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It's like the headache of drinking three catties of liquor without waking up with a hangover, but it's not all, even if Mingkong is now smelling of wine, as if he has just been fished out of the wine vat.

"Little junior sister!"

In the distance of the cliff, someone shouted like this, quickly approaching.

"Little junior sister?"

Mingkong questioned in his mind like this, and then it was as if a certain layer of paper had been pierced, and the things wrapped in the paper were like clothes purchased in a season bursting out of the closet, and Mingkong was sprinkled with his brain.

Her name is Yue Mingkong, and she is the second daughter of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, the heads of the Huashan faction, because she has been unable to cultivate internal strength since she was a child, so she can only descend again and again in the ranking of all the disciples of the Huashan faction, and finally became a little junior sister.

However, it seems that he is the youngest......

The martial arts of the person who made that shout are not weak, at least the internal strength is good, and in a blink of an eye, he has already run to the Siguo cliff in the back mountain of Huashan, and he is still carrying a basket of vegetables and rice in his hand.

Mingkong shook his head and recognized this person as his senior brother, Ling Hu Chong.

"Senior brother, are you here? Did you bring alcohol? ”

Mingkong staggered up from the ground, with a three-point drunken face, and rushed towards Linghu.

"Little junior sister, you are drunk again, let the master see that you have to be on the cliff for another half a year."

Ling Hu Chong held the rickety Mingkong with one hand, put the food basket in his hand aside, and helped Mingkong to the stone platform on the side, and said a little unbearably.

"Hey ......"

Mingkong smiled, a breath of wine rose to the sky, and the drunkenness on his body dissipated a lot at once, and he quickly bypassed Ling Hu Chong's body and pounced on the vegetable basket, opened it and looked, but there was no usual pot of wine every day.

"Why don't you have any alcohol?"

Mingkong turned his head suspiciously, looked Ling Hu Chong up and down, closed his eyes and shrugged his nose, as if he wanted to smell whether Ling Hu Chong had the smell of alcohol.

"Little junior sister, you can't drink today, Liu Zhengfeng and Uncle Liu of the Hengshan faction want to wash your hands and withdraw from the rivers and lakes, and the master will come to pick you up tomorrow and go down the mountain with us."

Ling Hu Chong stretched out a hand and pushed away Mingkong's head, straightening his expression, but when it came to the back, he inevitably brought some happy tones.

Since Mingkong confirmed that he couldn't cultivate internal strength, he has basically been locked up on the Siguo Cliff, although the master said that he was afraid that Mingkong would go out to cause trouble, but so many senior brothers of the Huashan faction saw it in their eyes, and they all felt that it was a bit cruel to lock Mingkong alone on the Siguo Cliff, and now he can go out with Mingkong to play, and he is naturally very happy.

"Oh......"

Mingkong was not as happy as Ling Hu Chong thought, but walked to the edge of the cave and picked a stone platform to sit on, as if the attraction of being able to go out and play around was not as attractive as a pot of wine.

"Go out, in what capacity? Isn't the second daughter of the head of Huashanyue already dead? ”

Sitting on the stone platform, Mingkong asked with a chuckle, as if she was not the second daughter of the head of Huashanyue.

"Uh......"

Ling Hu Chong was speechless for a while, but he didn't know how to comfort Mingkong, although he thought it was inappropriate for the master's decision, but it would be too embarrassing for him to think that the master had done something wrong.

Fortunately, Mingkong didn't intend to embarrass Ling Hu Chong, so he staggered and picked up the vegetable basket on the ground and walked towards the cave.

"Anyway, it's always nice to be able to get out and about......"

As if comforting Ling Hu Chong, Mingkong's voice, fluttering, floated out of the cave.

"Alas......"

Ling Hu Chong sighed, not knowing whether Mingkong's reaction was good or bad, but he had no choice but to stand outside the cave, shook his head, and turned to leave.

After a while, Mingkong probed out of the cave, took a look, and confirmed that Ling Hu Chong had gone away, so he took the basket of small vegetables and tiptoed out of the cave, made a detour, and slipped to the back of the Siguo cliff.

"Master Tai."

An old man stood there, looking like he was about to lose his scum, but Mingkong didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, and honestly carried the vegetable basket over to salute.

This old man is the master of the Huashan faction, according to himself, he is called Feng Qingyang, but Mingkong doesn't care too much about this. In fact, when Mingkong saw this old man for the first time in Siguo Cliff, he almost expelled this old man as an idle person, that is, this old man has two hard hands under his hands, otherwise Mingkong would not be so respectful to him now.

"Hmm."

The old god glanced at Mingkong and continued to turn his head to look at his scenery.

"Senior Brother said just now......"

Mingkong wanted to relay Ling Hu Chong's words just now, but was interrupted by Feng Qingyang.

"I hear you."

was so plain by the wind Qingyang, Mingkong was almost choked to death, I always felt that I seemed to have seen this style of speaking, but when I wanted to think about it, I couldn't think of it anyway.

"Then I'm out, if someone bullies me, can I use the awesome swordsmanship you taught me, Master Tai?"

Mingkong scratched his head and asked again cautiously, but in terms of words and sentences, it was really a little unpleasant, at least when he heard Mingkong's words, his body trembled.

"That's called Dugu Nine Swords!"

Feng Qingyang knocked on Mingkong's head very gracelessly, and what he blew his beard and stared at was a shout, and the spit Xingzi almost flew Mingkong's face.

"Master Tai, can we listen to the point? I mean, can I use this set of Rausch Dugu Nine Swords in front of outsiders? ”

Mingkong rubbed his head, and expressed his dissatisfaction with Feng Qingyang's ability to grasp the key points, but because of Feng Qingyang's obscenity, he honestly changed his words and said Dugu Jiujian.

"Absolutely! Teaching you kung fu is for you to use! ”

The wind is clear, the old man has a headache and a heart attack, how can the ghostly little girl at the beginning become this stupid now.

"Then when someone asks me who I learned kung fu from, what do I say? The old demon in the mountains......"

Before Mingkong's words were finished, he ate the old man's knife again, covered his head and began to roll on the ground, looking at Feng Qingyang with pitiful eyes while rolling.

"Ahem......"

Even at the age when most of his body was in the soil with the wind clearing, he ate Mingkong's cuteness without any defense, and he was breathed and almost choked.

"If someone asks you who taught you kung fu, you say 'your father' taught you."

The old man said this with a wicked smile, and his character dropped by more than one notch in an instant.