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On an unknown beach, someone waved a sword and suddenly the waves slapped up, shattered like jade beads, and fell back to the water.

The man by the seaside was wearing a black robe and covered in silver hair. Who wouldn’t be Luo Changfeng?

He had not yet reached the Endless Peak for many days and had not yet reached the Endless Peak. He had not slashed the sword with him for a few seconds, but instead made him more and more manic. The depression in his heart was also surrounded by thousands of threads. The road ahead was vast and unstoppable. Luo Changfeng walked along the way.

He is absent-minded and clueless.

He didn't know what his wife and children were like in the Bodhi Academy now, nor did he know whether the final direction of the World Association was the same as expected, whether the alien totem army had already arrived at the city, nor whether the heroes of the world united.

He didn't even know whether it was destined in the dark or that everything happened by chance before he came back thousands of years.

He knew nothing.

Looking at the vast river surface, I sighed in my heart. The Luo Changfeng rose from the wind, and the river flew across the clouds, and the figure and back were as small as mustard seeds...

After crossing the sea, he controlled the wind for another 300 miles. Luo Changfeng saw a small city under the clouds, so he restrained his body and descended outside the city.

The city is famous in Yecheng.

Luo Changfeng has never heard of, but in the world ten thousand years later, there is a Sui Ye City bordering the west side of Zhongzhou. He knows it. After ten thousand years, mountains and seas have changed, and white clouds and dogs have become white. He doesn't know what it was ten thousand years ago.

The whole picture of the world cannot be determined whether the two cities are the same.

Without thinking too much, Luo Changfeng entered the city.

He entered the inn, walked up to the attic, took a seat in the center, and asked the waiter of the inn for a pot of wine and a plate of beef.

Ten thousand years ago, the world was vast and sparsely populated, and the population on the mountains, rivers and land was less than one or two of the 100,000 years later. Although the number was small, most of them had cultivation. Even ordinary people could bring out two physical strength.

The common practitioners kill enemies on the battlefield. This is why millions of troops were able to gather in the chaotic disasters ten thousand years ago.

There are not many in-house guests, so it is rare to be quiet.

Luo Changfeng drank a sip of wine and was slightly surprised: "This wine?"

The waiter smiled and said, "This is the Jianxianzui, who lives in Yecheng. It is famous far and wide."

Hearing the waiter's introduction, Luo Changfeng savored his small mouth carefully. After about three or four breaths, he opened his eyes and felt his spiritual consciousness was clear. He couldn't help but say to himself: "I don't know which senior brewed it. Compared to Fengxue

The quick knife face of Yincheng fell down."

There was a young man wearing a high crown on the table next door, wearing a purple dress, and his appearance was no less than Jun Zeyu. There was also a free and easy aura between his eyebrows, which seemed to be hidden with the sharp edge in his eyes.

A man in purple clothes and high crown carries a long sword and has a folding fan on his hands. If there were a category name for the sword immortal in the world tens of years ago, he would have called himself the second most Confucian Sword Immortal, and no one would dare to be the first.

However, he is not a Confucian sword immortal. There was no such title in the world ten thousand years ago. His name was Li Qinglian, who lived in Yecheng. He liked drinking, had an ordinary alcohol tolerance, and was good at writing poetry and dancing swords.

Li Qinglian had a clear ear and eyes. When she heard Luo Changfeng talking to herself, she held a folding fan in one hand and a wine bowl in the other hand, and walked towards Luo Changfeng: "Brother, just said Fengxue Yincheng Quick Knife Noodles, what is it?"

Luo Changfeng invited the other party to sit down and explained: "It's a kind of pasta dish in Xiajia Township."

Li Qinglian held a fan and wrote freehand painting: "I saw all the rivers and mountains of the world at the age of nineteen, but I have never heard of the Wind and Snow Silver City. I think it is also a scenic spot with a unique exotic style."

Luo Changfeng said: "The remote small town is not worth mentioning. I am in Luo Changfeng, why didn't you ask me about my brother?"

Li Qinglian held a fan and clasped her fists: "Residence in Yecheng, Li Qinglian."

Luo Changfeng raised his glass and smiled meaningfully: "Brother Li's method of making wine is unique."

Li Qinglian was stunned when she heard this.

The three great preferences in this life are wine, poetry and swords. People in Yecheng often joke that Li Qinglian pointed to the moon with his left hand as a poem, and the moon with his right hand as a sword. He made good connections with his left hand, and his right hand was unfair. All poetry and swords are invincible, and the most proud in the world is not a sword.

