In a trance, Mo Xiaohe looked at the quiet world for an instant, the scorching sun, the breeze like water gently blowing the soft leaves of the trees, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

He is just a man with no father, no mother, no money and no power. In the face of the peak of the Divine Concealment, even if it was just a saintly powerhouse, such as the giant dragon that fell from the sky before, he immediately had no power to fight back.

He's just a prodigal bastard with no backbone.

There is an older sister Mo Xiaoyan, although it seems that she has abandoned herself, there is an old swordsman Uncle Ying, although she is dead, there is an old lady Ying who does not love enough in this life, although she is old, and there is a silly and stupid Zhang Ze brother, although she is not here.

But at least these people care about themselves, and Mo Xiaohe feels that this life is enough.

And now, it is really inexplicable, to become the richest and most beautiful man in the Instrument Spirit Country, Cangsheng's apprentice, and will he become the future Son of Heaven in the Guilin Kingdom?

The woman who stood in front of him before, with her hand on his shoulder, Mo Xiaohe had never seen her, let alone knew her, and this person's neat hair, slightly fierce eyes, and face were full of abuse.

But Mo Xiaohe saw her eyes looking at her, full of love.

This is the way Uncle Ying and Uncle Ying look at themselves.

It's the look of an older sister looking at her younger brother.

This is a look that you will never give up even if you are fighting against the whole world.

It's a look from the heart.

It's a sight to behold.

But Mo Xiaohe was still in disbelief.

Why should you take all the good things in the world?

From the bottom of his heart, he really just felt that he was a scoundrel.

He wanted to defeat Xia Zhenren in Great Xia, and then snatch back Uncle Ying's soul from the Book of Heaven, but he had nothing to do except follow the instructions of his sister Mo Xiaoyan to find Cangsheng.

There are so many powers in the world, he is so weak, he is overwhelmed, and at the same time he is unwilling to give in and survive in the world.

It is undeniable that as a weak person, obediently avoiding the big forces, not confronting, and flattering more, it is a survival plan that will not go wrong.

Survival is the premise of strength.

Dignity and self, before life, how weak they are, at least in the eyes of many people, are negligible.

But he did, and he couldn't do that. Instinctively, you can't do that. Just as a hungry man will not murder his relatives to eat, just as a hungry man will not stab his mother to death and drink blood to quench his thirst.

So at best, he's just a worthless, self-exiled, arrogant and wayward waste, but that's it.

People who have nothing live in the world for the sake of life and death, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, live in the world for the sake of life and death, for the sake of firewood, rice, oil, and salt, for the sake of life and death, for the sake of life, for the sake of firewood, rice, oil, and salt, for the sake of life, for the sake of life, rice, oil, and salt, and for the sake of life, for the sake of life, rice, oil, and salt, and for the sake of life, noble, and for the sake of their loved ones, and even more sacred, they live temporarily for the resurrect

In fact, these are all behaviors, and they are not a shameful thing.

There is no high or low.

Mo Xiaohe has been afraid and wanted to retreat in the face of power many times, when everyone in Shili Street died tragically, she was afraid and wanted to retreat, and when facing the power of the dragon falling from the sky, he was also afraid and wanted to retreat.

He had convinced himself countless times that he was willing to do this, willing to perform such a tragic and admirable feat, but he really couldn't do it.

Therefore, he dared to go to Ximen County, dared to raise his sword to the dragon, and dared to continue the Dao heart of one sword and one thought.

So he's a piece of shit.

Therefore, Zhang Ze, Zhang Hu, Uncle Ying, and Shili Street are all waste.

Mo Xiaohe had seen many people look at him. For example, the old man Ao Bing of the Divine Pavilion, such as Qian Zhen, Qian Yan and Qian Lai's family in Ximen County, such as Boss Fu.

For example, the drunken and sloppy man in front of him.

It's all looking at the waste.

It's funny to say, the man who looked at him in front of him seemed to be Cangsheng's third apprentice?

.....

Feng Su, the third apprentice of Cangsheng, squinted his drunken eyes and looked at the sluggish young man under the scorching sun.

"Who is that, what are you looking at?"

He pointed to Mo Xiaohe, walked with vain steps, and used the wine language that did not follow the previous sentence, like an old madman who was drunk and crazy on ten miles of street, "You stupid stupid boy! Are you my fucking junior brother?"

