In the middle of the night, the whirring wind never stopped.

Xia Qing was drunk, the first time he drank in his life, and he got drunk once.

The biggest trouble for people is that when they grow up, they have to start to face various situations and shoulder various responsibilities;

Man's greatest sorrow is that he is too slow to be clever and time flies too quickly. Some people, when they know how to cherish, are no longer there;

Xia Qing poured himself a drink, missing his mother who had never met, and missing the old lady who had passed away.

When I was a child, I often complained that the old lady was too strict and controlled too much, but now, I miss the old lady's bits and pieces.

The wine is in my heart, and I am even more worried. Suddenly, Xia Qing understood why Tang Banbei was drinking all day long, life was too painful, and when he was drunk, he was comfortable and could forget all his troubles.

"Drunk, so that I can live better. ”

"It's like a dream, it's rare to be confused. ”

Xia Qing muttered, stood up drunkenly, took out a Pu knife from the Qiankun ring, and danced staggeringly; When the knife is fast, it is slow, and when it is fast, the cold light of the knife alone can cut a drop of wine in half, and when it is slow, the blade only moves an inch in half a column of incense. From extremely fast to extremely slow, just in a single thought, you can condense the strength of your whole body on the blade.

The wind kept blowing, pouring into the inn in bursts.

Xia Qing didn't light the lamp, and practiced the knife as he wanted with the help of wine, and from time to time there was a cold knife light in the dark. At the beginning, the knife was fast and slow, virtual and real, piling up a thousand heavy sword lights, and slowly, the knife technique changed, and each knife did its best. Imagine Xiahou Xuanfeng standing in front of him, and every knife will cut it into two, three, or even pieces. Finally, with a sharp backlash, the sword rushed into the darkness outside the door. Suddenly, the poisonous mist that covered the sky and the sun rolled violently, like a wounded beast.

"Happy!"

"It turns out that the true essence of the drunken dream death knife is not in one move and one style, nor in the mental method, but in the knife intent!"

Xia Qing raised his head and let out a long roar, and his heart had an epiphany.

Aunt Yu Qiniang's Heavenly Demon Transformation Skill, Zhao Dazui's Eternal Long Night Horror Fist, he has already learned them, but Tang Banbei's drunken dream death knife has never been able to learn. Now, I finally had an epiphany, and I also understood why Tang Banbei didn't teach much before. Because, it can't be taught at all, and the knife intent of this drunken dream and death knife needs to be comprehended by yourself, provided that you experience the twists and turns of life.

If you don't experience the ups and downs and twists and turns of life, you won't have sorrow and troubles, and you won't be able to understand the sword intent. With the same mind and moves, everyone's experience and twists and turns are different, and the sword intent is also different. When a person pours himself a drink, he does not drink wine, but sadness and loneliness; when he draws a knife and makes a move, it is not the heart that controls the knife technique, but the knife intent!

"It turns out that this is drunk life and dream death, hahaha, drunk life and dream death......"

Xia Qing smiled, but his smile was a little bitter, and he continued to dance the knife while drinking, venting his unhappiness to the fullest.

After a long time, soaked with sweat and sore hands and feet, Xia Qing stopped, returned to his room to rest, changed into clean clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.

He was so tired that he hardly rested since he left Wuzhou after going down the mountain, killing the Blue Blood Ancestor, guarding the death of his father Xia Changkong, breaking through the Panlong Pass, taking office as a great master and annexing the Hundred Ghost Gate, and then stepping into the trap of Xiahou Xuanfeng on the desert, everything was painstaking and laborious, and I am afraid that ordinary people would have fallen long ago.

The next day, after the sun hit her buttocks, Xia Qing woke up quietly. After washing, Xia Qing pondered for a while, and took the one-armed angel Haibeili and walked out.

The old shopkeeper got up early in the morning and, as usual, lay on the chaise longue outside the door, basking in the sun. Seeing that Xia Qing was going out early in the morning, the old shopkeeper was a little surprised, "Qing'er, you're leaving so soon, where are you going?"

"Go where I should go, where I can defeat Xiahou Xuanfeng. The old shopkeeper, help me take care of the goats in the backyard and wait for me to come back. ”

Xia Qing left, and left the inn with Hai Beili without hesitation.

Last night, he was a little depressed, but woke up with confidence back. Xiahou Xuanfeng is very powerful, according to the old shopkeeper, he is a ghost talent that has not been met in 10,000 years, and he is a unique cultivation giant in Zhongzhou, but this does not mean that Xiahou Xuanfeng is invincible. At the very least, in the last battle in Wuzhou City, Xiahou Xuanfeng was frightened by the ancient mountain herders of Wuzhou.

What the mountain herdsmen can do, they can do one day! Wuzhou has nothing else, but there are many opportunities, and the Immortal Kingdom, the Great Witch Dynasty, and other forces have left behind a lot of ancient relics. In some ancient ruins, there may be exercises or treasures that can allow you to defeat Xiahou Xuanfeng!

Xia Qing left without looking back, went to the vast land of Wuzhou to chase his dream, and vowed to snatch his mother's calligraphy and paintings back.

"Alas...... , this kid, how long are you going to torture my old bones......?

The old shopkeeper shook his head and said yes, but he didn't stop Xia Qing's actions and let Xia Qing leave. There are some things that he knows no one can stop.

"Qing'er, wait a minute, Qing'er ......"

The old shopkeeper didn't stop it, but the madman Lu chased after him when he heard the movement, and stuffed Xia Qing with three long nails, "Qing'er, you left in too much hurry, and I don't have anything good to give you, take these three nails and go on an adventure." Remember, a nail can only save your life at most, don't force yourself where you can't deal with it, among the people who die in Wuzhou, there is no shortage of all kinds of geniuses and masters. ”

Lu Madman rarely spoke in the past, and he knew about striking iron all day long, but his true feelings were revealed at critical moments. Like Yu Qiniang, Zhao Dazui and others, he almost watched Xia Qing grow up.

"Thank you, Uncle Lu, don't worry, I have Hai Beili by my side, and I will be fine. Xia Qing put away the three nails, the nails were very long, about the same length as a chopstick, and they didn't seem to be special, but Xia Qing knew that this was a rare and good baby. None of the things that the Lu madman shot were ordinary.

"Okay, that's good. ”

The madman Lu glanced at Hai Beili up and down, his eyes flashed with a touch of surprise, obviously recognizing the identity of Hai Beili's exotic angel, but he didn't ask much, turned around and hurried away, and continued to strike iron, I don't know when he took off all the nails in the inn again, and wanted to practice again. Over the years, the nails in the inn have been practiced many times, and it seems that they have never been satisfied.

"This man is so weird!" said Habeli suddenly.

"Hehe, there is no normal person in this inn, now, you know how hard I have lived all these years. Let's go, let's go to Wuzhou City first!"

Xia Qing smiled, and led Hai Beili straight to Wuzhou City, not seen for a while, and some missed the spider demon and the Yantian eunuch.