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The wine saint has actually seen through Yang Feng's careful thinking a long time ago, they are all people who have lived for so long, and the character of the wine saint is the kind of little things that pretend to be confused, drinking, the feeling in the cloud dream is still what he wants the most. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Drunken Crane Riding the Wind, top martial arts, Yang Feng inherited from Xu Yang's ghost steps, even if the strength of the back is great, it is not enough to catch up, and the wine saint is very accomplished in this regard.

"Senior Wine Saint, what is the first step in learning to ride the wind with a drunken crane?"

The wine saint said that he wanted to teach Yang Feng to ride the wind, but he did not teach him directly, but took him to the back pavilion and let him sit there.

However, Yang Feng thought that the wine saint had a purpose for letting him sit here, so he didn't ask any questions in his heart, but now he found that there was nothing to explain to him, so he sat boringly for more than half an hour, as if the wine saint said to sit and sit, that is, he really sat down.

"Don't worry, the time hasn't come yet." The wine saint is quite leisurely, his temperament is like this, not slow or urgent, if it is a master outside the world, it can be regarded as this temperament, and the wine saint is biased towards the style of a hermit.

Time? Yang Feng heard it at this time, the wine saint asked him to be here because he wanted him to wait for a while, but what was he waiting for, he was still looking forward to it.

"How long will it take?"

The wine saint glanced at Yang Feng, and pointed to the sky with a calm face.

Yang Feng was confused, what does this mean? He pointed to heaven, did he come from heaven? Or is there something else in particular about it? Seeing the unfathomable appearance of the wine saint, Yang Feng suddenly thought of a person - Wang Daoming! Wang Daoming when he pretended to be forced. It's so calm.

Maybe Wang Daoming thinks that the wine saint is very cool like this, so it may be impossible to learn to make himself look so cool, a hexagram saint and a wine saint. I must have met often, thinking of Wang Daoming's old god's unbelievable ideas, as well as his unpredictable style of doing things, this matter is actually uncertain.

"What do you mean?"

The wine saint said lightly: "When will it come, only God knows." ”

“……”

Yang Feng's thoughts about these people are quite eccentric, whether it is Wang Daoming or the wine saint in front of him, or even his master Xu Yang. They don't act like a normal person.

He remembered a saying, that is, if Heaven has given you something, it will take away something from you. Yang Feng felt that it was taking away their normality.

In fact, he didn't think that his style of acting was actually quite abnormal in the eyes of some people, for example, the people who had been trampled on by him beyond recognition must have felt that elusive feeling towards him.

He also inherited some of the characteristics of these people. There are some qualities. They are all the same, so they can be the same kind of people.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when the sun was about to set and Yang Feng felt bored, the wine saint suddenly took his wine gourd from his mouth, and then looked to the north.

"Here we are."

Yang Feng heard these two words, and his spirit suddenly improved directly, and if the wine saint could say these two words, it meant that his wait was coming to an end.

He looked into the distance. At first he didn't see anything, but gradually he saw black dots. Then it got closer and clearer, flying from what seemed to be the edge of the sky.

It was like a line of white scenery, Yang Feng's eyes stared at the boss, he had never seen such a scene, and he clearly felt that these birds were flying in this direction.

"What's that?" Yang Feng asked casually.

The wine saint smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's a white crane, I didn't expect so many to come today, it seems that the old man's sunset drunkenness will consume a lot." ”

Siberian crane? Yang Feng's eyes lit up, he rarely saw this kind of animal, he didn't go to the zoo, naturally he couldn't see it, he didn't expect that there were so many flying here at this time, it was really a wonder.

"Senior Wine Saint, you said that your sunset drunk is about to be consumed again, is it ......" Yang Feng pointed to the group of white cranes in the sky that was about to arrive in the sky with some strange feelings.

The wine saint nodded indifferently: "Of course, the old man's wine pavilion is also where these lovely creatures can set foot, and you can let you see some today." ”

"How can these animals drink? Wine Saint senior, some nonsense...... "Yang Feng is still a little unbelievable, the wine saint's behavior of drinking wine to Bai He has always had a faint strange feeling in his heart.

The wine saint raised his eyebrows: "Hmph, what's wrong with animals, they are much stronger than people, they can't calculate people, if you treat him well, he will treat you well, this is the old man's favorite state of getting along." ”

Listening to the strong resentment of the wine saint, it seems that he has been calculated, and it seems that he is a person who has a lot of connections.

It's also quite pitiful, Yang Feng thinks about it, if he is hurt or betrayed by a particularly intimate person around him, it is estimated that there will be a crack in his heart.

Yang Feng's strange appearance did not escape the eyes of the wine saint, but it seemed that he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he directly put aside this topic, at this time, the white cranes also fell on the pavilion, and many of them stayed in the lake, laughing and playing, Yang Feng's mood also became a little comfortable at this moment.

