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Facing the sunset, Wang Daoming lay on the rocking chair, there was a slight drunkenness in his eyes, he couldn't drink on his face, his face still had no color, the wine gourd in his hand kept sending liquid to his mouth, although his eyes were a little drunk and cloudy, but they were still clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's worthy of the sunset drunk brewed by the old guy of the wine saint, and it's so strong to drink it against the sunset."

Jiusheng is another master in Huaxia, when facing the masters of the eight countries, Wang Daoming was defeated, and Jiusheng picked three masters in a row and became famous in a battle.

The wine saint has a weak temperament among many Chinese masters, as if he has been in wine all his life, and always puts poetry on his lips.

The drunkard's intention is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers.

He has been talking about this sentence, and those who are familiar with him know that the greatest pleasure of the wine saint is to travel in the mountains and rivers, and there is no trace of the line, Shennong sees the head and the tail, but there is a little bit of Hong Qigong's figure in the eagle.

However, the winemaking skills of the wine saint are indeed unparalleled in the world.

Took another sip of sunset drunkenness, at this time Yang Feng's shouts had been inaudible outside for a long time, and the corners of Wang Daoming's eyes were covered with fine lines, but there was still no sign of getting up.

Yesterday he left the south gate quite hard, he did not expect that all the thugs in the city came to search for him, in the end he still pulled two people over the mountain to leave, and then took an ox cart.

The realm powerhouse is no longer something that ordinary people can imagine, Wang Daoming also understands this when he reaches this realm, with Yang Feng and Jiang Yuan, he is still full of energy.

In the morning, he arrived at his Taoist temple, and then Jiang Yuan was sent away by him. Leaving Yang Feng alone, he tied the rope, and he deliberately used hemp rope soaked in sesame oil. He also gave Yang Feng a pair of special hemp boiling powder, and the knot of the rope was also a nine-palace knot.

"That kid is too arrogant, let's tie him up for two days."

You have delayed Yang Feng's suffering, Yang Feng doesn't know it, he knows that the little kid in front of him who looks nine or ten years old is not easy to mess with.

"Hey, little brat, untie the rope for the master."

"Dao Ye is not a little kid. Scream again and beat your ass out of you. ”

"Okay, you call your master to me, you are his disciple. Let me tell you, I am the same generation as your master, and you can't help but respect me. ”

", how old are you. How old is my master. You are the same generation as him, are you a child? ”

“……”

Yang Feng looked at the little kid in front of him speechlessly, this character, this style of speaking, Yang Feng really couldn't see that this was a child.

That unscrupulous old god stick is indeed the culprit who destroyed the flowers of the motherland.....

Yang Feng slandered in his stomach and taught a nine-year-old child like this, Yang Feng also admired Wang Daoming's destructive ability.

Is this a Taoist temple, or a rogue nest that shapes hooligans? This is still to be verified.

Looking out the window, you can already see the sparse stars in the sky. Seeing that Xiao Daotong was still sitting there, Yang Feng was a little curious about how this child could stay for so long, aren't children of this age all lively and active.

"Little brat, what are you doing, except arguing with me, I see you've been sitting here all day."

Sitting on the futon with his eyes closed like a little adult, Yang Feng felt that if he sat down like this, he must have fallen asleep, and there was no second feeling.

"Don't call me a little brat." Dao Tong said very unhappily.

Yang Feng said aggrievedly: "But I think your age is like this, you still don't let me call, what kind of reason is this, didn't you say that your family doesn't talk about shopping?" ”

"That's about monks, not about our Taoist priests." Xiao Daotong corrected Yang Feng very seriously, to make him understand that monks and Taoist priests are not the same kind of people.

"Aren't monks and Taoists all monks?" Yang Feng is proud of his wit, can the little kid still be able to compete with my three-foot incorruptible tongue?

Sure enough, the little Taoist priest closed his eyes directly and ignored Yang Feng, Yang Feng lost the fun of bickering again, looking at the stars outside the sky, he still felt very sad in his heart, if he didn't look down to see if there was any money on the ground, the old god stick would not succeed.

Now that he has figured it out, the old god stick is the same person as him, if there is money on the ground, will the old god stick not pick it up and let him pick it up? Just think about it.

Yang Feng determined the ultimate reason for his captivity.

After a while, Yang Feng looked at the Taoist boy who was meditating and said, "Little brat, are you practicing?" ”

"Nonsense, of course Master Dao is practicing, Master will come over to check and see if I use it."

Yang Feng continued to ask: "But I see what kind of skills you have practiced after sitting for a day, I have never heard of such idle kung fu." ”

"This is called Zen Gong, I don't know if it's a little lonely." Xiao Daotong glanced at Yang Feng disdainfully, with a lonely expression.

