"Time is like a knife."

In response to Zhang Junbao's inquiry, Yue Yuan just said this. He paused, turned his head and said: "I have already used half of my sword moves. Junbao, your next opponent will be him. He is responsible for the rest."

Half a move done.”

"Isn't this a perfect match between two pedantic people?"

"ha!"

"I never thought that one day I would have such a pedantic moment."

Shaking his head, Yue Yuan walked out with a wry smile on his face.

In the main hall.

After Yue Yuan opened the door and walked out, Zhang Junbao and the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared were the only ones left in the hall.

Pedantic?

What does this mean?

Zhang Junbao, who seemed confused, did not directly ask Yue Yuan why. He knew that the answer would come from this middle-aged man who suddenly appeared. When he turned around, his eyes fell on the other party. What he saw was that the other party had already appeared.

He couldn't stop coughing, and his face looked slightly weathered.

This man looked extremely tired.

In other words, this man from a senior generation who doesn’t know when and where he came from.

Eyes met.

The middle-aged man slowly put away the flying knife that was in Zhang Junbao's forehead. Instead of taking action as Zhang Junbao expected, he coughed several times and squatted down. He didn't care about the brocade clothes on his body and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"You don't understand?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man spoke up. His voice was slightly hoarse, as if his throat had been traumatized. The hoarse voice was unexpectedly not so unpleasant, but had a different flavor.

In one sentence, Zhang Junbao knew that the senior in front of him from an unknown time period was a man with a whole story.

Pedantic...

"Based on your age, I would call you senior, but based on your status...that's all."

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The middle-aged man made a move towards Zhang Junbao, who was standing there motionless. He reached out and patted the ground. He didn't care about the splashing mud at all. He made an invitation gesture and said:

"Do you have any wine?"

"???"

"I have a pedantic love story about rivers and lakes, and I want to tell it to you, who he thinks is equally pedantic."

"..."

Zhang Junbao looked a little strange.

Zhang Junbao stared blankly at the middle-aged man sitting casually on the ground. Facing the other party's invitation, Zhang Junbao was very conflicted for a moment.

This third move...

How could it be like this?

The earth-shattering confrontation that he imagined did not happen, but instead... the people in front of him were talking like old friends, which made even Zhang Sanfeng, who was over a hundred years old, hesitate for a moment.

Half a moment.

Zhang Junbao, who had looked at each other for a long time, finally made a decision. After saying "wait a moment" to the middle-aged man, his figure disappeared into the roofless hall. After a while, he came back again with two bottles of wine.

Appeared in the main hall.

This pedantic man's pedantic Jianghu story was called pedantic Zhang Junbao by Yue Yuan and he was interested in hearing it.

Of course there is wine.

That was what Miss Guo Er took with her last time she went up the mountain.

Taking the wine bottle thrown by Zhang Junbao, the middle-aged man directly pulled out the stopper, raised his head and took a sip. After taking a few sips, he couldn't help but praise: "Good wine! True daughter.

Red! It’s still an old wine that has been buried for decades!”

"..."

Zhang Junbao, who also took a sip, was startled when he heard the words. The other person's words seemed to remind him of something.

Lower your head.

He looked at the wine bottle in his hand blankly and murmured: "Daughter is red?"

Zhang Junbao has always rarely drank alcohol.

The taste of wine is not important to him. He drinks a little occasionally, just because he is too familiar with the person. As for the wine... it is just a comment on whether it tastes good or not.

Although he is not familiar with wine, what kind of wine is Nuerhong and what does it mean? How could he, Zhang Sanfeng, not be clear about it!

At the middle-aged man's words, Zhang Junbao felt an inexplicable stabbing pain in his heart.

He is innocent at heart and pedantic, but this does not mean that he is a fool who doesn't understand anything.

It took quite a while.

Shaking his head, Zhang Junbao took a fierce sip of wine, then sat on the ground and said with a wry smile: "I really want to hear it now."

"Say it."

"This is a love story that can be used to drink wine with these two pots of daughter's red wine."

Outside Zhenwu Hall.

When Yue Yuan pushed the door open and walked out, then closed the door behind him, he stood not far away and just stayed there.

far away.

Everyone who had discovered this situation long ago changed their expressions upon seeing this.

Among them, Wudang disciples are the most prominent.

In their eyes, what they see is the failure of their ancestors. They are afraid of... such consequences. They dare not imagine. They are afraid that Wudang Mountain will be destroyed today. As for the Mingjiao people, they also dare not step forward. Everyone who wants to

Anyone approaching the Zhenwu Hall was stopped by that knife-like gaze.

What's going on?

What happened in Zhenwu Hall?

Everyone around them felt uneasy at this moment, and the entire mountain became extremely quiet for a while. Even the injured and moaning people were gritting their teeth at this moment, for fear that the slightest sound would break the weirdness in front of them.

situation.

After one stick of incense.

Yue Yuan, who had closed his eyes to repose, suddenly opened his eyes. He heard a scoff from behind, and a bright light flew out from the Zhenwu Hall, penetrated the wall, penetrated the plaque hanging in front of the Zhenwu Hall, and flew through the air. Only

A small mark was left on the plaque.

at the same time.

The door was pushed open.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had returned to his old state, slowly walked out of it. Each step he took was as heavy as a thousand pounds. It was so heavy that people didn't dare to breathe heavily. He looked extremely tired.

"I..."

"senior."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly interrupted Yue Yuan and said, "I will ask Wuji to tell senior the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King."

"There is some chaos in Wudang Mountain now. I asked my seniors to bring the Ming Cult people down the mountain. I apologize for Wudang being rude and unable to entertain the distinguished guests." After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng walked slowly past Yue Yuan, step by step without looking back.

Walking in the direction of the Wudang disciples in the distance.

behind.

Yue Yuan was stunned.

The words that had reached the point of giving up on getting Xie Xun's whereabouts from Zhang Wuji were suddenly stuck in his throat.

A cold wind blows.

The weather is getting colder, and the weather has become colder than ever.

Looking at Zhang Junbao's slightly hunched back, his temperament seems to have aged with the vicissitudes of the world.

For a moment, Yue Yuan was silent.

…

Affection.

What will it be like if it reaches the extreme?

It is said that a daughter is as tender as water. Will such extreme affection turn into a downpour before her eyes?

Dongting Lake.

Scarlet Fairy Li Mochou, dressed in red, stood under the heavy rain, looking at the wind and rain in front of her indifferently.
To be continued...