It is boring in this teahouse, but living a boring life is better than dying.

But during these days, Meng Jin occasionally thinks of his friend, so he sighs a little, and then makes his tea taste worse.

He originally opened a small teahouse and didn't earn much money. Naturally, people who came here to drink tea could not drink it. Even if the taste was a little worse, they would not be drunk.

So even if he is absent-minded, no one will notice it. Until one day, someone came to the teahouse in heavy rain.

It was an old man, about the same age as him, but his eyes were full of light. The most important thing was that there were swords hanging around his waist. When he came, there were many guests in the teahouse. Those guests were fishermen from the Beihai. After a major event in Beihai many years ago, their horizons were broadened. Looking at the old man hanging his sword, they thought they were the kind of guy who was still chivalrous when they were old, so even if some people found it a little funny, most people still respected it very much.

The old man stood in front of the counter, looked at Meng Jin and said, "I want to have tea."

Of course this is nonsense. Those who can come here can do something if they are not tea drinkers.

Meng Jin smiled and said, "Drink two articles at will."

Tea is not a good tea

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, just put it on the table, boiling water is always available, and once you brew it, you can drink tea quickly.

But the old man was obviously not that simple. He looked at Meng Jin several times and said, "The tea I want can only be made by the old shopkeeper myself!"

Meng Jin said without changing his expression: "Then add one more article."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was no different from an ordinary old man.

The old man hanging his sword didn't understand and asked, "Why do you need to add another article?"

Meng Jin said: "I made tea for you with this old bone, I'm afraid I'll live a little less time. Do you think this penny is worth it?"

The old man Xuan Jian frowned and said, "Since this is the case, a penny is probably too little, so I'll give you more."

Meng Jin didn't say anything. He watched the old man An Xuanjian take out a jade pendant from his arms, with the words "Sword Mountain" on it.

Meng Jin was the head of Jianshan back then. If he hadn't known that he would have died once he broke the realm, or he was still the head of Jianshan now, he naturally knew this jade pendant. The identity represented by this jade pendant was naturally also worshipped by Jianshan, but it was definitely not as valuable as Li Fuyao."

Meng Jin smiled and said, "This piece of jade should be good and worth a lot of money. I used him to make tea with my old bones, which was ruined."

The old man Xuan Jian smiled and said, "Then Master Meng is not going to make a fuck for me anymore. When we were drinking and having fun, you didn't have the same temper."

The three words "President Meng" made the atmosphere here quiet for a moment. Meng Jin looked at this old friend who had not seen for many years and frowned and said, "I don't know you."

Yes, when Meng Jin was the head teacher, he did issue jade pendants representing Jianshan, but not many, only a few pieces. Those swordsmen were not people of a very good level.

And in his memory, the person in front of him would definitely not be one of those who fired the sword jade.

The old man hanging sword smiled and said, "President Meng is really a noble man who forgot about things. Did you forget that moonlit night back then?"

When talking about moonlit nights, Meng Jin remembered many things and the fast sword jade. When he was traveling around the world, he saw a monk in the Spring and Autumn Period. The monk happened to be a sword cultivator. He had a great conversation with him. Finally, before separation, he gave this sword jade. After giving the sword jade, Meng Jin returned to Jianshan. However, it was not long before he heard that someone was doing something bad under the banner of Jianshan. After several investigations, Meng Jin discovered that it was this person. So on a month night, Meng Jin, who had already climbed the tower, took action to kill him.

He watched him roll down the cliff with his own eyes, why is he still alive now?

Meng Jin frowned slightly, looked at the old man, and then said with a little cold expression: "So you came to see me today to tell me that you are still alive and let me kill you again?"

The old man hanging sword shook his head and said with a smile: "President Meng hates evil like a grudge. Of course, this is great. But the matter has passed, who is willing to mention it? It's just that I want to ask President Meng, a few days ago, why didn't President Meng have no idea at all and never see you going to Luoyang City."

Meng Jin's eyes were slightly cold, and then he said calmly: "I have not been concerned about the world for many years. I don't want to pay attention to what you said. Those things in Luoyang City are the affairs of the cultivators of Canghai. How can you and I go upstairs by climbing the tower?"

The old man Xuan Jian smiled and said, "President Meng is very reasonable. But now Jianshan is a young man who is the head teacher. Are you not afraid that this Jianshan will lose its reputation?"

Meng Jin said coldly: "What do you want to say?"

The old man Xuan Jian said, "Of course I am asking Master Meng to come out of the mountain, and I am willing to serve Master Meng."