The wine saint naturally did not sit idle, and went directly to his own wine shop to move out the two jars of wine, and then put them on the wine pavilion.

"Two jars aren't enough to drink." Yang Feng said with some hesitation.

The wine saint waved his hand: "It's okay, the white crane is an animal, it's okay to drink other wine, but my sunset drunk is not the kind for Wang Daoming and your master, it is compressed in concentration, these two altars are enough for these white cranes to enjoy." ”

"Little red, little green! Come here, come here! ”

Yang Feng looked at him a little speechless and greeted those white cranes, this name sounded a little weird, sure enough, the level of this wine saint's name was really scum.

"Hurry up, open this jar, and come here!" The wine saint gave an order to Yang Feng, and Yang Feng obeyed the order and then slapped the wine jar open, and hugged both jars.

The rich aroma of the wine seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and it all burst out at once, which made Yang Feng feel refreshed.

Although it is not as intoxicating as the aroma of the overlord drunk, the sunset drunk that the wine saint compresses the concentration still brings Yang Feng a different feeling.

As soon as the white cranes smelled the aroma of wine exposed to the air, they all rushed over one by one, competing with each other, but it was not the kind of desperate work, Yang Feng found that this also had some rules.

Some cranes can drink it, and some cranes can only drink a little, to varying degrees.

Yang Feng leaned on the wooden railing like a wine saint, looking at these white cranes with gentle eyes, and his heart was very quiet and comfortable.

"Do they come every day?"

"Come once a week, it's a coincidence today, they came, and they happened to be bumped into by you, how about it, these white cranes are good." The wine saint is like a little kid showing off his toys, and he obviously thinks of them as his own friends.

When introducing very good friends, they usually have some proud looks, and it is obvious that the wine saint is like this, and regards the white crane as his proud friend.

"It's good, I don't see many scenes like this." Yang Feng nodded in agreement. "But the wine saint senior, you didn't let me come to see the white crane, that drunken crane riding the wind, ......"

"Let them teach you." The words of the wine saint are amazing.

Yang Feng was stunned, and then said with some annoyance: "Dionysian senior, don't fool me, although these white cranes are special, but I really don't see that they can do martial arts except for drinking." ”

Really, Yang Feng was a little dumbfounded, and let Bai He teach him top-notch light skills, this kind of thing is really unheard of, Yang Feng naturally doesn't believe it.

The wine saint blinked calmly and said: "These are white cranes, and now they are drunk again, their steps, their lightness is the so-called drunken cranes riding the wind, see how they fly, and then you can also drink some wine and see if you can fly like them." ”

After speaking, the wine saint walked directly towards the inside of the wine shop, ignoring Yang Feng's shouting in the back, and directly treating him as air.

"When people are old, it's easy to get sleepy when you drink too much, you yourself study first, and the old man goes to sleep first."

"......" Yang Feng looked at his back in the distance, and suddenly felt that it was quite unreliable for him to be abducted here by such an old drunkard to learn the so-called drunken crane riding the wind, and he was also learning from a group of white cranes, which was even more unreliable.

This old man should have been in a psychiatric hospital, and he should have fallen on his head when he was a child...... Yang Feng now extremely believes that the head of the wine saint is extremely abnormal.

There was no way, Yang Feng walked back to the place where the white cranes stayed, he wanted to see what kind of steps these white cranes could take, and then see if he could see something.

The so-called little red and green were already full, and they were also drunk at this time, and Yang Feng was there looking at them boredly.

At first, Yang Feng looked disdainful, but slowly, Yang Feng's eyes began to focus, and a thick look of horror appeared on his face.

The pace of Xiao Hong's and little green's walking, and the small amount of flying actually brought him an extremely mysterious feeling, which turned out to be the kind of steps that the First Wine Saint used when he fought against the Golden Killer.

This is! Yang Feng's eyes lit up, he thought of something, he was not stupid, at this point, he finally knew that this little red and little green was a white crane specially trained by the wine saint, and they were no longer called white cranes, they should be called martial cranes!

The white cranes could have flown originally, but now that they have drunk wine, they don't fly high, but they deduce the feeling of the drunken crane riding the wind, which is the most natural state of the so-called drunken crane riding the wind.

The white crane is naturally a drunken crane when it is used, and the way it flies is riding the wind, this is the real first-class body martial arts, Yang Feng began to concentrate.

He knew that the opportunity was rare, and since the wine saint had already given it to him, he must cherish it and not waste it, so he began to surprise and concentrate.

The wine saint hung on the beam of the room, and saw the scene outside through the subtle gaps, and the corners of his mouth were bent upward, looking a little self-satisfied.

"The children can be taught." (To be continued.) )