"The wine king is gone, the wine king Yue Feng is not good!"

In the most famous Yecheng Hotel in the county, the manager and waiters were in a mess, and in the center of them, a young man in a tuxedo lying flat on the ground was pale, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his lips were already foaming at the mouth.

Thinking that I am the wine king Yue Feng, I want to die of drunkenness, how ridiculous.

Yue Feng slowly closed his eyes, a strong sense of weakness made him feel as if his soul was about to leave his body, just when his pupils were about to dilute, he seemed to see a little golden light, but that golden light made him feel like a spring breeze.

Behind the golden light was a thunderbolt, and after the thunderbolt emitted several arcs, his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness completely.

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Guanghe year, Youzhou good township, wine shop.

"Have you heard, there was a fire in Zhuo County last night, and I heard that a young man who was selling and weaving mats was stoned to death."

"Why haven't you heard, I was on the spot yesterday, tsk, that young man is really miserable, and it's time for him to have this catastrophe."

In the noisy wine shop, two foot merchants sat opposite each other and drank, and the two talked happily and told some strange stories.

In the next seat of the two sat with a baby in his arms, dressed in a sackcloth robe sat upright, this old man heard the words of the two people next to him, his white eyebrows trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but retort in his heart: "This is wrong, this person should not have this calamity." ”

Thinking of this, Lao Dao lowered his head and gently patted the quiet baby in his arms, and laughed quietly: "You are really a disaster, but your body turns into a baby, if you want your life, you will inevitably be suspected of bullying the small, or if you cause the disaster, you still need to pay for it." ”

Lao Dao put the baby in a portable cloth bag, bowed slightly to the shopkeeper of the wine shop, and left.

The old man and the young settled on the side of Tianzhu Mountain in Lujiang County, on the southern riverside.

Strange to say, this child didn't need to babble like the rest of the children at first, but after more than two months, he was able to answer the same questions fluently, and he didn't need to be named, just called himself Yue Feng.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is eleven years, and the baby will be the year of the spoon.

It is the height of summer, Lujiang County, the land of fish and rice, there is always more rain, this day is heavy rain again, the rain flows down along Tianzhu Mountain like a bead curtain, splashes down in the river under Tianzhu Mountain, like a first-class waterfall, it is very beautiful.

There was a young man in the river, and the young man was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his body was strong, and when he looked closely, he was already more than seven feet tall.

At this moment, he is moving back and forth in the river like a swimming fish, swimming around, and not forgetting to sink his arms from time to time to catch the swimming fish in the river.

It's just that those swimming fish are extremely slippery, where can they catch them?

After trying hard for a while, the boy couldn't help but be annoyed, so he just kicked his legs and jumped onto the riverbank, looking at the river with a puff.

"Yue Feng, get out!" A rough roar suddenly resounded throughout Tianzhu Mountain.

The young man frowned, plucked out his ears, and muttered in a low voice: "The old man called me again, did he want me to brainwash me again?" ”

This young man is Yue Feng, and after Lao Dao brought him back, he accepted him as the only disciple under his disciple. It's just that this old Taoist doesn't teach Yue Feng magic on weekdays, but simply picks some martial arts and the art of war to teach each other.

Following the sound, Yue Feng slowly walked up the mountain, and before he was halfway there, a trace of cold light suddenly came to him.

Yue Feng's eyes were quick, and he didn't bother to dodge, just held the palm of his hand, and the "cold light" stopped abruptly, and he took a look, but found that what he was holding was a silver spear with a snowy body.

The head of the gun was held in his hand, and the end of the gun was lost in the grass beside the mountain road.

"What the hell is going on, old man?" Yue Feng complained.

As soon as the words fell, the grass suddenly squirmed, and a white, white and jade-like palm spear tail emerged from the grass, and with the shaking of the palm, the silver spear seemed to come to life.

