Chapter 122: Not the Foundation Building Period

After doing all this, Li Wufeng, Sun Li, and Qin Baobao stared nervously at the swordsman. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I saw that the swordsman suddenly moved, and made a series of complex gestures with his hands in front of his chest. The speed was so fast that the three of them were dumbfounded. Among the three, only Li Wufeng was able to see the trajectory of the swordsman's gestures, but he was confused, he couldn't see what the swordsman's gestures meant.

The swordsman didn't move after he had done that set of gestures. The breath on his body also slowly stabilized. Then the breath turned. Li Wufeng and Qin Baobao discovered that the cultivation of the swordsman had become the late stage of the Qi refining period.

That's gone?

After a while, Li Wufeng looked at the swordsman who had regained his composure in amazement. He also thought that such a big breakthrough would break through to the foundation building period in one fell swoop. How could others break through the small realm with such a momentum as he did? Moreover, according to Sun Li, he had been in an epiphany for a whole afternoon, how could he only break through from the middle of the Qi Refining Period to the late stage of the Qi Refining Period?

After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the swordsman breaking through again. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for the swordsman to come to his senses so that he could ask him what was going on.

"Uncle Li, look. ”

Qin Baobao suddenly pointed at the swordsman and exclaimed.

Li Wufeng looked in the direction of Qin Baobao's finger, and was also surprised.

It turned out that after the swordsman broke through, he did not wake up, but returned to his previous state again. However, between his breaths, the aroma of wine that filled the entire room was inhaled into the body by the swordsman at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Could it be that this little apprentice is still a drunkard, and he can't help but want to drink it when he smells the wine at this time?

An absurd idea suddenly appeared in Li Wufeng's mind. The ghost sent the drunken dream to the mouth of the swordsman and crooked the wine jar.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that he smelled the fragrance of drunken life and death, and the swordsman really opened his mouth and took a sip of wine. Then it was back to its original appearance.

Li Wufeng's movements froze. Qin Baobao and Sun Li on the side were also stunned.

At first, he was stunned by Li Wufeng. They didn't expect Li Wufeng to put the wine jar to the swordsman's mouth. What is this going to do? Do you drink to the swordsman? Don't you realize it when you don't see the swordsman?

But what stunned them even more was that the swordsman really cooperated with his mouth and took a sip. Which one did the master and apprentice play?

Qin Baobao and Sun Liden were messy.

"Uncle Li, are you..."

Qin Baobao looked at Li Wufeng dumbfounded.

"I... The old man just watched Xiaojian suck in the scattered wine, so I tested him, but I didn't expect this kid to be a drunkard. ”

Li Wufeng put down the wine jar and said with a look of shame. He didn't know why he did this subconsciously because of the ghost. Now that he has been laughed at by the two juniors, he has put all the blame on the swordsman. Anyway, he is not sober, and even if he is, what if he is? Can't you carry this bit of for the master as an apprentice?

It was rare to see that Li Wufeng, who had always been serious, also had such an embarrassing side, and Qin Baobao and Sun Li couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, the little junior brother is like this again, what can I do?"

Sun Li looked at the swordsman who had returned to his original state, and asked with a sad face.

"This is the first time the old man has encountered such a situation. Could it be that this drunken dream of death is really so magical?"

Li Wufeng also looked at the swordsman in distress.

He had never encountered such a situation as a swordsman, and he had never even heard of such a thing happening. Ordinary people don't necessarily have a chance to have an epiphany in their lifetime. How can there be such a swordsman? The epiphany is not over. It's only been a few days since the last epiphany? And now it's coming again? Still hiding in the epiphany?

"Senior nephew Qin, I wonder if the old man can ask you for a drink of this drunken dream?"

Li Wufeng carried the jar drunk and dreamed of death, and asked Qin Baobao with a twist. As an elder, I still think about the wine of my juniors, which is really a little difficult to say. But seeing the swordsman like this, he was really curious.

"Uncle Li, this altar of drunken life and dream death was entrusted by Sister Xia to me to bring to the junior brother of the swordsman, it is the thing of the junior brother of the swordsman, as his master, of course you can drink it. ”

Qin Baobao looked at Li Wufeng's greed, and said with a smile.

"This Xia girl is really generous, since it was given to Xiaojian, then the old man is not welcome. ”

Li Wufeng smiled, took out a wine bowl and brought himself a small bowl. Although this wine is already his own little apprentice. But Li Wufeng was also embarrassed to drink more. The main reason is that the name of this drunken dream is too big. It is rumored to be an ancient wine, but the secret recipe for brewing has been lost, and only a very few people know how to make it. Therefore, Li Wufeng has always only heard of his name but not his true face. Since he is fated to see him today, why should he be cheeky and ask for a bowl to drink.

Li Wufeng gently put the wine bowl under his nose and sniffed it. Suddenly, a more mellow aroma of wine poured into his nose, Li Wufeng took a sip carefully, and then closed his eyes to carefully appreciate the wine.

Li Wufeng only felt groggy as if he wanted to sleep. Subconsciously, he wanted to resist, but he immediately thought of something and relaxed his whole body.

Li Wufeng felt like he was back in his childhood. At that time, my father and mother were still there, and their family of three lived happily in a small mountain village. My father was a blacksmith, so I had a good time. Later, there was a war, and my father was conscripted into the army by the imperial court. He hasn't been back for years.

Later, there was a famine one year, and when the army was in chaos, a group of roving bandits broke into the small mountain village. Fortunately, the gang of bandits only plundered wealth and did not kill people, so Li Wufeng and his mother escaped with their lives, and then began a long career of escape.

For a long time, the mother and mother couldn't eat enough, and finally the mother became ill and died of illness on the way, Li Wufeng buried his mother hastily with the help of the villagers, and then followed the villagers all the way to the prosperous Chang'an City.

In order to survive, Li Wufeng worshiped under the Tang Dynasty Mansion, because he watched his father strike iron since he was a child, so he was successfully admitted to the Shenbing Peak by the master. Although his qualifications were not good, he still relied on his iron-striking skills to eventually become the peak master of Shenbing Peak.

"Drunk and dreaming of death. It turns out that this is drunken life and dream death. ”

Li Wufeng came to his senses, and wiped away the two lines of tears from the corners of his eyes because he missed his parents.

"Sun Li, you stay here with Xiaojian and take care of him, if you have anything to do to look for me again, I have been staying in the main hall for the past few days. ”

Li Wufeng connected the wine bowl without a trace, and the remaining drunken dreams and deaths were stored in the storage space.

"Senior Uncle Li, the disciple also wants to stay here and wait for the junior brother of the Swordsman to wake up, I don't know?"

Qin Baobao asked Ai Ai.

"Whatever you want, but don't reveal the matter of Xiaojian to anyone. ”

After Li Wufeng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

was reminded of the sad past that had been buried deep in his heart, and Li Wufeng left in a state of despair.