Aliang stood up and heard a horn sounding from afar on the battlefield, and the wilderness of the world stopped the troops.

Both sides will clear the battlefield separately, and the next battle may not require a horn.

Aliang came to the pavilion of Zhanlong Cliff, let go of the empty wine pot in his hand, rotated his body, howled, kicked the wine pot out of the pavilion, and threw it on the martial arts field.

The war came to an end, and for a moment, the sword cultivators on the city were like migratory birds returning to the north, returning home one after another, with sword lights and picturesque scenery.

Retreat, recuperate, refine swords, and drink.

The deceased have passed away, and the sadness of the survivors will be dissolved in the wine bowl, drink or drink, and drink one by one at the wine table.

Aliang forgot that master said at the table that a person's belly is the best wine jar in the world, and the old friend's story is the best raw juice. Adding the bitter gallbladder, and then blending the joys and sorrows, you can make the best wine, with endless taste.

After thinking and slapping my thigh, this master is just me.

It’s really bad to be too arrogant and you have to change it.

Soon a group of people returned to Ning Mansion from the top of the city with their swords. Ning Yao suddenly fell down quickly and landed at the gate, talking to the old woman.

The rest of Chen Sanqiu, Duizhang, Dong Huafu, Yan Zhuo and Fan Dache, still headed straight to the pavilion, floating down, and putting his sword in the sheath.

Aliang held on the pavilion pillar with one hand and hit the ground with his toes. He looked at the graceful woman and sighed: "Diezhang is a big girl."

Dizhang smiled and shouted Aliang.

When she was a child, Dizhang often squatted with Aliang on the streets and alleys, men were worried about how to make money for alcohol and drinks, and the little girl was worried about why she didn't let herself buy wine. Every time she bought wine, she could earn some copper coins and broken silver for the escape fee. The "fight" between the copper coins and the copper coins in the rag bag, if one or two pieces of broken silver was added, it would be the most pleasant sound in the world. Unfortunately, Aliang had too many times on credit, and many shopkeepers in restaurants were afraid of her when they saw her.

Dong Huafu asked, "Where is the big one?"

Aliang smiled and said, "Ask your mother."

Dong Huafu smiled and said, "The mountains and hills are piled up, my mother said you helped Dizhang to give this name, and you are not at ease."

Aliang said helplessly: "What do you think about this? Let your mother read less Haoran's world's cosmetics. Only your family has so many books. I don't know how many bad-hearted book dealers in Nanposazhou have supported. The printed version is not good, and the content is written in a vulgar way. Among the ten books, none of them can be read for the second time. Your sister is even more a conscience-ridden girl. There are so many key pages, why are you tearing it up? How about toilet paper?"

Dong Huafu didn't say anything, and he had a share in this matter. His sister was flirting with her books and was full of murderous intent. He was only responsible for helping to tear the books, and then his sister secretly bound them into a book.

Chen Sanqiu kicked his boots, sat cross-legged, with a leisurely attitude, leaning against the railing.

He should not like Dong or Dong should not like Aliang, but this is not the reason why Chen Sanqiu did not like Aliang.

On the contrary, Chen Sanqiu admired Aliang's freedom and freedom very much, and was also grateful for some of Aliang's actions back then.

For example, for himself, Aliang had a private fight with the old Sword Immortal and cursed Chen Xi, the head of the Chen family, but did not tell Chen Sanqiu from beginning to end. Chen Sanqiu only learned these inside stories afterwards. But when he knew, Aliang had left the Sword Qi Great Wall, wore a hat and a bamboo knife, and quietly returned to his hometown.

Some sword immortals have high sword skills but are not free, and they are always uncomfortable in the world.

It seems that the most free Aliang always says that true freedom is never about worrying.

Fatty Yan was rubbing the shoulders and knocking the man's back, and asked in a low voice: "Aliang, what is my sword technique now? After going to Haoran, can I make the fairy feel like a deer? Have you ever said that as long as it is a sword fairy, even if she is not so handsome, she is the best rouge for a woman. When she sees her masterful swordsmanship, they are like applying blush. Do they count on it?"

