Chapter 300: Sword Like Stars, Poetry Like War Songs

Fire is burning, wine is burning.

Fire is burning in the heart, wine is burning in the heart.

Having met a life-and-death enemy, Zhang Xingyu no longer had the mind to slack off and mix days.

He poured down a large pot of burning knife wine, spat out the wine gas, and waved his knife to start work.

Knife like snow, meat flying.

Thin meat slices like wings trembled up and down, like butterflies stopping on branches.

In a short while, ten iron spits were full.

Zhang Xingyu stopped the knife and waved his hand.

A stream of transparent burning wine flew out of the gourd, turning into white mist and wrapping the iron spits.

Zhang Xingyu waved his hand again.

The iron spits flew up in unison, spinning like wind on the spirit fire.

The strong wine fragrance accompanied by the tempting meat fragrance drifted in the air.

Zhou Baitong twitched his nose hard.

So fragrant! So fierce! It made him seem to have returned to the war-torn Three Realms battlefield.

"That place where I once spilled my youth and hot blood, it really makes people miss it!" Zhou Baitong thought.

Demon King Hali opened her small mouth wide.

So fragrant! So handsome! It made her seem to have returned to her time at the Karlsburg Magic Academy.

"That place where I once left love and sorrow, it really makes people miss it!" Demon King Hali's big eyes gradually became blurry.

Pfft!

Just at the moment when one person and one demon were reminiscing about their youth, Zhang Xingyu had already waved his hand to extinguish the spirit fire.

"Go!"

Zhang Xingyu shouted, and strings of still-burning grilled meat flew in front of them.

Zhou Baitong's old eyes shone.

He swallowed a piece of meat with faint blue fire in one bite.

Then, he closed his eyes, and a fascinated expression appeared on his face.

"Good!"

After swallowing the first piece, he opened his mouth wide, and in a short while, he had eliminated a string of grilled meat cleanly.

After five strings of grilled meat went into his stomach, he raised his head.

"Kid, does this grilled meat have a name this time?" Zhou Baitong asked.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head.

Zhou Baitong tidied his gray hair: "Since that's the case, I, the old man, will take one. I think this grilled meat can evoke our memories of youth, how about 'Youth of Blood and Fire'."

"Not appropriate, not appropriate." Demon King Hali, who had just finished eating the grilled meat, spoke up.

"I think it should be called 'To Our Youth That Will Eventually Pass'." Demon King Hali added.

"Not bad, not bad. Little girl, the name you said is more appropriate than mine!" Zhou Baitong nodded in praise.

"Not bad my ass! My grilled meat is called 'People in the Jianghu'. Drifting in the Jianghu, how can you not be stabbed." Zhang Xingyu spoke.

"Vulgar!"

"Low-class!"

Zhou Baitong and Demon King Hali despised him in unison.

"Vulgar is exquisite, low-class is elegant. My grilled meat, you don't understand!"

Zhang Xingyu sighed lightly, turned around, and waved his knife like rain.

The moon is on the willow tips, people have an appointment after dusk.

The grilled meat was finished, and the burning wine was drunk enough.

Zhou Baitong, with a red old face, pestered Demon King Hali and insisted on comparing again.

This time, he proposed to compare whose courage is greater.

Demon King Hali agreed happily.

Thus, the escape light flashed, and one person and one demon disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head, stood up unsteadily.

Taking advantage of the last bit of clarity, he called out the flying sword Fire Dragon word by word.

After months of warming, the Fire Dragon had regained a trace of spirituality.

"When will the bright moon appear, I ask the blue sky with wine in hand. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace tonight. Go, Fire Dragon, let's go to the sky and pick that moon to ask."

The Fire Dragon swayed, Zhang Xingyu swayed.

One person and one sword swayed and flew toward the sky.

The moonlight was like water, washing the beautiful stone mountain under his feet.

Vaguely, there was a figure dancing with a sword and singing on the top of the mountain.

That person was in white, delicate and elegant, the sword light was like snow, and the sound shook the clouds.

"The precious sword has two flood dragons, snow flowers shine on hibiscus. The essence light shoots into heaven and earth, thunder cannot rush. Once separated from the gold box, flying and sinking lose each other. Feng Hu has been extinguished for a long time, so he hides his edge. Wu water is ten thousand feet deep, Chu mountain is ten thousand miles away. Male and female will never be separated, divine objects will meet."

Sword like stars, poetry like war songs.

The moonlight gathered under the sword, turning into crystal-clear lotus flowers.

The lotus flowers swayed with the wind, making crisp sounds.

Zhang Xingyu stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, his eyes were full of that snow-white figure.

I don't know when, but the Fire Dragon was already in his hand.

Zhang Xingyu let out a long whistle.

The singing started, the sword light moved.

"Zhao guests loosen the Hu tassels, Wu hooks frost and snow bright. Silver saddles shine on white horses, dashing like shooting stars. Killing one person in ten steps, not leaving a trace in a thousand miles. After the matter is done, brush off clothes and go, hiding body and name..."

The sword was like a shooting star, stirring up the moonlight all over the sky.

Jingting Mountain summit.

The man in white walked on the lotus, dancing with a sword and singing.

The sword light was like a tide, and the singing shook the sky.

Lotus flowers danced all over the sky, like stars flashing in the summer night.

When the singing reached a high pitch, the man in white flicked the long sword in his hand, making a heaven-shaking long whistle.

In mid-air, Zhang Xingyu also flicked his sword and let out a long whistle.

In the long whistle, his sword light involuntarily accelerated a bit.

Where the sword light passed, lotus flowers were born and extinguished.

The long whistle stopped.

At the top of the mountain, the man in white stood with his sword pressed.

His gaze shot into mid-air, falling on Zhang Xingyu who was dancing with a sword.

In an instant, Zhang Xingyu's brain was stuffed with massive information.

His forehead hurt, and he fell down like a stone.

When Zhang Xingyu woke up, he found himself lying on a bamboo couch, covered with a thin silk quilt.

He looked around, confirming that this was his own bamboo building, his own room.

Sunlight shone in from the window, illuminating his bedside brightly.

He rubbed his eyes, touched his arms, and touched his thighs.

No injuries, no missing arms or legs.

Intact.

He touched his forehead again.

No fever.

It seems he is really fine.

Shouldn't be.

Could it be that Demon King Hali saved him?

Remember he was drunk last night, wanting to fly on a sword to pick the moon.

When flying to mid-air, he saw a guy in white dancing with a sword on the top of Jingting Mountain.

That person was dancing with a sword while chanting Li Taibai's poetry.

He saw him so dashing that he couldn't be more dashing, so he learned to dance with a sword and sing.

Who knew he was glared at by that person, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

Hey! Drinking ruins things!

And that stinky guy! Too stingy.

Just learned to dance with a sword from you? Is it necessary to attack me with divine sense?

Zhang Xingyu got out of bed, pushed open the window, and let the warm sunlight shine on him.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

Immediately after, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Demon King Hali walked in carrying a plate of spirit fruit salad.

Behind her followed little junior aunt Ling'er.

Ling'er was holding a bag of candy, and the sound of smacking lips came from her mouth from time to time.

The two entered the room and saw Zhang Xingyu standing at the window, and they were all stunned.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu was only wearing tight underwear, revealing a well-proportioned and strong body.

After a while, the two came to their senses.

"Pervert!"

Demon King Hali flushed red, and quickly pulled Ling'er out.

"Cut! What pervert. It's me who suffered! My perfect body was peeked at by you, I lost a lot!" ===== CHAPTER 301 =====