As soon as Chu Lan went out, he saw a beggar squatting next to him, covered in dirt.

His hair was messy, and he hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and locks of hair were stuck together, and there would be a lot of lice in his hair.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, although it was summer, he was still wearing tattered cotton clothes and holding a wine gourd in his hand.

The face is yellow, and the body smells of wine.

Chu Lan now knows why Yang Huan called him "mud monkey"

The "mud monkey" face was red, at first glance it was the reason for the perennial alcoholism, the bones were raised high, he put the wine gourd to his mouth, shook it vigorously, only a drop of wine fell into his mouth, and the old beggar smashed it.

Some angrily threw the wine gourd aside, and suddenly their noses moved, and the whole person swam with their noses.

Chu Lan took two jars of wine and had already opened the mud seal, although it was not old wine, but it was also good wine, and the wine was full of fragrance.

He saw the "mud monkey" with its nose facing up, its eyes narrowed, and the whole person slid in front of him like sleepwalking, and he couldn't help but feel funny, this is really a real drunkard.

The mud monkey opened his eyes and saw the handsome black-clothed young man walking towards him, and when he turned his head, he saw the little girl holding a plate of duck tongue with a sly smile on her face.

He put his hands on his tattered and muddy body and wiped it, sucked back the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smashed his mouth, and asked eagerly, "Eha, is this for me?"

Chu Lan smiled, and didn't care how dirty and smelly the other party was, and pulled the corner of his clothes. Said earnestly, "Old man, come, sit down and drink"

Where can the mud monkey still bear it, but since the other party has spoken, he is afraid that Chu Lan will regret it, so he keeps rubbing his hands and hurriedly sits on the small steps on the side of the road.

As soon as he sat down, he snatched the wine jar from Chu Lan's hand, raised his head and took a big sip.

Yang Huan looked at the giggles from the sidelines, and he handed the duck tongue to the mud monkey, "Don't just drink, eat some food"

The mud monkey grabbed a handful of duck tongues and put them in his mouth, and poured a large sip of wine.

In an instant, his face full of dirt rose with the smell of wine, and it became even redder, and he burped with satisfaction, and looked at Chu Lan and Yang Huan successively.

"Uh, stinky boy, you're good"

"Uh, but your little girl is always laughing on the side, there won't be any intentions, the old man doesn't want money, he wants to die, you don't want to give it"

Yang Huan moved his body forward and grabbed the corner of the old beggar and old drunkard's clothes, "Mud monkey, you can teach me two more tricks, I just put down a strong man of two hundred pounds"

The old beggar withdrew the corner of his clothes, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and said in a bit of confusion, "Ah? What? I can do kung fu with a stinky beggar?

Yang Huan was anxious, snatched the wine jar from the beggar's hand, and glared at him, "Nonsense, that night, I stole a lot of wine for you to drink, and you also said that you used to be a big master!"

The beggar looked at the wine jug that had been taken away, his eyes moving with the movement of the wine jar, and he kept smashing his mouth to prevent the saliva from coming out.

He begged, "Well, you give me the flask first, so that we can discuss it."

Chu Lan also asked on the side, "I just saw Xiaohuan's tricks, although it is simple, but with the help of force, using the arm as a lever, pushing the stool to make the other party lose inertia, this is all a clever trick, I don't know why the predecessors hide it but don't leak it."

The beggar laughed, took out his dirty hand and patted Chu Lan's shoulder, "Little brother, the old man knows kung fu, can he fall into such a field?"

Yang Huan puffed out his cheeks, "Nonsense, obviously you taught it"

Chu Lan's hand suddenly loosened, and the wine jar was about to fall to the ground if he couldn't hold it, and suddenly a hand appeared like lightning, grabbing the wine jar that was about to fall to the ground like a swallow picking up water, and then his wrist was already withdrawn.

Chu Lan's eyes flashed, and the old beggar had already gulped and drank half of the jar!