Aliang nodded and said, "How can you not count? Haoran is very familiar with Haoran. If you have the opportunity to travel there in the future, I will give you a map and mark all the hills with fairies. Don't be foolish about asking about swords. Just go to the foot of the mountain, take the sword, walk around the hills, play a set of swordsmanship, and finish the work. Don't say anything during this period. Take off the wine pot and leave the fairies with a back with their heads tilted to drink. Until this moment, you recite a poem loudly and leave it away..."

Yan Zhuo's head was as big as a dustpan, "Aliang, I can't recite poems."

Aliang said, "I have it. More than 300 sentences in a booklet are all poems tailored for us sword immortals. Is it for you to buy with your friend?"

Dong Huafu asked, "You have used all the poems in the booklet for a long time?"

Aliang was a little disappointed.

Fan Dache is the most restrained.

He is not familiar with Senior Aliang.

Even though Senior Aliang is approachable, for Fan Dache, he is still high above, close to him, but far away in the sky.

It's like many young sword cultivators meet old sword immortals, big sword immortals like Dong Sangen, Lu Zhi, and the seniors may not look down on the younger generation, but the younger generations often look down on themselves involuntarily.

Aliang smiled and said, "Your name is Fan Dache?"

Fan Dache nodded quickly and was flattered.

Aliang said: "You entered the Golden Dan Realm earlier than I and the eldest Sword Immortal originally expected."

Fan Dache couldn't believe it.

Can you even catch the eyes of Senior Aliang and the elder Sword Immortal?

Aliang smiled and said, "Actually, every child's growth is seen by the eldest sword immortal. It's just that the eldest sword immortal is shy and doesn't like to be polite to others."

This is not easy to answer.

After all, it is not the second shopkeeper who treats others with sincerity.

After Ning Yao and Madam Bai separated, they walked onto the Stone Road of Zhanlong Cliff. After Ning Yao arrived at the pavilion, Aliang and everyone had their seats.

Ning Yao was tired and asked, "Aliang, is he seriously injured?"

"That kid has been unable to sleep well and was knocked unconscious by me. The sound of thunder is so good now."

Aliang said, "It should be difficult for Chen Ping'an to go out of the city to fight again in the short term. You should stop him from fighting in the previous fight. It's too dangerous and you can't develop the habit of gambling."

Ning Yao shook his head and said, "He is the big deal, I can't persuade him."

Aliang was amazed, "Is Ning Yatou still the one I know?"

Ning Yaomo sat down without saying a word, leaning on the pavilion pillar.

She carried a sword box and was wearing a snow-white robe.

Inside the pavilion, chat casually.

It was mostly Dong Huafu asking Aliang about Qingming's deeds. Aliang was bragging about how great he was there. He was not capable of punching the second brother, after all, he could not decide the winner, but he could win and lose with his style without a sword, but not a feat that everyone could accomplish.

If you pretend to be relaxed, you will definitely be difficult to let go of things.

Aliang finally gave these young people some sword skills, pointing out the bottlenecks and barriers of their respective practices, and then stood up and said goodbye, "I'll go find acquaintances to ask for wine, so you can go back to your own house as well."

Ning Yao stood up and watched Aliang and all his friends go away one after another.

She walked down the Dragon Cliff alone, went to the small house, gently pushed open the door, crossed the threshold, sat by the bed, gently held Chen Ping'an's left hand that had been poked out of the quilt, and was still trembling slightly. This was a trembling soul and an unsteady appearance. Ning Yao's movements were gentle, putting Chen Ping'an's hand back on the quilt. She lowered her head and bent, reached out to wipe the sweat from Chen Ping'an's forehead, and gently smoothed his slightly frown brow with a finger.

Chen Ping'an likes himself, Ning Yao is very happy.

But Chen Ping'an likes her, so she will be so tired. Ning Yao is a little angry with him.

So Chen Ping'an, who was sleeping, had just relaxed her eyebrows when she frowned.

