evening

"Brother Dong? Brother Dong? ”

In his sleep, he faintly heard someone calling his name, and his tired spirit woke up, opened his eyes, raised his head, and saw Linghu Chong shouting his name on the side.

"Brother Dong, aren't you tired from practicing in the morning? How can I sleep until now, how can I wake you up. ”

Linghu Chong saw that Dongli woke up, the anxious look on his face faded, he took a bath and clothes, and when he got out of the hole, he saw Dongli lying on the stone table, no matter how he called him, he didn't have the slightest reaction, if he didn't feel that Dongli's breathing was stable and his pulse was normal, he would have called someone a long time ago.

"Oh, yes, I'm a little tired."

Dongli rubbed his eyes, now he needs a long period of sleep to replenish the loss of spiritual power, just about to get up, he saw that there were two more jars of wine under his feet, and there were many paper bags piled together, only to remember that before he fell asleep, he asked Feng Qingyang to buy fat chicken wine, but what he didn't expect was that the old man was quite efficient.

The big silver ingot that Dongli gave him was more than fifty taels, not to mention ten chickens and two jars of wine, even if it was doubled, it was enough for the rest of the silver taels, and the rest of the silver taels were estimated to make the old man greedy.

"Ahem, Brother Linghu, come, I have fat chicken and wine here, how about we go and rest after eating?"

There are a bunch of delicious food that he doesn't enjoy, and Dongli is reluctant to go to sleep like this, anyway, for him, sleep just makes his spirit recover faster, not that important.

As soon as he heard that there was wine to drink, Ling Hu Chong's eyes lit up, his whole face turned cold, and he rubbed his hands and said impatiently: "Brother Dong? Where's the fat chicken wine? ”

Seeing Ling Hu Chong's obscene appearance, Dongli was really speechless, picked up the fat chicken wrapped in paper and the wine jar from the bottom of the table and put it on the table.

"Ahh Wine! ”

Linghu Chong poured a big sip of wine, and sighed, he has not drunk wine for a while, but at this moment he is full of happiness, no way, there is strict discipline on Huashan, Mo said that this Ning Zhong does not like Linghu Chong to drink, that Yue Buqun has more, it is impossible to let Linghu Chong get a drop of wine on this mountain, usually this product can only be addicted to it when he goes down the mountain every month to purchase, this time he was punished for thinking over the cliff, and the most painful thing for this goods is two things.

One is that I can't see his cute little sister with silver drops.

The second is that you can't drink that mellow wine.

Dongli is not as addicted to alcohol as he is, and he doesn't show such pain, Dongli has always drunk in small sips, but he drinks very quickly, with short intervals, but he doesn't look very bold.

The moon in Huashan is very bright, and the bright moonlight shines on this cliff at any time, and the two of them drink and talk happily in the moonlight, but they are also happy.

(Damn, I'm hungry, I shouldn't have written this chapter in the middle of the night, T^T)

In the dark, a body of wind that was all white except for the skin was unexpectedly clear, sitting on a small dirt slope, carrying a jar of wine and carrying a roast chicken to eat, listening to the two young men not far away from the skin, until dawn。。。。。。

Early the next morning, Dongli woke up from meditation, last night he and Ling Hu Chong drank until late, the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk, Ling Hu Chong, who only drank a jar of wine, may be drunk because of excitement, and fell asleep in the second half of the night.

Linghu Chong lay on the stone table, the corner of his mouth flowed a table, Dongli saw that he was sleeping soundly, and he couldn't bear to wake him up, and he was facing the rising sun to cultivate purple qi to the east.

Feng Qingyang walked out of the stone cave, and happened to see Dongli playing the boxing method of Purple Qi Donglai, and was very curious about why Dongli knew Wudang's Taijiquan, but after a closer look, he felt that it was slightly different, and he couldn't help but learn it under curiosity.

The result can be imagined, this thing and Linghu Chong ended up together, but he was able to escape by himself, but this time he was discovered by Dongli.

Dongli doesn't care that this kung fu is stolen to learn, after all, this is not his own martial arts, anyone learns the same, anyway, it's Wudang who leaks the bad luck, isn't it?

After cultivating the purple qi to the east, Dongli saw that Linghu Chong was still sleeping soundly, and he practiced the spirit word decision knife technique under boredom, and cultivated the internal strength of the spirit word decision by the way.

"Brother Dong! Good knife technique! ”

As soon as he finished playing a set, Dongli saw a figure, with two wine jars under his armpits, and he seemed to run up from the sheep intestine path under the mountain.

As for why only one figure can be seen in the sake jar?

Ahem, you get the idea.

"Haha, Brother Dong, have you missed me for a long time?"

The figure appeared in front of Dongli in the blink of an eye, his words were frivolous and floating, and his voice sounded a little obscene, Dongli didn't care, and he stepped on the light gong and snatched the two jars of wine in his hands first.

With a palm slapping off the stopper on the wine jar, the mellow and rich aroma of wine suddenly emanated, and Dongli knew that this must be a good wine that had been cellared for decades, and such a large jar of wine was enough to drink several meals.

At this time, Dongli went to see who the person was.

Look at the two peach blossom eyes, the hair is tied, there is a strand of bangs on the forehead, an expression that thinks he is very handsome, and a short knife is pinned to his waist, isn't it the defeated Tian Boguang.

"Ouch, Brother Tian? What is the wind that is blowing you? ”

Don't get me wrong, this style can't be Dongli's words.

