairs, and they were more worried about the country and the people. They once had a green shirt on the border. When the husband was off, he intercepted an enemy-riding army that was attacked by the south, and won enough time for the Wuling State Army to arrange troops.

Chen Pingan took the lead and Sui Jingcheng also sat down.

Wang blunt got up again and went to the counter and smashed three pots of wine, one person and one pot, and said with pride: "I treat you."

Wang blunt when he put the jug in front of Jing Jingcheng, he whispered: "The old servant is the niece of the new rain, is it? It looks so good, the four beautiful people are the same, each has its own merits, there is no high score, give us the Wuling country women Face, the old style of the rivers and lakes than my bottom, it is worthwhile to accept the plaque of an emperor's old man, but I have to say a fair word, the sword fairy you are looking for, whether it is Master or husband, is stingy. Some, just scoring you a bowl of wine."

Yan Jingcheng glanced at Chen Pingan across the table. He just peeled himself off the mud and poured it into the white bowl. He Jingcheng smiled at the old man who claimed to cover a dough: "Wang Lao Zhuang..."

Wang blunt was not very happy when he heard it. He waved: "I am not old or old, and my old heart is not old. I will call my Wang Zhuangzhu, and I will call my name, and I will call you Wang Duo."

Yan Jingcheng nodded. "Wang Zhuangzhu, now the Qing dynasty swordsman Xiao Shu night is dead."

Wang sighed and heard the meaning of the "Yu Jia Yu Ren". He lifted the wine bowl and sipped his mouth. "But I am not at the bottom? The Da Yu dynasty casually picks up an old guy. I am tall."

Yan Jingcheng felt that he had nothing to say.

Wang blunt smiled and turned to look at the young man in the green shirt. He was a Chen Xianjian who had a lot of deeds in several reports. The earliest record should be a trip to Chunlu. On the ferry, the Feijian was not used. It was only a boxing pair of punches. Then a Liao surnamed Wufu, who was from the Grand View Dynasty, was beaten by the ferry. Later, Jinwugong Jianxian Liuqing Qing Yujian passed, saying yes A sword opened the Jinwu Palace to protect the mountain Thundercloud, and then the two fellow people who should have been murdered and killed, even in the spring dew Yuying Cliff Qing Qing together with tea, rumors have become friends, and now in the territory of the Five Kingdoms Take off the head of Xiao Shuy night.

Wang blunt asked: "This foreigner Jian Xian, will not be because I said that you are not generous, you must hack me with a sword?"

Chen Pingan smiled helplessly: "Of course not."

Wang blunt raised the wine bowl, and Chen Ping lifted it up and gently touched it. Wang blunk drank the wine and whispered, "How old is it?"

Chen Pingan said: "About three hundred years old."

Wang bludge put down the wine bowl and touched his heart. "This is a bit better, or I always feel that I have lived on a dog."

Yan Jingcheng smiled slightly.

Although it is not the same as the one who is impressed by the old Wang, the gossip can't be played a little bit, but it seems that it is better to sit on a table with such an old owner.

Wang bluntly whispered a low voice and asked: "When it is just a boxing fist, will the name of the shogunate Liao fall to the ferry?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Some big, very dangerous."

Wang Biaoxiao asked: "That's the trick to learn from each other? The one that comes to the end. Rest assured, it's purely that I drank some wine, I saw the real world high, some itchy."

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Wang Bian said: "White drinking two pots of wine, this little thing is not willing?"

Wang Bian sees that the person has no sign of changing his mind. "Is it for you?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment and nodded: "According to Wang's predecessors, he punches his fists and stops."

Wang blunt stood up and looked around. He seemed to pick a wine table next to him, and pressed it gently. The four legs were turned into powder, but they were silent, and the table fell gently to the ground.

Chen Pingan said: "If you think that the two jumped on the table and discussed it, it was in the eyes of others, and it was like a play, then we would not move the table."

Wang bluntly stunned. "I really want to do this. Isn't this afraid that you are a swordsman?"

The two went to the table almost simultaneously.

Yan Jingcheng wanted to get up and walk out of the wine cellar. Chen Pingan reached out and told her not to get up.

After Wang Bing stood still, Bao Quan said: "The Wuling Kingdom sprinkled the king of the mountain, the boxing method was small, and it was hoped to enlighten me."

