Qingyang Town.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, the homeopathic momentum is full of strength. Thousands of steps, Qinyang arrived at the corner of the mountain in an hour, with the golden waist card all the way unimpeded, and came to this Qingyang town for five miles east.

Speaking of this Qingyang Town, although it is not as large as Liuyun City, it is located on the border and is a place where criminals and poor people gather.

Qingyang Sect is different, because it is adjacent to Qingyang Sect, it has received a lot of care, not only no one dares to spread wild here, but there are countless people who stop here every day to learn art from Qingyang Sect.

Looking at the crowded bazaar, Qin Yang looked around curiously, as if he had just arrived in the world.

Food, weapons, and pills are dazzling, and the shouts are endless, and the lives of the small people are vivid.

Clenching his right hand and holding the wine jug on the ground, Qin Yang remembered to drink.

searched all the way, and finally saw a yellow shop wine stall in a small alley. Although it is located in a remote and difficult place to find, you can smell the wine from afar, and you are not afraid of the deep alleys.

"Restaurant, the wine pot is full", Qin Yang stepped forward and put the big wine gourd on the wine trough, standing aside and waiting for the wine to be taken.

"Yo, I drank it today when I just filled it up yesterday, and the amount of wine is good", the wine boss with a sloppy middle-aged uncle smiled and picked up the wine gourd, and was about to fill the wine.

"Uncle knows the elders?" Qin Yang looked at the wine shop inside and out, and asked curiously.

The wine boss looked at Qin Yang and said: "It's not, it used to be a pot every three or five days, and now it's going to be full every other day, it's really getting more and more hungry for wine", he didn't look at the wine gourd from beginning to end, and poured the liquor spoonful by spoonful, but he didn't sprinkle a drop.

Sure enough, practice makes perfect, and before Qin Yang could think about it, the wine jug was filled and lided.

It's a pleasure to see this skillful technique, clean and neat, all in one go.

"Ten Chijing", the wine boss slowly handed over the full bottle of wine, and reported the wine money with ease.

"Ah, ten red crystals", Qin Yang said, pulling out his shirt, once surprised.

"Why, I can't afford the wine money to let a hairy boy come over to eat overlord wine, that's not possible", the wine boss was a little unhappy in his tone, and the face of a shrewd businessman leaked it.

Qin Yang was a little speechless and didn't know how to speak.

"You want to negotiate the price, there is no tradition of small profit promotion in our small business", the wine boss looked at Qin Yang with sharp eyes, as if waiting to see what tricks Qin Yang played.

"Of course not, I want to say if you can take credit first, and then make up for it later", Qin Yang was really helpless, looked at the space ring given by Ouyang Dao, and didn't necessarily find a piece of red crystal after turning it over for a long time, and then he forgot to ask Yan Jiuxi for it.

The wine boss was silent, the scene was embarrassing for a while, and the smell of wine in the air became stronger, as if people were drunk at the touch of it.

"Dare to ask Uncle if this wine is famous", seeing that the wine boss was not moved at all, Qin Yang continued.

"Wine is wine, what do you want to do with your name, if you have to take a name, just follow my surname, Feng Jiajiu", the wine boss looked impatient.

"It's not proper, good wine naturally has to be loud, just like a good horse with a good saddle, doesn't the uncle want to drink Qingyang Town?"

"I don't want to, I sell wine to get a taste of wine, how can there be a smell of wine when there are too many people, and besides, you haven't drunk it, how do you know that this is good wine"? I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, how can I not say that my wine is good, Qin Yang continues to be lame by the words of the wine boss.

People are sophisticated, but they can all get by. This palm-sized wine shop, I'm afraid it's really not to attract customers, otherwise it shouldn't be opened in this deep alley.

Seeing that the wine boss looked like he didn't eat oil and salt, Qin Yang was confused for a while.

"It's not impossible to take wine, as long as you promise me one condition", the wine boss continued to look like a middle-aged uncle, and said with a weird smile.

Selling wine is like running the rivers and lakes, killing people for three points, and then they start to talk about the conditions and throw chips.

"Oh, I don't know what the conditions are, uncle", the 180-degree turn of this wine really made Qin Yang's mind dazed.

"Don't be afraid, you little baby, as long as you promise me, this wine will be given to you for free, as long as you come, I will fill this wine gourd, what do you think?" the middle-aged uncle said tentatively.

It's really feng shui in turns, the temptation is not successful, but the temptation is attracted, I have thought of a thousand wine names, what brews Qunfang, Yuliang liquid, if it doesn't work, you can call three bowls into Qingyang, close to such a large examination room base, and make full use of the geographical advantages of the sect.

I really didn't expect that this unpretentious-looking wine boss still had so many fancy intestines, and Qin Yang felt a burst of contempt in his heart.

"Okay, talk about your conditions, my combat power is low, and I can't do things that are too difficult", I'm afraid that this chicken thief boss lion will open his mouth, and Qin Yang will not fight first.

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult, come and tell me about the Qingyang Sect every other day to relieve boredom, such as wishing the sect master what he does every day and how he feels", the wine boss said while looking forward to it.

"How do you know that the surname of the sect master of Qingyang Sect is Zhu", such an obvious loophole Qin Yang really doesn't want to puncture.

"Ao, I wish the sect master a great name, no one in this Qingyang Sect knows who doesn't know, and making a living here depends on wishing the sect master to be in charge of the sect in a good way, and we should be grateful and bow down", the wine boss advocated and prevaricated for a while, and his face did not know whether it was natural or disguised, overflowing with a happy color.

He really couldn't stand this kind of impact, Qin Yang couldn't resist the urge to retch, and it was not too much to suspect that this rugged middle-aged uncle liked men just now.

