The autumn weather in Qingtian City is very strange. There were still suns shining brightly in the past few days, but the autumn wind whistled in the past two days and the temperature dropped sharply.

Even last night, there was a small snowfall, but the snow was too small and the streets had not been covered with white snow. When the sky gradually began to rise, I looked up and saw only slightly wet ground.

There is no other special situation.

The city of Qingtian, which entered the autumn scene, is the most foggy season of the year. Before noon, the entire city will be covered with a large area of ​​rain and fog.

There are not cultivators without realm and good cultivation in the city, and it is not impossible to dispel this layer of rain and fog, but no one knows whether the Qingtian Lord deliberately did it. Who dares to dispel the fog in the city at will?

There were not many drinkers in the wine shop in the city, but now there are so many more people in Qingtian City. I thought that there should be more drinkers. However, no matter how many people came outside, there were still a few drinkers in the wine shop. Even because of what happened before, the original drinkers were fewer.

The winery seemed deserted.

Chen Sheng has not been wandering around these days. When major events are about to happen in Qingtian City, this swordsman, who is not of a low level, has been drinking in the wine shop these days.

The table in the corner of the wine shop has always been Chen Sheng's "special" and there are not many drinkers in the wine shop. Even though Chen Sheng stayed in front of that table for more than ten days, the wine seller never drove anyone away.

Although he was a demon cultivator, the wine-selling woman had been living on the other side of the mountains and rivers before. Many demon cultivators knew much more about the mountains and rivers than the demonic land. When many demon cultivators heard about Chen Sheng's identity as a swordsman, they became furious, and the wine-selling woman ignored it completely.

She has a very good impression of the swordsman, and she also has a good impression of Chen Sheng.

The reason why she has a good impression of the swordsman is that the first swordsman she met is not bad. As for Chen Sheng, who has always been sloppy, it is because he is the swordsman's master.

Although the wine seller occasionally sighs, why are the temperaments of this master and his apprentice so far apart?

I just sighed over and sighed over and had no conclusions, so I could only watch it like this.

Chen Sheng sat in the most remote corner of the wine shop, with wine jars placed beside him, and his cloth shirt was covered with wine stains. I don’t know how long it took to be changed. Some places were even greasy. The stubble on his face became deeper every day, and at first he had a beard. In the past few days, his face was quite spectacular.

If Chen Sheng had a stronger figure, he would no longer look like a swordsman, but he looked very much like a bandit.

The sword he took from Baiyu Town was placed casually on the table. There was a pool of wine stains on the table. Chen Sheng leaned against the table, sleeping with his eyes closed, and his snoring was not loud.

Several drinkers in the restaurant deliberately ignored the sound and talked about each other.

The content of the conversation was about the recent major events in Qingtian City.

About the daughter of the great demon.

Of course, those familiar names will also be mentioned. There is no doubt that Bi Yu, Chong Ye and Hu Yue are the most dazzling ones among these names.

Outsiders should not have such high attention to things they cannot participate in, especially these demon cultivators in the demon land. However, Qingtian City is really good. There is no fighting and no one dares to kill people here. So many people are idle. Since they are idle, they can't help but think too much and look at things that do not belong to them.

Idle people care about nothing but can’t find any faults.

The wine-selling woman leaned against the counter, looking at the white outside, her eyebrows were quiet, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She thought that the girl who often came to drink hadn't walked into this restaurant for a long time now, but even if what happened in Qingtian City had something to do with you, what would it matter if you had a few drinks?

When people are idle, they can't help but think too much.

For example, the wine-selling woman thought that if the young man came to Qingtian City and beat all the guys.

But she didn't know very well, and she didn't know whether the boy would like this girl at the time.

Even if you like it, one is in the mountains and rivers and the other is in the demonic land, will there really be any results?

The wine-selling woman shook her head, "How could this guy care so much? If you love, you love me. Who cares so much?"

The woman who sells wine will continue to feel distracted and think about more things, but someone came to the wine shop.

The man was tall, with a knot tied with a straw, wearing a gray robe, and most importantly, a sword was hanging around his waist.

In the past, Chen Sheng was the only one who could hang a sword from his waist to enter and exit the wine shop.

This is a completely unfamiliar face.

Because there was a sword hanging around the waist, the few drinkers soon focused on the tall man.

The man smiled at the wine seller and said, "If you want a jar of wine, the worst is enough."

The wine seller was stunned and was not in a daze. He quickly brought a jar of wine from behind. She asked in confusion: "Where is the guest sitting?"

The tall man pointed to the most remote wine table, it was just here.

