As the night grew late, the curtain fell at dusk, and everything seemed silent, with the occasional sound of drinking glasses coming from the brightly lit buildings.

"Come, Brother Leek, I'll do this glass of wine first!" Wang Yuanlong took the wine glass with great effort, raised his head and drank it all, his face slightly red.

Jiufang Ming raised his wine glass and observed secretly, it seems that this Wang Yuanlong can't drink a little, and his drinking power is obviously not better than himself.

Wang Yuanlong drank it all, and then presented the empty cup to everyone present to check, confirming that he was not cheating.

Jiufang Ming smiled indifferently, and drank it all, the liquor entered his throat, and the pain was scorching, and then there was a feeling of comfort, and a little drunkenness appeared on his face.

"This wine is really good!" Jiufang Ming learned from Wang Yuanlong, showing the empty wine glass to everyone to see.

Ming Jinmeng looked bored on the sidelines, thinking that there was something good about this wine.

"One more drink!" Wang Yuanlong blushed slightly and said.

Ming Jinmeng pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but the liquor poured into the pot was already full, and it looked sparkling against the backdrop of half a red candle.

The liquor hurt in the throat, and Jiufang couldn't help but think of his hometown, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking up at Gu Mingyue, drinking and sending homesickness.

Ming Jinmeng poured the wine of the two, then put down the wine jug, and sat down quietly, on the wine table, there was only one woman in Ming Jinmeng, so he felt that there was nowhere to have fun.

Jiufang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the wine glass in Wang Yuanlong's hand.

The two raised their glasses, and Jiufang Ming deliberately lowered the wine glass than the wine glass held by Wang Yuanlong, which is also a kind of etiquette, Wang Yuanlong is an elder, and Jiufang Ming is younger, and he has only passed the weak crown.

Being able to cultivate into an illusionist at the age of a weak crown shows that the qualifications are against the sky, and as Wang Yuanlong expected, the Nine Directions will definitely be a demon in the future.

"Come on, do it!" Wang Yuanlong was in a good mood when he saw that Jiufang Ming was not rude, and he was extremely modest.

The feelings are deep and boring, and Jiufang Ming and Wang Yuanlong can only be said to meet in Pingshui, and they don't know each other if they don't fight.

Jiufang Ming also raised his glass, raised his head and drank freely, cup after cup, both of them were a little drunk, but they both looked at each other in a daze.

"You brother, I, Wang Yuanlong, have made up my mind. Wang Yuanlong pressed the wine glass on the table, pointed to Jiufang Ming and said, this young man, no matter what his identity is, the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it is.

Jiufang Ming put down his wine glass with some embarrassment, looked at Wang Yuanlong, and then nodded solemnly.

Calling the Phantom King a brother is not an honor, and more importantly, the friendship between brothers.

Jiufang Ming got up, motioned for Ming Jinmeng to pour a full glass of wine again, and then walked in front of Wang Yuanlong and raised his glass.

"Big brother is above, please be worshiped by my younger brother!" Jiufang Ming drank it all, there were some tears in his eyes, in this foreign land thousands of miles away, his heart was so warm for the first time, compared to the fight and killing outside, Jiufang Ming suddenly wanted to return to the countryside and live comfortably.

"Okay!" Wang Yuanlong supported his somewhat drunk body, and it was difficult for the Phantom Monk to dismiss such a thing as wine.

Jiufang Ming, who was under the hat, paused slightly, put down the wine glass, and sat next to Wang Yuanlong.

The two did not get drunk until late at night.

............

"Leek...... Leek?" Wang Xinwei looked at the intoxicated Jiufang Ming, poked Jiufang Ming's face with his hand, and was about to lift the hat of Jiufang Ming to see the true face.

Jiufang Ming had already noticed the movement, but he didn't expect it to be Wang Xinwei.

"You're looking for death!" Jiufang said coldly, and then conjured up a flying sword and slashed directly at Wang Xinwei.

Wang Xinwei was frightened, his face turned pale, and then he froze in place, at a loss.

"Ah Wei, why are you ...... again" The previous teenager ran over and looked at Wang Xinwei in surprise.

Wang Xinwei frowned slightly, and sighed lightly: "Big brother, why don't you understand my hard work......

Jiufang is unknown, so this Wang Xinwei has challenged his bottom line more than once to harass himself.

"Leek senior, in fact, Ah Wei wants to learn art from you, and seeing that you are not interested in women on weekdays, he thinks ......" The young man was a little embarrassed and speechless.

Jiufang was speechless for a while, this Wang Xinwei really thought that he liked men.

"If you want to cultivate the arts, you can, but you can't sacrifice your body. "Nine Directions Guidance.

"But it doesn't matter, I still have a soul ......," Wang Xinwei said with some bitterness.

"Alas, okay, I'll let Brother Wang teach you cultivation when I go back......" Jiufang Ming shook his head and said earnestly.

Wang Xinwei's face was overjoyed, and he excitedly kissed Jiufang.

"Big brother, I love you!" Wang Xinwei burst into tears, when he was very young, he saw a group of strange people soaring for nine days, soaring through the clouds, so unhappy, and he could only look dryly.

And Jiufang Ming's words undoubtedly gave himself a guarantee.

"I'll go, get out!" Jiufang Ming punched Wang Xinwei, Wang Xinwei fell to the ground in response, and the tears in his eyes kept rolling.

"It's so cool! I can cultivate!" Wang Xinwei got up excitedly, and then staggered towards his residence.

