"Tell you to slaughter again~" Yi Chen smiled gently at the plump female cultivator, this Kun Xiu suddenly felt as if his heart was grasped by a big hand, and boundless fear hit him like a mountain of mountains, and the screams stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the entire wine shop was silent, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

The skinny monkey who had spoken out before and wanted to take him with him was fidgeting in the distance, and just now, the black panther who had been working with him tacitly died unexpectedly.

He was violently killed in public in the middle of the city, and the blood splattered on the ground in a terrifying scattering shape, and a few drops even splashed onto the upper of his shoes.

"Hey, this person won't know about my relationship with Master Leopard."

"Probably not, I have always been in one-line contact with Lord Leopard, helping to do some work to carry the sedan chair."

After some consideration, the heart that the thin monkey had just mentioned was slightly relieved.

Closer, closer.

Yi Chen's figure passed by him, like a heavy dark cloud sweeping over the heart of the Thin Monkey Monk.

Nothing happened.

The dark clouds faded, the sun fell, and the thin monkey's heart was suddenly filled with the joy of the rest of his life.

The shadows walked forward, and slowly came to the proprietress of the wine shop.

The eyes of everyone in the wine shop also converged on Yi Chen and the proprietress .

"Lao Yi, you ....."

"Lady, I'll give you a few bottles of fennel beans." Yi Chen grinned and handed out a jade box.

He Yi Daochang has countless 'people', and the kind people gave him a lot of storage rings, and he found some pills to help break through the real human realm....It's really not easy, and it took him a while to find these.

"Gone." Yi Chen turned around and waved his hand behind his back to say goodbye.

He strode over to the Skinny Monk's table.

"I almost forgot."

A large hand slapped swiftly on the Thin Monkey Monk's head.

In an instant, the thin monkey monk was a head short and fell to the cold ground.

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's drinking, but I'll pay for today's drink."

As soon as the big hand took a shot, the belongings on the bodies of the thin monkey and the bearded monk were taken by Yi Chen in front of the case of Mrs. Zhuo, the proprietress of the wine shop, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the lobby immediately.

After Yi Chen's figure disappeared, the pot exploded in the lobby of the wine shop in an instant, and they asked about the relationship between Mrs. Zhuo and this senior, until everyone was noisy, Mrs. Zhuo hung up the closing sign, closed the doors and windows, and opened the jade box.

"Shhh

Mrs. Zhuo's mouth was wide open, and her face was full of shock and ecstasy~

Unconsciously, some leftovers scattered by Yi Chen can change the fate of a monk, and this elixir is the reward for the small note he gave to Mrs. Zhuo.

….

….

Revisit the old place, Dream Tower.

Yi Chen was dressed in a luxurious cyan robe, and sat opposite the old Confucian with a crown and a broad belt.

This robe was purchased at the largest garment shop in Zeyang City after he left the liquor store.

If you don't wear a good one, let the Confucian people see it and think that the people of his Hidden Dragon League can't afford to wear a good robe.

Must buy!

"Brother Hidden Dragon Dao, please!" The wine man poured out a glass of clear wine from the fiery red gourd he carried with him, and led it with a void hand.

A pleasant mellow fragrance came to the nose, mixed with some indescribable strange fragrances.

"Good wine, one hundred and eight different fragrances can only be detected one hundred and seven, I don't know what the last and most critical taste is?" Yi Chen lifted the wine glass, took a sip and drank it all immediately.

This wine can be called the first among the fine wines he tasted.

"Taoist friendly spirit, so keen five senses, the old man thought that only my wine in the world could smell the strange fragrance of wine insects, but I didn't expect to meet such a strange person as Taoist friends today." The drunkard gave a thumbs up, and then made a gesture with his empty hand, "Fellow Daoist, please take a look." ”

I saw a cyan gourd-shaped meat worm more than an inch long appearing on the table, with eight legs and mouthparts shaped like wine bottles.

The wine confucianism took out a huge wine container, took out bamboo leaf green, daughter red, and wine from the storage ring and exchanged them among them, and in Yi Chen's puzzled eyes, he picked up the wine worm and threw it into the wine container, and suddenly the three kinds of wine that were clearly incompatible with each other were perfectly intersected and fused together.

The cyan meat worm is the tenth wine worm on the list of strange insects in the cultivation world.

