On the city wall, the wind hunts, and the stars shine.

After Zhao Shenbi drank the thirty-fifth jar of liquor that Gao Yu had given him, his eyes were foggy, and he was finally a little drunk.

Around him, more than a hundred armored monks were flushed, all leaning against the city wall, or pillowing each other, or lying on their backs, in as ugly as their postures were.

Even a dozen or so female cultivators in this group of pro-army were equally drunk.

Fortunately, they still have a bit of a woman's reserve, and after supporting each other, they turned into a swaying light and returned to their respective caves.

In the sky, fireworks continue to bloom and burn, dazzling like billions of years of starlight, as if coming from the far end of the universe, so beautiful that people feel a little unreal.

Only Zhou Luan didn't drink, she stood alone in the city, standing with her sword, both her duty and her unwillingness.

She held a sword in one hand and an identity token in the other, and felt her eyes moisten, as if tears were welling up.

Because within this token, it carries the Tianchi marrow cleansing qualification that Zhao Shenbi transferred to him, as well as the 20,000 battle exploits that she shared equally with more than 100 pro-soldiers.

She suddenly felt a little lonely and lonely, and retreated farther away from the crowd.

With a complicated expression, he watched everyone on the street celebrate and hug each other.

Looking at the monks who were not qualified to climb the city wall under the castle tower, they cast envious glances.

Of course, I also watched Zhao Shenbi sing with wine, sing a cappella with mansheng, and his own master standing side by side with Zhao Shenbi.

Zhao Shenbi burped and said with a smile, "Fairy Lan, look, I said it a long time ago, no one can drink me!"

"So a commander is a commander, a general is just a general, and these guys can only be some small soldiers! Commander Zhao, it seems that you are not only cultivating for combat strength, but also convincing everyone in terms of drinking!" As soon as Zhao Shenbi's words fell, before Lan Xin could answer, a strong man with a shoulder knife who was so drunk that he was sitting on the city wall laughed.

"Fang Huyun, I didn't expect your kid's sycophant mouth to be faster than your knife. After Zhao Shenbi heard this, he also laughed.

is already drunk, and he is free to be a prodigal wreck, and between each other's words, there are also some of the usual rigidities and constraints.

In the laughter of his comrades around him, Fang Huyun touched his head a little embarrassedly, and even his old face turned red.

It's hard to imagine that this knife cultivator, who is known as "Lifting a Knife and Cutting Demon Lang", has always been upright and violent, and has been domineering and abnormal, will also have times when he is embarrassed.

At this moment, rising from the ground, under the majestic city wall more than 100 feet high, the sound of frolicking suddenly rose.

"Commander Zhao can't favor one over the other, everyone is a garrison monk, why is this city head who is only qualified to come up to celebrate as a general, and your old man's pro-army has also come up!"

"Yes, these cubs are really lucky, not only do they have the opportunity to touch the immortal qi of the two commanders, but they can also ask for a jar or two of wine to drink!"

"Alas, fuck it! I knew that even if Lao Tzu sharpened his head, he would have to join the personal guard army of Commander Zhao in the first place!"

Zhao Shenbi laughed when he heard this, but did not speak.

He flicked his sleeves suddenly, and hundreds of jars of intoxicating wine flew out of his sleeve robe, turning away like a heavenly maiden's scattered flowers, and after a burst of cracking sounds, they shattered in the air.

As soon as the spiritual power was wrapped, the wine in the sky turned into waterfalls and torrents, flying towards the city like a tide.

Almost at the same time, the light was everywhere, the spiritual weapons were flying, and the means were exhausted, and in a burst of laughter, tens of thousands of monks rose from the ground, exerting their magical powers in mid-air to coax and grab.

All of a sudden, the aroma of wine was permeated, and the voices of people were boiling, so it was not lively.

Zhao Shenbi looked at the continuous lights of thousands of homes in Xiushui City, as well as the continuous laughter and laughter below, not only on his face, but also in his eyes.

The weather is getting colder, from autumn to winter, and even sporadic snowflakes are falling in the sky, but there is still a corner of the vast world, which makes people feel at ease and warm.

"Sometimes I suddenly feel that everything we fight and pay for to protect what we want to protect is worth it after all. Lan Xin didn't know when she had already leaned in, also leaning on the rough city wall, with a pair of beautiful eyes and waves, looking at Zhao Shenbi and said.

Zhao Shenbi laughed, "Originally, I was still a little resentful in my heart because of the previous incident, but when I heard you say this, I have nothing to complain about when I see the scene in front of me behind the scenes." ”

On the city wall, after seeing this scene, everyone avoided it from afar.

Even the drunk and unconscious pro-army monks on the ground were dragged up by Fang Yunhu and these manifestation generals, leaving an open space for Zhao Shenbi and the others in a burst of strange screams and narrow eyes.

