A monk once said that the time that a person waits for death, even if it is only one breath, is extremely long.

Song Ziyang didn't believe it before, but at this moment, he felt that this sentence was extremely accurate.

The moment he thought he was going to die, he was completely desperate, all thoughts were lost, and countless thoughts surged in his heart, only to feel that this moment was as long as eternity.

But he didn't die.

The thunder that could directly kill the Qimen Second Realm monk in an instant was unexpectedly pinched and exploded by one hand.

He thought he was hallucinating.

"Perhaps, this is the return to the light before death......

He stared blankly at the rugged man sitting in the clouds, with a hint of melancholy in his thoughts.

But why does this man look so real-

His hair was messy, his face was full of stubble like steel needles, his face was like a knife and an axe, his lines were stiff and strong, and he held a wine vat in his left hand, and the dark yellow wine poured into his mouth, making a sound of "coo" and "coo", and there were hops splashing, dripping down the corners of his mouth, wetting his chest......

"Well, such a real hallucination?"

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and watched the scene suspiciously.

"Hiccup...... Boy, why are you stunned? Are you stupid by the thunderbolt?"

The big man burped heavily, threw him aside, reached out and picked up the detonator bottle and played with it, and drank in his mouth.

Song Ziyang was lying on top of the clouds, feeling soft under him, but he did not fall, and what he saw when he looked down was an endless black cloud, and vaguely, thunder could be seen flickering in it.

All around is an endless sky and clouds.

It's a sight to behold.

But in his heart, he couldn't pretend to be spectacular at this time, only ecstasy.

"I'm not dead!"

He almost screamed.

It was this rugged man in front of him who saved himself.

He crushed the thunder and pulled himself above the clouds.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life. ”

Song Ziyang took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed respectfully with a serious expression.

With the improvement of cultivation, the healing effect of the power of yin and yang is better.

Only a few quarters of an hour had passed, and he was already moving.

"Thank me?"

The rugged man raised his head and glanced at Song Ziyang with interest, threw the empty wine vat that he had finished drinking into the clouds, and said lightly, "Lao Tzu saved your life, how do you want to thank me?"

The vat landed within the black clouds, shattered by a new bolt of lightning.

"This ......"

Song Ziyang didn't expect this rugged man to speak so directly, and he was stunned for a while.

Then, his gaze fell on the detonator bottle in the other party's hand, smiled, and asked rhetorically, "I don't know how the senior wants me to thank you?"

After a slight pause, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, and said directly: "My life was saved by my seniors, no matter how my predecessors want me to thank me, I have no reason to refuse." ”

These words were said with great seriousness and from the bottom of their hearts.

He is a person who wants to repay the grace of a drop of water, and the other party saved his life, which is a great kindness, as long as the other party does not ask him to do something that violates his bottom line, then go to the soup and do nothing.

"Qimen Supreme Treasure Thunder Bottle, I didn't expect you to get it at a young age, and you can still successfully lead thunder, and you haven't been wiped out by the god of thunder, rare, rare. ”

The rugged man looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then smiled, raised the detonator bottle in his hand, and said slowly: "What if I want it?"

Song Ziyang didn't even hesitate, and directly waved his hand and said, "Since the seniors like it, this thunder bottle will be given to you." ”

It's not a trick to retreat, it's a heartfelt idea.

He has never been a stingy person, especially for this rough man who just saved his life, even if the other party wants his own life, he will not frown at all.

His logic is very simple, this life is saved by the other party, and at most it is just returned.

So, even his life can be returned, what is the pity of the detonator bottle of things outside the body?

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The rugged man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at Song Ziyang carefully, and saw that he was not cheating, so he couldn't help laughing.

The smile is wild and wild.

"You fought hard to successfully collect the divine thunder, and if you don't want it, you don't want it?" the rugged man glanced at him suspiciously.

Song Ziyang nodded, and said angrily: "It's just something outside my body, what can it be compared to the great kindness of my predecessors who saved my life?"

A person can disguise his decency and benevolence, righteousness and morality, but his mind and bearing are difficult to disguise.

"Okay, I won't tease you. ”

The rugged man was very satisfied with his words, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and raised his hand to throw the detonator bottle over, "Little guy, put it away." If you really want to thank me, just give me the wine you have on you. Well, if you have wine on you. ”

Let the entire Qingzhou desperately snatch and kill countless people's detonator bottles, but this rugged man has no interest in even taking a second look.

Discarded like a piece of.

"Wine, coincidentally, I just bought some. ”

Song Ziyang took the thunder bottle, put it into the Naxu ring, and at the same time took out the two jars of wine he had bought before and handed it to the rugged man.

He was not polite to the other party.

A person who can reach out and crush the thunder, he is not qualified to be polite.

The movement of holding the wine vat was a little bigger, and there was a sharp pain in the body immediately.

The remnants of the thunder had not yet dissipated, and were still raging in his body, but the divine soul was now strong enough, and the power of yin and yang was several times stronger than before, so he could barely stand up and make a slight movement.

He frowned, and forced himself to endure.

