Today's weather is exceptionally good, the sky full of fire clouds spread half of the sky, the sunset is still half-hidden and half-exposed hanging on the West Mountain, the golden red afterglow falls, and the Taiping Alley is red.

Like a drunken old face with a red drunken face, Old Man Fan took a sip of wine, tied the wine gourd tightly around his waist, and before leaving, he rubbed the bark of the old willow with his old hand full of calluses.

The breeze rose, and the turquoise willow fluttered slowly, gently falling on Fan Duowen's body, reluctant to give up.

He lifted the sword box in his hand and walked towards Zhongping Alley step by step.

Taiping Alley is relatively long, but it is not far from the old house to Zhongping Lane, but there are many people who have fenced the yard, and the houses are arranged tightly between them, leaving no space, so from Taiping Lane to Zhongping Lane you have to make a big bend.

Fan Duowen, who was already a master of the Heavenly Realm, did not plan to fly directly from above, he was not short of that time, his mood was very calm now, like an old man who was full of wine and food taking a leisurely walk.

At the corner of Taiping Lane, it is connected to Zhongping Alley.

The inn stood like a monster, red in the sunset.

Fan Duowen glanced up at the inn, it was now the meal for dinner. There aren't many people coming out and walking around.

According to the information given by the one-eyed old man, he knew that the people of the Shangguan family were hiding in the inn, and he even knew the internal structure of the inn clearly.

Here, tonight is not destined to be peaceful.

Fan Duowen paused, and after gently placing the sword box on the ground, he untied the wine gourd around his waist, raised his head and took a large sip of wine, and then wiped his mouth with his shabby and dirty sleeve.

Facing the inn full of enemies, Old Man Fan walked straight alone, and a gap had opened in the sword box behind him.

When approaching the inn, Old Man Fan slowed down, and he looked very leisurely carrying the gourd.

In a flash!

Three sword lights, one red, one white, and one blue, poked out from behind Old Man Fan and swept towards the inn!

The flying sword brought a gust of wind, but the momentum was silent, just like Old Man Fan's slow and leisurely steps.

Three sword lights pierced into the doors, windows, and walls of the inn from three different directions, and with a hissing sound, it was like paper cracking.

Subsequently, the inn inside.

A pair of wooden chopsticks holding vegetables suddenly stopped! After that, the man's bland face fell heavily on the plate.

Someone, holding a rice bowl in one hand and a vegetable in the other, looked down and found that the originally white rice had become scarlet!

Someone else seemed to choke on the meal, so he turned around and coughed violently, trying to cough out what was stuffed in his throat. See you! A puddle of blood coughed up on the ground!

There was also a drunkard, who was sitting on a chair and caressing his belly, and all of a sudden, his stomach was making a fuss, and he saw the blood in his stomach flowing out with the wine.

In an instant, the three flying swords have killed more than ten enemies!

The sword slowly floated out of the inn, one white, one red and one blue, one after the other, like a nimble swimming fish.

Fan Duowen controlled the flying sword slightly, and the three flying swords floated quietly beside him.

Perhaps few people in the rivers and lakes know that Fan Duowen, who is addicted to alcohol, was originally the sect master of a certain sect in the Tiandu Zijing City, and he was originally like those literati and scholars who danced and wrote all day long, playing the piano and tune.

Before this, he didn't like to drink, and even hated drinking, in his eyes he felt that drinking should be the special project of those market hooligans, drinking with the ugliness of drunkenness and vomiting everywhere, which really didn't match his amorous image.

When did the name of drunkard start to hang on his head, and he doesn't remember very well, if a person is drunk all day long, drinking when he is awake, drunk and falling asleep, and repeating this life repeatedly, what drunkard will think about what he did when he was drunk?

After all, what's the use of drinking with the word 'drunk', waking up? It's just adding to the troubles.

He also couldn't remember how long he had been drunk.

He only remembered that before that, he was the sect master, and then the tragedy of the destruction of the sect overnight, the sect fell apart, the death of the dead, the surrender of the fall, although he, the nominal sect master, was still alive, but in fact he was dead, and the sect after that had nothing to do with him.

Fan Dowen was famous for Edgeworth in his early years!

Today's rivers and lakes have forgotten the horror of his sword-like back then!

Before, he was a lonely ghost in the world, forgotten by the whole world; Now he returns, like a demon who has taken the lives of the living!

Fan Duowen flicked the grain of rice that hung on the collar when eating, this yellow-brown coarse linen robe was originally white, and he had worn it for more than ten years, and he could no longer touch it with elegance.

In the dimly lit alley, there was silence.

Only drunkards who want to vomit after being drunk will go to such a dirty alley to comfort themselves and relieve themselves casually.

Now it was quieter, with an oppressive atmosphere in the darkness, and the whole alley was cut off from the outside hustle and bustle, and no one would come here.

Because no one wants to die.

At the end of the dark alley stood a few people, like impermanence ghosts seeking their lives.

Fan Duowen walked slowly in the alley alone, looking at the two people at the end.

Now, he's alone.

The ruffian man threw the fire spirit monkey aside and said, "I know you, Fan Duowen, the rivers and lakes are known as drunken maniacs!" ”

Fan Duo took a sip of wine, and the red, blue, and white flying swords that were suspended dragged the faint sword light at the tail, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the enemy, and he said slowly: "Have you ever seen me use a sword?" Have you ever seen a time when I didn't use a sword? ”

Fan Duowen was famous for his sword in his early years, and after the destruction of the sect, he was famous for his sword moves.

To this day, he is still stronger than his sword moves, which is why he dares to be arrogant even though he is less hostile!

Another slender gray-clothed man laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Sect Master Fan, I know this, you escaped with this excellent swordsmanship back then, I still remember that scene, panicked like a lost dog." ”

Fan Duo snorted coldly, "The dog thief of the Shangguan family really dares to come?" How? Just came to you one? ”

The man in gray: "To deal with you a lost dog, you don't have to worry about it, I will kill you alone!" ”

Fan Duowen: "Do you want to take credit alone?" I'm afraid you won't be able to go back. ”

Fan Duo thought about it when he heard the wine, and said slowly: "To be able to chase all the way here, there must be a spy in Huafu, and he can hook up with the high-level officials, presumably this person's status in Huafu is not low." ”

The man in gray said with a smile: "Fan Duowen, what you expected is good, it is indeed someone who has reported to me, otherwise I would not have chased here." Just you know what? You're going to die in a minute! ”

Fan Duowen laughed and said, "Just the two of you? There are too few people, I don't even think it's enough to kill! ”

The man in gray smiled angrily: "I've been with you for so long, so let's tell you the truth, knowing the prestige of your drunken maniac, I don't dare to drag it out, and I have already informed Brother Xiuyuan." ”

Fan Duowen frowned slightly.

Immediately, the old face smiled with relief.

It's okay, I originally came out to fish this time, but I didn't expect it to be a big fish, maybe I was going to be eaten, it doesn't matter if I live or die, just come to a fish and break the net!

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