In fact, when the aroma of wine wafted out just now, Ling Hu Chong woke up instantly when he smelled the smell, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tian Boguang, and saw the two large jars of wine in front of Dongli, and hurriedly greeted.

"Brother Linghu, I haven't seen you for a long time, brother, I specially prepared two jars of fifty-year-old wine to visit you!"

Tian Boguang smiled, walked up to Ling Hu Chong and patted him on the shoulder, making it look like the two of us had a good relationship.

Dongli pursed his lips, looking at Tian Boguang's face, he knew that he had something to ask for, but looking at his appearance, he should be looking for Ling Huchong for help, since this is the case, it is none of his business, just eat and drink.

He ran to the cave to enjoy a jar of wine by himself, leaving Ling Hu Chong alone to watch Dongli leave with the jar of wine, and was dragged by Tian Boguang to discuss something, with a look of resentment.

Staying in the cave, Dongli happened to see Feng Qingyang in the dark, so he called him to drink together, and listened to the quarrel between Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang outside.

Sure enough, Tian Boguang was forced to go up the mountain to find Ling Hu Chong and take him to see Yilin just like in the TV series, and Ling Hu Chong would rather die than give in, and the two of them quarreled and quarreled.

"Old man, do you think which of the two of them will win?"

Listening to the sound of weapons striking outside the cave, Dongli said to Feng Qingyang with interest.

"Hehe, that kid from Huashan is talented, but it's a pity that his internal strength is too poor, not to mention that he is a disciple of Yue Buqun's nerd, hmph, the swordsmanship is even worse, I didn't expect to be defeated by the kid who made the knife in ten moves."

Feng Qingyang shook his head and laughed helplessly, and in the end, he blew his beard and glared, obviously disappointed in this generation of Huashan disciples.

Dongli took a sip of wine with a stone bowl and smiled without saying a word, of course he knew that Linghu Chong couldn't beat Tian Boguang, the gap between the two was too big, he deliberately asked Feng Qingyang just to stimulate him, as an old man of the Huashan faction, how could he watch his sect decline?

Sure enough, within ten moves, Linghu Chong was defeated, and under the denial of this goods, he found an excuse to go into the cave, and wanted to ask Dongli to help send him away.

"Brother Dong, you have to help me...

Linghu Chong panted into the cave, pretending to be weak, but when he saw that there was an old man beside Dongli, he asked suspiciously, "Brother Dong, who is this?" ”

Dongli couldn't help but laugh when he looked at him, and introduced: "This old man can be regarded as a kendo master, and he can be regarded as your senior." ”

Listening to Dongli's words, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but roll his eyes, he was originally Ling Hu Chong's predecessor, how can he call it?

"Brother Dong! You can't help Linghu Chong, this stinky boy! ”

Outside the cave, Tian Boguang shouted, he knew that Ling Hu Chong must have wanted to ask Dongli for help when he entered the cave, and he also knew that if Dongli intervened, even if he came hard, he would not be able to take Ling Hu Chong away.

"Got it." Dongli responded.

"This... Brother Dong, you... Seeing that Dongli actually promised not to interfere, Ling Hu Chong was a little embarrassed, he couldn't beat Tian Boguang, but he didn't want to disobey his master's words, for a while, he was very smart, and he couldn't think of a way.

"Humph! You can't teach the child, so the old man will teach you a few tricks and send the kid outside the cave away. ”

Feng Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore on the side, and snorted coldly.

"Thank you, senior!" Linghu Chong was happy to be in the color of the road, although he didn't know the old man in front of him, but he could be called a kendo master by Dongli, and he was not an ordinary person, so he hurriedly humbly asked for advice.

Dong Li watched the two of them, one old and one young, teach this and that, and Ling Hu Chong's stupid swordsmanship taught by Yue Buqun before was very dull, and the angry wind blew his beard and glared and scolded: "You can't teach you." "However, Ling Hu Chong is still a martial arts genius in the end, and he still learns very quickly.

Feng Qingyang only taught Linghu Chong how to use the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction, so he took him out of the cave to fight Tian Boguang again.

The result can be imagined, although Ling Hu Chong lasted more than a dozen rounds this time, but unfortunately, it was still difficult to change the fact that his swordsmanship was dull in such a short period of time, and he was still inevitably defeated.

"Hehe, Rao is a master to advise, you kid can't beat me."

Tian Boguang carried the short knife on his shoulder, and said with a villainous look.

Ling Hu Chong frowned and was a little worried, he knew that the swordsmanship that Feng Qingyang handed over to him was right, and doing what Feng Qingyang said did make his swordsmanship more than one level higher, but it was a pity that he still couldn't change his own problems for a while, so he was defeated again.

Tian Boguang's words made Feng Qingyang unhappy, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, okay, I'll teach him a lesson, and I can't defeat you, a stinky boy?" ”

Tian Boguang was angry when he saw Feng Qingyang, he bowed his waist and lowered his head weakly, he had already guessed Feng Qingyang's identity, and he knew that this veteran of the Huashan faction was a master in the world, and he really didn't have any bottom in his heart when he heard him say that he wanted to teach Linghu Chong.

"Boy, come in with me." Feng Qingyang glanced at Linghu Chong and walked into the cave by himself.

Linghu Chong followed behind Feng Qingyang with a trot.

What he didn't know was that the swordsmanship that belonged to him in his fate was about to fall on him...