Yang Huan glared at Chu Lan, "I said, boy, why are you so useless, you can't hold the wine jar steadily." ”

Chu Lan ignored him, looked at the mud monkey, and hugged his fist, "The predecessor is so handsome, I don't know why such a master is buried here"

In fact, it is not difficult to reach out and take over the wine altar, many people in the rivers and lakes who have learned some additional kung fu can do it, Chu Lan's divine sense is far beyond the ordinary, when the old beggar made a move, he actually caught a wisp of Dao marks, which praised the old man's kung fu handsomeness.

The old man waved his hand, "Don't don't, the old man can't afford you to call your senior, this wine can't be wasted, I'll grab it, where is the effort"

After drinking, he raised his head and looked at Chu Lan carefully, and out of the corner of his eye, he aimed at the big sword behind Chu Lan, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, his fingers trembled, and he said eagerly

"Young man, can you show me this sword behind your back?"

Chu Lan took out the big sword behind his back, wrapped it in a black cloth, and tied it behind him, he didn't need a scabbard at all, this big iron sword didn't instill sword qi and sword intent, and the pork couldn't be cut, so he didn't have to worry about scratching his body at all.

Chu Lan held the sword fetus in both hands and was held in the hands of the old beggar. With one hand holding the hilt of the sword, the other hand gently caressing the blade of the sword, and the soft light in his eyes is infinite.

Chu Lan only felt that the old man had changed at this moment, and the originally slow and sloppy aura was swept away, and he actually exuded an inexplicable momentum.

This kind of momentum was not felt even on Ouyang Qingfeng's body, it was not fierce, and it was not perceptible to others at all. It is a kind of Taoism, a kind of feeling.

It seems to be dazzled, it has always been like a piece of scrap iron, and the bagang sword tire that can't be supported by the mud on the wall actually flashed a cold glow.

Chu Lan tugged at the corners of her mouth, thinking to herself, "Mother, this steel sword tire won't be so easy to rebel, right?"

Yang Huan was already unhappy because the old man didn't admit it, and looking at the mud monkey holding the sword fetus, she sneered, "Isn't it just a big piece of iron, not even the front is open, old man, you have to like it, I'll get you a lot of it."

Then he turned his head and glared at Chu Lan, "Boy, I see that you have a very generous shot, why do you hold such a broken sword and use it to chop wood, why don't you change it to a good one?"

Chu Lan smiled and kneaded Yang Huan's short hair into a chicken nest, the little girl yelled angrily, and she was about to pounce on her teeth and claws, Chu Lan stretched out a finger and put it on the center of the little girl's eyebrows, the little girl wanted to use the same trick to buckle Chu Lan's wrist, but every time Chu Lan dodged it.

After all, the little girl has short hands and short legs, and she wanted to raise her foot and kick Chu Lan many times, but she couldn't reach it, so she stomped her foot angrily.

The old beggar looked at the sword fetus and immersed himself in his own world, as if the noisy Chu Lan and the little girl had disappeared, and the pedestrians on the road had also disappeared, and all the sounds had turned into silence.

He suddenly hugged his head, feeling that his head was about to explode, and the scattered pictures did not flash in his mind, once upon a time, he was also a swordsman, a top swordsman.

Chu Lan and the little girl no longer messed around, looking at the "mud monkey" who was a little painful, showing a worried look.

But after a while, the old beggar regained his composure, bared his teeth and smiled, and returned to his crazy and confused appearance just now, he took another sip of wine, handed the sword to Chu Lan, and praised "Good sword"

Chu Lan followed and laughed, "It's indeed a good sword."

"It's just not good enough"

"How?"

"This sword has been banned by several layers, otherwise it wouldn't be so ordinary?"

Chu Lan's pupils shrank, and he no longer smiled, when he was seven years old, his father handed over this sword to him, and almost ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has never told himself any information about this sword.

He just thought that this was just an ordinary iron sword, but the material was special, and it was tougher than ordinary spirit-level weapons.

