Chapter 23: Houshan Town

Shen Zhenyi was leisurely and deaf to the outside world.
Chu Huoluo couldn't help but ask him, "Master, these five swords are so arrogant. Now the gate of the abandoned Jianshanzhuang is calling for you to cry, what should I do?"
The dead relatives and masters all came to beg Shen Sangong to decide for them.
However, Mr. Wu Jian's strength is extremely high. Whether Shen Zhenyi can resist it or not, no one knows it at all-nothing more than hope that Shen Zhenyi can come forward as soon as possible, no matter the victory or defeat, this catastrophe can be ended.
Shen Zhenyi calmly, "He doesn't dare to come to me, what can I do?"
He lives in Xiaojian Xiaozhu, and just sits and meditates daily. Said to be preparing for Mr. Five Swords, but did not see him holding the sword, Shen Shou and others were worried every day and did not dare to ask more.
Ever since Shen Zhenyi explained the martial arts practiced by Mr. Wu Jian, the world was trembling.
There is such an evil martial art in the world, as if the original concepts were overturned overnight.
Chu Huoluo pursed her mouth and said, "Even now I'm abandoning Jianshanzhuang to retreat and practice. I know in her heart that she is also afraid of meeting the Mr. Five Swords on the way back. When is this storm?
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly, "After I fought with Mr. Wu Jian, the land of Jiuyou will be subverted more, just get used to it."
He sipped white tea, and did not respond to the news of the death of the master every few days.
Jiuyou land, a plate of scattered sand, rat eyes.
Once the moon is cut, the world becomes easier. These so-called masters are afraid that it will be more difficult to face. Now it is not necessarily a bad thing to die under Mr. Wu Jian.
Mr. Wu Jian climbed up by murder, and by August 15th, he would break the tenth state of martial arts.
At that time, the two will fight each other, and cutting the moon should be a high probability event.
Shen Zhenyi couldn't care less about these people.
-Worrying is useless.
He needs to be sincere and improve his combat effectiveness as much as possible.
Time is like a white horse crossing the gap, until August Guizi fragrance, the autumn wind is slightly cold, Mr. Wu Jian has killed as many as 23 people.
He also came within a hundred miles of Abandoned Sword Villa.
It is said that someone once saw Mr. Wu Jian on the roadside, with white hair flying and murderous anger. Just one glance made people tremble with fear.
After hearing the news, the masters who stayed in the abandoned sword mountain village discussed together.
"There are still seven days when Mr. Wu Jian will fight with San Gongzi. Now that he is as murderous as he is, I wonder if anyone will be killed?" Master Liu Ru frowned in the past few days. After this battle, Jiuyou Martial Art Withered It is already inevitable.
Shen Shou is also the same, lamenting: "I asked the third child yesterday-he said no, Mr. Wujian will be retreat in these seven days, and he will not injure others, so as not to kill his murderous spirit. . "
The son should not be wrong, and Shen Shou did not know whether he should be happy or worried.
Qianxian couldn't help asking: "Zhuangzhuang, has the third son said, can he stop the old monster of Wujian?"
Although Mr. Wujian was originally a shadow, he only killed one person in sixty years-still only targeting the world's top masters. The impact on ordinary martial arts people, even the masters of the world rankings, is not too great. dumb.
But this time, he suddenly made a brutal beast, killing so many figures with face and face, has become a public enemy of Wulin. They always worry that if Shen Sangong is not an opponent of Mr. Wu Jian, what will happen next? Will he slaughter the martial arts at will?
"I do not know either."
Shen Shou faced bitterly. "I have found the opportunity to ask the third time several times. The third time always does not answer positively, alas."
The son is of course the world's best, and he defeated the world's eight masters in one move that day, which made his father feel happy. However, Mr. Wu Jian is also an incredible monster. Who can rest assured to play this game?
The heroes are helpless and find that what they can do is nothing more than sigh.
Mengjian Xiaozhu, still nothing.
August 14th.
There is only one night left before the appointment.
Shen Zhenyi sat in the small building of Mengjian, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, suddenly moved, and pushed the wheelchair to the garden.
The weeds are thick and bushy in the garden, and there is a little gloom hidden in the dark corners.
"Master!"
Chu Huoluo jumped out. She was worried about Shen Zhenyi. She had been staying at Mengjian Xiaozhu for the past few days. She saw Shen Zhenyi go out and hurried forward.
