Nightfall Chapter 198: That person drinks alcohol

There was a rustling sound on the mountain road.

The female professor walked up to the elder brother and Yu Lian, put down the broom in her hand, reached out her hand and patted the dust on the blue lab coat, the wrinkles on her face were filled with indifferent words, and said: "You are all like this, naturally I will go."

She hasn't asked about world affairs for many years. When the whole world was conquering the Tang Dynasty, she could only watch silently because of her birth. However, when the person came to Chang'an City today, she could no longer sit in the church house.

At this moment, Jun Mo walked out of the mist again and said: "No need to fight, brother and sister are still injured, and you are old, so naturally I should go."

The female professor said: "How rude is this."

At this time, the four people in the field are the four strongest in the academy. When that person came to Chang'an City, they naturally received the academy. They just knew that it would be unpredictable to go there, so they fought.

Jun Mo remained silent.

The female professor stared into his eyes and said: "Even in your heyday, you are not his opponent."

"My sword is never perfect."

Jun Mo said: "Therefore, there are many people who are stronger than me, but in the end they lost to me. Even Liu Bai did not take advantage of me."

Speaking of Liu Bai, the female professor stopped speaking, and her wrinkles deepened.

"Come out." Jun Mo said.

Following these words, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi walked out of the clouds and mist, and walked out of the Cloud Gate array alone for the first time. They were a little excited, but they were a little bit cold by the pool water, their faces were blue and white, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

Jun Mo looked at the senior brother and Yu Lian in the wheelchair and said: "No need to fight, I want to take both of them back to Chang'an City, so it's a good way to meet that person. I have a reason, so I will go." /

Yu Lian said: "Why are you taking them back to Chang'an?"

Jun Mo thought for a while and said, "Home visit?"

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The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing, because Jun Mo never spoke.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi secretly exchanged their eyes, vaguely guessing that something major should have happened in Chang'an City, they became nervous, where they dared to talk, closed their mouths, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

On the trees beside the road, there are only star-dotted greenery. They swept back at high speed outside the window. The eyes of the two teenagers followed the neat trees and looked into the distance, and saw the walls of Chang'an City.

It’s midday, the south gate of Chang’an City should be very lively at ordinary times. The soldiers of the Department of Patrol City should carefully check the people entering and leaving. The people in the queue will probably complain about the speed of entering the city, and sell herbal tea and eggs. The hawkers of sip kept drinking, but today it was very quiet.

During the day, the two heavy mountain gates were tightly closed. There were no pedestrians, no hawkers, no soldiers from the city patrol division, and no one in front of the gate.

There is only one carriage.

This carriage looks ordinary, its body is covered with dirt and dust, and it has no brilliance at all. Sometimes a cold spring breeze blows, and the dust on the carriage is brushed off slightly, revealing the dark color inside. It seems to be made of steel, and a few rounded lines can be vaguely seen.

The black carriage has no horses, only a separate carriage. The place where the wheels contact the ground is deeply sunken, and you can see fine gravel on both sides. If you look to the rear, you can see the hard stone of the official road The road surface was crushed into two extremely deep traces, dragged to a very far place, with no end in sight.

How heavy is this carriage? Destroy the Dao Mian like this?

More eye-catching than a horse-drawn carriage is the person standing next to the carriage-since there is no horse, can it be said that such a heavy carriage was pulled so far by his bare hands?

The man was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, with ordinary eyebrows and a few lines of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his skin was extremely delicate and his hair was a little gray. If you look closely, you will find that the black hair is young, which is actually making people. I couldn't tell how old he was, whether it was old or young.

A hip flask, tied around the man's waist, swings gently in the spring breeze.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, waiting a bit boring, so he took a sip from the hip flask.

His expression was extremely heroic when he was drinking. Ruoruo whale sucked the sea water and didn't put it down for a long time, but the jug never bottomed out, and the wine was always poured out.

Across the city walls, countless crossbow arrows were aimed at the drinking man, but no one dared to shoot.

Because the man didn't care that he was being aimed at by the mighty defensive crossbow. He drank alcohol to himself, lonely in the spring breeze, as if he was not in this world at all.

The man put down the hip flask, wiped his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.

His slightly squinted eyes are full of intoxication, because there is nothing else in this life, just like wine, but if you look at the deepest point, you can see that his eyes are so cold and vicissitudes, because He has seen everything in his long life, is tired of this world, so he is ruthless,

The sound of hoofs gradually eased, and another carriage came to the city gate.

Zhang Nianzu squeezed to Li Guangdi's side. The two teenagers looked at the man through the window, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces extremely pale, because they seemed to see the Taoist in Tsing Yi on the street that day.