Thinking about it, although this Qingyang Sect Master is not common, it can be made up, it is nothing more than basking in the sun, playing chess, scolding disciples, and coming from a distance, thinking of this, Qin Yang should be happy.

"Then we are not allowed to mention our agreement to outsiders, especially when we go back," the wine owner instructed uneasily.

"Is there still a leg with the elder who is out of tune", thinking of this, Qin Yang's scalp was numb, and it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he turned around and slipped away.

"Hehe, the little baby often comes", the wine boss changed his painting style and wanted to send it off enthusiastically.

The aftermath was not gone, and after walking for a few miles to the foot of the mountain, Qin Yang's somewhat sultry expression of the wine boss still lingered in his mind.

The goosebumps suddenly rose all over his body, and he hurriedly shook his head, and Qin Yang sped up and climbed the mountain.

......

On the nameless peak, the sky is getting late, and a touch of sunset is dotted in the blue sky.

"Five, four, three, two, one", stepping on the last step, Qin Yang was already sweating profusely.

Entering the house to find Yan Jiuxi, after a day of running, Qin Yang suddenly felt tired, and fell asleep.

Re-entering the dream realm, it is still a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but there is an extra round of blood-colored remnant sun.

The black scroll in his body slowly unfolded, like a messenger of the night, and an uninterrupted ray of golden light quickly rushed out of the Mud Pill Palace, beginning to soothe Qin Yang's restless emotions.

As if he had met the best nourishment, Qin Yang greedily absorbed it, and his whole body was filled with golden light.

The next day, the sun shone in through the low doors and windows, and the temperature inside the house was raised a little.

Qin Yang's index finger then moved his ring finger and slowly opened his eyes.

The tiredness of yesterday suddenly disappeared, as if there was inexhaustible strength.

"The sword is coming", the Chixiao sword is unsheathed, and the battle spirit is overwhelming.

Thousands of miles are clear, the top of the nameless mountain, and the handsome young man's set of seven killing sword moves are flourishing.

"It's too slow, the sword cultivates the sword, if you don't come out, it's enough, if you go out, you will seal your throat, you have practiced the sword with qi to the dog's belly. Pneumatic sword follows, with this kung fu has already been abandoned", crooked neck on the pine tree, Yan Jiuxi complained while drinking, what a suitable situation.

I have long been accustomed to the elusiveness of this unadjusted elder, and Qin Yang is not to blame.

Thinking about Yan Jiuxi's words in his heart, it seems to be reasonable.

If the sword is not fast, how can you seize the opportunity. Life and death, every move and style, are all instantaneous.

Pneumatic sword follow, too slow?

Why is it fast?

Qin Yang continued to use his qi to resist the sword, immersed in enlightenment.

The sword thundered and gradually turned into a lightning speed, and the sword shadow began to be difficult to capture.

Yan Jiuxi looked at Qin Yang in front of him with hazy eyes, as if he had heard it in his heart, and then lifted the wine gourd and drank it freely.

The sword rises and falls, and an hour passes in a blink of an eye, hearty.

"Thank you seniors for the order", the power of the sea of qi is exhausted, and Qin Yang is still not happy.

"You understand your sword, I drink my wine, it has a fart relationship", Yan Jiuxi turned his body away, and his face was light.

The sun was just right, melting the solid snow under his feet, and Qin Yang noticed for the first time that this unobtrusive elder was actually a little cute.

"When the wine is gone, go fill it up". Yan Jiuxi suddenly shook off the wine gourd and yawned.

"Senior, what have you been busy with recently, I'm in a good mood", Qin Yang suddenly asked.

The wind and the cow and the horse are not related.

"How do I know what he's busy with, it's none of my business if he's in a good mood, go get a drink, and come back before dark", Yan Jiuxi glanced at Qin Yang, thinking that this kid was playing tricks on himself.

"Yes", it is expected that the question was fruitless, this elder loves to drink and is not in tune, but he is not crazy, and it is strange that he can answer.

Go down the mountain, go south for five miles, the alley wine shop, and start the daily drinking work.

On the way, all kinds of "anecdotes" were made up to wish the sect master, and the wine boss who was amused either laughed or had affection.

Every time Qin Yang didn't dare to stay for a long time, he slipped away after chatting about the story, afraid that if he stayed for a long time, he would be as abnormal as this wine boss.

As everyone knows, the wine boss is really stupid, or the so-called worship of the sect master Zhu has lowered his IQ, and he never debunks the story of Qin Yang's loopholes.

Two points and one line, thousands of steps, back and forth like spring and autumn, reciprocating.

The last step is better than a leisurely stroll.

"Senior, the wine is ready", Qin Yang handed over the wine gourd and took a deep breath.

The sea of air is thick, far better than ever.

Glancing at Qin Yang's relaxed expression, Yan Jiuxi took the wine gourd and said, "I don't have to go to drink tomorrow."

On the top of the peak, a cold wind blows.

Qin Yang was pardoned, and pulled his ears in disbelief.

Yan Jiuxi opened the wine gourd and did not move.

"Senior, can you be familiar with the Great Elder of Fuchen Peak?" Thinking of Chu Ling'er, who he hadn't seen for a long time, Qin Yang blurted out.

"It's okay," Yan Jiuxi replied nonchalantly.

Qin Yang twisted for a long time, but not a word came out.

"There is something to say, there is a fart", Yan Jiuxi said impatiently.

"The kid wants to go to Fuchen Peak to visit his old friend, and ask his seniors to help", Qin Yang put aside his restraints and arched his hand.

"What are you going to the dust peak to grind, just so I will catch up with that old man", this said, wrapped in Qin Yang and turned into a streamer and flew towards the dust peak.