Shen Zhenyi was not surprised, and nodded slightly: "Send me down the mountain to a bar."
auzw.com He didn't wait for Chu Huoluo's answer. He turned the wheelchair and walked towards the gate of the abandoned Jianshanzhuang.
Chu Huoluo took three steps and made two steps, hurriedly behind Shen Zhenyi, pushed the wheelchair and said, "Tomorrow that weird is coming. How about you go down at this time?"
She came to abandon Sword Villa, almost half a year ago.
At first Shen Zhenyi lived in Houshan Baita and practiced in retreat. After instructing Chu Huoluo to surpass Zhou Wenzi, he moved out of the customs and moved to Mengjian Xiaozhu. After that, he still lived in a simple way, that is, he fought against the eight masters and went to the gate of the abandoned sword villa.
In addition, he has always stayed in Mengjian Xiaozhu.
Tomorrow is the battle between life and death. Do you say you want to go out and drink at this time?
If the other party is not Shen Sangong, Chu Huoluo will feel that his brain is faulty.
But he is Shen Zhenyi, and he must have his own reason.
Shen Zhenyi didn't answer, and Chu Huoluo couldn't ask.
She pushed Shen Zhenyi out of the gate of the villa and saw the little lights in the town below the mountain. The sapphire night sky seemed more prosperous.
The Abandoned Sword Villa was originally built in the middle of the mountain. At the beginning, it was just a quiet village. But for three hundred years, as the status of the abandoned sword mountain village has become higher and higher, it has become more and more prosperous.
The warrior who dreams of seeing the Holy Land will go to the abandoned sword mountain village all his life. The keen businessmen operate and build here, and now the city has become a wealthy town.
Here is peaceful and rich, although there are often martial arts contacts, but because of the majesty of the abandoned sword villa, no one dares to make trouble.
The young Weijiang people sit in the tavern by the street, look at the white tower of the abandoned Jianshan Villa on the top of the mountain, clap and sing together, there is the other side of their dream.
Jiuyou Land, although chaotic, is still a simple world after all.
Shen Zhenyi put on a felt hat, deliberately unobtrusive, and stopped in front of an open-air shop with a light at the end of the street.
The lights were dim, and the shop's old man looked down and was busy.
He finely cut the braised egg into four petals, golden in color, sprinkled with verdant green onion, and sprayed incense on his face.
Although the wine is usually light, it is also clean and has a sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which makes people drunk without drinking.
These things, however, are sold for a total of 36 yuan.
Shen Zhenyi picked up a piece of braised egg with chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly.
The saltiness is moderate and the flavor is excellent. It is still the flavor of a teenager. In retrospect, it has not been here for six or seven years-no wonder the stall owner has long remembered him.
"Is it delicious?" Chu Huoluo still didn't know why he was whimpering to eat and drink. He bored and tasted half a cup of osmanthus wine.
"It's not delicious, it's just thinking about it."
Shen Zhenyi sighed: "After tomorrow, whether this small town can be preserved or not depends on God's will."
Chu Huoluo was shocked: "You fight in Houshan, will it spread to here?"
According to legend, the ancestors of the martial arts fought against each other, released their anger, and spread all over them. The landslides broke like a natural disaster.
However, this is not testable. Judging from the current situation of the extreme masters, although it will also affect the surrounding terrain, but at most it is only a few dozen square meters.
You said that Shen Sangong was fighting with Mr. Wu Jian in Houshan, and even the towns under the mountain might be affected. Chu Huoluo didn't believe it.
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "It's not that our martial arts in the mortal realm can affect this small town, but everything is different after tomorrow."
Chu Huoluo was a little ignorant, "You just said, cut the moon tomorrow night?"
"After the moon is cut, what will happen?"
She remembered that Shen Zhenyi had told her that the highest state of martial arts was the cut moon and flying fairy.
But after the cut moon, what has changed in Jiuyou Land, she didn't ask it carefully.
"Upside down."
Shen Zhenyi said only four words.
If he has more time, maybe he can slowly guide and ascend the world. Unfortunately, due to the appearance of Mr. Wu Jian, the process of cutting the moon will naturally be advanced, and he can only do limited things.
The old man of the pancake turned his back slightly, but his action was slightly delayed, but it covered the past well. No one would notice except Shen Zhenyi.
He trembled and cut the green onion cake with a spatula, and placed it in the coarse porcelain dish in front of him, steaming and fragrant.
Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly, suddenly raised her glass and shook him away.
"Mr. Five Swords, tomorrow's battle, no matter what the outcome is, there will be no peace here. Why not have a drink?"