Jun Mo raised the front curtain of the carriage and got out of the car.

He walked up to the man and stopped slowly.

The spring breeze is blowing on the empty sleeve under his right arm, his posture is gentle but his breath is cold.

The iron sword was in the sheath around his waist and was not pulled out.

Jun Mo looked at the man next to the black carriage, his eyes fell on the hip flask around his waist, and after a long silence, he bowed his head and said, "I have seen seniors."

The man was somewhat satisfied, and said, "Don't be polite."

The very simple four words made the South City Gate tremble.

Because the man’s voice is very old, extremely old. When the air passes through his vocal cords, it seems like dusty bronzes are rubbing against each other. Even if the dust and dirt are rubbed off, they are firmly attached to the bronzes. The rust was rubbing, causing everyone's soul to throb.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi didn't get out of the car. After listening to this voice, their faces became paler, and their bodies suddenly became cold like ice, as if they had suddenly come to the age of death when they were young.

There were countless painful grunts inside the city wall. The Tang Junmen who aimed at the man with their crossbow arrows were all shocked by this sound. Even the green bricks on the moss-covered city wall showed signs of faint loosening. After thousands of years of wind and rain, before this old voice is still too young.

Jun Mo raised his head, his expression still calm, no respect in his eyes.

He said: "Leave or die."

The spring breeze started again, and the hip flask was swinging around the man's waist again. He was a little surprised, and then replied indifferently, looking at Jun Mo and saying, "I heard that you are the most polite."

"I have seen a gift from a predecessor, so naturally I don't need to pay more."

Jun Mo looked at the man and said, "The polite, the order is respectful. I salute you because of your seniority. The teacher once asked you about it, but the order is not respect. You this person."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently: "Why am I not worthy of respect?"

Jun Mo said: "Because you are a coward."

With these words, the vitality of the heaven and the earth before the Nancheng Gate changed drastically.

The spring breeze turned into a biting cold wind.

Jun Mo's empty sleeve tube swayed in the spring breeze, as if it had been washed too many times, suddenly stiffened, and the extremely soft lines on the sleeves turned into extremely sharp lines.

His right arm is broken, but he still has sleeves.

He didn't have a sword, and his sleeves were still sword-like.

In the sudden cold spring breeze, countless sharp sword intent appeared.

In the carriage, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi's faces became paler, because they found that there were many sharp and fine lines in the air, and every breath was so painful.

Countless sword marks appeared in front of the man.

Suddenly, countless crisp sounds sounded from the hip flask around his waist, and then they gradually gathered.

He looked at Jun Mo and said: "He accepts his disciple's eyes, and he really is much better than us."

Jun Mo said: "Teacher is much better than you two in everything."

After saying these words, he stretched his left hand to his waist and held the middle section of the scabbard, with the horizontal sword in front of him, the iron sword still aligned with his eyebrows, seemingly respectful as a guest, but in fact it was cold as ice.

Jun Mo is holding the ceremony of the younger generation, and he has a solemn expression in front of him.

The iron sword is straight and wide, and in the wind is an indestructible wall.

The shadow of the iron sword and sleeves fell on the ground, and it was a solemn and continuous green hill.

"Shou Qingxia for seven days, first defeated Ye Su, and then injured Liu Bai together, it was really extraordinary."

When the man saw Jun Mo Hengjian, his expression became more serious.

But it's still just a little bit. He waved his sleeves chicly, and the spring breeze came to him, lingering around his body, his breath rose suddenly, breaking through five realms in an instant, and he didn't know which mountain peak he came to.

He is not in the city, and the wall cannot stop him. He is not in the green hills, and green hills cannot see him. He doesn't want to fight, even if he is as strong as Jun Mo, he can't fight. What kind of realm is this?

"The teacher said that even Buddha is not as good as you when it comes to this level of realm." Jun Mo's gaze passed through Jian Feng and fell on the man, saying, "Since there is no fight, why are you here?"

The man looked at him and said, "I came to Chang'an to return something to the college."

Jun Mo asked: "What?"

The man said: "This is the carriage."

Jun Mo said: "I have arrived, you can leave."

The man asked: "This car is yours?"

Jun Mo said: "No."

The man said: "In this case, then I am not looking for you."

Jun Mo said: "Since it is the car of the younger brother, I can naturally call the shots."

The man shook his head slowly, took a drink from his waist, looked back at the mottled old city wall, and said, "No, because of this city, you can't be the master."

Jun Mo looked at him and stopped talking.

He has only one hand, holding the scabbard, and can no longer hold the hilt.

The iron sword is drawn out of its sheath by itself, and with a slight friction sound, it will show its sharp edge.

At this moment, there was a rubbing sound at the gate, and then slowly opened.

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