From the four words of the ominous person said by the old man in the illusion realm that he met at the Mochizuki Mountain Gate, to the later demon and evil spirits, and then to the later Fang Mu Warlock who made indiscriminate moves, his identity has changed from a member of the evil enemy in China to a strange person in exile in a foreign land.

Walking on the streets of the royal capital, a trace of confusion began to appear in the eyes of the aimless Wang Tofu, because at this time his heart had already been occupied by loneliness and loneliness.

Also in the royal capital, Mu Ziliang finally turned around and left in front of the Taifu Mansion, last night when he was startled by the slightest fluctuation and finally came to the bank of the river in the royal capital, everything was over, only the ethereal voice of Master Fang Mu and the sound of the river still echoing in his ears.

"Seven days later, Mingfeng will destroy the demon ......"

When he recovered from the injury of being repelled by the big demon in the dark night under Mingfeng, he didn't choose to stay too long, he also wanted to prepare to go to Mingfeng again, to prove the big conjecture in his heart, or that was also an obsession in his heart.

This journey to the WTO has just begun for him, and the encounter with Mingfeng of the musician is just a small episode.

It's just that the two people who have been separated by years may have a little connection in the dark, and he also knew the identity of the musician from the servant, but even if he was facing the prince of the dynasty, Mu Ziliang was not too shocked.

It's just that before leaving, Mu Ziliang saw that this seemingly serious old man with a little kindness looked a little lonely.

Maybe in this troubled world, people who are worried about the country and the people are like this, although they can't change anything, out of respect for the elders and the grace of saving each other under Mingfeng, Mu Ziliang spent a long time copying a scripture before leaving, and gave it to the musician.

That is the Purple Cloud Technique, the introductory technique of the Nanshan Dao, of course, Mu Ziliang did not tell the musician that he practiced the Purple Cloud Technique, so it means that a person has entered the Nanshan Dao.

All he did was hoping to be able to help the musician on the way to the question, but he never thought that after many years, this unintentional willow would have become a shade!

Walking towards the royal capital again, Mu Ziliang quickly heard about what happened last night, because there were too many warlocks gathered in the royal capital this time because of astrology, and it happened that he also heard the news of Mingfeng's demon destruction again.

When he heard some rumors about the battle on the river last night, the demon shadow once again echoed in Mu Ziliang's mind.

"Could it really be him?"

Mu Zi thought silently in his conscience, and when he looked up again, it didn't matter if it was that guy or not, since Mingfeng had a demon slaying meeting, it would definitely be another big event after Mochizuki's discussion.

And the first time he went to Mingfeng, he met the big demon, and it was precisely because of the existence of the big demon that it led to Mingfeng's move to close the mountain, and his wish to go to see Mingfeng Fangmu was never fulfilled.

And this time, since there is news of the Mingfeng Demon Slaying Meeting, it means that the seal of Mingfeng will be lifted soon, so he has no reason not to go.

In addition to seeing Mingfeng Fangmu, the head of the world's Dao Sect, he wanted to take a look at the big demon, after all, those past events had been buried in his heart for too long!

Thinking about it, inadvertently, Mu Ziliang had come to the street of the royal capital again, and there were still seven days left for the Mingfeng Demon Slaying Meeting, and he was about to calm down and wait, but at this time, Mu Ziliang's brows suddenly wrinkled again.

When he turned his head, his eyes immediately looked at a small wine shop next to the street!

Practitioners, who are dedicated to the Tao, have a common denominator among many schools of magic, that is, they avoid eating a lot of meat and hot things, and prefer vegetarian food to pay attention to self-cultivation and self-cultivation, so as to achieve a higher state of cultivation.

There are also many advanced warlocks who can fast and cultivate, which is far beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

Mu Ziliang followed Master Shiyin since he was a child, and later spent all his childhood in Nanshan Dao, he did not touch meat or drink spirits, and did the most basic requirements of a Nanshan Dao person.

But at this moment, everywhere he looked, there was a wine shop!

When he looked at the wine shop, there was a faint look of doubt on his face.

Look at the wine shop is not big, but the door is full of people, it can be seen that the business in the wine shop is also good, the building has two floors, and is crowded in the downtown by the bustling buildings on both sides, when Mu Ziliang walked in, the seats on this floor have been full.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, he didn't come for the good wine in the wine shop.

Seeing this, Xiao Er on the side also hurriedly walked up to greet him, and saw that since Mu Ziliang stepped into this wine shop, his eyes directly followed a wooden ladder in the depths of the wine shop's lobby, and looked towards the second floor.

In terms of nature, Mu Ziliang likes to be pure very much, perhaps because he has rarely been in contact with secular people outside Nanshan Road since he was a child, and even later lived alone in the back mountain courtyard in Nanshan Road.