"Boy, do you drink? Come and drink with me. ”

The rugged man only took a jar and looked at him with slanted eyes.

Although he had drunk a vat of wine just now, his eyes were still clear and not the slightest drunk.

"Is there such a thing as drinking?

Song Ziyang said, "I haven't drunk much, but I dare to drink." ”

"Come on, this tank!"

He lifted his vat, touched it with the one in the hand of the rugged man, and poured it down.

This is the old Qingzhou wine that has been cellared for 60 years, the wine is already a little viscous, emitting a rich aroma, the entrance is mellow and fragrant, but when it enters the throat and the inner house, it is like a furnace, making him feel that his body is about to burn.

"Huh?"

The rugged man looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect this young man to be so crisp.

"Good! good!"

But immediately, he said three "good" words in a row, laughed, and said wildly, "Boy, well said, how can there be a difference between drinking and not drinking?

Then, he opened his mouth and sucked hard, and this vat of Qingzhou old wine turned into an endless wine line and submerged into his mouth.

It was like a whale swallowing, and soon a vat of wine had bottomed out.

"Hahaha...... Cool!"

He threw the empty vat down with all his might, and roared.

In an instant, the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were shattered by this roar, and the black clouds that were originally terrifying and shrouded in the sky above Lei Ze appeared in a void of thousands of feet.

Song Ziyang drank it in a big gulp, and it took a quarter of an hour to finish drinking this vat of Qingzhou old wine.

After drinking, he was already unsteady, staggering, casually threw away the wine vat, looked at the rugged man with a confused look, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly spit out a blood arrow mixed with wine:

"Poof!"

Then he looked up to the sky and fell.

He just had an explosion of injuries in his body, and his body couldn't hold on, but he wasn't unconscious, he squinted his eyes at the rugged man, gasped softly, and muttered, "Front...... Senior, my name is Song ...... Ziyang, you ...... What's your name?"

The rugged and strong man frowned, the light in his eyes flashed, and Song Ziyang's body had been seen through by him.

He waved his hand lightly, and a strong qi and blood power penetrated into Song Ziyang's body, and he quickly swam around.

The thunderous aftermath that was frantically destroying Song Ziyang's body was instantly swept away by the power of qi and blood.

After that, this rich power of qi and blood did not dissipate, but instead hovered within his dantian and condensed into a ball.

"Don't call me a senior, Lao Tzu is not a senior, just a dog butcher!"

He casually ripped off his coarse cloth shirt and threw it into Lei Ze, laughing wildly, "Song Ziyang, the wine depends on the character, you kid is good, you have an appetite for Lao Tzu." ”

As he spoke, as soon as his figure moved, he took Song Ziyang and came to the shore next to Lei Ze.

His upper body was naked, revealing his bronzed skin, his muscles were like steel poured out, containing terrifying power, and his chest and back were crisscrossed with scars, some of which looked fatal, but I don't know how he survived.

He just casually stood there, but it gave people the feeling of standing up to the sky.

The aftermath of the thunder dissipated, Song Ziyang felt much more comfortable, and his injuries were almost completely recovered.

But the whole world is spinning, and everything in front of you can't be seen clearly.

He struggled to widen his eyes before he saw the rugged man standing beside him, but he didn't know that he was no longer on the clouds.

"Tu ...... Dogs, dogs are so cute, that'...... Are you loyal, you ...... Why do you want to slaughter dogs?"

He slurred his speech, but asked, "Hmph, if it weren't for ...... You saved my life, and I will ...... I'm going to beat you up and avenge the dog!"

The rugged man was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but laugh angrily: "You little drunkard, Lao Tzu slapped you to death." ”

Song Ziyang, who had never drunk alcohol, poured a vat of spirits for the first time he drank.

And it is an old wine that has been cellared for 60 years.

He was completely drunk and hazy, thinking that he was conscious, but he couldn't straighten his tongue.

"You're still ...... Didn't you say, what's your name?"

He asked, glaring.

"Gao Jianli. ”

The rugged man didn't care about his attitude at all, let alone angry, just rolled his eyes angrily and spit out three words.

"Gao Jianli, what a bad name...... Do you know, there is a woman, her name is Chu Yidao, she is as bad as your name, but she is smug, I am embarrassed to expose her, your temperament is very similar, you are all so domineering, so heroic, so gentlemen...... If I have the chance, I will introduce you to each other, and you must be sympathetic to each other......"

"By the way, you saved my life, I will definitely return it to you when I have the opportunity in the future, you remember my name, my name is Song Ziyang, I am a person who does what I say......"

Song Ziyang's wine surged, and his speech became clearer, muttering and babbling, and then unconsciously, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he slowly fell asleep.

Gao Yuanli stood aside, looked at him quietly, listened quietly, and then turned his head and quietly looked to the far east.

There was the Jingchu Dynasty.

"Chu Yidao, it's really a bad name...... But Lao Tzu's name, where is rotten?"

He suddenly burst out laughing, his body suddenly rose up, and he drifted away, and his voice came from afar, "This little bastard, open your eyes and talk nonsense!"