"What's your name?"

On a small island with a dense jungle, a young man with a purple streamer on his head, a handsome face like a woman, thin lips and thin eyebrows, and a slender and thin body walked in front to lead the way, Fang Ping followed and asked.

The young man looked ignorant, and after a while, he took Fang Ping and walked to the other side of the island.

On the cliff more than 10 meters high from the river, a man with long snow-white hair and a appearance of only 30 years old, holding a fishing rod in his hand, was leisurely fishing, and the fish basket on the side was empty.

Hearing the movement behind him, the man handed the fishing rod to the young man and turned to look at Fang Ping.

Only then did Fang Ping see the man's appearance clearly, he was as rich as jade, dignified and dusty, his white hair added a bit of mystery, and there were traces of the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

Under the induction of the Yuan Shen, Fang Ping couldn't even judge the man's cultivation.

This is the meeting of a hermit master.

"I want my little friend to laugh, I'm a disciple, soft and kind, innocent and casual, if I say something good, it's a child's heart, it's exquisite, and if I don't say it, it's a little stupid." The man spoke softly.

Fang Ping didn't hold it up, bowed, and said: "The younger generation doesn't see it that way, if the temperament is soft and kind, and it is also stupid, then there are many people in this world who are extremely vicious and murderous, won't they become good people?" ”

The young man who took over the fishing rod from Shizun's hand and took on the heavy responsibility of fishing shook his body and looked at Fang Ping's gaze, a little less resentful and a little more cordial.

"Xiaoyou's wonderful words, I heard Xiaoyou say just now, you want to drink?" The man waved his sleeves, and there was an extra desk on the ground, on which were placed all kinds of mountain dishes and wild mushrooms, as well as a pot of spirits that exuded nine colorful lights: "This wine is called Nine Mountains and Rivers, and every sip of it will have a different taste. ”

The man sat in front of the desk with great interest, staring at the black-clothed young man who looked ordinary but had a radiant bearing, like the overlord of the world.

That vigorous and vigorous qi engraved in the bones, emanating from the depths of the soul, invincible and earth-shattering light, if it were not for my invincible, ancient and modern demons, how could I hold it.

Fang Ping was shocked, it could be seen that his every move, word and deed on the island fell into the eyes of the white-haired man: "That little black ......"

The man laughed and didn't take it seriously; "It's just a beast, it's just a foot, accidentally tamed, it can fall into the belly of a little friend, that's its creation, don't talk about this."

"The seniors are bright, and the juniors are not welcome." Fang Ping took a step forward and sat straight in front of the desk.

"It's the first cup." The man bent his fingers, and the wine jug containing the nine mountains and rivers flew up in the air, with the spout facing down, and poured a line of wine as brilliant as the Milky Way into the wine cup.

Looking at the wine cup in front of him, Fang Ping opened his eyes, saying that it was wine, there was no aroma of wine, the strange light was dazzling, and there were mountains, rivers, sun and moon swimming in it.

"Don't drink it."

The boy's voice suddenly came.

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, and Chuanyin asked; "Poison in wine?"

"Nope."

"Then why can't you drink it?"

“……”

The boy couldn't say why.

The man sensed the clue and scolded angrily: "If you don't fight for yourself, do you think that others are the same as you?" Today, the old man will open your eyes and see what people are like. ”

Fang Ping: "......"

It's really hard to refuse, but the boy won't remind him for no reason.

"Little friend, please drink this monument."

The man urged with a smile.

"Then try?"

From the man, Fang Ping didn't feel malice, and the other party had no reason to harm him.

She raised her wine glass and drank all the nine mountains and rivers in the wine cup in one gulp.

Colorless and tasteless, like drinking a clear spring.

After a few breaths, Fang Ping's face changed.

He felt that the sky was spinning, his body was numb, the stars in the sky were sometimes dim, sometimes bright, just a breath, he had spent thousands of years, seen all the mountains and rivers withered and prosperous, the stars changed, and everything changed......

It's like a big dream.

After waking up, Fang Ping shook his head drunkenly.

"Not drunk?" The young man took a breath with her mouth wide open, but she couldn't drink half a cup.

"Where did the nine turns of mountains and rivers come from?" Fang Ping asked.