Could it be that this sword still has a great origin? It has even been banned from it.

Chu Lan's series to the end, "The predecessors can have a way to crack it"

The old beggar smiled, "I'll give you a solution, I'm afraid you can't control it now, take your time, see how many catties you have, how many layers you can unlock, and when you all lift the ban, it is estimated that there are not many people in the world who can compete with you"

Then he shook his head, "The old man is drunk, how can he clean up these things?"

Then he looked at the little girl, "Girl, I'm afraid this sword is the only one in the whole world, you said to find a big basket, but I'm afraid that it won't be able to achieve that."

Yang Huan was unconvinced, his cheeks were bulging, he really couldn't see anything special about this sword.

When Chu Lan saw her current appearance, she couldn't help but think of the cherry who was fighting with the grassroots. Presumably their family will have a much better life in the future, right?

At this time, the man who had been eating in the tavern just now had already come out with a few companions.

At a glance, they saw an old beggar sitting on the steps drinking and babbling like a dream, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to be a stinky beggar and still hide it, come and talk to the master for two tricks"

Yang Huan saw the man's appearance, and then inserted his small waist, glaring at the other party, "Hey, Zhao Da is splashy, what's the matter, don't you accept it?"

The man who was called Zhao Da Popi remembered the embarrassment just now, and his face turned red, but he didn't pay attention to her, just stared at the old beggar with a fierce look in his eyes.

He also has a lot of relatives and friends in the rivers and lakes, although he is not a goblin who licks blood at the tip of a knife, but he is definitely not a kind person, the reason why he didn't make a move on the little girl, one is because it is not good to bully the small one, and the other is that he is afraid of the shopkeeper of this tavern, that is the owner of Xuanhua Mansion to make friends, no matter how arrogant he is, he does not dare to provoke others.

Chu Lan was on one side of his body, blocking in front of the old man, and the murderous aura had been released, not allowing him to make a move on the old man.

The old beggar drank there silently until the last drop, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, "Wine is good wine, but all the wine in this world is not as good as your cup of peach blossom brew."

Then he stood up slowly, burped a few times in succession, and gently patted Chu Lan's shoulder. Walked in front of Chu Lan.

Chu Lan only felt that by this beat, the murderous aura in his body was instantly locked in his body by a soft force.

A few men knew that Chu Lan was not easy to mess with, and the biting cold just now disappeared, so they became more and more rampant.

"Why, old man, don't you dare, come and play two tricks with grandpa, see if I don't beat you up and eat"

The old beggar didn't speak, and stood in front of Chu Lan and the little girl with his head shaken.

When the man saw that the other party didn't give him face at all, he raised his foot and kicked at the old man.

I don't know if the mud monkey was drunk or what's wrong, his body was weak, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, and stretched out a hand casually, but he just clasped Zhao Da's thick legs.

In one fell swoop, Zhao Da Po Skin Fever had already flown out, face down, it was indeed a, but it was not the old man, but himself.

Chu Lan stared at the old man's back tightly, not wanting to miss the slightest, and the little girl burst out laughing.

The other two companions saw that Zhao Da was at a loss, and one of them punched the old beggar.

The old beggar didn't look at them, and when the two fists were near, he stretched out his palms like lightning, wrapped them around, and with a turn of his wrists, the wrists of the two men were broken.

Knowing that this old man did have two brushes, he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, and there were many passers-by on both sides watching, and several people were angry and moved to kill.

Zhao Da Popi struggled with a few companions to get up, holding down the sword at his waist, and was about to show his weapon.

It's just that an invisible pressure spreads in the air, like a few transparent hands holding down the handles of several people, and no matter how hard they try, they can't pull out their weapons.

Zhao Da was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, this situation had never happened before, was it accidental? Looking at the other three people, they were also sweating on their foreheads.

One of them suddenly shouted, "I lost it, I can't pull out the sword!"