At the same time, on the hill not far from the Falling Wind Tribe.

An old man and a young man stood on the top of the hill, looking out at what was happening in the square.

The old man's eyebrows were white, his white robe was added, and he had the air of a fairy, but his slightly obscene mouse teeth couldn't hide it.

"Hey, hey......" the old man smiled, his shriveled face full of relief and bitterness, "I knew that the stinky boy wouldn't let me down." ”

The young man next to him suddenly accosted, "Elder Mei, why don't you bring the young master with you......?"

"No......" The old man waved his hand, his eyes blazing into the distance, "Only experience can make him truly grow." I want him to become a man who can shoulder the whole world......"

"Just like his father......"

The evening breeze blew a sea of flowers on the top of the mountain, just blowing away the dandelions. They wandered like snowflakes, and finally said goodbye to the land where they were born and raised, and went away with the wind......

Falling Wind Tribe.

The Great Protector Array was broken, the tribal elders and leaders were all killed, and the remaining Luofeng soldiers, no matter how fierce and good at fighting, would not be able to defeat the endless army of Huangtian City after all.

It was only a matter of time before the Falling Wind Tribe fell.

Mo Jianjun sat paralyzed in the square, completely ignoring his identity as the coach. He had exhausted his Xuan Qi, and his body had suffered a lot of injuries, and he could no longer join the battle.

In fact, Mo Jianjun knew that with or without him, this war was destined to be won. Rather than being a burden, it is better to cherish the rare tranquility of war.

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The crisp clinking of glasses is particularly pleasant in the sound of fighting. Fu Cang and Mo Jianjun each had a jar of wine, and raised their heads to grunt and drink. Nangong Yue sat on the side, her eyes widening.

This wine is called "Worry-free Drunk", and it is only available in Huangtiancheng. Every time there was a war, Mo Jianjun would bring out a few jars, drink a few sips when he went to the battlefield, and drink a few sips after the war. According to him, "Wouldn't it be nice for a husband to carry a three-foot sword, point out the battlefield, fight bloodily, fight horses all his life, and sing long songs with wine!"

Fu Cang is not a scholar, he only thinks that there is wine today and drunk today. So, the two drunkards hit it off and drank on the ground.

Fu Cang didn't expect that Mo Jianjun looked like a scholar, but when he drank wine, he was not ambiguous at all.

"Refreshing!Hiccup~~" Mo Jianjun put down the wine jar and burped. His face turned fiery red, and his heroism was even greater.

"Brother Fucang, if I have the opportunity, I really want to ask you to drink with me for three days and three nights. He patted Fu Cang on the shoulder.

"I can't wait for it too, Brother Jun!" Fu Cang smiled.

Nangong Yue seemed to hear the deep brotherhood in their conversation, but the point is, they had just met? She couldn't figure out what made the two men who had just met quickly establish a brotherly friendship?

Maybe it's because she doesn't know that wine is a man's romance.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, though. Fu Cang broke the atmosphere.

"Is it so urgent?"

"Yes, can't you stay a little longer?" Nangong Yueqiao's face was a little uneasy.

As early as just now, Fu Cang had already informed Mo Jianjun of the relationship between the blood crystal and Taoyuan Village. And Mo Jianjun also expressed his understanding, in order to take care of the overall situation, he decided to deliver the blood crystal to Fu Cang.

At the same time, Mo Jianjun also confirmed his identity to Fu Cang again and again, confirming whether Fu Cang was the descendant of the Lie Tian clan.

Because Mo Jianjun said that the Killing Technique is the innate talent of the Lie Tian Clan, and whenever his life is threatened, he can rely on the Killing Technique to summon the undead of heaven and earth. This is also an important reason why the Lietian clan is strong.

Therefore, Mo Jianjun suspected that Fu Cang was a descendant of the Lietian clan who had disappeared from the world.

