"I think he is just a fame-seeking person."

"Yu Xiuchun was injured before the sword competition. As for Baili Huxiu in Baihua Sword Square... The sword moves of Baihua Sword Square are very clear, and they are not solid. In recent years, none of the generals of the border army are from Baihua Sword Square. This is enough to show that this sword move is not useful when it comes to the real battle formation. As for Song Lingshi in Hengshan Sword Academy, he and Xu Ping have a distance between him and Xu Ping, so it is no wonder that Xu Ping blamed him. I think Wang Jingmeng is also a persimmon who is specialized in picking soft spots. If he is really powerful, why don't he challenge Chen Liuyun of Xinjian Sect and why don't he challenge Mo Ying of Tianyi Pavilion?"

In the twilight, in a winery along the river, some young people in gorgeous clothes drank for three rounds and talked unrestrainedly.

"It's great now. All the practitioners in Changling know that when he returned to the Bashan Sword Field, Gu Liren was already dead. Therefore, for practitioners who have been practicing for a long time in Changling, he is of course a true junior. Due to the seniority of the teachers and commanders of various sects, it is naturally impossible to draw a sword to teach him a lesson. If he doesn't challenge Chen Liuyun, Mo Ying and the others, he will of course win one after another."

"But it's not what you think."

At this moment, a sound suddenly rang out.

These young men in gorgeous clothes turned their heads to look, but saw a young man in ordinary coarse cloth wearing oil paper umbrellas walking in outside the winery.

The oil paper umbrella of ordinary people is dark yellow, but the umbrella of this person is blue and very elegant.

Although his clothes were ordinary, they were particularly clean, like willow leaves drizzled by spring rain.

"Although Yu Xiuchun was injured before he competed with his sword, Wang Jingmeng was always standing firmly when comparing with him, and he never moved his step. Yu Xiuchun's true essence cultivation was originally above him, so it is rare for Wang Jingmeng to win this battle."

"As for Baili Huxiu, the same is true. If it is of the same cultivation level, Baili Huxiu's sword move will naturally appear a bit flashy and unreal, but Baili Huxiu's true energy cultivation is also above Wang Jingmeng. In this way, although his sword energy is fancy, it is like many people siege Wang Jingmeng at the same time. If it were the rest of the cultivators with the same cultivation level as Wang Jingmeng, it would be very difficult to beat Baili Huxiu."

"As for Chen Liuyun and Mo Ying, they are not Wang Jingmeng's opponents."

The young man who seemed very clean looked at the group of people who were stunned and said, "As far as I know now, among the practitioners of the same generation as me, I am afraid that only disciples who entered the Minshan Sword Sect or Lingxu Sword Sect who had been in the past five or six years could compete with him."

These young men in gorgeous clothes were stunned for a moment when they heard this.

One of them finally came to his senses, frowned and looked at the young man who came from somewhere, and said, "Who are you? How do you know that neither Chen Liuyun nor Mo Ying are his opponents?"

"Because I am Mo Ying from Tianyi Pavilion."

Mo Ying looked at the questioner calmly and said seriously: "I had already competed with Chen Liuyun before, and I beat him, but when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, I had already competed with him, and I lost to him, and the difference was very different."

"What? You are Mo Ying!"

This group of young people in gorgeous clothes were all shocked, and two of them even stood up subconsciously.

Mo Ying nodded.

His eyes fell to the river outside the window of these people.

In the faint mist rising from the river surface, a crystal clear water droplet condensed with his eyes. The water droplet quickly lengthened and flew into the window, circled the wine bottle on the table, and then turned into clear water, flowing silently along the bottle of the wine bottle on the table.

The desktop is slightly moist.

The top of the bottle fell on the table.

The broken edge of the wine bottle is smooth, as if it is cut by a sword.

"I competed with him in a sword fight, and was guided by him. I realized that I had made great progress recently. I just saw him competing with his sword today, but I can be sure that if I enter the state of cultivation, whether it is using swords or true energy cultivation, he is far above me."

Mo Ying bowed slightly to these shocked young men, "So he is truly strong, not what you said to seek fame."

"You are also cultivators from each sword academies."

Mo Ying raised his body, and he looked at the young men in the gorgeous clothes who were somewhat panicked in return. Before turning around and leaving, he said seriously: "Only by truly meeting his strength, his understanding, application and change of sword moves, can he truly understand. If you don't care about the outcome, you can also give it a try if you have a chance."

...

A faint food aroma floats in the quiet courtyard.

But in this faint food aroma, Lin Zhuojiu keenly smelled a scent of wine.

His spirit was shocked.

He left Luoyue Yaju's door and easily saw a carriage parked by the road not far away.

A middle-aged man sat on the front of the carriage, holding a brightly polished purple gourd in his hand. He smiled at him without any surprise, and then made a call.

The man looked like a jade face. Although he was wearing an ordinary blue cloth dress, he was obviously not a coachman.

Lin Zhuojiu frowned slightly, and he immediately realized that the man was deliberately drawing him over with the fragrance of wine, but he did not hesitate and walked to the man and said, "What are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled, but did not answer, but raised the wine gourd in his hand and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

As the wine gourd swayed, the aroma of the wine became strong, but it still seemed extremely clear when it poured into the nose. Lin Zhuojiu took a deep breath. The aroma of the wine entered the abdomen without any enthusiasm. Instead, it was like a cold spring with the fragrance of orchids pouring into the abdomen, making people feel cool all over.

His eyes suddenly widened a little and said, "Is it the Forget-Wuyou Hanjiu from Fengmen Mountain?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and praised: "It seems that you are really good wine, not art of art."

Lin Zhuojiu was puzzled, "The Forget-Wuyou Han Brew from Fengmen Mountain is never given, unless the owner's friend has a drink with him. How could you have it?"

In a blink of an eye, he woke up a little and suddenly raised his head, "Are you just Feng Jieyou?"

"A sword is given to a hero, and a good wine needs a soulmate."

The middle-aged man signaled Lin Zhuojiu to get in the car and sit beside him, and then said softly: "I owe someone a favor. Someone wants to see Wang Jingmeng, so I will invite you over with half a pot of wine to exchange for your tea time."

Lin Zhuojiu frowned slightly. He glanced at the man and felt that the other party had no malice. He let go of his eyebrows, smiled, and said, "Okay."

"Can you eat spicy rabbit head?"

The middle-aged man looked heroic when he saw Lin Zhuojiu, and immediately laughed, took out two food boxes from the carriage behind him, and said, "The spicy rabbit head pickled by farmers in Yangjiang County is excellent with my wine."
Chapter completed!