The man drank a glass of himself, revealing an intoxicated look, and when he came back to his senses, he replied: "In the whole world, there is naturally only the old man who can make such a fairy wine, but unfortunately, the old man has only made one jar, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to make such a good wine." This is the last pot ......."

At this, the man sighed.

"The predecessors have a whimsical idea, the name of this wine is also an appropriate benefit, nine turns of mountains and rivers, between a moment, people want to see the mountains and rivers withered and prosperous, and the stars change, maybe the predecessors will not be able to make this wine in this life, but I believe that the predecessors will be able to make a wine far better than this wine." Fang Ping said with a smile.

These words hit the nail on the head, causing the man to laugh heartily, and poured another cup for Fang Ping: "Can Xiaoyou drink again?" ”

Fang Ping was also interested, and said proudly: "Why not?" Again! ”

The second cup was down, and the momentum was more than several times stronger.

In the world of knowing the sea, the Yuanshen villain swayed, as if he was drunk.

The third cup is down.

Again, it feels different.

The Luoshui in front of Fang Ping's eyes regressed sharply, dried up, and the exposed earth, not a single inch of grass grows, and the cracks are all over, and the picture turns, and towering ancient trees grow on the ground, as if hundreds of years, thousands of years, the surface of the earth has undergone earth-shaking changes: "This wine is really mysterious, and there are great avenues and mysteries blending with its inner ......"

When he woke up, he waved his hand and said, "There are so many seniors, I can't drink anymore." ”

The man's eyes danced with a shocked color that could not be hidden, but his mouth was annoyed; "I don't think you give face to the old man! Drink one more! ”

Behind, the boy was in disbelief, as if looking at Fang Ping as if he was looking at a monster.

Three cups! Three glasses still not drunk? The master only drank eight cups at most.

"I can't drink it...... Old...... By the way, what's your name? ”

"Old man Fan Changqing."

"Old Fan, I really can't drink it."

"No, at least another drink! After drinking this cup, the old man will let you go! ”

"I can't help it, I really can't drink it, I'm going to vomit if I drink it again."

……

I call you Lao Fan, you call me little brother, and the two of them have their own opinions.

This made the teenager look dumbfounded.

"One last cup!" Fan Changqing was still forcing Fang Ping to drink.

Drunk until three points are drunk, Fang Ping, who plays until you cry, can still drink, but if you drink again, you will inevitably get drunk, even if Fan Changqing has good intentions and no malice, he doesn't want to get drunk and unconscious, so he said: "Old Fan, don't force me...... Fang Mou...... Drunk too much...... You can do anything! ”

The young man couldn't stand it anymore, and said timidly: "That's it, Shizun, you are forced by a strong man, it doesn't make sense!" ”

"What do you know, this son Er'er is a supernatural martial saint realm, he can drink three cups of nine-turn mountains and rivers, and he also pretends to have a virtue that can't be drunk, his divine soul will is so strong, it is rare in the world, I want to see how many cups he can drink......" Fan Changqing snorted and told his true thoughts.

"Then you can't force people to ......"

Fan Changqing was too lazy to listen to the chatter of the apprentices, so he got up and shouted, "Have another drink!" ”

"......" Fang Ping couldn't cry or laugh, his heart moved, he looked at the young man with clear bones and bones, and said: "Persuade Lao Fan Cheng not to ......"

The young man's cheeks were flushed, maybe he felt that the master had embarrassed him, or maybe it was something else.

The river is shrouded in mist, and the white clouds and dogs in the sky are treacherous.

The fishing rod in the boy's hand vibrated without warning, as if a fish had been hooked.

Fan Changqing, who was still forcing Fang Ping to drink another cup at the last moment, swore not to give up if he didn't agree, and never let go, his expression changed drastically, he snatched the fishing rod from the apprentice's hand, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It can be regarded as a bait." ”

Fang Ping realized that this Fan Changqing was not as simple as fishing, and the "hooked" in his mouth had other meanings, so he stood beside the young man curiously and said, "I asked you what your name was, but you didn't say it, did you let me ask Lao Fan personally?" ”

"That's my master......" The young man wanted to warn Fang Ping, don't be big or small, but when he thought about it, Fan Changqing didn't care, why should she be nosy, pursed her thin lips, and replied: "Shizun calls me Suxin." ”

"Ah, little brother Suxin." Fang Ping stretched out his hand and put it on the young man's shoulder: "Your body is too weak, even some women are not as good, if you have kung fu, you have to eat more and practice more." Come, tell me, what do you master him catch? ”

The little guy's eyebrows are delicate and picturesque, and he also wondered if it was a woman disguised as a man, but the result was not, which could not be hidden from his original investigation.