What should I do? I can't dislike him or I can't bear to leave him alone.

These sorrows have not yet fallen, but are in my heart again.

Aliang went back to the city, but instead of going to the hut, he sat next to Wu Chengpei, who was still diligent in practicing swords.

Wu Chengpei looked at the battlefield. The golden river had been put away by the saints of the three religions. There were still some scattered battles on the earth.

There is no sadness on the face, and people suffer unspeakable pain.

For many sword cultivators who have just arrived in other places, the local sword immortals on the Great Wall of Sword Qi almost all have strange tempers and are difficult to get close to.

Aliang didn't say anything either.

Wu Chengpei finally spoke, "I heard from Mi Hu that before Zhou Cheng died, he said, 'It's not very meaningful to be alive, so just look at it'. Tao Wenze said that it's rare to be relaxed when he dies. I envy them very much."

Aliang said: "It is true that not everyone can choose how to live, but they can only choose how to die. But I still want to say that it is better to live than to die."

Wu Chengpei said: "In the years when you are away, all the foreign sword cultivators, whether they are dead or alive now, or whether they are high or low, are all impressive. I have no resentment towards Haoran World."

Aliang took out a pot of Xianjia wine, uncovered the mud seal, swayed gently, the wine smelled so much, lowered his head and sniffed it, and smiled and said, "The wine has passed another autumn, and the wine has won the fragrance of osmanthus every year. The wines of Haoran Tianxia and Qingming Tianxia are indeed not as good as the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Wu Chengpei suddenly asked, "Aliang, have you ever had a woman you really like?"

Aliang thought about it and was about to speak, but Wu Chengpei shook his head and said, "No need to answer. I regret it when I ask this question. I guess I regret it even more after listening to the answer."

Aliang smiled, "Walking in the world, there is no love for children, what kind of wine should I drink? Look at those infatuated species, which one is not a drunkard soaked in the wine jar. Everyone in the love field is a coward."

Wu Chengpei was a little surprised. This damn Aliang rarely said a few serious words without any meat.

Lu Zhi rarely appeared and sat on the other side of Wu Chengpei.

Aliang threw the wine pot in his hand, but was slapped back by Lu Zhi. Aliang stopped the wine pot and complained: "Why are you polite to your brother Aliang, just a pot of wine."

Lu Zhi raised his arm.

Aliang lamented, took out a pot of new wine and threw it over, "Female hero, be careful of the details."

After drinking, Lu Zhi asked, "I heard that there is a Taoist sword immortal lineage in Qingming, which has a long history. What is the specific sword technique? How about the great master of Longhu Mountain?"

Aliang rubbed his chin, "You mean the Master Sun from Daxuandu Temple, you have never dealt with me. I feel a little regretful. The female crown sisters from Daxuandu Temple... Oh no, it is the peach forest in Taoist temple. Whether there are people or not, the scenery is wonderful. As for the great master of Longhu Mountain, I am very familiar with them. The nobles of Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion are very enthusiastic every time they serve guests, and they can be said to be mobilizing the masses."

There is no need to talk when meeting, first let’s hit the top of the five thunders, of course I’m very enthusiastic.

Aliang moved Wu Chengpei's head away and smiled with Lu Zhi, "If you are interested, go back to visit the Tianshi Mansion and report my name first."

Lu Zhi sneered: "Reporting your name? Isn't it equivalent to asking Longhu Mountain for a sword?"

Aliang laughed and said, "The one who knows me best in the Great Wall of Sword Qi is Lu Zhi."

Wu Chengpei said: "Two, I'm practicing swords, drinking and chatting, and going somewhere else."

Lu Zhi said: "Before the heart dies, I can't make any good sword."

Wu Chengpei said: "It's not your trouble. I only know that the flying sword is 'Ganlin'. Even if I never practice it again, I will still be among the top three in Class A. The natal flying sword of Lu Dajian Immortal is only in Class B. The A book of the Summer Palace is clearly recorded."
To be continued...