The tavern was noisy, there were too many people coming in and out, and the old man seemed to be really too old to drink, and he began to babble nonsense after a pot of sake. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiang Yan also felt that his head was a little big, and he felt that what the old man said was not crazy after being drunk, but it seemed to be targeted, and he deliberately appeared beside him to warn and admonish.

"Fu Ling is a continent, but also a sealed mound, every other period of time will take the initiative to open, but every time it is opened, it will rain a monstrous catastrophe, dangerous, but also infinite, endless years, there have been handsome talents to accept the chosen one, nine deaths through countless dangers, rise in suffering, become a hegemon. ”

He sighed and continued, "It's a pity, dominating Fu Ling and leaving the big world, this is only the beginning of a rugged journey, the road of eternity is full of bloody wind and rain, it is a mountain of corpses and bones, a boundless sea of blood......"

After speaking, the sloppy old man raised his head, cried bitterly, his white beard and hair were trembling, and then looked directly at Xiang Yan with a cloudy gaze, and his wrinkled face showed a smile of relief and expectation.

Xiang Yan was shocked, walked to his side lightly, bowed down and asked, "Senior, what kind of journey is the road to eternity, where did those overlords and talents go in the end?"

"Defeated, all defeated, accept the protection of the giant spirit, set foot on this road and can't turn back, and from then on it is destined to a tragic life......"

The sloppy old man got up suddenly, walked to the door of the store tremblingly, turned around and said earnestly, "The remnant soul is annihilated, the ruined body is gone, and there is no way to return after the blood of the war is gone." ”

Xiang Yan was stunned, his face was full of incredulity, and his heart was beating violently like thousands of war drums in unison, surging up monstrous waves.

He hurried out of the store, only to find that the old man had disappeared in an instant, just as he had come out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air, silently without any movement, like a gust of wind.

The old man looked no different from the ordinary old men in the town, but thinking back to what he said, he witnessed the tragic end again and again, and watched several Heavenly Chosen talents walk out of Fuling and embark on the journey, as if they had lived for a long time.

Such a treasure must have run through many eras, gone through countless centuries, and knew the light and dark, good and evil that ordinary people did not know.

Xiang Yan was stunned, although he didn't know what the Chosen One was, but what he had experienced in the Ludong Cave Mansion had already revealed that he had been guarded by the giant spirit, becoming the so-called Chosen One, and embarking on that long journey of dry bones.

Seeing that the people on the street were full of noise and prosperity, and finally returned to the red dust, he was not half relaxed.

When I returned to the tavern and sat down, I suddenly lost the interest in tasting the aging of the acacia flowers, and only ordered some satisfying meals again, and swept them away.

"Little brother, you've finally come to Huailiu Town!"

Suddenly, there was a rough voice, Xiang Yan looked back, but it was Uncle Shan, he didn't expect that he had changed so much, but he still recognized him.

Xiang Yan was overjoyed, hurriedly got up to greet him, and said, "I didn't expect to meet Uncle Mountain in the tavern as soon as I entered the town." ”

"Don't look at the many strangers and monks in Huailiu Town, we who don't cultivate martial arts are the real masters. ”

Dashan stepped forward and punched Xiang Yan with a smile, but he shouted in pain, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and he hurriedly rubbed the back of his fists, "Little brother, why is your body like an iron block, so solid!"

Xiang Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, even if he had not long embarked on the true path of cultivation, the vast difference between a monk and a mortal was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

"Uncle Shan is recovering well, he has been injured so badly, and he has only been alive again in ten days!"

"There is an old pharmacist, what is this little injury?" Dashan laughed, and he was happy to see Xiang Yan from the bottom of his heart.

At the beginning in Chiyunling, Xiang Yan loved to kill wild wolves, fight jade-tailed demon scorpions, and sang an empty city plan to stop Yu Hao and his gang, and rescued them several times, such a great grace is worth remembering for a lifetime for these mortals.

He looked unusually excited, "Xiao Shuzhu would be very happy if he knew that you were coming, but since I bumped into you first, we would have to get drunk." ”

It is difficult to refuse, Xiang Yan does not refuse.

During those years at the Niwa Mine, I spent days and nights with rancid scraps and cold food, and I couldn't eat enough, which was a sin.

