Hearing Lin Ye's words, Tie Chuanjia's body tensed and his eyes looked straight at Lin Ye.

"What a pity? Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Please, brother, please." Li ** smiled freely, held the wine glass with both hands, and said to Lin Ye.

"It's a pity that I don't touch the wine." Lin Ye nodded gently and drank it all in one go.

The ones who came to the tavern were not drinking, which made Tie Chuanjia and Li ** slightly stunned.

"I have always heard that Li Tanhua's flying knife has been fired once he takes action. I really want to see it, but now I don't seem to see it." I drank the clear water in the wine glass in one mouthful, and then Lin Ye sighed.

I could feel that Li ** was definitely a master, a master worthy of his own sword. Although Lin Ye could not see the level of internal strength, Lin Ye could feel the aura on Li ** that Li ** was even more powerful than Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi who had already broken through that day.

Even at this moment, Li ** was already in this situation.

But he still has hands, he can still see it. He has a knife on his body, so he is the famous "First Sword of the Wind and Clouds" Li Tanhua.

"What's so good about a flying knife?" Hearing Lin Ye's words, Tie Chuanjia's body was tense tightly, and he subconsciously stood in front of Li **, with his eyes as big as a lantern, looking straight at Lin Ye.

"If it is the flying knife in the hands of others, there is naturally nothing good to look at, but the flying knife in the hands of Li ** will be different." Lin Ye said with a smile.

What I want to see is not Li **'s method of making a knife, nor how powerful Li **'s sword is. What I want to see is the martial arts hidden in Li **'s flying sword and the spirit of Li **'s flying sword.

Because Lin Ye knew that there was absolutely no flying sword skill in this world that was perfectly fired.

All there is is a spirit, a spirit of martial arts.

Only then can we turn decay into magic, and turn the original ordinary flying sword into the first sword that is tempting and has nowhere to avoid.

Just like the sword in Lin Ye's hand, if placed in the hands of an ordinary jianghu person, it would be an ordinary sword, but in Lin Ye's hand, it would be a sword that can kill people, a sword that has its own life.

"You really want to see the flying knife in my hand." Looking at Lin Ye, Li ** spoke. Even though he was already seriously poisonous, even if he couldn't even hold the wine glass, no one could underestimate him, just because he was Li **.

"Who doesn't want to see Li **'s flying knife in this martial arts world with his own eyes, so I am no exception." Lin Ye looked at Li ** and said.

"No, different." Looking at Lin Ye, Li ** shook his head gently.

"kindness?"

"Others want to see my flying knife because I know that they want to break the myth of Xiao Li flying knife, such as "Little Li's flying knife," Li ** took a sip of wine, then coughed twice, and her whole face became paler.

"But you, I can feel that you just want to see my knife." Li ** said to Lin Ye.

"Since that's the case, why don't you let me see you with your own eyes?" Lin Ye said lightly at Li **.

"Because once the flying knife is out of hand, even I can't decide the life and death of that person." Li ** said in front of Lin Ye.

"What a pity." Lin Ye sighed.

"What a pity?"

"There will never be a real Li flying knife in the future." Lin Ye said to Li**.

"Wine, wine, wine, wine, bring me wine quickly." At this moment, I suddenly saw a man staggering in, plunged onto the counter, and shouted loudly.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed as if he could not drink alcohol and would immediately die of thirst.

I saw this man wearing a blue robe that was washed white, with greasy sleeves and chests covered with greasyness. His hands were covered with mud. Although he was wearing a plastered turban, his hair was exposed like wild grass. His face was yellow and thin, and he looked like a poor scholar.

The guy beside him frowned and brought him a pot of wine.

The man didn't use a wine glass. He drank half of a pot of wine into the spout like a whale sucking water. He then let out another scream and jumped and said, "Can this be considered wine? It's simply vinegar, and it's vinegar mixed with water..."

Hearing this, the guy said with his eyes wide open: "There is not no good wine in the shop, but..."

Although he didn't finish his words, anyone knows what the next thing was.

Hearing this, the man was furious and said, "Do you just think that the old man has no money to buy wine? Take it!" After that, he shook his hand and threw out a ingot of fifty taels of Guan Bao.

The faces of most ** and shops have always changed with the amount of money, and this shop is no exception, so good wine comes immediately.

The man still had no time to use a wine glass, and drank a pot of wine from his mouth to his mouth. He turned his eyes and sat there, as if he was breathing suddenly and he couldn't even move. Others only said that he was drinking too quickly and suddenly had a tendon. People like Li ** who loves wine knew that he was just savoring there.

After a while, he saw that he had long breath, his eyes lit up, his face shiny, and he murmured: "Although wine is not good, he has to be more careless in such a place."

The shop guy laughed and said with a smile: "This small restaurant has been hidden for more than ten years and I have never been willing to take it out."

The man suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "No wonder the wine tastes too light. It turns out that it has been hidden for too long. Find a jar of new wine to mix it. It is not much or less, but it can only be mixed with 30% and then make a few dishes to serve."

The shopkeeper said, "I wonder what dishes you always want?"

The man said, "I know that you can't get any good things. Slaughter a phoenix chicken and find some tender ginger to stir-fry the duck intestines, and then deal with it. But the ginger must be tender, and the feathers of the phoenix chicken must be removed from Yujing."

Although this person seems poor and sour, he is not vague at all when eating and drinking.

"Mei Er, you are in trouble again now." Lin Ye said, looking at the man who was like a poor scholar.

Li ** and Tie Chuanjia, who were beside him, looked at Lin Ye and the man in surprise. Obviously, they did not expect that the two of them would have something to do.

Hearing Lin Ye's voice, Mei Er suddenly stood up, turned around and saw Lin Ye sitting next to Li ** and shouted: "It's you!"

At this moment, a sudden sound of horse hooves suddenly stopped outside the door. Mei Er's face changed a little, but then he returned to normal.

Looking at the wine on the table, I drank three cups in a row, chewed it slowly with a piece of duck intestine, and said leisurely: "The road to the drunken countryside is always here, but it is hard to walk anywhere else..."
Chapter completed!