What's so good about the rivers and lakes?

There is endless wine, endless blood, and endless heads.

Of course, there are endless things to see, endless people to meet, and endless rivers and lakes.

He was destined to be a prodigal son, and he probably stayed somewhere for a moment just because there was something worth doing here, and no matter how bad he was, he still wanted to drink.

From early spring to late summer, today is the time to leave.

As the sky gradually rose, Wei Zigeng carried the worn-out long sword wrapped in a gray cloth bag, and the delicate long knife that was already pure white hung from his waist.

Outside the courtyard gate, Xu Yue had been waiting for a long time, and he was leaning against the courtyard gate here, waiting patiently.

"Don't you have to say goodbye?"

"Where are there so many goodbyes to the rivers and lakes?"

After speaking, Wei Zigeng walked towards the gate without looking back.

Yes, where are there so many goodbyes in the rivers and lakes? Rather than making people think that they will see each other again in the future, it is better to leave a thought without saying goodbye.

"What about the Liangqiu brothers and sisters?"

Xu Yue said as he walked:

"Go and get the horses ready, I'm afraid I've been waiting for a long time now."

Wei Zigeng let out an "um" and then nodded.

Through the corridor, the two came to Pinghu Villa, Liangqiu brothers and sisters led two horses, which was given to them by Cheng Xi with a wave of his hand last night, and a few people were afraid that Cheng Xiaogongzi would turn his face and not admit it, so he was pulled out of the stable early today.

Placing the package on the side of the saddle, the four of them turned over and got on their horses in unison, and did not look back.

Inside the door of Pinghu Villa, the three sisters and brothers of the Cheng family were standing inside the door, and Cheng Xi looked at the backs of several people leaving with resentment, and said viciously:

"Eat donkey meat with sauce today!"

"That's a mule!"

"Then eat the sauce mule meat!"

With a few tall horses, Wei Zigeng left the big black mule in Pinghu Villa and asked him to take care of it for him.

The little boy and the second lady walked to the house with deep resentment, leaving Cheng Qing alone to lean on the door frame, as if they had a thousand words, and finally hid them deep in their hearts.

At the Jialing Gate in the east of the city, the old man Cheng and the drunkard Xu were waiting at the city gate early, and the guards on the side looked at the old man who said that he was the "soil emperor" of Jiangnan Province, and they were uncomfortable.

For as long as this young soldier can remember, the elders in the family often talk about Cheng Kongfang, the owner of Pinghu Villa, and the fear on his face is always greater than respect, and over time, a deep-rooted cognition has been formed in his heart.

"Master Cheng Zhuang must be an old devil who kills people without blinking an eye, eats people without spitting out bones."

Cheng Kong looked at the soldier with sweat on his forehead with a kind smile, and said:

"The weather is indeed hotter, you are still wearing such thick armor, it is really hard for you, today the old man ordered the servants in the house to send some melons and fruits and sour plum soup to relieve the heat."

When the cold hit, the young soldier shivered for a while, subconsciously turned his head, gasped for breath, and his eyes didn't know where to look, so he had to bend down to thank him, and he was honestly afraid.

Cheng Kongfang shook his head helplessly, how could he not know what this young man was thinking, the drunkard on the side took a sip of wine and said:

"Old man, you should smile more, and then you will know how the smiling tiger came to be"

"I'm in a good mood today, don't force me to kick you a few times."

The drunkard Xu looked up at the sky and took a sip of wine indifferently, but Cheng Kongfang gave him a word.

However, even with this attitude, he Cheng Kongfang is not a tiger-eyed tiger entrenched in Jiangnan Province.

There are thousands of thoughts, and my eyes seem to pass through the long river of time, back to the old days.

From poverty to today's huge family business, it only took him less than fifty years to complete things that others are difficult to accomplish in several lifetimes, and there has always been such a drunkard who almost starved to death on the side of the road around him, and he was already full of frost and snow.

"Qing'er's mother died, she died in a few days, although we have lived for so many years, my three children have never let me worry."

"Old man Cheng, I can't die if you die, don't worry, isn't this me? Whoever dares to offend my Pinghu Villa, my fists will make them understand what to do and what not to do. ”

After a moment of silence, Cheng Kongfang nodded and said lightly:

"Well, I'm relieved."

The drunkard Xu looked down at the old man on the side, once upon a time, this figure stood in front of him, blocking too much wind and rain for him, this figure was like a mountain rock, unshakable.

Now, he could look down and see the top of his head, and his white hair was like frost and snow.

There is only white hair in the world of justice, and the nobles have never spared their heads.

"Old man, here they are."

The words of the drunkard Xu pulled Cheng Kongfang back from the past years, looked up, and the four horsemen were slowly walking towards Jialing Gate, and when they came to Cheng Kongfang and the two, they all dismounted and bent down to salute.

"Master Cheng Zhuang, the juniors and others are supported by the villa this time, and there are many disturbances, please forgive me."

Cheng Kongfang looked at the four young people in front of him and said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's okay, for so many days, as the head of the family, I didn't come forward in person, which is disrespectful to the guests."

In Jiangnan and even in the whole of Dali, there are only a handful of people who can make Cheng Kongfang say such things, which makes the drunkard Xu on the side frown.

Wei Zigeng looked at this middle-aged man who was drinking all the time, and said with a smile:

"I have been in Jiangnan for a long time, and the biggest regret is that I have not been able to consult with Senior Xu for a lesson or two, I don't know if it is possible?"