Mo Xiaohe was a little clueless.

Is Cangsheng really a big devil?

Is this drunkard his third senior brother?

Is he a Cangsheng apprentice? Why did he become a Cangsheng apprentice?

The woman who smashed the dragon with the mountain in her hand before, why did she look at herself with pampering eyes?

Why didn't the man in front of him recognize himself? And he looked at himself like a waste?

Mo Xiaohe didn't know, so he was silent.

The two looked at each other like this. Feng Su on the strength of the wine, a trace of inadvertent dazedness flashed between his eyebrows.

The young man in front of him, with very flowing hair and ragy clothes. The body stood so straight, his head was like the sword hanging in the air in his hand, half-skimmed, his eyes were glazed, no matter how he looked at it, he was a fool.

But is it a real fool, or is it a fake fool? How can this fool have a broken soul, just an ant, and appear here?

And he is still different from everyone else, standing alone in the avenue blocked by the three major forces?

Why is he not afraid of himself? As a notorious drunkard in the Instrument Spirit Country, he beats people indiscriminately whenever he drinks, and he will be beaten to half death when he hits, this young man doesn't know?

In his torn soul, how could there still be a trace of the power of the ancient phoenix faintly entangled?

In the center of his brow, how could he hide a sword that was about to move, and it looked like he was ready to attack himself at any time?

Why does he look a little handsome? With an angular face, neat and beautiful sharp and oval eyes, and a morality that is not afraid of anything and will die at any time?

Why do you look more carefully, the more this young man has the meaning of Cangsheng?

"Are you fucking sick in your heart, or do you have a hole in your brain?

But Feng Su still raised his head and scolded. As wise as he is, how could he misrecognize his little junior brother?

But the broken young man in front of him had his head deeper, and he was still silent.

The third senior brother, Feng Su, suddenly felt a little weak. I'm really afraid that I will scold the wrong person.

He was a notoriety, well-known, the most industrious drunkard in the Instrument Spirit Country.

After all, the master has a lot of money. Hundreds of years ago, his master scavenged all the spiritual veins, soul veins, empty trees, beast forests, and even worthless gold in the most fertile land of the Instrument Spirit Country, that is, Guilin, and hid them in his ring.

Therefore, Cangsheng is the richest person in the Instrument Spirit Country. The resource output in his ring is several times more than the current resource output of any of the three major forces in the Machine Spirit Country.

Moreover, there are many people in Guilin, and there is no half city and half slave under his hands, so this rich and rival country's resources only need to support fourteen masters and apprentices, and the masters and apprentices naturally do not worry about money.

The most important thing is that Cangsheng's fighting ability is indeed not strong, but his ability to escape and hide is first-class, and he is also especially able to steal things, and his ability to steal people is a must.

Even the true realm's Xia Zhenren apprentice, Guangshenzi, who is known as the fastest, can't catch up with Cangsheng.

Even Xia Zhenren, who claimed to be the most knowledgeable and discerning in the true realm, could not recognize Cangsheng's true cultivation realm

Even if the real realm is recognized as the most powerful fight, the golden-bodied ancestor under the Bodhi tree is difficult to touch a finger of Cangsheng.

Even if he is one of the three masters of the true realm, Wu Daozi, who is known as the ubiquitous mad Dao Sect, if Cang Shengtie wants to hide, this Wu Daozi will never find the slightest trace of Cang Sheng.

Of course, over the years, there have naturally been people who kidnap Cangsheng's apprentices to spend some money. But the Cangsheng apprentices are all wonderful, and they don't like to go down the mountain, after all, there is everything on the mountain. Moreover, this group of wonderful apprentices has also learned from Cangsheng, and they are very good at hiding, hiding and saving their lives.

The only one who loves to go down the mountain is the big apprentice Yu Tong. This woman went down the mountain at two ends in three days, but every time she went down the mountain without exception, she went to Ambiguous Island and directly argued with the overlord Yuan Liu.

Although Yu Tong was beaten every time his nose and face were swollen, he retreated and ran back every time. is as strong as Ambiguous Island, and he can't get a penny from Yu Tong again and again. If you can't afford to pay for it, you will definitely lose your life.

There is such a master, the people on the mountains of Guilin, naturally sit back and relax and obediently become a miser.

With such a master, it is natural to raise a group of honest apprentices who are full of food and idle fart.

