In today's world, the imperial court imposes excessive taxes and exorbitant taxes, the powerful annex land and oppress the people, and there are constant natural disasters everywhere, which has already aroused the anger of heaven and the people, and famines are everywhere.

There are constant internal strife and hidden worries, as well as constant external dangers.

The foreign tribes from the border areas were eyeing the Central Plains and often invaded and plundered them.

In the rivers and lakes, there is even more turmoil and constant vendettas.

It can be said that it is difficult to find a pure place.

This small town has a hint of prosperity and happiness.

In a small town, an inn stands in the middle of the busy city.

Among the people coming and going, there were mostly strange-looking figures, carrying guns, clubs, and swords.

At a glance, you can tell that they are people from the world, not a good person.

Ordinary people are accustomed to these foot traffickers and do not avoid them.

Instead, they blended in among them, talked loudly, and even became red-faced and angry, showing no fear of these ferocious martial arts figures.

"Have you heard? Another big event happened in the world recently."

"Isn't it the legendary holy land of martial arts, where the ancient Shaolin temple has reopened its gates, and is sending out golden posters to find the destined person?"

"I heard that various forces in the world have fought several times to get a golden post."

"Who doesn't know this? Why do you need to talk about it? I'm talking about another big thing!"

"Oh? What else can be compared to this?"

"Hehe, the Dugu Swordsman of Wushuang City, who has been retired for many years, suddenly returned to the world and gave a battle invitation to Xiongba, the leader of the Tianxiahui Gang, to decide the outcome."

"Xiong Ba? It is said that more than a month ago, this Xiong Gang leader was defeated miserably by the legendary Shaolin monk in his own Tianxiahui main altar. Why did the old sword master suddenly come back to the world and specifically challenge him? Could it be this?

Is it called beating a drowned dog?"

"Hahaha!"

"What you don't know is that the leader of the Xiong Gang was defeated by the Shaolin monk. He was eager to save his face and actually attacked Wushuang City. He secretly sent his disciple, the God in the Wind, to assassinate the leader of Dugu City and seize Wushuang City.

He secretly sent people to sneak into Wushuang City, stir up chaos and kill countless people."

"I heard that the god in the wind suddenly became mad and improved his martial arts for some unknown reason in the chaos. He was almost beaten to death by the Lord of Dugu City, but in turn almost killed the Lord of Dugu City. At the last moment, a

The young man suddenly appeared and saved the life of the Dugu City Lord."

"That's right! I heard that that young man was the disciple of the Shaolin monk who defeated Xiong Ba with one move. No wonder he is so powerful!"

"Despite this, after this incident, Wushuang City suffered heavy losses. The old sword master broke through the barrier in anger and handed over the battle sticker to Xiongba."

"So, that Xiongba has just been defeated by human hands, does he still dare to challenge?"

"Why don't you dare? You are worthy of being the leader of the world. How many people in the martial arts world can rival you? Not everyone has the ability of the Shaolin monk. Although the old sword master was famous back then, he has already lost his reputation.

I haven’t been out of the world for decades, and now I’m over seventy years old. Whether I can still pick up the sword is a question..."

While the group of people were talking, a young man suddenly came in at the door of the inn, holding an ancient long sword in his hand.

The man glanced at these people, and for some unknown reason, they felt shocked and fell silent.

The man stepped aside and respectfully invited an old man with frosty hair behind him to come in.

Seeing this old man, not only the few people who were raving just now, but also everyone in the inn felt that the hairs on their bodies stood up, as if someone was holding a sharp blade, close to the skin, trying to cut it, making people feel the pain from the bottom of their hearts.

A kind of cold front cold.

The old man glanced at the inn briefly, and then looked back. Everyone felt as if they had received an amnesty, heaved a sigh of relief, and watched the old man walk into the backyard of the inn with awe.

Covered in cold sweat, they all looked at each other, then hurriedly stood up and left, fearing that they would get into serious trouble.

In the blink of an eye, the inn that was full of guests just now became empty.

The shopkeeper on the counter shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to do business. Jian Chen, if you bring this kind of customers, won't you bring them in through the back door..."

Behind the inn.

The young man led the old man to a small courtyard, bowed and said: "Senior, please."

The frost-haired old man took two steps forward and looked at this extremely simple-looking courtyard. There were actually daunting gleams in his eyes.

He slowly spoke: "Wu Ming? You are indeed still in the world."