"He calls Shizun Lao Fan, but he can call me little brother, then I ...... Isn't it the same as Shizun...... It's a mess. ”

Su Xin didn't dare to think about it, and got rid of the distracting thoughts, and said, "Master respects his luck in fishing the Luo River." ”

Luck?

Fang Ping was stunned, Luoshui is the oldest and largest river in the four seas of Kyushu, after endless years, countless creatures have been buried in the river, and countless opportunities have been precipitated, the dragon turtle essence blood he got at the beginning is from Luoshui, to say that Fan Changqing is fishing for the treasure in Luoshui, chance, he doesn't feel strange at all.

But luck is said, ethereal, formless and phaseless, how to fish?

"Tell me deeply, this Luoshui still has the luck to fish? Don't fool me, if you fool me, I'll let Lao Fan punish you severely. Fang Ping said half-jokingly.

Su Xin was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't know the specifics, anyway, there is luck in this Luoshui to fish, but to catch it, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, the master has been fishing here for three years and one hundred and twenty-four days." ”

Fang Ping thought to himself, this Fan Changqing's cultivation is unfathomable, he can't see through the other party with his Yuan Shen sense, such a cultivation, he won't say whimsical, and do that act of fishing for the moon in the water.

"I'm coming up."

The moment Fan Changqing's voice sounded, the heavens and the earth shook.

The water surface within a radius of hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, and thousands of miles, like a revived behemoth, rises sharply.

The great waves that have rolled up will submerge the heavens and the earth.

Fan Changqing clenched the fishing rod in his hand tightly with both hands, trying his best to pull it, and there was a trace of invisible brilliance outside his body.

"If you want to fish for this luck, you must use your own luck to fight and subdue with brute force, which will never succeed."

The obscure, mysterious, and invisible brilliance that Fan Changqing manifested outside his body was his own luck.

Bang rumble

A great wave crushed the sky, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and the infinite potential of water.

It seems that Luo Shui is angry.

Su Xin stepped under his feet and greeted him.

"Hey, is this kid crazy?"

Fang Ping was solemn, the crashing waves were boundless, thousands of meters high, carrying infinite water potential, the power of heaven and earth, even if someone from the other side greeted him head-on, he might be crushed to pieces, broken bones and tendons, this kid is just a forbidden supernatural seed in his body, so he dares to moth to the fire and hit the stone with an egg?

When he arrived at the plain heart before the big wave, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and then like a lotus blooming, placed on the top of his head, the lotus bloomed suddenly, and a cyan jewel flew out, and the wind and clouds changed color, and everything was still, and the great waves that were wrapped in the power of heaven and earth were actually fixed in the invisible field with this river basin of thousands of miles.

"There is a Dinghai pearl, when there are twelve hours for me to fish this Luo water luck." Fan Changqing shouted.

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on Fan Changqing, who was wrestling with the things in the water, and said, "What can you do in twelve hours?" "It's not enough for him to sleep with the female sect master.

Time flies.

Ten hours passed, and Fan Changqing couldn't fish out of the water.

And in the air, urging Ding Haizhu's Su Xin, his little face was pale, and he couldn't support it.

"Luck...... Luck ......"

Fan Changqing looked back at Fang Ping: "Brother Fang, please help me." ”

Fang Ping: "How can I help?" If you can't catch it, forget it. ”

"How can you forget it, this is a great creation, if you miss it, you will never have a chance." Fan Changqing persevered.

"Then you say, how do you want me to help you?"

