That's right, the outside world only knows that the wine sword immortal Wan Changqing is his master, but they don't know that they have another layer of relationship

A hundred years ago, he was rescued by Wan Changqing and was taken to the Haoyuan Sect as his disciple to practice.

As a master, Wan Changqing has not handed over many very unreliable and serious cultivation methods, basically all of which are understood by Xiang Wentian himself.

But as an adoptive father, Wan Changqing has done his best.

not only gave him the best sect and the best place to practice, but also allowed him to find something worthy of his life's pursuit, kendo!

It is no exaggeration to say that without Wan Changqing, there would be no him today.

Obviously, he was in the ascending period of cultivation, rising like a bright star, but at this time, his closest relatives were about to leave him.

Obviously, everything he did was to gain his approval, but now......

"Silly boy, don't show that look. It's been the happiest I've had in 100 years, so you should be happy. ”

Wan Changqing patted Xiang Wentian's shoulder earnestly, revealing a kind father-like smile.

"Don't worry, your master and I are not at all sure, I will retreat for the past ten years to participate in the Great Dao of Enlightenment. Okay, I'm going to do what I'm going to do now, and you're going to do what you're going to do. We'll see you again! ”

When the words fell, Wan Changqing waved his hand, turned into a ray of light and left in a hurry.

Wan Changqing, who turned into a retreat, faintly smelled that there was a very strong aroma of wine wafting in one direction, and the aroma of wine was more charming than any kind of wine he had ever drunk, just like a beautiful woman covered with a light veil, full of temptation, as long as he could take a breath, even if the Eight Turns of Thunder Tribulation fell tomorrow, he would die without regrets.

Looking at the gradually dissipating light, Xiang Wentian couldn't help clenching his fists, and his face revealed a strong firmness

Yes, now what he should do is not to indulge in sorrow, but to double his practice.

If Wan Changqing fell in the Eight Turns Thunder Tribulation, then he would replace Wan Changqing and fulfill Wan Changqing's unfulfilled wishes.

But the problem is that now his cultivation has reached a bottleneck.

If you can't have a deeper understanding of kendo, this bottleneck will never be broken.

When the time comes, let alone the Thunder Tribulation, he won't even have the qualifications to step into the Transformation Stage.

But now, in terms of his understanding of kendo alone, he is not even inferior to his master Wan Changqing.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are few people in the world who can guide him.

Wait a minute!

Kendo?

Xiang Wentian seemed to have thought of something, his pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes were filled with intense joy and excitement. Isn't there still a person who has reached a more advanced level of understanding of kendo?

That's right, it's the owner of the edge house.

Just the sword path contained in the three big characters on the door plate of the shop, he couldn't fully comprehend it, let alone anything else.

Once he has a discussion with the owner of that bookstore, no, even if he can just look at that door number a few more times outside, I am afraid that his bottleneck will be able to break through.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wentian couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, and quickly flew in the direction of Boulder City. Along the way, he thought about it carefully, as if Zhao Mengqi had told him that the senior didn't like publicity,

Slim and very low-key.

Generally speaking, such a senior master obviously does not like the disturbance of monks, and will only open a shop in the mortal world with the idea of being an ordinary mortal.

In that case, he would have to come to his house as a mortal.

However, as a mortal, you need to think about an identity, otherwise you will only eat a closed door if you visit abruptly.

Well, how can I make that senior happy, so that he can also ask for some advice.

By the way, doesn't Zhao Mengqi have a certain understanding of that senior, won't she solve all this in that time? Thinking of this, Xiang Wentian was ecstatic and went to find Zhao Mengqi.

On the hill outside the boulder city, the good wine that had just been buried a few months ago had just been dug up, and Wang Fan walked back happily.

"The rich smell of wine, sure enough, this monkey wine is on fire."

Earlier, he just opened the lid and smelled the wine a little, and the fragrance made him fascinated.

Although it was said that the broken system could not allow him to cultivate immortals, but fortunately he did not pit him in other aspects, and the monkey wine made by the method provided by the system really tasted unusual.

Such a good wine, of course, is also accompanied by good appetizers, and tonight there will be a roast chicken feast.

Wang Fan licked the undried wine on his lips and couldn't wait to go back.

At this moment, a bad old man with a scruffy beard and unkempt hair carrying a strange big gourd jumped out from the side at once, startling Wang Fan.

"May I ask the old man, is there something?"

Wang Fan glanced at the bad old man who stopped in front of him strangely, and said loudly.

"Little brother, old man, I just smelled a strong smell of wine here, I don't know if the little brother has any clues," the bad old man twitched his throat involuntarily, with a strong desire in his eyes, and his eyes fell on the wine jar held in Wang Fan's hand.

"I just dug up the monkey wine that I buried before, I don't know if it was the old gentleman who said it."

As Wang Fan spoke, he raised the wine jar forward.

Seeing this scene, the bad old man's eyes stared directly at the wine jar in Wang Fan's hand.

"This ...... Little brother, can you ...... Open up a little? Well, just a little bit of a gap, and that's it. ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan thought about it and lifted the lid on the wine jar a little.

Just after the lid is lifted, the rich aroma of wine wafts through this bamboo forest.

The wanton fragrance makes people can't help but take a deep breath, and their hearts can't help but be shocked, and they can't help but be deeply intoxicated by the delicious aroma of wine.

Knock toot! ”

The sound of swallowing saliva is very distinct, echoing in the air.

The bad old man's eyes stared straight at the wine jar in Wang Fan's hand, and he swallowed his saliva wildly.

"Ahaha, look at it, old man, I'm too abrupt, little brother, I don't know your surname."

The bad old man's face was full of flattering smiles, rubbed his palms, and walked in front of Wang Fan.

"Wang Fan. What's the matter, sir? ”

Looking at the reaction of the strange red-nosed old man in front of him, Wang Fan asked puzzled.

"What old gentleman, if Little Brother Wang doesn't mind, just call me Lao Wan."

If there were monks passing by who saw this scene, I am afraid that their eyes would have gone out in shock.

That bad old man with a flattering smile on his face, that was the strongest person in the immortal cultivation world, the Wine Sword Immortal, the peak powerhouse of the God Transformation Period who had survived the Seven Turns of Thunder Tribulation.