Immortals are better than sword fairy... Even though he personally brewed this famous sword fairy, he never received any praise in the name of wine. So much so that he often reflects on himself and over-dosses, thinking that it is not him, Li Qinglian's sword is too invincible

, it's really bad 'wine'.

Today, Luo Changfeng praised it, which is a great example. It is the first time I have experienced it.

Li Qinglian laughed loudly: "You must have fun in life, and you must drink three hundred cups at a time."

Outside Jiangdu City, Li Taibai recited this poem when he used the Dahe Sword Art. Later, he learned from Li Xingyun that the scholar had practiced some Dahe Sword Art in the academy library.

The rest of the article is very ancient and vaguely an ancient classic that has been preserved from thousands of years ago to the present.

Luo Changfeng never questioned the scholar's words. Today, he heard Li Qinglian chanting poems and drinking wine. He couldn't help but feel a little curious. He thought, could the Confucian scholar Sword Immortal in front of him, really the creator of the Dahe Sword Art?

He wanted to test it.

Luo Changfeng raised his glass to drink, chanting: "Hello, how much can life be like when you encounter wine?"

Li Qinglian, who was smiling, looked at Luo Changfeng with a little surprise. She was alone in a foreign land and was a stranger and knew the elegant poetry in the world.

"What a good sentence when you meet wine, how much life can be." Li Qinglian called out, "Waiter

Brother, I'll wake up for thousands of days."

Luo Changfeng was confused and thought about what Qianri Awakening was? He was about to ask, but he found that the surprise in Li Qinglian's eyes disappeared, and replaced by the wisps of sword intent that gradually ignited silently without any concealment.

Accompaniment with the Qi and cultivation, it slowly spreads around like the spring breeze.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Li Qinglian's move is equivalent to asking for a sword.

But it was just in the face of Luo Changfeng's thoughts.

First, the road ahead is vast and there is no source, and the heart is depressed and depressed. Second, he wants to see how deep and wide the difference between swordsmanship ten thousand years ago. When Shen Nanxing and Pei Busheng's life-and-death duel only witnessed the ending with his own eyes, he still couldn't

It is estimated that those two people have a cultivation level.

The last point comes from a little curiosity in my heart. Because Luo Changfeng couldn't see through Li Qinglian, he recited poems, brewed wine and cultivated swords. Such characters were somewhat similar to Chen Xuan, a crazy poem that ten thousand years later. Could it be that day

Chen Xuandu, the number one player in the North, also inherited Li Qinglian's incomplete mantle, just like Li Taibai, the chess and sword double armor?

Thinking of this, Luo Changfeng was also eager to try it out. But he still couldn't understand what it was to wake up thousands of days.

He didn't ask because the answer was soon found.

The waiter immediately straightened his back when he heard the call and asked happily: "Mr. Qinglian, how many bottles of wine are there?"

Li Qinglian's eyes were still on Luo Changfeng, and she kept moving: "Qianzun."

An uproar suddenly erupted in the inn pavilion, and all the drinkers all cast excited and eager eyes.

The waiter also looked disbelief. He looked at Luo Changfeng in black and silver hair, and then carefully confirmed and asked, "Mr. Qinglian, thousands of jars are awakened thousands of days?"

Li Qinglian nodded: "Thousands of jars wake up thousands of days."

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It turns out that the Thousand Days of Waking Up is a kind of wine, which comes from Li Qinglian like the Sword Immortal Drunkenness. This wine has a thousand bottles, and it is rumored that one bottle and one scent. Although Li Qinglian has a poem, it is necessary to drink three hundred cups at a time.

However, since its inception, the people in Juyecheng have passed down from generation to generation. I have never heard of any drinker who deserves the most proudest person in the world to raise a glass to invite 300 glasses. Just over ten years ago,

Tianjiu Blade, which was known as the world as the world's two birds and Li Qinglian, came down the mountain and entered the city. The two of them woke up in a total of 13 cups, and were asked to leave the city by the sword of poetry, which is the highest record.

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Today, in this small inn and restaurant, a man in black and silver hair was appreciated by Li Qinglian, the most proud person in the world. He invited a thousand cups to never wake up again. What an honor is this?

In a moment, the news of Qinglian fighting wine spread throughout Yecheng, and even those who heard it were three thousand miles away were shocked!

There was a storm in all directions.