"I haven't seen you for many years. How are you doing, old friend? Please come in and say a few words."

A dull, low voice came from the courtyard.

"snort."

A look of surprise or joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and there was also a hint of eagerness as he stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was already a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his hands.

This man was dressed in a simple long gown, with a hint of decadence in his elegance.

There is a hint of heroism and righteousness between his eyebrows that cannot be concealed no matter what.

Other than that, he looks like an extremely ordinary middle-aged man.

"Please sit down, how about a drink?"

The middle-aged man didn't wait for the old man to respond, so he sat down at the table and picked up the wine bottle.

The old man said coldly: "I have never drank alcohol in my life."

The middle-aged man poured a glass of wine without stopping, put it into his mouth, and then sighed: "What a pity. You must have missed a lot of fun things in your life."

The old man looked unhappy: "Humph, alcohol is a poison that can penetrate the intestines, and it is even more taboo for people in the swordsmanship."

"My sword has been passed down to my disciples a long time ago, and there is no sword in my hand."

The middle-aged man ignored his displeasure and picked up the jug again to pour wine into the glass.

"Really? Why did I see that you are a sword yourself?"

Before the old man finished speaking, a sharp and cold light flashed in his eyes, like the edge of a sword, appearing out of thin air and shooting towards the wine bottle in his hand, arriving in an instant.

But he didn't even touch the crystal wine poured from the pot, and it disappeared in an instant.

The old man's eyes flashed with surprise, and instantly turned into a joy that seemed to be relief.

"Well, it seems that your cultivation has reached an incredible level. Even if I fight you again, I will definitely lose."

The middle-aged man poured himself a drink and said calmly: "The sword in my hand is gone, and the sword in my heart is dead. What's the point of winning or losing to me? Wouldn't it be happy to live leisurely and enjoy yourself?"

The old man sneered: "Humph, I never thought that the martial arts myth that was invincible in the world would be so willing to be mediocre."

The middle-aged man sighed: "It was precisely because I was so bright and famous that I was killed by my enemy. Even now, I still don't know who the enemy is. When will the grudges be over? It might as well be."

That’s it.”

"Is that why you faked your death to escape, retreated into the world, and hunkered down in this inn?"

The old man said coldly: "If that's the case, why did you find me again today? What would a dead person do to see me alive!"

The middle-aged man drank the wine in his glass, raised his head and said: "Sword Master, I hope you will give up the fight with Xiongba."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The old man raised his head and laughed: "You, a dead person, are still meddling in your own business?"

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously and shook his head: "The day when the world will unify the world is not far away, and the world is gradually becoming calmer. Although Xiongba acts domineeringly, can he eliminate the turmoil in the world and save the people of the world from many disasters?"

"If he is defeated in your hands, the world will fall apart, and the world will fall into catastrophe again. Will the world no longer be in misery? How can the common people deserve it?"

"What a big joke! Xiongba stirred up a bloody storm in the world and killed countless people. By killing Xiongba, I was acting on behalf of God. But when it comes to your mouth, I became a great evil person who caused catastrophe?"

"The rivers and lakes are calm? You have been dead for a long time and don't know anything about the world. Do you know that some Shaolin monk has appeared in the rivers and lakes, and he has made some golden invitations and some legends of destiny, which have made the rivers and lakes abuzz and the world is in turmoil.

turmoil?"

"Hey, peace? I can't see it for long. It's not just the catastrophe of the rivers and lakes, but the collapse of the world and the continuous war. At that time, all life will be really desolate! The people will be robbed! If you are so powerful, why don't you stir up turmoil and cause trouble in the world?

Shaolin Temple has been pacified. How can we bring peace to the world? And bring peace to the world?"

The old man yelled angrily, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Amitabha, what the Sword Saint benefactor said is unfair. Our temple has always been devoted to me, the Buddha, and is merciful. It can only help the world, so how can it cause harm to the world?"

"The myth of martial arts is really compassionate, but how can a mere tyrant be related to the fate of the people? How can the majestic Lord of Heavenly Sword not even see the real catastrophe clearly?"

"who is it?!"

The old man was startled, but the middle-aged man next to him still looked calm. He picked up the wine glass in his hand and said quietly: "It is already dusk and the night breeze is cool. You have been peeping aside for a long time. Why don't you come in and have a glass of wine to warm yourself up."
Chapter completed!