Folic acid doesn't know exactly how much alcohol he's drunk.

The drunken appearance did not look like an arrogant sword cultivator at all.

In his words, drinking is the pursuit of this feeling, and if I use the Pure Heart Mantra and I am not drunk after a thousand cups, then why don't I drink water......

Lu Sheng can really drink, and now he can still hold the two beautiful ladies to have an in-depth exchange.

Han Xing's alcohol consumption is average, and he is drunk and muddy, but even so, Miss Qingyue did not let him go.

Qingyue's pretty eyes swirled, and she took Han Xing away with a red face, saying that she wanted to see if he was an incomparably hard elm pimple.

Folic acid drank all the wine in the cup, said goodbye to the resentful Oiran lady Zhen Yuan, and stumbled out of Xiaoxiang Courtyard.

The wind is cold in the middle of the night, revealing a seeping coolness.

Ye Acid suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he sneaked into the capital secretly, ran to the mansion in Yanlu, stole the Yeming Orb, and covered the quilt for Yan Ying......

Hey, the secret recipe I gave to show my strength in the law was still useless in the end.

Now, the father and daughter of the Yan family have passed away, and I don't know how the delicate and beautiful Mrs. Yan should live.

Human life is like a mustard! Which is not a poor person.

Folic acid thought about it so crankily and walked out of Shangjing in the direction of Huaishan.

The moon hung lazily in the sky, and the gentle moonlit road was very bright.

In the middle of the night, Folic Acid met a monk who was in a hurry.

The monk was not very old, about twenty years old, and he was very handsome, with red lips and white teeth.

It may be that he is in a continuous hurry, and the whole person seems a little tired.

But even so, the moon-white monk's robe on his body was still as white as ever and spotless.

Ye Acid narrowed his eyes, this is a cultivator!

The young monk also saw the folic acid, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked over.

"Donor, the little monk is polite."

Folic acid waved his hand staggeringly, burped loudly, and said with a smile: "Where did the little master come from, where are you going?" ”

The young monk bowed again and said, "The little monk Jing'an, who came from the southwest, is looking for his brother and disciple. ”

"Hey!" Ye Acid sighed, "I thought you were from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West Heaven to seek the true scriptures......"

Jing'an's eyebrows furrowed slightly, ignoring folic acid's nonsense, and asked again: "May I ask the donor, may you have seen a warrior monk of the same age as the little monk, tall and tall, holding a demon subduing treasure pestle?" ”

Warrior monk? Liang Guo is not even a monk, let alone a warrior monk.

Folic acid shook his head repeatedly.

"I'm sorry." Jing'an was a little disappointed, clasped her hands together, recited the Buddha's name, said goodbye to folic acid, and continued to hurry.

Jing'an came in a hurry, hurried by, and folic acid forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

Because he's in trouble.

Mo Jiu, the second senior brother of Huaishan, held the ghost sword in his hand and stood expressionlessly outside the gate of Huaishan Mountain.

Look at this meaning, I have been waiting for folic acid for a long time.

Folic acid snorted, and the drunkenness all over his body disappeared in an instant, and he smiled curtly: "Second senior brother, what are you doing here without sleeping?" Looking at the stars? ”

Mo Jiu snorted coldly, and the ghost sword rattled, full of coldness.

"Senior brother, shall I sing you a song? Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars......"

Mo Jiu frowned, and said in disgust: "Shut up, it's hard to hear." ”

Folic acid immediately shut up, he could not listen to his master in Huaishan, but if he didn't listen to Mo Jiu, he would really be beaten.

"Master is waiting for you, follow closely."

Mo Jiu turned to leave, his body technique continued to improve, his speed became faster and faster, and after a while, there was only a black shadow jumping in the mountains.

Folic acid followed behind him, and at first he could still maintain a distance not far away, but as time passed, he gradually felt a little unbearable, and the distance between him and Mo Jiu became farther and farther away.

"Senior brother, in the middle of the night, did Master send you to race with me?" Folic acid looked at Mo Jiu's back and shouted loudly.

"You're really amazing."

Mo Jiu stopped, standing on the top of a big tree, with the ghost sword behind his back, and the robe on his body was blown by the breeze, reflected in the bright moonlight, indescribably elegant and chic.

"It's a big fart, but, it's exhausting me......" Folic Acid said breathlessly.

Mo Jiu shook his head again and said softly, "But you are still far away." ”

Folic acid was indignant, you are the pinnacle of the Concentration Realm, and you are good at your body!

I have just touched the threshold of the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, and I am a whole realm away, how can I outrun you! Why don't we sing?

Besides, not all Condensation Realms are weak chickens like Lu Sheng!

(Lu Sheng, who was sleeping with the girl in his arms, sneezed, who was scolding me...... ）

"Let's go, don't make Master wait long."

Mo Jiu toed a little, his body flipped, and he actually rushed in the direction he came, surpassing folic acid in the blink of an eye.

Ye Acid was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Hey, senior brother, why are you going back?" ”

Damn, I really don't pay attention to it, it turns out that the master is not here, you actually took me in circles!

……

Ziyang Zhenren was stepping on slippers, rolling up his sleeves, and was washing vegetables.

There is no appearance of a master in the world, just a leisurely old man.

On the table not far from him, there was a hot pot, and the water in the pot was already boiling and bubbling.

He was in a good mood today, because his favorite disciple was finally about to break through the Qi Refining Realm!

He had been waiting for this for ten years!

But what time has it been? The pots are all boiled, why haven't they come back yet?

Ziyang Zhenren wiped two handfuls of water on his body casually, put the vegetables on a plate, put them on the table, and took out another piece of mutton.

A white sword aura flashed, and the mutton had already turned into a crystal clear flake!

Using Huaishan's exquisite swordsmanship to cut mutton slices, Ziyang Zhenren is estimated to be the first person in ancient and modern times.

The mutton slices had just been cut, and Folic Acid and Mo Jiu pushed the door in.

"Master, senior brother bullied me and deliberately took me in circles."

Folic acid was full of grievances, and he was always a child in front of the master.

Mo Jiu didn't defend himself, but folic acid felt a little chill in his neck, as if there was a sharp blade with a cold light hanging there. Ziyang Zhenren smiled and beckoned the two to sit down: "Let's eat, there is nothing more comfortable than eating some mutton hot pot on this cold night." ”

The thin slices of meat slide into the tumbling soup, and the aroma is tangy.

"It's delicious."

Folic acid impatiently picked up the meat slices and stuffed them into his mouth, he was just drinking when he was in Xiaoxiang Courtyard, and then he was racing with his senior brother in the mountains, he was indeed a little hungry.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you." Ziyang real people smiled.

"You're doing well today, you've been crazy outside for half the night, and you haven't even drunk."

Folic acid was stunned, I drank a lot of wine!

He looked down and sniffed his sleeve, there was indeed no smell of alcohol, only the smell of sweat from the race with his senior brother just now, and the aroma of mutton that had just been contaminated.

Suddenly, Folic Acid understood and looked at Mo Jiu gratefully.

It turned out that the senior brother took him around the mountain in circles, not only to test his current skills, but also to dissipate the smell of alcohol in his body and avoid being scolded by the master.

Mo Jiu took a slice of mutton with an expressionless face, chewed it twice, frowned, and said, "Master, your mutton slice is really not very good......

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