"You came to the Wind Valley Tavern first, you must be thinking about Feng Siniang's acacia flower aging. ”

Dashan squinted at Xiang Yan, and as he spoke, he had already pulled him away from his table and went to the second floor of the tavern, where only there was an aging supply.

Xiang Yan was stunned for a moment, poked in the heart, and just smiled innocently.

"Do you see those people?"

At the entrance of the corridor, Dashan pointed to a group of extraordinarily dressed monks, with a look of pride in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "They are all disciples of major sect families, rich and powerful, but unfortunately if they want to drink the old Huaihua wine, they have to rank behind me, a mortal." ”

"Why?"

"Feng Siniang said, the supply of acacia aging is in short supply, and there is a limit of eighty pots per day, which must first satisfy the residents of the town, although we can't drink much as mortals. ”

"We people can't penetrate the muscles and veins to practice martial arts, and we have worries about our lives outside, but we don't have the slightest risk of life in the town, and we can enjoy special care. ”

"It seems that if I hadn't met Uncle Shan, even if I wanted to taste the old wine, I would have no way to appeal. Xiang Yan suddenly felt very lucky.

The two of them went upstairs, compared with the cramped and crowded first floor, the second floor seemed wide and quiet, full of antique table and chair decorations, and there was a special person to guide them.

"Coincidentally, there is still one last pot left, otherwise I won't be able to drink it today. ”

Dashan was happy, he dug up and down all over his body, took out all the valuable items, and didn't let Xiang Yan pay for it.

Then, he carried the white jade wine jug in his arms like a treasure, for fear of being snatched away, and found a small table by the window to sit down, and added some snacks and dishes to drink.

"Little brother, I can't bear the medicinal power of the spirit wine, a sip can last for several days, and the rest is yours. ”

Dashan poured a cup for himself and threw the rest to Xiang Yan.

"Uncle Shan, I'm a martial artist, it's much easier to make money in comparison, so I'm upset to let you spend so much. ”

Xiang Yan knew that although Uncle Shan had the priority of wine tasting, he couldn't drink much at all, and he couldn't afford to drink, but he didn't hesitate to pour everything in his pocket in order to entertain his benefactor.

"Little brother has a great favor to me, when you come to my realm, you will be allowed to spend money for a drink, how can this be justified?"

Dashan raised his hand, for him it was not a matter of money at all.

Xiang Yan sighed, thinking back to the cruelty of the monk world, too many people rely on cultivation, they don't know how thick the sky is, they only have indifference and vendetta in their eyes, and there is no moral standard.

For the people of the Six Dao Sects, human life and death are like falling leaves and waves in the water, which are not worthy of pity and pity at all, and are all tools for the exchange of interests.

On the other hand, in the world of mortal villages and towns, the townspeople are warm and simple, and the grace of dripping water is reciprocated.

"Mortals drinking aged wine is simply a tyrannical thing, we want the last pot!" A cold voice came from not far away, and several young people walked towards this direction without concealing their domineering aura.

"It's strange that a hunting pariah can afford to drink spirit wine!"

"In my opinion, just because he is a pariah, he has to buy spiritual wine even if he is bankrupt, and he fantasizes that he can soar into the sky and the carp jump over the dragon gate. ”

"It's a pity, it's a cheap life, how can you expect martial arts practice?"

Young people in their teens and twenties sneered constantly, all self-righteous guys, mercilessly sarcastic.

"This money is enough for you to live a rich life for two lifetimes, Ansheng will spend the remaining ten years, don't have illusions......"

One person threw down a bag of gold coins, ignoring the reaction of Xiang Yan and Dashan at all, and directly reached forward and began to snatch the Huaihua Aging.

"You guys are robbing hard!"

Xiang Yan quickly made a move, protected the old wine, and raised his head and squinted at the domineering guys.

He glanced at Uncle Shan, who was motionless but evasive on the other side, and sighed helplessly.

By this point, he had understood that although Huailiu Town was their safe haven, who would care about these ordinary battles all the time?

Although there is no worry about life and death, in the face of the bullying of the monks, these men who lick blood at the tip of the knife for their livelihood can only swallow their anger.

Xiang Yan frowned, got up quickly, two fine lights flashed in his eyes, forced a few people, and said, "We don't sell this wine, you can do it yourself!"