Despised ...... Yang Feng understood, but if he was angry at this time, then there was really no one to chat with him, and he didn't know what knot the old god stick was tied up, if it was a rope soaked in sesame oil, he didn't care about it, but the knot of this rope was too pit.

Yang Feng found that if such a knot was tied, the toughness of the rope would be greatly improved, and it would be very strong, even if he was full of internal strength now, he would not be able to break free, not to mention that Yang Feng felt that his whole body was weak now, and he really couldn't lift his strength.

"By the way, little brat, what is the piece of cloth that was stuffed in my mouth today, how do I feel that my mouth has always had a salty taste?"

Xiao Daotong opened his eyes slightly: "What cloth?" ”

Yang Feng said: "Even today, when I shouted loudly, you thought I was noisy, and then stuffed me with a piece of cloth, that cloth, is it the cloth used to make hair cakes in the kitchen, why do you still need salt to make hair cakes?" ”

"It's better that you don't want to know."

"Why?" Yang Feng assured that he was definitely asking a casual question, but the attitude of this little Taoist boy made him want to take off his pants and spank his ass.

Xiao Daotong stood up, looked at Yang Feng, and asked seriously, "Do you really want to know?" I'm afraid you'll want to die after you know it. ”

“…… Just tell me the truth, even if it's a rag. ”

Yang Feng made full preparations, it seems that the origin of the cloth is quite shallow, Yang Feng suddenly felt that he shouldn't ask, because it is better not to ask.

Xiao Daotong clasped his ears and said lightly: "Since you asked sincerely, then I will tell you mercifully, that cloth is ......"

Yang Feng pricked up his ears, and suddenly felt his heart pounding so fast.

"It's my master's crotch cloth......"

Suddenly, Yang Feng's eyes were dull, he felt that the sky had collapsed, and it was pitch black in front of him, this result was too cruel, and it reminded him of the song Cruel Moonlight.

"That's not right! Who still uses crotch cloth now, and now it's popular to wear underwear, your master won't be so retro, right? ”

Xiao Daotong looked at Yang Feng who was still dying, and suddenly there was a sense of pity in his eyes.

"Don't comfort yourself, in fact, Master said that we are Taoist priests, retro Taoist priests, so let's all change to wear a crotch cloth and practice real retro."

"Damn, stinky god, dare to sin me!"

"By the way, there's one more thing I haven't told you." The little Taoist priest said.

Yang Feng suddenly felt a very uneasy feeling in his heart, and his eyes looked at Xiao Daotong with a slight straightening, he didn't know what Xiao Daotong was going to say, it was not a good thing anyway.

Xiao Daotong said with a smile: "Originally, the master asked me to wash it during the day, but I wanted to watch you, so I was lazy and didn't wash ......."

Yang Feng's eyes widened: "The crotch cloth of the old god stick that has not been washed...... You stuff my mouth, believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you into Zhu Bajie and his second aunt! ”

It was originally a very intimidating sentence, but Xiao Daotong looked at Yang Feng's colorful appearance, and shook his head with a smile: "If you don't believe it, you can come if you have the ability." ”

Yang Feng bared his teeth, but he couldn't frighten the little Dao Tong who was already bold enough to a certain level, and he didn't know how this kid Wang Daoming was cultivated.

Yang Feng felt that this little Taoist boy had a bit of his demeanor back then, and at that time, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, that is, he was pretending to be in front of his master.

"Wang Daoming, if you don't come again, when the master has the strength, you have to demolish your small broken temple, your small temple can't accommodate the great god of the master, do you know !!"

Yang Feng's roar was very harsh in this dark night.

Wang Daoming, who was no longer on the rattan chair and ran to the trunk of the tree, pursed his lips, licked the smell of wine that remained on his lips a little, smashed it, and smiled.

"This young man is still so energetic, so let him tie him up a little longer."

Yang Feng shouted wantonly, the little Taoist priest closed his eyes and practiced Zen Gong there, Wang Daoming asked Qingtian about the wine on the tree, and then asked Mingyue after asking Qingtian, so uncomfortable.

Han Ruoli had already arrived in Yanjing at this time, and Huanbo's driving skills were naturally not a problem, Han Ruoli did not go back to Han's house, but went directly to a bar, a bar called 'Jun No Return'.

After entering, there was no movement, and half an hour later, Huan Bo came out and drove away, but Han Ruoli stayed in the bar.

The Han family and the Yue family also did not move, although they already knew the information about Han Ruoli's entry into Beijing, but they just didn't move at all.

Yang Feng arrived in Yanjing City, and he didn't know what kind of wind he was going to set off (to be continued. )

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