The vast wind and sand are in the night sky, and they can't see their shape, only their voices are heard, and the roar of the demon beast is heard in the distance, mixed with the wind, and it is no longer clear whether it is the roar or the wind. There were bursts of laughter and the sound of smashing wine jars from the top of the city, where few people appeared. There were many fragments under the city, but no one paid attention to them, and I saw two empty altars fall from the city.

The two people sitting at the head of the city were full of wine, but they laughed like thunder, but in the wind and sand that had never been small, and the roar of the demon beast did not spread far away. Raising the altar to drink which sloppy Zhongli was even more watered by the wine, and he couldn't tell whether the smell of wine came from his mouth or his clothes, and Wang Feng, who was sitting on the side, was no better.

Standing on top of the city with a wine jar in his hand, looking at the clear sky and no stars, only the bright moon was particularly beautiful, and said: "Wang Feng's life must be happy, you have been empty for more than a hundred years, when can you understand the truth of life." Wine is a pleasure refresher, not a sorrow remedy. ”

Wang Feng, who has always said little, said a lot today, and he didn't know in his heart that he had suppressed the pain for many years and didn't dare to talk to Ah Zihutou, but he was very happy in the face of Zhongli, who had only met a few times. Looking at the bright moon that changes no matter where it is: "Haoyue is a sword heart in the air, drinking wine and stepping on the city." Why do you have to fight with a sword, talk and laugh and leave a place for others. ”

Zhongli, who was holding the wine jar and looking at the moon in his hand, turned around to look at this opponent who seemed to have never been happy for hundreds of years, and said in one gulp, "What do you mean by this." ”

Wang Feng, who got up slowly and was already a little drunk, stood at the head of the city and looked at the mountain that he had not returned to for nearly three hundred years and said: "I haven't been back to that place for a long time, I don't know if it is still a home now." My cultivation in this body can be regarded as envy in the eyes of others, and in the past two hundred and eighty-two years, I have been exchanged for my life from a mortal to the Avatar Mirror. There are many things that I don't even know what the purpose of cultivation is, if it is said to be immortality. But I know in my heart that I am not the kind of person who is afraid of death, so why should I care about eternal life. ”

I don't know why Zhongli felt the horror of this opponent around him at this time, what a talent this is from a mortal to a multi-god mirror in two hundred and eighty-two years. There are not many geniuses who are afraid of death in the entire Northern Regions, and they can't compare. Back then, if it wasn't for the need to suppress the realm for two hundred years in order to enter the ancient battlefield, the realm of the near Yuan Infant was a person who had only practiced for more than a hundred years after losing half a move. This person has spent nearly two hundred years to cross Yuanying, and now he has the realm of transforming into a god, but it is not that unstable realm, so it seems very down-to-earth.

Raising the altar and looking down at this man who looks strange now, he has said a lot of things today, and he has listened to a lot of words. It's just that I never thought that a cultivator who had never been quiet in his mind could have today's achievements, it was a mellow wine, and this sip was very strong, like Wang Feng's knife, and it quickly became a flower and fruit throat.

The sentence Why care about immortality made Zhongli drink non-stop, and the sword qi that filled his body surrounded the real wine qi, and the two catered to each other. The heavy man of the wine altar fell down from the city and said, "Why care about immortality, this sentence is good. I have been practicing Zhongli for 579 years, and all I have in my life is good wine and this sword to accompany me. He thinks that he is uninhibited and uninhibited, and he has never cared about the eyes of others. When you know that wine is good, although it is better to promote fun, it is better to dispel sorrow, sometimes wine is more powerful than a sword. ”

took a sip and joked, and there was a kind of wicked smile on his face: "Didn't Zhongli just say that wine is a pleasure and not to dispel sorrows? Now it's only been how long it's been and I have forgotten whether I drank too much." ”

Holding the greasy gourd in his hand, he seemed to think for a long time before he said, "Wang Feng, do you believe that there is reincarnation in the world? ”

Inexplicably asked, Wang Feng didn't know where to start, and had been drinking slowly, and after a long time, Zhongli drank the tasteless wine in the gourd, in Wang Feng's opinion, it was water. But this wine is more intoxicating than the wine in the altar, but that small sip makes Zhongli have an endless aftertaste. The debauched and uninhibited appearance became righteous and awe-inspiring, and the sword aura on his body was indifferent.

"I believe that there is reincarnation in the world, and there must be reincarnation. I, Zhongli, want to live forever, immortal, immortal, immortal. Changsheng is very important to me, so why care about the lightness of Changsheng's words. Cultivation is not for immortality, not for immortality, so what's the matter, cultivation has been strong in order to live forever, only immortality has the opportunity to become an immortal. ”

I don't know why the immortal Zhongli is angry, where Wang Feng has been drinking silently, he never thought of why Zhongli, who has always been dissolute, would be like this. There are some things that you can say without asking, and some things that you don't say no matter how you ask. Wang Feng knew that he had drunk a lot of wine, and he had already said a lot, so much so that Zhongli was furious, pointed to the bright moon and shouted, "Do you remember her?"