In this regard, Fu Cang only shook his head and smiled, he didn't plan to tell Mo Jianjun about the origin of the release killing technique, but just told Mo Jianjun, "I am just the blood crystal guardian of Taoyuan Village, and the release killing recipe is not something I was born with." ”

Mo Jianjun fell into deep thought, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little dull.

"Brother Jun, don't think about it, let's drink!" Fu Cang patted Mo Jianjun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "After tonight, I will go back tomorrow to resume my life." However, we'll have a chance to see each other again, and I'll definitely come back when I get the blood crystal ready. ”

Although he has only one side relationship with Mo Jianjun, in Fu Cang's heart, Mo Jianjun is definitely a friend worth making deeply.

"That's good, for the next time we meet, let's do another altar!" Mo Jianjun raised his wine, and Fu Cang also raised his wine and responded: "Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, let's not get drunk and don't return!"

So the two of them drank again, and when the wine was at the bottom, they put down the jar and laughed in unison.

"Brother, you... Are you interested in joining us in Huangtian City?"

After three rounds of drinking, Mo Jianjun was obviously a little drunk. "Brother...... Our Huangtian City is the army of Emperor Huan Tian in the past, and no matter when and where, they all adhere to Emperor Huan Tian's concept of peace...... I see that you are talented, why don't you join our Huangtian City, and settle Shuozhou in the future, and the world will remember you...... Remember your name......"

Fu Cang shook his head and chuckled, he overestimated Mo Jianjun's amount of alcohol. He patted Mo Jianjun's shoulder and said, "You are drunk brother." ”

"Where is the drunk...... Mo Jianjun shook his head, but he was so dizzy that he almost fell, but fortunately, Nangong Yue helped him in time.

"Tell you not to drink so much, do you know it's wrong?" Nangong Yuejiao snorted. I know that I drink alcohol, put people aside, and don't pay attention to them, hum... She was indignant.

"They all said I wasn't drunk. Mo Jianjun broke free from Nangong Yue's support, but his handsome facial features were full of drunkenness, and he even spoke a little confused.

"Brother, what do you think of my sister?" he asked suddenly.

This question was quite sudden, so frightened that Fu Cang choked on a sip of wine, and Nangong Yue also lost her voice and snorted.

"Why are you asking this, Brother Jun......" Her face turned red, from her face to the root of her ears, so cute that it was heartwarming.

"Brother...... Ahem, you've got to go and rest... Ahem..."Fu Cang coughed, hoping to remind Mo Jianjun.

But this didn't seem to have any effect, but it made Mo Jianjun speak even more.

"My family, Yue'er, I've been a member of the Shadow Group since I was a child, and I've been training all day long...... And his father was often full of tasks and could not be by her side...... So hiccup~~ So, I've been planning to find a talented and good-looking Ruyi Langjun to accompany Yue'er......"

"I'm telling you...... Yue'er is the second among the four beauties of Huangtian City...... How many teenage talents want to pursue her...... So you have to cherish the opportunity......"

The more Mo Jianjun talked, the more he talked, the more addicted he became, he said "more than ten tribes came to ask for marriage and stepped through the threshold", "the young masters of the five tribes put down the ring for Yue'er's pursuit of power", and so on, all of which were told in one go.

In the end, he pressed Fu Cang's shoulder and asked sincerely, "Brother...... If you don't have a sweetheart yet, you might as well consider my ...... Hiccup ~ my sister..."

"I ...... Hehe. ”

Fu Cang is not a thin-skinned person, it doesn't matter what Mo Jianjun says. But Nangong Yue was different, her face was flushed, a pair of jade-like small hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, her lips were biting lightly, and she didn't even dare to raise her head.

"Brother Jun...... You talk nonsense again... Yue'er will ignore you in the future. "At this time, Nangong Yue completely looks like a little woman, where is there still the momentum of the Huang Tianying Group?

To be honest, Fu Cang did have a good impression of Nangong Yue, but he only stayed at the friend stage. Because Fu Cang has self-knowledge, who is Nangong Yue? The most famous girl in Huang Tiancheng! Even if he really likes her, he is not worthy of her.