In the eyes of a real drunkard monk, this worm will flatly refuse even if he trades for the top three gold devouring insects on the strange insect list.

"Fellow Daoist, please have a few more drinks today." The drunkard put the wine worm back into the gourd, and then diligently persuaded him to drink again.

Yi Chen glanced at the old man in front of him, but this time he didn't drink it, but said with a smile: "Daoist friends don't often ask for help, you might as well say anything bluntly, otherwise this wine will be tasteless." ”

As soon as these words came out, a slightly embarrassed look suddenly appeared on the drunken man's face.

He took a deep breath before pouring beans and said, "The old man does have a matter to ask Daoyou. ”

"I have already repaired a book before, and called a friend to help me, I don't want Taoist friends to be involved here, but this morning, I received a letter from a friend in a spiritual book, but it is to delay the journey for a day, and I can only arrive tomorrow night."

"The disappearance of the monk of Zeyang City directly refers to the controller of Zeyang City, the housekeeper of His Royal Highness King Ming, so the old man feels that in order to return the justice of His Royal Highness King Ming, it is better for the two of us to visit King Ming today, and then the old man will stop His Royal Highness King Ming, and the Taoist friend will capture His Royal Highness's big butler, and this matter will definitely be revealed to the world."

"Yesterday, the old man thought about it carefully, and realized that the strategy of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger took too long, if you want to rescue the captive monk as soon as possible, this matter should not be delayed, you can only take the sword and take a risk."

"There are some small means in my Haoran Academy that can dig out the news in this person's mind, if the disappearance of the monk really has nothing to do with His Royal Highness King Ming, the old man will personally ask His Majesty and His Royal Highness King Ming for guilt."

"The drunkard said in advance here, this move will bring some trouble to the Taoist, even if the Taoist friend refuses today, the friend of the Taoist, my winemaker still admits it."

The drunkard poured out all his inner words like a machine gun, and then no longer looked at Yi Chen, but drank three glasses in a row.

It can be seen that for him, he really has never done such a thing as begging someone.

There was also a little embarrassment hidden in his heart, and yesterday he said that he didn't want Yi Chen to directly confront King Ming, and today he was going to pull him to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

Yi Chen looked at the old man who turned his head and kept looking out of the window to 'watch', but his ears were moving regularly, and he suddenly felt that this old boy was still a little cute, although this person was reckless, but he was not pedantic, this method was the most direct way.

With the Confucian Haoran Academy in front, what else does he dare not do?

The investigation of the monk's disappearance has been dragging on for several days, and if he doesn't hurry up, it will affect the five-star praise of Old Han Tou and the Sparrow Dragon.

He is easy to do things, and he has always been a speedrunner.

Done!

Before, he suspected the controller of the Zeyang City region, but there was no evidence and incision, so he personally went undercover, but now the words of the drunkard are exactly what he wants.

As soon as the thought was established, Yi Chen immediately lifted the wine glass and knocked on the table gently.

"Drunken Confucian friends, it's rude, how can anyone not pour wine."

The drunkard turned his head, glanced at Yi Chen, and suddenly laughed out loud and filled Yi Chen:

"I am not alone, some people say that the Hidden Dragon Dao is violent and ferocious, cunning as a fox, and the drunkard will definitely beat that person when he goes back."

"A group of old antiques, the Hidden Dragon Dao is long and bright, I will definitely defend the Daoist after I return to the mountain gate, if everyone in the world is like the Hidden Dragon Daoist, how can there be so many grievances?"

"Yes, the poor road is bright and windy, and he also has a lot of knowledge of Confucian classics, such as the "Book of Songs", and the poor road has studied it many times, and he has a little experience!"

"Drunken Confucian Taoist friend, when you beat the person who maliciously slanders the poor Dao, use more force!" Yi Chen's chest straightened, and he immediately said 'proudly', his body was full of hangover enzymes, and he didn't blush at all.

"The Taoist still has a study of the Book of Songs?" Hearing this, the expression on the drunkard's face became even more excited, flashing with the luster of meeting a bosom friend.

"Dao Chief, I have a couplet, why don't we leave now and rush to the mansion of His Royal Highness King Ming, and think, do, and right, how about it?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, yesterday the Taoist and I went to the same Zhengyang Sect, and the last sentence is, Yueming Dao people go to Qingshan."