Zhongli, who looked down at the gourd, said, "I remember, always remember." She said that there is reincarnation in the world, and I believed it. I have believed in her for 500 years, why I have not seen her until now, who can answer me? Immortality is not important, so is there anything more difficult than living?"

Holding a jar of wine in his backhand, he threw it directly towards Zhongli and said, "Zhongli, why do you care about this, even if immortality is not important, it is still good to live." It's been many years, and the promise was just because of a mistake, but it made you wait for more than a hundred years, but it's not too late. It's a pleasure to have a brother like you to drink with. ”

After taking the wine jar, Zhongli opened his mouth to drink bitterly, put down the wine jar and said, "You are serious." ”

Raising the altar to Zhongli, he said, "It's the second time I've drunk like this with someone, and I still remember that the last time I drank was someone else, it wasn't as happy as it is today." It's just that at the time, I felt that I couldn't compare with that person, a wild boy in the mountains and a gorgeously dressed boy. ”

Zhongli, who was in a somewhat better mood, was comfortable drinking, and it seemed that this change in the limit had become a habit. I didn't care that Wang Feng was by my side at this time to say the existence of that person, and my heart was much more relaxed at that time. Turning his head to look at Wang Feng, he missed him very much, and said, "Who is the person you are talking about?"

He raised the wine jar and took a sip and said, "Jiang Xiaobai, that guy is not a thing in the end. It's just that I imagine that it was good back then, but I don't know how I'm doing now. ”

I am afraid that there is only Wang Feng in the world who can describe Jiang Xiaobai like this, and Zhongli, who was drinking silently, said: "You should say this about him, do you know how long he waited after coming out of the ancient battlefield." It's even more ill, and I haven't been willing to say more in my heart, and now the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa has made the exit of the year a forbidden place, just hoping that one day you can come back without disturbing. ”

Wang Feng, who drank lightly, said: "His friendship, I know, if it weren't for the identity of the young master, he could accompany me to the end, after all, I saw him with my own eyes, he was the last one to leave the ancient battlefield except for me." Some things are fine as long as you know them, and I don't blame him for many things. ”

Zhong Li was about to speak when Wang Feng immediately reacted: "You said that Jiang Xiaobai is now the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa, when did this happen." It's been over a year since I've been back to the North, and I've even heard of your name. Why is there no matter of him succeeding to the owner, and besides, he is the master of one of the four major families who sit on his cultivation. ”

"Ask him something yourself. ”

Raising the wine jar, he drank it all in one gulp, and his face was full of satisfaction, and he gently twisted his fingers to look at Wang Feng and said, "I talked a lot of nonsense, isn't it time to say something serious now." Whether the agreement of the year can still be counted, I am waiting for this day. Knowing that you have just broken through the realm and are not stable, I can wait for you for a few years. “

knocked on the wine jar and said, "No, it's not in the jar." ”

Throwing out the empty wine jar, Zhongli looked at Wang Feng and said, "No need, it's a bit too much today." It's like a sword that can't be too full or too tender, and it's just right now, not drunk or awake. ”

Slowly got up and looked at the first old man he met when he returned to the Northern Regions, but he didn't have much friendship with Zhongli. It's like a battle of swords, there is no winning or losing on both sides, and there is no hostility. The two looked at each other and smiled, and the two people sitting on the head of the city were gone, far away on the battlefield outside Fengxiang City, the wind and sand were even bigger, but there was no alcohol for the two of them.

No matter how strong the smell of wine is, there is no sword aura surrounded by Zhongli, and it is not as heavy as Wang Feng, who is standing on the hill with a sword. The two of them stayed in the battlefield where they had been fighting for hundreds of years, and the murderous aura here was far less than the dead aura that had been precipitated for many years. It seems that standing here can already smell the Ming Dynasty who has died here for hundreds of years, the sergeant of Great Qin.

The sword had already appeared, but there was no sound, but the sword was buzzing in the sheath, in order to complete a verbal agreement with this opponent who had been recognized for a hundred years. There is even more nonsense in the wine, open the gourd and put it to his mouth and take a sip, in the eyes of ordinary people, Zhongli is drinking. In fact, he just smelled a smell that had been treasured in the gourd for many years, and he put down the gourd and pulled out the inconspicuous-looking iron sword.

"Let's do it, this battle has been waiting for more than a hundred years. Nine swords have been prepared for you, and three swords have never been shot just for this battle. ”

Wang Feng, who was still holding the knife steadily, said: "Nine swords are a bit too much, I still only have three swords for so many years. Presumably you have heard of these three swords, and I don't know if your nine swords can be blocked. ”

"I have heard of three swords, and one sword was realized only a few days ago. ”

The two just smiled indifferently, and the two hills were no longer visible, but appeared in the air, looking at each other very seriously. Because there was no winner or loser in that battle that year, only the back hand just waited for this day.

Only when the swords and swords that have been nurtured for more than a hundred years collide with each other, the entire battlefield full of wind and sand can no longer hear the sound of the wind, let alone ripple. Only the sound of swords and swords can be heard, and there are only two people here, one with a knife and one with a sword.

In addition to the sword, there is a sentence that does not fit the current situation, "You are stronger than you think." ”