In order to avoid Nangong Yue's embarrassment, Fu Cang said goodbye with a sense of humor.

"Nangong girl...... Then I'll ......."

"Ah?... Uh-huh..."She kept nodding, her eyes not daring to look at Fu Cang.

"Farewell......"

With a jar of wine in his hand, he wandered alone among the Falling Wind tribe.

He and Mo Jianjun drank until late at night, when the war had long since ended, and the streets of the tribe were littered with corpses and ruins that had made the Xuan Qi Mysterious Technique shattered.

Even though he drank a lot of wine, Fu Cang still felt bored. It is said that wine can dispel sorrow, but Fu Cang uses wine to drown his sorrow even more. What is worry-free and drunk, Fu Cang feels that it is not as good as the rice wine brewed by the old horse at the end of the village.

"Stinky boy, is this how you drink wine?!" could only watch Fu Cang drink in a big gulp, and Kong Jiu, who was addicted to alcohol, scolded.

"What is this wine? It's not strong at all, Brother Kongjiu, when you return to the village, I will invite you to drink the rice wine of Lao Ma's family, the wine there is not mixed with water, and one jar is enough for you." Fu Cang said and took another big sip of wine.

In fact, Kong Jiu knew what he was thinking, "You don't want to go back, do you?" Kong Jiu asked with a soul torture.

"Not ......"

"Don't try to lie to me, I'm a roundworm in your stomach, don't talk about your thoughts, I know how many hairs you have, even the size of your ......"

"Stop, stop. ”

Fu Cang stroked his forehead helplessly, he really had nothing to do with Kong Jiu. However, Kong Jiu did hit Fu Cang's mind.

He didn't want to go back.

Obviously he has embarked on a journey, and he is eager to travel all over the land of Shenzhou, from Shuodong to the extreme west, from the northern wilderness to the southern Xinjiang, a life of wandering, and a magnificent life.

It's all fake to say anything about going back and setting off again, Fu Cang knows that once the wizard in the village is not there, he will let the blood crystal guardian inherit and protect the village for the rest of his life.

But he had to go back, the fate of the entire Shuozhou was on his back, and Fu Cang repeatedly warned himself that he must not fall into a crisis in Shuozhou because of his own selfish desires.

A strong sense of responsibility made Fu Cang secretly determined, and after dawn, he returned to Taoyuan Village.

Take another big sip of wine, and this time Fu Cang drank it all in one gulp. Then, Fu Cang turned around and found a dark corner to prepare for a small solution.

Halfway through the pee, Fu Cang's shoulders seemed to be held up by something.

"Hiss~~" Fu Cang was excited, and was about to turn back, but he heard a cold voice in his ears.

"Boy, don't move if you don't want to die!"

Fu Cang glanced at his shoulder out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, a sharp long sword was pressing on his neck.

"I don't have any money, big brother!" Fu Cang subconsciously raised his hand and shouted, in the middle of the night, the black lights blinded the uninhabited alley, except for robbery, Fu Cang couldn't think of any motive.

"I don't want money. The voice said.

"If you rob the color, please do it lightly, it's my first time, I'm afraid it hurts......"

Hearing this, the man seemed to be insulted, and he grinned and scolded, "Stinky boy, stop talking nonsense to me! Lao Tzu only asks you one question, and you give Lao Tzu an honest answer!"

"Who the hell are you from Xiao Fengang?"

"He's my master!"

Fu Cang did not hesitate, and directly reported the "relationship" with confidence. Although he didn't want to use the identity of the "Disciple of the Wind Sword Hao" anymore, he could only do so at the moment, when the situation was critical.

In Fu Cang's expectation, the person behind him would run away in a hurry after hearing the name "Wind Sword Hero", but it turned out that Fu Cang thought too much.

"That's what I'm looking for!"

The man gritted his teeth, raised his hand and slapped Fu Cang's neck, directly stunting Fu Cang.