After all, if you have a lot of money, you don't have to worry about whether others can afford to look down on you.

If you have more money, you don't have to worry about eating, drinking, and Lazar. Even if it is a cultivation that spends a lot of money, there is no need to worry about running out of resources.

There is a lot of money, and those who are good in wine do not worry about not having wine, those who are lustful do not worry about beauty, and those who are good in rouge and clothes do not worry about not having rouge and clothes.

And the three brothers Fengsu is the most worrying one among the masters and apprentices.

He drank every day.

I drank the most expensive sake in the real field. This wine is the most powerful creature in the beast forest, that is, the beast yuan of the nine-headed dragon at the peak of the Divine Hidden Peak, plus the Divine Hidden Soul Stone and the Divine Hidden Spirit Stone, and then brewed for three days and three nights with the vast void true power of the Divine Hidden Peak, and it can only be sealed in a unique space, without the slightest bit of real empty debris.

If there is no impurity in the void, it means that there is not even air.

Hence the name of this wine.

The aroma of Haoju wine can reach the spring breeze for ten miles, and a small sip of the stomach is like a drunkenness, so I will not talk about this.

The key is that this wine can nourish the kidneys and spleen, nourish blood and calm the mind, temper muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and help martial arts cultivation.

The most important thing is that after drinking, you can still brag on your head and face.

Therefore, ordinary people can boast about this wine for a lifetime when they see it, and if they smell it, they can glorify their ancestors, and if they can have a drink, they will have to spend the luck of their ancestors for eighteen generations.

If you can buy a pot, it can only mean that you are not an ordinary person.

However, Feng Su not only drinks Haoju wine every day, but even brushes his teeth and rinses his mouth in the morning.

Even when he took a bath at night, he poured a pot full of wine and drank wine while bathing with wine.

In this way, Feng Su, who has the fragrance of wine in his belly and body, can naturally learn from his master and secretly go out to find a beauty.

This Su master is one of the masters and apprentices.

His parents were also high-ranking people during their lifetimes, and as soon as his parents died, he sold all his slaves, rode a donkey, took a pot of wine, drank wherever he went, got drunk wherever he wanted, robbed beauties wherever he was drunk, and then fought wherever he wanted.

In the end, he met Cangsheng, who had the same smell as him.

However, he knew that the wind was not as good as Cangsheng, so he had no choice but to recognize the latter as a master.

This is how the master-apprentice relationship came about.

However, the most chic Fengsu in his life is now very unchic.

The young man in front of him is his little junior brother?

If so, I scolded others and couldn't get off the stage.

If not, how can it be so similar?

"your grandma's idiot!"

Feng Su looked at the young man in front of him, his head sank deeper, and he was unusually angry, so he simply didn't do anything, and scolded your grandma and my grandfather again.

But Feng Su didn't know if he was scolding the young man in front of him, or if he was doubting himself.

"You bastard!"

"You have a broken soul and can only live for twenty years at most, how can you be my junior brother?"

"Your soul is incompatible with the void, and you will be a waste who can't advance in this life! Dirty waste like dirt in the gutter! How can you be my little junior brother?"

"You are also a demented madman, a grass man like a toad, how can you be my little junior brother?"

Feng Su borrowed the strength of the wine, and the more he scolded, the more he scolded. He saw that the young man in front of him was still silent except for the deeper and deeper his brows, and no one around him had stopped him, he was sure that he was scolding right.

If no one stops him, it means that this young man is really not his junior brother.

So Feng Su raised his foot and prepared to kick it over.

"Third Senior Brother, don't fight! He's really a junior brother!"

At this time, a very nice voice sounded, like a heavenly sound.

This is what the thirteenth junior sister shouted.

The thirteenth junior sister can understand the minds of ordinary people, and that young man is an ordinary person, so the thirteenth junior sister can understand the thoughts of young people.

And the thirteenth junior sister won't lie.

Therefore, the thirteenth junior sister said that the young man is a junior brother, so it must be.

Feng Su, who was halfway there, seemed to be really drunk in an instant, his feet were tied like boulders, and he was extremely heavy, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Third Senior Brother, don't pretend to be drunk. ”

"Little junior brother, he didn't blame you. ”

The little junior sister Jian Dan shouted out again.

In the end, a group of silly senior brothers and sisters, in the jokes of thousands of machine spirit people, hugged their little junior brother.

It's embarrassing.

Amazing.