Chapter 3 Drunken Murder

Bikong Temple is located in the barren area in the northeast corner of Guangling City, and there are barren ruins.

It is the old town in the east of Guangling City, there are no tall and luxurious buildings here, only rows of small courtyards and small shops, but these dilapidated buildings give people an ancient atmosphere, which is the atmosphere that the flashy area in the center of the city does not have at all.

Yun Feng walked out of the barren area, a lively atmosphere came to his face, although it was the old city, it was also very lively, after all, guarding the Guangling Mountains, there were always gold diggers, passers-by, and business travelers.

He hung the wine gourd that the old monk gave him on his chest, and the wine gourd was engraved with a simple guqin.

He was dressed in a shabby and dirty Futian robe, which he had picked up from the house of the Bikong Temple, and no one had prepared clothes for him for the winter. Hidden in the right sleeve of the robe is a rusty dagger, and on the handle of the dagger, a small four-sided Buddha is engraved. This dagger was picked up from the Bikong Temple, and according to the old monk, it was called "Vajra".

The only treasure on the whole body is the jade pendant around his neck, which is an ancient yellow cloud-shaped jade pendant.

His grandfather said that when he was picked up from the depths of the Guangling Mountains, this cloud-shaped jade pendant hung on his young neck, and the front was engraved with this ancient character - "maple", Jiang Hetai studied for a long time to find this word, and finally decided that his name was - Yunfeng.

It's already winter, and although it's not snowing yet, it's already a little cold, and most of the people who pass by have put on cotton clothes, except for a small number of people who have great cultivation, they are no longer afraid of cold and heat.

Yun Feng wore the shabby robe and walked on the street, like a little beggar begging for food.

Coming to the depths of the bazaar, there is a luxurious tavern called - Heavenly Wine Shop.

"Persuade you to drink and get drunk in the world, not immortals to get drunk with immortals!"

This is a poem engraved in the heavenly wine shop, the penmanship is uninhibited and free, the spirit is flying and thinking easy, and there are a few traces of "Lingwei" with unknown words, this Lingwei will not make people feel any oppression, but it makes people have a wild contempt for immortals.

"Everyone in the world is obsessed with chasing immortals, and now I am alone in the world!!"

It is said that this wild sentence was said by the big shopkeeper of this restaurant.

Yun Feng has been here several times, and every time he sees this bold sentence, he has to look at it for a while.

For some reason, every time I see this poem, I always feel that in this poem, there is a person dancing a sword.

The man had a long sword in his hand, cut off mountains and rivers, and cut the sky and the moon.

This time he saw different images from his usual ones, and he silently remembered them in his mind, and he knew that this was an opportunity. If he can condense spiritual power in the future, maybe he can be like that person and master his own "heaven and earth"!

Heavenly Wine Shop.

This restaurant is a place that is hated by the "righteous sects", but it is a paradise for "hunters and cultivators".

There is a kind of monk in this world who focuses on hunting, and it is called hunting and cultivating.

Yun Feng envied them, these greedy bastards! Because they could roam the world, gallop freely, and have no taboos!

If you can practice,

He wants to be a hunter the most!

As soon as they stepped through the door of the tavern, a fierce aura came to their faces, and countless "hunters" gathered in this place, where they wantonly squandered their lives, because they were not sure if they would ever see the sun tomorrow.

"The girls of the Yuhualou in the west of the city, that is really the appearance of a sinking fish and a goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon!

"It's just you! It's impossible in this life!"

"Hmph! When Lao Tzu gets rich, you have to kneel and beg me!"

"Haha! Okay, please!"

"Hahaha! Come!Drink!" someone shouted.

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"All dead! all dead! Why go there......" and someone cried bitterly.

"Hey, the Guangling Mountains are a place of death, gods and ghosts change, and you can't go deep!" someone sighed.

......

"Come on! Celebrate our return with a full load, this time we're in a big deal!"

"Drink!" and some celebrated.

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It's not the first time Yun Feng has been here, this kind of scene is like this every day,

Because the high-risk profession of "hunting and cultivating" is very rare in other places in the Northern Regions, but it is not uncommon in Guangling City.

Guarding the great treasure of the Guangling Mountains, everyone wants to get rich, they all want more resources to practice, they all want to be admired by thousands of people, they all want to be promoted and make a fortune, they all want beautiful women, and they all want to become immortals and ancestors......

Yun Feng had long been accustomed to this group of greedy but not afraid of death.

"Fill this wine gourd!" Yun Feng stood in front of the counter, handed the wine gourd, and said in a clear childish voice with his head tilted.

The tavern knew this dirty little beggar, and in fact the people on this street knew that a little beggar lived in the long-abandoned Bikong Temple.