Chen Pingan held a fist and returned a gift, but did not speak, stretched out his hand and spread his palm. "I have a request."

It is not appropriate to report the real name of the birthplace.

Say what you are, good people, not willing.

In the distance, the guests are completely stunned. How can this wine-selling old man become Wang's old predecessor?

Only when the old man tore off the face of the face, revealing the true feelings, the group is excited, it really is the king blunt old man who sees the dragon without seeing the tail!

Wang blunt fists out like a rainbow, the momentum is awkward, but there is no murder.

That is more than a small green shirt.

When the two were staggered, Wang blunt smiled: "The outline is very clear, can we let go of our hands and feet?"

Chen Ping nodded.

On the far side of the street and on the ridge and the wall tree, a river and lake Wufu looked at the mood, and the battle between the two sides was limited to the peak of the square. It was a hundred years.

Wang blunt old predecessors are the first person in our Wuling country. They met a sword fairy, dare to punch out, and still not fall.

Although the sword immortal has not yet sacrificed a flying sword, but this is the only way to say a conscience, Wang Fu's old predecessors have already put on their lives and gambled on Wu Fu's dignity, which has not been defeated for a lifetime, to all the Wuling countries. The middle man earned a big face! Wang blunt old predecessors, it is our Wuling country daring also!

Those who dare to watch the war far and wide, there is no real master of martial arts, and the second is far from the wine cellar. Naturally, it is not as good as that of Jing Jingcheng.

For example, when she saw that her predecessors intended to end this discussion, one shot suddenly accelerated. One step forward, the wrist twisted, both shot a blunt punch, and one hand continued to move forward, and it was shot in the face of Wang blunt. On the door, Wang Ping should be able to take the palm of the table under the feet of both sides. I never thought that Wang blunt quickly made an eye sè. The seniors nodded lightly. Wang Bing had a slightly slower punch and he and his predecessor. The palm hits the other side almost at the same time, and the two slide down and go out two steps together. Both sides have a heart and soul, and they are all floating on the edge of the desktop.

Yan Jingcheng saw that Wang Bing began to make his eyes sè, and the seniors of the green shirts began to make their eyes sè, and Jing Jingcheng was confused. How did it feel like buying and selling? However, despite the bargaining, the two men are getting faster and faster, and the next time they are coming and going, they are almost the same result. No one is taking advantage of it. Outsiders think that this is a big deal. The battle of the guru.

The last two people should have negotiated the "price". One person punches the other's chest, and the table under his feet splits into two. They stand on their own feet and then hold their fists.

Finished the work.

Wang blunt laughed: "I didn't think that a sword singer had such a good punch."

The other party rang: "Your king's blunt boxing is heavier and more polished. It's ten years long and five years short. I have to come here to sweep the mountain and learn the boxing with your king."

If Hu Xinfeng and Xiao Shu's night flow are like this, she does not care about Jing Jingcheng, but he and Wang Fu's old predecessors are so brazen and shameless that Xiao Jingcheng almost collapsed. In this life, they don't want to touch the rivers and lakes.

Wang blunt went to the door of the wine cellar and held the boxing high. He said hello to everyone, and then waved his hand. "It's all gone."

The cheers and the screams came one after another, and then they continued to scatter.

Wang Qing's old predecessors have spoken so much, and everyone is naturally not good enough to stay.

When Wang blunt sat back in the original position, the green shirt sword fairy had picked up two pairs of half-tipped desktops on the ground and stacked them on a wine table.

After Wang blunt sat down, he took a sip of wine and said with emotion: "Since you have such a high degree of cultivation, why should you take the initiative to find me Wang Duo, a river and lake? Is it for the family behind this family? I hope that my king is blunt in you. After the two are far away from the Five Kingdoms and go to the mountains to practice, can they help to take care of one or two?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "There is no such request. I just want to show up here. I would like to remind some people in the dark. If you want to do something to your family, you will measure the consequences of being revenged by me."

Wang bluntly, nodded. "The sorrows of the monks on the mountain are actually nothing but the rivers and lakes of the two sides. The fundamentals are nothing. It doesn't make much sense. It is this sword that you should belong to." It's not quite like the fairy gods I've seen in the past, so please drink, I don't feel bad about these drinks. I said, is it too much tone?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "Wufu practice, the most important thing is to be down-to-earth, there is no shortcut, if the heart is not high, look farther, how to climb to the top."