Meng Jin took a deep breath, was silent for a long time, and then asked slowly: "Although I have been in Beihai all year round, I know a lot of things. For example, now I know that the swordsman lineage already has two sword immortals. In this situation, are you still thinking about why people are going to mess with my sword mountain?"

When he said these words, the sound of swords began to emerge under the tree in the backyard, and Meng Jin's murderous intent began to appear.

As a swordsman of the same generation as Shengjing, he lived longer and was not a fool. Even though he just wanted to live, he was still working hard to practice. Now that he is climbing the tower realm, he is also the strongest one.

His swordsmanship level should be much stronger than Zhou Qing and others.

Even if it is a bit difficult for him to kill this person, it is not too difficult.

Just that

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The old man Xuan Jian had no intention of being afraid. He was also a swordsman climbing the tower. He would not be killed so easily. Even if he died, he would have a certain amount of time.

Meng Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who asked you to come, the master or the head teacher?"

The sacrificial master is Liang Yi and the sacrificial master is Su Ye. If one of these two people is one, it means one of the Confucianism or Taoism.

The old man hanging his sword shook his head.

What he wants to say is definitely not simple.

Of course they are not these two people.

Meng Jin was too lazy to pay attention to him. He waved his hand slightly, and the ordinary people in the teahouse fainted. The sword flew out from under the tree, and all the rust had been removed halfway. When he reached the old man Xuanjian, it was already a snow-white sword.

Meng Jin was one of the representative figures of the entire swordsmanship back then. Even though he was afraid of death and had never dared to take the last step in recent years, his swordsmanship was still extremely powerful.

With the sword in his hand, Meng Jin's aura changed completely, as if he had changed from an ordinary old man to the peerless swordsman who had one sword in his hand and was in the world. At that time, when there was no sword immortal, Meng Jin dared to say that he was the second swordsman in the world, so no one said that he was the first. The Sword Mountain Master of Jianshan stared at the old man hanging his sword, and asked nothing, and a sword was handed out in the flash.

This was the first time Meng Jin made a sword after many years. It was not a move to return to nature, but a terrifying sword move containing his countless sword energy. When this sword was handed out, it seemed that the space in front of him was torn apart.

Countless majestic sword energy surged out from the sword, and countless majestic sword intents were born and destroyed in Meng Jin's eyes.

In just a moment, the gorgeous sword light knocked the old man hanging from the sword to fly out.

Meng Jin brought his sword forward, and the North Sea coast was surging. After many years, Meng Jin's sword finally got out of the sheath again.

The old man Hanging Sword was a little surprised at first, but soon calmed down. He drew the sword to fight against the enemy. In a short period of time, he faced several swords with Meng Jin. However, the two of them had no sword cultivation on the same line, so this sword was not as strong as that sword.

The old man hanging sword retreated step by step.

Countless waves arose, and this is a horrifying scene.

This is Meng Jin's first sword.

Such a strong first sword.

If Shengjing was still alive and had not yet broken through the realm and became a vast ocean, I would be ashamed of this sword.

Meng Jin, who had not made a sword for many years, made a magnificent scene.

Many beads of sweat emerged on the forehead of the old man Xuan Jian. He was almost killed by Meng Jin back then. After so many years, he thought that he would be stronger than Meng Jin after all, even if he was not stronger than him, he would not be much weaker.

But who wants it?

When he met here, Meng Jin was not at all at a disadvantage. Not only that, he seemed to kill someone if he wanted to kill someone, and he didn't take him seriously at all.

This is really too horrifying.

Meng Jin walked in mid-air with his sword. With one sword, a sea water tide rose. After counting the sword, huge waves were everywhere behind him. The old man Xuan Jian was attacked by the sword energy. His face was pale. He said grimly: "Meng Jin, if you dare to kill me, you will die!"

Meng Jin was very calm. He had value only because of people. When people died, what value would there be?

Although he didn't know who was behind this person, he never believed that the person would do something for a dead person.

So half a quarter of an hour later, Meng Jin's sword had broken through countless sword energy and was about to come to the old man hanging his sword.

With the powerful sword energy coming, what else can the old man Xuanjian do besides retreating?

The old man Hanging Sword, gritting his teeth, handed out many swords, and countless sword energy circling beside him. He wanted to ensure that he was alive, because only living was valuable. He knew that Meng Jin wanted him to die, but how could he die now? So he was working hard, but he never thought that Meng Jin's realm was so high and his sword cultivation was so strong.

No matter what action he did, he could not block these swords.

So he had to retreat.

He retreated again and again.

Finally there is no way to retreat.

He was about to be killed by Meng Jin's sword, and at this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. After Meng Jin saw the golden light, he quickly retreated.

As the golden light becomes thicker.

Someone appeared by the sea.
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