The Melon-eating Swordsman In the Ancient Dragon World Chapter 184

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Chapter 184 To Yinshan Mountain

"Let's go! Drink!" Yan Nantian said, "You can kill people only after you drink!"

So Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng went to the famous Huibin Building in Beijing and asked for the most famous Xinghua Village and Lanlingchun.

The more Yan Nantian drinks, the brighter his eyes become.

Jiang Feng sat across from each other, and although he didn't drink as fast as Yan Nantian, he didn't stop drinking until the glass was dry.

There are many well-informed people in Beijing. It didn't take long for the news that the world's best divine sword and Yulang Jiang Feng appeared in Beijing to spread.

Soon, several famous warriors in Beijing came to the Huibin Building and sat down near the two of them, seemingly looking for an opportunity to chat.

However, when they saw Yan Nantian with a gloomy face and Jiang Feng who was silent, they all remained silent.

 “You don't have to go.” Yan Nantian said suddenly.

"Since the younger brother is here, how can he wait alone in the city?" Jiang Feng drank another glass of wine and asked, "The elder brother doesn't like my martial arts?"

Yan Nantian shook his head and said, "Of course not."

Even the original martial arts is not too weak. Not to mention many, it is still no problem to entangle one or two Yinshan ghosts, and it will not hinder Yan Nantian.

 The only reason why my predecessor did not participate in this battle was simply because he did not come.

“How do we get there?” Jiang Feng asked, “Using Qinggong to get there?”

"Of course not. That place is thousands of miles away from the capital. I'm exhausted trying to get there." Yan Nantian laughed and said, "There are Liaodong fast horses in Beijing. We can get there with two horses each. One day and one night."

Jiang Feng touched his nose in embarrassment, having mistakenly believed the rumors, which was embarrassing.

In the original work, the Jianghu people boasted that Yan Nantian was like a god, that he could pass the walls of Beijing with his feet, that he drank at a BJ in the evening, and that he arrived at Yinshan Mountain at dawn the next day. He killed all the ghosts in Yinshan Mountain in just one cup of tea, and his sword light was like lightning. , can be seen hundreds of miles away.

That's not a martial arts master, that's a land god!

After ten pounds of good wine, Yan Nantian put down the wine bowl and stood up.

Inspired by the energy, two middle-aged men in brocade clothes and swords at their waists couldn't help but stand up together. They looked at each other, and then came forward from left to right, "Master Yan, we are waiting for you. …”

Yan Nantian waved his hand, "A certain family is busy and I don't have time to talk to you. If you have anything to say, I'll talk to you when I get back!"

 The man on the left couldn't help but ask, "May I ask what you need, Master Yan? Is there anything we can do for you?"

The man on the right held the hilt of his sword and looked at Shen Fei, "There are few things in Beijing that we can't do."

Yan Nantian's eyes flashed and he was not polite, "In that case, please prepare four Liaodong fast horses for a certain family and my second brother."

"good!"

 The man on the left nodded immediately, then waved back, and a young man quickly came downstairs.

The man on the right couldn't help but ask, "I wonder where Master Yan and Young Master Jiang are going?"

Yan Nantian remained silent, while Jiang Feng smiled and said, "It's a secret matter. I guess a few of them will know about it in three or four days."

Jiang Feng was not familiar with the plot here. God knows if the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain have any hidden clues in Beijing.

Yan Nantian is a top star in the martial arts world, and his every move attracts attention. If he is sent a message by a flying pigeon, it will be a very troublesome matter whether the ghosts in Yinshan are hiding, escaping, or setting up an ambush.

So the man on the right didn't dare to ask. No one in the world dared to force Yan Nantian to say something he didn't want to say.

 After a while, four Liaodong horses were led downstairs to the reception hall. Yan Nantian cupped his hands and said, "Three days later, Yan will return the horse to the Huibin Tower, and then we will have a banquet with you, and we will get drunk before resting!"

“Don't dare!” the man on the left said hurriedly, “It's my honor to serve you, Master Yan. I'll hold a banquet in three days, and I'll invite Master Yan to honor you!”

Yan Nantian nodded, turned over, jumped down from the third floor of the Huibin Building, and landed on the back of a horse.

Jiang Feng shook his head and smiled, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and placed it on the dining table. He then arched his hands into the room, then stepped back and disappeared behind the railing in an instant.

The next moment, the horses' hooves flew, and the four fast horses trotted away from the reception building and headed straight for the west gate of BJ.

 “What a great Yan Nantian, you are so heroic!”

“He just drank almost ten kilograms of wine from the old bars, Xinghua Village and Lanlingchun, alone. I would be drunk after just one kilogram.”

"Yulang Jiang Feng is well-deserved. He is indeed a noble man with extraordinary bearing. If he had not lived in the south of the Yangtze River and had been doing business for many years, I would have thought that he was born into a noble family of heaven."

“No nobleman from the Tian family has the same level of martial arts as him. His light kung fu just now can't be matched by many people in the entire Northland martial arts world.”

 “You said, where are they going?”

“Liaodong's fast horses, two horses per person, traveling back and forth in three days, could it be..."

 “Don't say it, don't say it!”

"There is nothing to say. Whether it is Liaodong bandits, grassland horse bandits, ghosts in the Yinshan Mountains, Taihang giant bandits, water ghosts in the Yellow River, or black sails in the East China Sea, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot kill them in Beijing. ”

“But if they offend Master Yan, their death will come.”

“I don't know which family was unlucky enough that Master Yan caught a glimpse of the truth and found its lair?”

“I don't know, but we'll know in three days. Come on, drink!”

 “Okay, drink!”

Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng bought some dry food on the road, then went straight out of the west gate, exited the customs at Xuanhua, Yanqing, then turned west and headed towards Yinshan Mountain.

 One day and one night, Yinshan Mountain is in sight.

Well, we can't say Yinshan Mountain. After all, Yinshan Mountain is a chain of mountains connected by Daqing Mountain, Wula Mountain and Langshan Mountain. It is a thousand kilometers long. Let the Yellow River from the north turn eastward and form several bends, so you can know its length.

The place where the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain are located is Jiufeng Mountain, a branch of Yinshan Mountain, located at the eastern foot of Yinshan Mountain. To the south is Hasuhai Lake and Chilechuan Grassland, which is a land of fertile water and grass.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but shake his head and sighed.

I learned "Celego" when I was in elementary school. I didn't expect that I had never been to the modern world. Instead, I traveled to the world of ancient dragons and came to this famous scenic spot that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Huh? He said it as if he had been to Shaolin Temple, Wudang Mountain, the banks of the Qinhuai River, Kunlun in the Western Regions, and the grasslands and deserts before.

In my previous life, I was a homebody and a worker. I never went anywhere, okay?

At this time, the sky was already getting bright, and the sunlight behind him broke through the clouds and mist, shining on Jiufeng Mountain, covering the tall mountains and rivers with a thin layer of golden light.

There is a cottage halfway up Jiufeng Mountain, where the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain gather.

Yan Nantian is riding on the horse, his tiger eyes are shining, the long sword in his hand is already making a faint sound, and he is ready to make a move.

 (End of this chapter)

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