The woman selling wine suddenly frowned.

Because when this tall man said this, Chen Sheng, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes slightly and then squinted.

And as he opened his eyes and squinted his eyes, the sword energy in the wine shop was scattered, as thick as the mist outside.

The winery suddenly became very depressed.

Chen Sheng is one of the few geniuses in Jianshan. Unlike his own brothers, each of them is quite profound in one aspect. Although Chen Sheng is not as good as those brothers in terms of mind and energy skills, fortunately, he can all go hand in hand in hand in these three items.

Chen Sheng walked very quickly with his sword cultivation and realm cultivation.

After crossing the morning and evening, if you want to go to the spring and autumn, the journey is really not something that can be explained clearly in one realm.

What's more, it's a swordsman's journey.

Not everyone is like the one in the book Li Fuyao saw, the morning and evening, and the spring and autumn will begin.

That swordsman is considered to be the four words "shocking and brilliant".

Although Chen Sheng is not as good as that person, he is definitely not bad. Now he has almost reached the threshold of the Spring and Autumn Realm.

This level of progress is extremely rare.

However, why Chen Sheng, who has not had any sharpness in these days, suddenly showed such a style today, which made the wine seller extremely puzzled.

But at least she knew clearly that this was definitely related to this tall man.

Two swordsmen, one stand and one sit.

It's considered a confrontation, not counting.

Because from beginning to end, Chen Sheng's sword energy lingered around, but the tall man did nothing.

The wine seller put the wine on the table and then returned to the back of the counter.

From time to time, drinkers stood up and left in the wine shop.

It’s not that no one wants to know what will happen in this restaurant later, but the sword energy in the restaurant is too strong, which makes them extremely uncomfortable, and they are also very... disgusted.

Most of the monks of the demon clan have never seen a large number of swordsmen wielding their swords, but for some reason, those tribes, or in order to remember the shame, even put the war scenes from six thousand years ago into murals, and some murals are vivid, allowing every tribe who has seen them to feel the situation at that time.

Some disgust is integrated into the bloodline.

It was not until the last drinker got up and left the restaurant that the tall man took the wine bowl and poured the wine into the bowl.

"You like to drink, why don't I remember?"

This is the first thing a tall man said today, his voice calmly, as if he had experienced vicissitudes of life.

Chen Sheng said indifferently: "Wine cannot kill people."

There was no logic in this sentence, but after it was said, the tall man obviously paused.

The hand that picked up the wine bowl was a little slow.

He looked at the white fish sword on the wine table and praised: "This sword is good, but the swords in the sword washing pool are also good. The master loved you the most back then, so you shouldn't have replaced all the swords."

Chen Sheng raised his head and said calmly: "You are not his disciples."

The tall man shook his head, "I always kowtowed to him. If we hadn't left, how could Xi Chunan become the eldest brother?"

Chen Sheng didn't speak, it was a strong murderous intent that arose in the wine shop.

"You won't forget that there is no war in Qingtian City, right?"

The tall man smiled and looked very gentle.

Chen Sheng's murderous intent did not diminish, but he had not reached out to hold the sword.

The white fish sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy penetrated out of the scabbard in a wisp.

"A few days ago, the master of Guan went up the mountain. Aren't you still not on the mountain? In short, we are not the same type of people?"

"Xi Chunan and the other three should be dead. We went to the mountain a few days ago, but there were many people going to the mountain, but the mountain was sealed. I really can't break the sword formation, senior brother."

The tall man seemed to be saying something casually, as if he was having sex with Chen Sheng.

I can't tell how much hatred the two of them have.

Chen Sheng was speechless and turned around and looked at the wine-selling woman.

The woman was stunned, thought for a while, and turned around and walked inside.

Chen Sheng's aura had already reached the peak. At this moment, it was supposed to be the scene of drawing the sword, but he spoke first, "No one did something wrong and was not punished."

The tall man smiled, "I don't think so, don't those traitors in the world live a good life?"

Chen Sheng nodded, as if he agreed with this statement.

"But you won't live well."

The tall man pretended to be surprised and said, "Can you have entered the spring and autumn, and have become the person that Qingtianjun admires the most, or is there a Qingyan sword immortal?"

There are some meanings that are not explained in these words. If we talk about them bluntly, Chen Sheng could not kill him as long as it was not Chunqiu. Without the relationship between Qingtianjun or Chao Qingqiu, it would be impossible to attack in the city.

Chen Sheng kept silent, but reached out to hold the white fish sword.

A sword light emerged from the wine shop.

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