The shopkeeper of the tavern had instructed that if anyone came to buy wine with a gourd engraved with a guqin pattern, he should not take any money and give him the best spiritual wine.

The little servant took the gourd and looked at it carefully, then took it to the cellar and filled it with the best wine.

This gourd doesn't look big, but it seems to have no bottom, and it's not ready at all, and he doesn't fill it with a full tank, and the little guy thinks that even if he pours all the spirit wine in the tavern, he can't fill this gourd.

"It's loaded. The little guy handed the wine gourd to the little boy, and the magic was that a vat of wine was filled, and the gourd was still very light.

Yun Feng opened the lid of the gourd and smelled it, it was still the same wine, and the old man only asked him to buy this wine, called Drunken Soul Brew, saying that it had a miraculous effect on his understanding of the Buddha statue.

This wine itself can only be drunk by monks who have Taoist practices, because the spiritual power in it is so strong that monks in the Minggan Realm will fall asleep for a few days when they smell it, and they don't need to eat or drink, and they will enhance their spiritual power after waking up.

However, because the brewing materials are difficult to find, ordinary monks cannot afford to drink this wine.

Yun Feng was born with spiritual power repulsion, so he was not affected by the spiritual power in the wine.

Picking up the wine gourd, Yun Feng found a small butcher shop, the meat of the spirit beasts in the mountains hung in the butcher shop, in this world, everything can be practiced, the spiritual power of heaven and earth is in the body, and the spirit beasts can be seen everywhere, not to mention the Guangling Mountains.

"Take two catties of the meat of the goose and the cicada. "The meat of the cicada is very helpful for improving one's own understanding.

The old butcher looked at the little boy in his dirty robe, and asked:

"Do you still get the wine in exchange?"

"Yes" Yun Feng nodded,

"Boy, you're getting bigger!" the butcher smiled and touched Yun Feng's head.

"Hmm. Yun Feng replied flatly,

The butcher turned around and took out a few palm-sized cicadas from the house, took out the crystal jasper cicada flesh, and filled it up for Yun Feng.

Yun Feng opened the lid of the wine gourd, found a bowl and poured a small sip for the old butcher, just a small sip, not a bite.

"Pour more, pour more! Who did you learn from, child! At such a young age, so slamming. As he spoke, the old butcher cautiously poured a small sip of wine from the bowl into a white and precious porcelain bottle.

"A small bite is a small bite. If you don't change it, you will find someone else's home. Yun Feng glanced at him with big bright eyes and replied flatly.

"Don't! Don't, little friend, I'll change, I'll change!" the old butcher immediately coaxed,

Yun Feng took the meat of the goose falling cicada, turned around and was about to leave,

"Little friend, let me help you solve it, the tail behind you?" asked the old butcher with a slight point.

Hearing this, Yun Feng's footsteps paused,

"No need, I'll do it myself!"

When this murderous sentence came out of the mouth of a child under the age of nine, how strange and cruel it was.

Out of the butcher's shop, Yun Feng walked around the main road of the market square, in fact, he had already felt that he was being targeted, so he kept moving along the crowded place,

"This kid seems to have spotted us. "There are a total of three people following behind, they are the three subordinates of the Jiang family, they are ordered by the fourth young master to kill Yun Feng,

"So what, the three of us killed him an eight-year-old little waste in the Minggan Realm, which is a knife used to kill chickens. Let the kid spin for a while, now there are a lot of people, and when it gets dark, he won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

After taking the three people around for a while, Yun Feng walked into a no-man's alley,

"Hehe, looking for death!!"

The three of them rushed into the alley, wanting to slap Yun Feng to death with one palm, but when they just stepped into the alley, they smelled a fragrance, it was the fragrance of spirit wine!

The three of them thought about it, and wanted to hold their breath, but they found that their bodies had long since stopped obeying the call, and this was the drunken soul brew of the Heavenly Wine Shop! How did this kid get it? They had no way of knowing.

Drunken Soul Niang, the drink of monks with a higher realm, ordinary monks of the Ming Sense Realm, will faint when you smell it.

The three of them suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and their spiritual power was crazy, and all three of them fell heavily to the ground.

Finally, they saw a thin figure standing in front of them holding a wine gourd.

The fragrance of Yun Feng's spirit wine stunned them, a few monks of the Ming Sense Realm couldn't stand the aroma of drunken soul brewing at all, Yun Feng naturally rejected spiritual power, so he was not affected.

Yun Feng used the vajra hidden in his sleeve to kill them and stole all their belongings.

Turned around and walked out of the alley, rushing into the crowd of people.