This is the most special person in Pinghu Villa, although he is just a mediocre and drunkard on the surface, but no one in the mansion dares to disrespect him, even if the well-known demon king in the mansion sees the person in front of him, he only begs for mercy.

According to Cheng Xi, this person's name is Xu Lin, and he has been by his side since Cheng Kongfang was at the end of his life, and his cultivation is unfathomable, and his killing power is the highest in the three states of Jiangnan Province.

One morning, Wei Zigeng practiced swords in the courtyard, and the drunkard Xu leaned in the gazebo, always holding a wine gourd in his hand to drink.

"Sword cultivation is different from that of a qi practitioner, he is more inclined to martial arts, which requires physical training, followed by the mind and his own understanding, all three are indispensable."

Wei Zigeng also tried to test one or two, but he avoided this topic intentionally or unintentionally.

The drunkard Xu took a sip of wine, looked at Cheng Kongfang, who still had a kind smile, and then looked at Wei Zigeng, so he waved his hand helplessly:

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, say it in advance, and the point will stop."

When a few people came to the official road outside the city, Wei Zigeng's face was solemn, holding a knife in one hand and a handle in the other, on the other hand, the drunkard Xu actually yawned at this moment.

"Boy, you don't have to worry about me, just go with the knife."

Saying that, Wei Zigeng took a step forward, and then the whole person disappeared in place, and the next moment he was already in front of the drunkard Xu, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, and suddenly pulled it out.

A white rainbow flashed away, and the drunkard Xu was slightly surprised in his eyes, he raised the wine jug, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, bent down and handed it out with both fists, this series of movements was only in an instant.

The two fists collided with the knife, and a powerful shock force blasted Wei Zigeng's whole person upside down, and the young man just used this shock force to turn over in the air, and then threw the knife back, straight into the ground behind him, and he stepped on the handle of the knife with both feet.

"Mountains and rivers!"

The worn-out long sword in the cloth bag behind him came out in response, accompanied by a vast sword aura, Wei Zigeng held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and the whole person seemed to have changed immediately.

The corners of the drunkard's mouth rose, and the appearance of the young man rushing towards him with a sword was already like a mountain and river in his eyes.

The green bricks at the city gate have been used for hundreds of years, and the triple clay made of clay, glutinous rice and lime has not appeared a single crack for hundreds of years when countless cars and pedestrians walk every day. And at this moment, he was stepped out of two holes by the drunkard Xu.

The fist was opened, the drunkard Xu was surrounded by mist steaming, a muffled snort, a punch was handed out, the tip of the sword collided with the fist, the mountain and river sword was bent into a strange arc, Wei Zigeng's eyes flashed, the mountains and rivers rippled, and the ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly soared.

"The shopkeeper has been stagnant in the Kaiyang Realm for too long, and every fight and life-and-death struggle is an opportunity to break through the realm."

Liang Qiu painter is so smart, at a glance, you can see that Wei Zigeng has taken great pains to break through the situation, and he does not want to give up every opportunity.

"Hey, can he not be in a hurry? Do you know his sister? That is the personal disciple of Taixuan Zhenjun, the patriarch of Yuyulou in Yuzhou, and the youngest monk of the Hedao Realm in the seven hundred years of Dali. ”

Speaking of Wei Ziqing, Liangqiu was also embarrassed, it is rumored that this immortal disciple was just a pure martial artist of the Second Realm Cave Ming Realm before entering the Yuyu Building, but in just two years, he has completed the road that even a Tianzhong wizard may not have taken in his lifetime.

Although it is important to have a good teacher, how is it not important to have a good mind and understanding?

But I saw the drunkard Xu's left hand clenched into a fist, and a strong fist wind smashed towards Wei Zigeng's heart with a cold fist intent, Wei Zigeng stretched out his hand backwards, and the white ripple long knife was captured in his hand.

The young man held a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, and the horizontal knife resisted, and after the fist intent was leaked away by Bai Lian, the drunkard Xu took advantage of the gap and flicked the mountain and river sword thirty-six with two fingers.

The number of Tiangang is thirty-six, Wei Zigeng accepted it calmly, and wanted to use this to hit the realm barrier in his heart that could be broken with one stab.

Why didn't the drunkard Xu know what he was thinking? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was happy to see it happen, what if he gave the boy a creation?

The qi machine was infused into it, and a faint purple qi lingered in his body, his fist was loosened into his palm, and the purple qi was collected in his palm, and he gently pushed it on the young man's chest. This style is to push Huashan softly, Wei Zigeng jumped behind him lightly, put the knife into the sheath, and the long sword was thrown at will, and the long sword was returned to the sheath, and the score was exactly the same.

"Thank you for the guidance of the seniors, the younger generations have benefited a lot."

Wei Zigeng clasped his hands into fists and respectfully made a junior salute.

The drunkard pouted, waved his hand impatiently, and then untied the wine jug at his waist and took a sip with his head up.

", get out of here, waste my time drinking for so long."

Wei Zigeng and the others clasped their fists and saluted again, turned over and advanced towards Kuizhou after turning over their horses.

"What is the strength of this senior Xu?"

After walking a journey, Xu Yue on the side saw that Wei Zigeng was still immersed in the artistic conception of the previous punch, and asked in a low voice.

Wei Zigeng frowned, then came back to his senses and said:

"He's very strong, I can feel that if he doesn't want to fight for that slightest chance to become an immortal, otherwise he can enter the Three Realms at any time."

"Oh my good! There will still be such strong people in Jianghuai and Jianghuai?! ”

Xu Yue couldn't help but be dumbfounded.