The man in the grass obviously didn't have the slightest hand, Yue Feng didn't dare to hold it up, he hurriedly let go of his palm and retreated a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, the silver spear was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, a short white shadow jumped out of the grass, waving his arms, the tip of the spear was like a storm, like a shower, and the gun went straight to Yue Feng's several life gates.

Yue Feng didn't have a weapon in his hand, and if he retreated back to the cliff, he had no choice but to wave his palms to face the battle.

The texture of the silver spear was extraordinary, and when he touched it, Yue Feng only felt that his palm was painful.

"Hmph, you say I really can't take you?" Yue Feng snorted coldly, reached out and untied the rain-soaked shirt from his waist, twisted his hands, and shook them casually.

The linen clothes were twisted into a single strand like a soft whip, using softness to control rigidity, but it was really comparable to the white shadow.

Taking advantage of the moment when the white shadow was entangled in his hand, Yue Feng raised his head and glared, only to see that the person opposite was covered with a white veil, the white veil was completely wet by the rain, and the face under the veil was still looming.

Look at that slender figure, it looks like a little girl's skin?

It's a pity that although the body is slender, the strength in the hand is not small, although it is not as good as the master, but it is not comparable to the average girl......

Yue Feng thought wildly for a while, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest in his hands.

The two of them pointed to each other, each of them did not give a cent, from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the river.

"That's it!" At the end of the battle, a bamboo pole swept across the air, that pole was sent by Lao Dao, but the target was Yue Feng's legs.

Yue Feng never expected that his master would make a move on him, and he was caught off guard and was swept to the ground with a rod.

"What are you doing, old man!" Yue Feng's eyes widened, and he was about to insult as usual, but the cold glow of the silver spear had arrived, and it was tightly pressed against his throat, and if he went further, he could take his life.

The white-clothed man who made the silver spear was indeed a woman, and when she saw Lao Dao subduing Yue Feng in one fell swoop, she bowed her head slightly to Lao Dao and said, "Thank you Mr. Wujiao for your help." ”

Her voice is still a little immature, but it is very good, like a pechoin, the only fly in the ointment is that her voice is slightly cold.

"You don't have to, although he has been lazy all these years, his martial arts have not fallen, if you want to escort him back to Yingchuan, you still need a thing to help." Lao Dao lowered his head and rummaged through the cloth bag.

After a while, he threw out a pale yellow object, pointed to it and explained: "This rope is made of cow tendons, even a buffalo can't break free, you can tie this evil obstacle with this thing, and you can bring it back to Yingchuan safely." ”

Seeing this, Yue Feng was dumbfounded: "Old man, am I your apprentice, I now suspect that you are only taking me as an apprentice to take revenge on me." ”

Lao Dao didn't hear Yue Feng's words, threw off his sleeves and swaggered towards Tianzhu Mountain.

"Old man, old man!" Yue Feng was so angry that he trembled, and finally simply scolded.

Damn, even in the era of more than 1,800 years later, the master has never suffered such grievances...... Yue Feng lowered his face, the woman in white had firmly tied his arm with the silver spear with a cow tendon rope, as long as the silver spear did not leave his hand, Yue Feng could not leave her half a zhang.

"Let's go." The woman in white spat out a word, raised her silver spear and opened the way ahead.

"I won't go to Yingchuan, and I won't go to death." Yue Fenglian rolled his eyes, if he went to Yingchuan, there would definitely be no good fruit, although he did cause trouble when he came to this era, but it was not from his original intention.

The woman in white didn't care about Yue Feng, she only walked forward on her own, and from time to time she pulled the spear in her hand.

Lao Dao knew Yue Feng's temperament for a long time, and in order to prevent him from messing around, the strength of the bamboo pole was not weak before, so Yue Feng was unable to resist at this moment.

"Could it be that the two of us are going to walk to Yingchuan? I'm afraid that before I arrive, I'm going to die of exhaustion and pain. After walking for about an hour, Yue Feng rolled his eyes, sat on the ground, and put on the appearance of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.