Under Shen Lingxi's narration, Chen Yi picked up a background story of Xu Jinghong.
If you unfold it, it's probably about an invincible swordsman who was tempted and could no longer lift his sword.
The time goes back to nine thousand five hundred years ago.
The Jinghong Sword Immortal failed in his calamity to become an immortal, his heart was shattered, and he wandered decadently in the human world, using the alias Meimo Lao Xu. He had an untidy beard, disheveled hair, and carried a wine gourd, going mad everywhere.
Xiuzhi is an ordinary woman from a small town at the foot of the mountain. She is gentle and kind. Every day, she warms wine and pours tea for passers-by in a tavern on the street, listening to the various anecdotes told by the Jianghu people. Although she has never set foot in the Jianghu, she is yearning for that mysterious and bizarre world.
On this day, a crazy drunkard came to the town, carrying a wine gourd that seemed to never be full, a rusty and broken sword on his back, and his Taoist robes were tattered and emitting a foul odor.
Almost all bars avoid such weirdos.
After all, in this world where cultivators roam everywhere, there will always be a few guys who have gone wrong with their practice and come out to hang around, and this crazy drunkard is obviously one of them!
Even the monks were unwilling to be contaminated by such a weirdo, so how could a group of mortals like them dare to offend the might of God?
Of course, hide if you can!
Of course, this does not include Xiuzhi Bistro.
It was raining heavily that day. Xiuzhi looked at the self-proclaimed innocent Lao Xu lying on the hard bluestone slab with his arms and legs spread out, letting the cold icy rain hit his face. Even though he was shivering with cold, he was still laughing crazily. Finally, she couldn't bear it and went to him with an umbrella.
"Although I don't know what you've been through, it's cold. If you don't mind talking, come home. I'll warm up a bottle of wine for you to warm up your body. You look so cold..."
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"I am afraid, but I am more afraid that you will freeze to death outside my house..."
Her eyes were misty like hot springs. She seemed a little afraid, but in fact she was full of enthusiasm, revealing a concern that was quite moving.
Old Xu was slightly stunned. He looked at the other party holding the umbrella mostly above him, while half of his body was wet by the rain. He somehow went home with her.
From then on, the old Xu became a waiter in Xiuzhi's tavern and enjoyed it very much. He loved chatting with Xiuzhi in his spare time, and Xiuzhi always looked at him tenderly. They spent ten wonderful years together.
Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me...
Ten years later, when our eyes meet, I feel palpitations. I miss you when I can’t see you, and look for you in the crowd. When I find you, I pretend not to look at you…
Everything looks happy.
However, this world is not an ordinary world after all.
On this day, demons from outside the domain invaded, and terrifying pressure swept across the world. A group of frightened beasts broke into the small town, and the terrifying beast tide rushed around. The people fled in all directions, and their cries resounded through the sky!
Xiuzhi was knocked down by the ferocious beasts in the chaos. Just when she thought her life was in danger, suddenly an extremely dazzling sword light flashed by like a startled wild goose, and instantly cut all the ferocious beasts in half!
"Xiuzhi, Xiuzhi, are you okay?" Old Xu ran over to help her up with a terrified look on his face, his eyes full of fear.
Xiuzhi looked at Lao Xu in a daze. Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, her intuition told her that it must have been Lao Xu who did it!
Thinking back to when Lao Xu talked about the strongest 'Jinghong Sword Immortal' in the world, that high-spirited and energetic look on his face, I immediately had a guess.
So after the beast tide, Xiuzhi quietly dug out the rusty broken sword buried by Lao Xu, and came to him determinedly.
"Lao... Lao Xu, I think you shouldn't stay in this small tavern. You are not Lao Xu, you... you should stand proudly above the nine heavens, just like you said, as graceful as a startled swan, unparalleled in the world, and wipe out all the chaos in the world with one sword!"
There was a flash of longing in her eyes, and she handed the broken sword to Lao Xu with great solemnity.
Xu Jinghong was silent for a moment, looking at the evil demons rampaging in the sky, forcing the great monks of the time to retreat step by step, and he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly:
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