Although Wang Duan sells alcohol, it seems that there is not much hobby for drinking. Most of them are small mouthfuls and slow drinks. From the lack of a heroic attitude, he feels sad: "This wine cellar can't be opened. Many people from the rivers and lakes can't hear it. It is."

Chen Pingxiao asked: "Wang Zhuangzhu does not like to listen to good words?"

Wang bluntly swears, "I also like to listen. When I was young, I especially liked listening. Now I like to listen more. I just love to listen to good words. If I don't listen to some truthful words and ugly words, I am afraid that my king will drift to the sea of ​​clouds. Going inside, when the people are floating, and there is no magical power of the sea of ​​immortals, can not fall to death?"

Chen Pingan looked at the sky.

Wang Biaoxiao asked: "According to the previous statement, in addition to a dozen jars of good wine, but also sprinkle the mountain to pick up something?"

Chen Pingan said: "Two fast horses, and the address of a green country fairyland ferry."

Wang bluntly wondered: "Just like this?"

Chen Pingan said: "It has been a lot."

Wang blunt pointed to the counter. "The more the wine is placed underneath, the more mellow the taste, the sword fairy will take it."

Chen Pingan got up and went to the counter and began to pour wine into the sword.

Opened another altar of altar.

After Wutan old wine was uncovered and muddy, Wang blunt couldn't sit still. He squatted on the counter and whispered persuaded: "On the rivers and lakes, drinking alcohol is almost a good thing."

The young green shirt sword fairy back to the king blunt, the hands of the wine did not stop, "Nothing, more wine, you can save some."

Wang blunt hesitated and reminded: "I can change my face and change places to continue selling."

The young Jianxian looked up and smiled: "Then I would like to wish the Wangzhuang owner to open a business and make a fortune."

When Wang Bian saw that he was not on the road, he had to continue to say: "There are a lot of old wines under the jar, called slimming wine. In fact, I am sweeping the old wine of the villa. The people who come to this wine cellar do not know the name of the wine, even if they are jealous. I can't afford to drink two bowls at all. It's really too strong, so it's called two bowls of swaying or three bowls. You may wish to use a regular drink to make a better taste."

The young man shook his head and said: "Nothing, drinking is not drinking tea, you don't have to pay attention to what the aftertaste is, drink and ask for drunk, and it is natural."

Wang blunt can't help it. "Now Zhuangzi is a guest of the cloud, the official family, the friends of the rivers and lakes, the literary world, all of which are slow to wait. The 30-meter thin plum wine stored in Zhuangzi is estimated to have been exhausted. I So come here to hide quietly, but also want to keep a few jars of lean plum wine, you will not understand one or two?"

The young man has already opened the last altar, and he is annoyed: "Why didn't the predecessors say that when the mud seal opened, they couldn't hide the taste. We had already had a similar drink on the wine table, otherwise we could taste it. The taste of this slimming wine is not in my jug. It's a pity, but it's a pity. Since Wang Zhuang wants to leave a pot to drink, do it and I only want to give a bowl of wine to people. The stingy drink, I still forget it, I will give Wang Zhuang the remaining altar."

Wang blunt waved his hand, hehe smiled: "Where, where is the pouring of wine, my king is not the kind of person, good wine to give swords, Tibetan wine, swords, good things, good things."

So in the end, there is no left in a jar of thin plum wine.

Wang blunt turned around, as if a niece was married to a distant place, some sad, not willing to look again.

Wang bluntly turned his back to the counter and sighed. "When is this time? I am not willing to treat you warmly. If you sprinkle the villa, you should still not go. It is more boring."

Then Wang blunt said the detailed address of the Xianjia Ferry in the green country.

Chen Pingan walked out of the counter and smiled. "Then the troubled Wangzhuang owner brought two horses. We didn't spend the night in the town, and immediately rushed."

Wang Bing waved his hand and sent a mountain disciple who heard the news. He shouted to the side from the corner of the street. It was a middle-aged swordsman with a face like Guan Yu. Wang Bianwu studied and mixed, no matter whether it was boxing or not. They are also the first swordsmen of the Wuling Kingdom. Therefore, among the many disciples who are pro-disciplinary, they are all proficient in rushing to the wine cellar. This is the proud disciple who won the king's martial art. It is stable in the Wuling Kingdom. Sword

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