On the city wall, there were only two figures with outstanding graces, leaning close together, and they could even feel the faint touch and body temperature from their skin under their clothes, as well as each other's warm breathing.

Zhao Shenbi was really a little drunk, and under the gaze of that rippling gaze like water waves, there were also ripples in his heart.

He once wanted to cross sentient beings and become a saint, but he didn't do it.

But at least after being reincarnated and reborn, he is still a man of flesh and blood.

So he didn't expect that he would gently hold Lan Xin's white and slender jade hand.

The palm of the hand was soft, cold, smooth and delicate like milk, except for the tiger's mouth where the sword was held, there was a scar that had not yet fully healed.

Lan Xin was stunned for a moment, and then lowered her head in embarrassment, and the crimson color was like a fire in her heart, quickly spreading from her cheeks to the roots of her ears.

Zhao Shenbi still looked at the city and said apologetically, "My knife...... Are your injuries better?"

Although she didn't drink, her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, and after holding Zhao Shenbi's hand a little harder, she said softly, "It's not in the way." ”

A golden light flashed out like the brilliance of the great sun, and it seemed that even the night was going to be penetrated and illuminated by this golden light, and it immediately appeared in Zhao Shenbi's hand.

Zhao Shenbi handed the thing in his hand to Lan Xin, "It's a ...... I'll make up for you a little. ”

"Meridian Gengjing?" Lan Xin said in surprise, "What are you doing with such a valuable thing? And as a sword cultivator, don't you need such a treasure?" and...... Why do you have an extra piece?"

Zhao Shenbi shook his head, his white hair flying in the night breeze, as if he was integrated with the wind and snow.

He smiled and said, "This thing was originally given to me by you at the beginning, and now your natal flying sword has left a wound, isn't it just right to use the meridian geng essence to refine it?" ”

Lan Xin held the two pieces of Meridian Gengjing that were like liquid, so dazzling that she couldn't look at them directly, a pair of jade hands couldn't help but tremble, and the crimson color on her face was extremely thick.

She shook her head, "This is what you deserve, and it's too expensive......"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Shenbi gently covered her mouth.

At this moment, even if Lan Xin didn't drink a drop of wine, she felt that the whole person was completely drunk from the inside out, from the heart to herself.

In her spring-like eyes, the sword qi seemed to have completely melted into the spring water, leaving only tenderness and honey.

Between Zhao Shenbi's sleeves, someone seemed to sigh softly, but there were no words.

I don't know if I am sighing for Zhao Shenbi's affection in this life, or sighing for the result that Lan Xin will never be able to get.

What Zhao Shenbi didn't know was that because of his drunkenness and affection for a while, even when he traveled far away, leaving the Tianyuan Continent for thousands of years, until he soared to the Sumeru Great Realm, returned to the peak, and dominated the storm.

In the realm of mountains and seas, on the distant Tianyuan continent, there was still a woman holding a sword and waiting for him, until his red face and white hair were broken, Shou Yuan was cut off, turned into a pile of dry bones, and completely annihilated in this heaven and earth, still reciting his name.

And this is known as the ancestor of the generation of Zhongxing in the Sword Waterfall, only one step away from being able to withstand the thunder tribulation and ascend to the upper realm, from beginning to end, there has never been any heart-warming person, and there has never been any Taoist companion.

Once you encounter a sinking, you will miss it for life.

At this moment, Zhao Shenbi naturally didn't know what was going to happen in the future, and he didn't even have time to experience the softness and warmth of his palm, so everything came to an abrupt end immediately.

A figure descended from the sky with a sword aura like a storm.

If there is anyone Zhao Shenbi who he least wants to see at this moment, it must be the man in front of him who is extremely handsome and elegant, enough to make any woman crazy, but he is dressed up even more enchanting than a woman.

Wang Xuanji.

"The night is so beautiful tonight, I don't know if the little brother came to visit and disturbed the two of them. Wang Xuanji stared at Zhao Shenbi with a smile, and even threw out a provocative eyebrow.

Not only Zhao Shenbi, but even Lan Xin also had a numb scalp.

The tenderness and sweetness in the air disintegrated and collapsed in an instant.

Wang Xuanji didn't seem to notice Zhao Shenbi's extremely ugly face at all, but continued to ask, "Even if you disturb the two of you, the little brother really can't do anything." I look like this, Brother Zhao, you have also seen it, for the sake of my own life and death, I had to break the fifteen-day agreement and urge Brother Zhao to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Wang Xuanji's "beautiful eyes circulate", with a variety of amorous ways, "The conditions proposed before have been doubled." Brother Zhao will return to Tianyuan Mountain with me tomorrow, okay?"

Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and only said three words, "Get out, don't go!"

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