Chapter 363: Sloppy Old Man

In the Demon Continent, only Luo Xiaofeng had the opportunity to open the Heavenly King Cave.

Luo Xiaofeng braved the wind and snow and walked towards the Ten Thousand Miles Snow Mountain step by step. Just now after receiving the news that his mother and Xiao Lian were safe and sound, Luo Xiaofeng felt a lot more relaxed all of a sudden. Although there was no road on the mountain, he didn't care at all. With Luo Xiaofeng's martial arts cultivation in front of him, tens of thousands of snow-capped mountains are like walking on the ground! It doesn't matter if there is a road or not, the key is where the legendary Heavenly King Cave is hidden. Since obtaining the inheritance orb of the Eight Great Sects, Luo Xiaofeng's sensory organs have become surprisingly sensitive. What is invisible to ordinary people, he can see. He can hear the sound that ordinary people can't hear. What the average person can't feel, he can feel. Even ordinary illusions, he can easily see through them. But the Heavenly King Cave that contains treasures, Luo Xiaofeng has never felt its existence, not even a little information.

Where is the Heavenly King Divine Cave? Luo Xiaofeng was not in a hurry, he believed that he would definitely be able to find it.

Ten thousand snow mountains, the wind roared, the sky was cold, and Luo Xiaofeng was heading towards the top of the mountain. The higher you get to the top of the mountain, the thinner the air becomes, and the more difficult it is for one to breathe. Luo Xiaofeng slowed down and slowly adjusted his breath. At this moment, there was a sudden roar from the top of the mountain, and as soon as the roar started, it was drowned in the roaring cold wind.

Luo Xiaofeng stopped and listened attentively. The roar rang out again, this time louder and longer. The top of the mountain was already in sight, and in the roar, the snow on the top of the mountain was stirred up by something, and it was sprinkled down the mountain one after another. The snow that was spilled was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

What is going on? Luo Xiaofeng was stunned, his toes slammed to the ground, and the whole person rushed up to the top of the mountain like an arrow.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng landed, a big hand grabbed him like lightning. An old man in tattered and sloppy clothes staggered towards Luo Xiaofeng. The old man's person seemed to be drunk, but he didn't get drunk when he made a move! He took it with his five fingers and clasped Luo Xiaofeng's wrist like lightning. Luo Xiaofeng's wrist was buckled, but the sloppy old man couldn't stand steadily, and the whole person fell into Luo Xiaofeng's arms. Luo Xiaofeng just wanted to push him away, but the old man snored in his arms.

The snoring sound was like thunder! It could be carried out for dozens of miles along the wind.

The old man's body was so drunk that Luo Xiaofeng almost vomited.

At such a close distance, Luo Xiaofeng could even see the dry wrinkles on the old man's face clearly. Luo Xiaofeng couldn't bear to push the old man out, he looked at this strange old man carefully.

The old man had gray hair, and the hairpin was a small, sharpened stick. His hair was not properly combed, and his loose hair was still flowing on his temples. The old man's face was thin and thin, and deep wrinkles were faintly visible on his dirty face, and his sparse gray beard was curly. The clothes on the old man's body were too torn, and the words "ragged" were not enough to describe it. The old man was barefoot and didn't even have shoes. Cracked, black feet like charcoal. The only thing the old man had on him was the gourd he had around his waist. The gourd was pitch black, and a rattan was wrapped around the waist. Luo Xiaofeng knew that this little gourd was filled with wine, because the strong smell of wine on the top of the mountain was wafting out of this small gourd.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed, he didn't know how such a poor old man could run to the top of the Ten Thousand Miles Snow Mountain alone. Although he didn't know the origin of the old man, he had learned the old man's skills! This was definitely not an ordinary old man! The hand that was tightly clasping Luo Xiaofeng's wrist had long since been released.

In the snowstorm, the sloppy old man fell asleep soundly in Luo Xiaofeng's arms.

Luo Xiaofeng really couldn't bear to pull away, and he couldn't move the place, he just stood straight in the wind like that, letting the snowflakes cover him.

From a distance, there are two snowmen on the top of the Ten Thousand Snow Mountains that don't move!

I don't know how long it took, the sloppy old man suddenly moved, he staggered up straight, stretched, yawned big, rubbed his eyes with a dry hand, and then looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a look of surprise.

Luo Xiaofeng shook off the ice and snow all over his body, and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"

The sloppy old man circled around Luo Xiaofeng several times, as if he had encountered a monster, he vigilantly touched the wine gourd on his waist, and suddenly said, "Which little doll are you, why did you come here?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "My name is Xiaofeng, I don't have a home, and I run around the world." ”

The sloppy old man said suspiciously: "This snow-capped mountain is ten thousand feet high, how did you climb up?"

Luo Xiaofeng didn't answer and asked: "You are so old, how did you climb up?"

The sloppy old man said, "My old man is slowly climbing up, what about you?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "I, like you, also climbed up slowly!"

The sloppy old man asked urgently: "My old man came up to find wine to drink...... Are you trying to steal my wine?"

Luo Xiaofeng shook his head with a smile: "I'm not interested in wine, if I have wine, I will definitely give it all to your old man!"

The sloppy old man laughed: "Okay! I love to hear that!" He laughed and patted Luo Xiaofeng on the shoulder, as if he had known Luo Xiaofeng for a long time.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the sloppy old man's wine gourd, and couldn't help asking, "Your old man loves to drink, but how many glasses of wine can such a small gourd hold?"

The sloppy old man laughed, approached Luo Xiaofeng's ear, and whispered: "My gourd is a treasure, although the gourd is small, it can hold a thousand catties of wine!"

Luo Xiaofeng was also taken aback, this gourd looked very ordinary, but he didn't expect it to be a treasure.

The sloppy old man tore off the small gourd on his waist, tilted his neck, and took another sip of wine.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask, "What do you call your old man?"

The sloppy old man swallowed a large sip of wine slowly, squinted his eyes, shook his head, and looked very enjoyable, and said slowly after a while: "The Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a wine fairy!"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "Then I will call you the old man wine fairy in the future!"

The sloppy old man laughed: "Everyone who knows me calls me a drunkard, but you call me a wine fairy...... The wine fairy is much better than the drunkard......" he laughed, and took three more sips of wine.

The strong aroma of wine and large snowflakes wafted on the top of the mountain.

The sloppy old man's eyes were straight, he staggered when he walked, and his words couldn't be said clearly: "We...... There is fate...... I'll take you home...... Walk...... Let's go......" He staggered over, grabbed Luo Xiaofeng's arm, and walked forward.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

The sloppy old man took another big sip of wine: "I...... Take you...... When he got home...... "He drinks fast, and people get drunk fast!"

The cold wind roared at the top of the mountain, and the snow flakes hit the face, and the pain was like a knife.

Luo Xiaofeng followed the sloppy old man, walking forward one foot at a time, he didn't know where the old man was going to take him.

(End of chapter)