"To fish this Luoshui luck, you must use your own luck as bait, lure it to the bait, pull out the Luoshui, and make it surrender. The old man's luck is beyond his strength, so I want to borrow your body to use it, you just need to put your hand on the old man, and after the deed, there will be a return. ”

"With my luck?" Fang Ping thought about it: "Is there a risk?" ”

Fan Changqing's forehead was dripping with sweat like beans, and his voice trembled a little: "No...... What kind of risk can this have, it's nothing more than success and failure, you hurry...... The old man couldn't hold it anymore. ”

"After eating your little black and drinking your three cups of Nine Turns of Mountains and Rivers, it doesn't hurt to borrow your luck for a while." Fang Pinglong walked forward, stepped forward a few steps, and a palm poked out and landed on Fan Changqing's shoulder, his mouth was imposing, and he chattered: "Fang Mou is a big luck, with my help, you will definitely be able to subdue this Luoshui luck." ”

Fan Changqing also thought so in his heart, the Divine Martial Saint Realm can drink three cups of Nine Turns Mountains and Rivers, such a demon is definitely the existence of atmospheric luck, and when the two of them are together, it will become.

The moment the palm of his hand landed on Fan Changqing's body, the innate luck in Fang Ping's body was invisibly pulled out by a force, manifesting outside the body, wisps and mysterious.

"How? Fang's luck is no less than yours. ”

Fan Changqing: ???

"What? Scared? ”

"No...... Didn't scare...... I just didn't expect you to ...... This luck is so ...... Fan Changqing couldn't believe it, Fang Ping's luck seemed to be similar to those in the world who had not stepped into the martial arts, and were destined to live a miserable life, be poor, have many disasters, and may also be dead on the streets, lonely and old all their lives.

Luck is innate, it is decided at the moment of birth, and it cannot be changed the day after tomorrow, but luck often determines the circumstances and status of a person's life.

Those who can step into the martial arts are one in a hundred in luck, and those who can step into the realm of supernatural martial saints are one in a million, one in ten million.

Fang Ping was able to drink three cups of nine-turn mountains and rivers, and he still looked at the world with his gestures, and my invincible momentum emanated from his bones, no matter how he looked at it, he was a man with great luck, but how did he live to this day? How did he cultivate to the realm of Divine Power Martial Saint? In this world, can there really be people who go against the sky and fail to be unlucky?

Fan Changqing was shocked and shocked, and a new change struck.

Wrestling with him in the water for a long time, he couldn't pull out Luoshui's luck, and somehow, he was frightened and met something like a restraint.

The power that could not be shaken like a mountain before has vanished.

Fan Changqing didn't retract his strength, causing him to be unstable, his body leaned back, and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground with him.

Fang Ping saw a cloud of mist that was more than ten zhang in size, uncertain and uncertain, which was fished out and floated on the water.

"How could it be ......?"

Fan Changqing was puzzled, Fang Ping was full of luck, no different from mortals in the world, this kind of luck was not helpful to him, but the result was eye-catching.

"Could it be that this kid's luck is so huge that I can't even spy on it? Or is there something else hidden? ”

Fan Changqing, who didn't have time to think about it, felt that he had lived in vain for most of his life, and he couldn't even see through a junior.

Luoshui's luck that has left Luoshui is like a fish that has left the source of life, and has no strength to resist and struggle.

Fan Changqing sacrificed a treasure bottle and took away a cloud of luck more than ten zhang in size.

"Congratulations, Master, you got what you wanted." Su Xin flew over and congratulated obediently.

Fan Changqing didn't squeak, he looked at Fang Ping vigorously, he suspected that it was Fang Ping's sake, so he asked him to fish out Luoshui Qiyun, but he couldn't see through the kid in front of him, and he couldn't think of a reason for the pain in his brain.

"That's it? Our side is really atmospheric! With my help, what big things can't be done? ”

If it weren't for that, would Fan Changqing be able to fish out that ball of Luoshui luck?

The two of them had their own ghosts, and in the middle of their thoughts, Fan Changqing broke the silence first, and asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Brother Fang, how did you survive...... No, how did you get to where you are today? ”

Fang Ping frowned: "Naturally, it depends on this great luck, as well as my personal talent and perseverance, it's not polite for you to ask this." ”

Fan Changqing: "......"

Atmospheric transport? Where is it? How could he not see?

You're not even as lucky as a mortal in the world, you know what!

(End of chapter)