"This forest is big, there are really all kinds of birds, this Wang Xinwei ......" Wang Yuanlong saw clearly in the dark, and said helplessly, as soon as he thought of teaching this Wang Xinwei, Wang Yuanlong was a little worried that his evening would not be guaranteed.

To tell the truth, Wang Yuanlong really hates his nephew, iron is not steel, Cheng Chan doesn't want to fly on the branches to become a phoenix, restless and self-conscious, but fortunately, Wang Xinwei's qualifications are no worse than ordinary people, but for so many years, Wang Xinwei thinks he is mediocre and has not made any progress.

............

Early in the morning of the third day, Jiufang Ming said goodbye to Wang Yuanlong and was ready to embark on a new journey, wanting to take the first step, but was still followed by Ming Jinmeng.

"Why are you so clingy?" Jiufang said impatiently, this Ming Jinmeng, who has been by her side for a long time, has become a little inch-inch, and she also asks questions that shouldn't be asked, which is really a bit excessive.

"I'll stop by with you!" Ming Jinmeng said unrelentingly.

"What does it have to do with me that you go your way. Ming Jinmeng said casually.

Ming Jinmeng was driving the flying sword, her hair was messy in the wind, and her heart was a little messy, and the reason for all this was the young man in front of her.

"I think you're trying to hold on to me. Jiufang Ming sneered, having his own abacus in his heart.

Before leaving, Wang Yuanlong gave himself a lot of Yuan Stones, which was enough to have 100,000 medium-grade Yuan Stones, and this property was placed in the Wuya Sect, I am afraid that only the elders of the sect could have so much savings, and Wang Yuanlong was 100,000 medium-grade Yuan Stones.

You must know that a medium-grade yuan stone is equivalent to ten low-grade yuan stones, and on the other hand, ten medium-grade yuan stones are equivalent to a high-grade yuan stone, and 10,000 high-grade yuan stones are worth a superb yuan stone.

Compared with the old man Ming, Wang Yuanlong is indeed generous, very generous, and the grace of dripping water will be reciprocated by a spring, but Wang Yuanlong told Jiufang Ming not to take money too seriously, and it is the saddest thing to spend money if there is money.

Ming Jinmeng is also a bystander's day, it is difficult not to think about his money, the husband is not guilty, he is guilty, Jiufang Ming not only feels that Ming Jinmeng is playing the idea of his own money, and then he is very vigilant, because he faintly feels that Ming Jinmeng must have a more powerful back hand and hole cards.

The so-called "heart of defense is indispensable", although Jiufang Ming doesn't know much about Ming Jinmeng, but his impression of her is very bad, and his evaluation of Ming Jinmeng will only be low and not high.

"Whoever cares about your broken money, you men will use it to talk about things. Ming Jinmeng said dissatisfied.

Jiufang Ming didn't think so, and accelerated the speed of the flying sword, and if the good man didn't fight the evil woman, he didn't believe that she could keep up.

"Let's go!" Jiufang Ming turned his head slightly and gave Ming Jinmeng a gesture of disdain, as if to say that you are chasing me.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was so arrogant, Ming Jinmeng's young lady's temperament was also undoubtedly revealed, and she also instilled phantom yuan power into the flying sword with all her might, increasing her speed.

Won't let you leave so easily. Ming Jinmeng smiled slightly, looking at Jiufang Ming not far away, her eyes were full of longing, she wanted to know the true identity of this young man, and everything about him.

Although he played tricks in front of Jiufang Ming, Ming Jinmeng still relied on Jiufang Ming in his heart, and it was the first time he relied on one person so much, and this person left for a while, Ming Jinmeng was a little at a loss.

"I seem to ...... I like him......" Ming Jinmeng whispered softly, looking at the black-robed young man, his beautiful eyes lingered, he liked a person, he didn't need to say much, and he didn't need to say anything gorgeous.

Fang Xin secretly promised, a pool of spring water at the bottom of Ming Jinmeng's heart was slightly rippling, full of shy ripples.

............

"Is she really with me all the way?" Jiufang Ming noticed that Ming Jinmeng behind him was still chasing after him, full of helplessness, how could he provoke such an aunt and grandmother, he didn't say anything about beating himself on the day of the competition, and now he is still chasing after himself.

"Where is he going? Further ahead is the Phantom Beast Mountain Range......" Ming Jinmeng saw that Jiufang Ming did not slow down, knowing that there was a dangerous and unknown Phantom Beast Mountain Range ahead, Ming Jinmeng still stubbornly followed.

The Nine Directions Harnessed the Flying Sword and landed not far from the outskirts of the mountain range, stopping its form and vigilantly surveying its surroundings.

Even if the Phantom Beast Mountain Range is deep in layers, there are also some powerful Phantom Beasts on the periphery, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the lamb to be slaughtered at the door.

Ming Jinmeng also fell to the same place with the Nine Directions, stepping on the solid ground, Ming Jinmeng's mind suddenly sobered up a lot.

The air on the outskirts of the mountain range was filled with the smell of blood, and the previous long flight of the imperial sword was indeed exhausting, and the phantom power was not replenished in time, Ming Jinmeng was a little drowsy.

"You aunt...... Come and harm me again!" Jiufang Ming cried bitterly, this Ming Jinmeng did not take any pills to replenish the Phantom Yuan Power halfway, nor did he rest in time, and he also took more than one pill to restore the Phantom Yuan Power halfway to replenish his energy, in case he fell halfway.

Ming Jinmeng clapped his hands and said disdainfully: "This kind of realm phantom beast, this girl is naturally a slap in the face. ”

"Really stupid, this woman. Jiufang scolded secretly.