He had always stayed away from places like this one, but this time, when he walked into the restaurant, he stopped on the first floor and walked straight down the corridor to the second floor.

is not quite the same as the first floor, there are much fewer people on the second floor, and there are one or two tables and chairs that are empty and no one sits, and the little two beckoned Mu Ziliang all the way to the second floor.

As soon as he walked up to the second floor of the wine shop, Mu Ziliang's gaze quickly swept back and forth on the second floor, as if he was looking for something, and finally his gaze stayed on a figure.

The guy sat quietly in a window seat on the second floor, his eyes staring silently at the glass in his hand.

"Guest, sit here."

Xiao Er, who was in the wine shop next to Mu Ziliang, was very enthusiastic, and soon found the spare space upstairs, swept the chair with the towel he had on his shoulder, and turned back to greet Mu Ziliang.

Hearing Xiao Er's reminder, Mu Ziliang turned back to Xiao Er and smiled at him and said, "Little Second Brother don't care about me, I have already found a place here."

After speaking, Mu Ziliang turned around and walked towards the position of the window, and then walked to the guy who was drinking alone by the window and sat down, the little second looked at Mu Ziliang's back and then scratched his head, but since the other party seemed to be looking for an acquaintance, he didn't continue to greet him, but continued: "Okay, guest officer, if you have any needs, just greet directly!"

After saying that, the guy walked downstairs without looking back, and went to greet business.

"The first time I was on the edge of the river in the royal capital, and the second time I was under Mochizuki Peak, if my feelings are not wrong, this should be the third time I have met you?"

The two sat quietly, the other party had not yet come to his senses, and it seemed that Mu Ziliang's appearance did not attract his attention, or interrupt his thoughts.

Finally, the strange guy opposite Mu Ziliang also began to frown, and then brought the wine glass in his hand to his mouth and poured it down violently, and then put the empty glass on the table and said, "Who are you?"

His tone was calm, and he didn't seem surprised by Mu Ziliang's arrival, maybe it was not only Mu Ziliang who felt his presence several times, but he also felt Mu Ziliang's breath.

The world is so big, it is indeed rare to meet three times in a row in the vast sea of people in this royal capital.

"My name is Mu Ziliang, a disciple of Nanshan Dao!"

Seeing that the other party finally spoke, Mu Ziliang continued to speak calmly, as if he had guessed the question in Mu Ziliang's conscience, and before Mu Ziliang could ask, the guy also reported his name: "Wang Tofu".

When the words fell, the other party also looked up at Mu Ziliang, and at that moment, the two looked at each other for the first time, and soon there was finally a trace of surprise in Mu Ziliang's always calm eyes.

"Wang Tofford?"

Mu Ziliang muttered, the name sounded a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and the other party's eyes didn't seem to be quite different from others'.

"I know the doubts in your mind, but I can't tell you where I'm from, because no one can understand. ”

Wang Tofu said, Mu Ziliang paused again, and at that moment he looked at Wang Tofu's eyes and shrank again.

"You are indeed very special, the first two times I just felt the residual breath of you, at first I just thought you were not an ordinary person, but today it seems that you ......"

Before Mu Ziliang's words fell, suddenly Wang Tuofu's originally somewhat confused gaze changed, and then he continued Mu Ziliang's words.

"I ...... Not human?"

Mu Ziliang was stunned again, he was guessing in his heart, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to speak like this, which also confirmed the guess in his heart.

This time, Mu Ziliang didn't continue to ask, and the two sat opposite each other until Wang Tofu picked up a glass of wine again and brought it to his lips.

"You're in a low mood?"

Or that since the disappearance of Master Guan Mo at Nanshan Daokou, Mu Ziliang has not been like this for a long, long time, and after hesitating for a moment, Mu Ziliang still couldn't help but ask again.

This time it was Wang Tofto's turn to bring the wine glass to his mouth, but it was all about it, and after a while, he poured the wine into his mouth again.

The liquor entered his throat, but to Wang Tofu, it seemed to be no different from clear water, and then he lifted the wine jar on the table and filled it with a glass and sent it to Mu Ziliang.

"Would you like some?"

"I don't drink alcohol. Mu Ziliang said;

"Also, although this wine is good, it is not strong enough!"

As the words fell, Wang Tofu took another sip, perhaps even in his original world, no one could have imagined that one day there would be a person like him who could drink wine from a foreign country in such an environment.

At this point, even if it is a one-in-a-million wine, it is still a little less mellow in the mouths of the Hakka people.

Under Mu Ziliang's gaze, Wang Tofu continued to drink bitterly, and when the last sip of wine was in his stomach, he threw the wine jar in his hand, but he stood up and ignored Mu Ziliang turned around and prepared to walk towards the entrance of the building, but he thought he was sober and completely betrayed himself after taking that trembling first step.

He was drunk, he had naturally guessed Mu Ziliang's identity as a warlock, and he could also feel that the young man in front of him was very unusual, but for some reason and I don't know when, he had gradually lost his good impression of those cultivators in this world.