"Dao Chief, you can think about it slowly, let's go."

After the two drank another drink, they went downstairs together, and as soon as they took seven steps, Yi Chen slapped his thigh, took seven steps into a sentence, and responded loudly:

"There it is."

"The next sentence is the sunrise nun white water!"

I saw that at this moment, on the shore of the big lake in Youmengze, a nun wearing a silk robe was walking slowly along the lakeside, the sun was sprinkled on the surface of the lake, and the lake was white and dazzling after reflection.

The wine confucian opened his mouth, looked at the complacent Yi Chen, straightened his crown and said continuously: "Dao Chief, here, we must be fast, so as not to dream too much at night." ”

At this moment, the drunkard secretly swore in his heart that he would never want to have fun with a certain Taoist in front of the public.

Now he felt that the version of the Book of Songs that the Hidden Dragon Daoist in front of him was definitely not the original, but the added version.

"Dao Chief, King Ming's housekeeper is an old servant who accompanied him when he was a child, the two have a very strong relationship, basically His Royal Highness Ming will take this person everywhere, and we will go to the palace of His Royal Highness King Ming at that time, just like this, like this, and then like this."

Along the way, the wine confucianism continued to teach Yi Chen the opportunity, and the voice was told about the information about King Ming, as well as the details of the upcoming shot.

The two men hid and ran on the rooftops on both sides of the street, as if they were passing through like a hurricane, and soon came to a vast palace complex.

Passing through the palaces and over a dozen circular arches, the drunkard seemed to have a good official position in Great Qin, and under the guidance of two guards, he soon came to the most majestic palace.

King Ming was extravagant, and the palace where he lived was ninety-nine steps high.

Ordinary people don't dare to imagine how high and long this step of Zeyang Palace is!

The white jade here is a horse made of gold, carved beams and painted buildings, and the statues of two deer and pig beasts stand in front of the temple gate, and are built with a large array of distorted space.

However, at this moment, the statue of the beast in front of the palace gate is wrapped with three-foot white silk, and white flags and eulogies are hung on the steps of the palace.

The wine confucian's eyes swept away, and his face suddenly turned blue.

He had already recognized the name of the person on the eulogy, which was the name of the great butler of King Ming.

The man was dead.

A nameless anger rose from the drunkard's heart.

King Ming did not explain, let alone let his chief butler cooperate with the investigation, but directly opened the table.

Look at the time on the eulogy, it was last night.

It's a cruel method, and it's obviously confident.

At this moment, Jiu Ru has basically decided in his heart that this matter must be inseparable from King Ming, and the last thing he wants to see has happened.

As soon as he thought of this, he concentrated on it, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and was about to climb the stairs.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a flirtatious face and dressed in a golden robe appeared at the top of the steps with a beautiful woman in red in his arms, and the sound of smiling flesh came from above.

"I said why there was a magpie chirping early this morning, but it was the wine lord who came to the king's humble house, which really made the king's palace shine."

"It's a pity that last night, the king's butler unfortunately suddenly fell ill and passed away, and now he is still in the mourning period, but today he can't feast with the wine lord."

After speaking, King Ming tightened the waist of the woman next to him as if he was demonstrating.

Yi Chen's face was as usual, and a pair of eyes kept roaming the middle-aged man and the woman in red beside him.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on the woman in red.

After all, what's so good about 'Zhongdeng', it's the woman in red next to this person who is strong~

I saw that this woman's eyebrows are picturesque, her temperament is sometimes dusty, sometimes demonic, sometimes dignified, sometimes graceful, and the temperament that men can imagine can be found in this woman.

He was bare-footed with a pair of jade feet, wearing a gradient cyan long skirt like a lotus, like a lotus in full bloom, revealing a pair of beautiful legs like jade under the skirt, and when the wind blew, by the light of the sky above the steps, the carcass was looming.

The light at this angle played very well, and since King Ming's sore feet couldn't be grasped, Yi Chen decided to take a few more glances at his wife.

"Steward Yuan grew up with His Royal Highness since he was a child, and he has a very close relationship with His Highness, I have privately heard that His Royal Highness once called Steward Yuan Father when he was a child."

"Unexpectedly, Steward Yuan passed away suddenly, I don't know if the wine confucianism can come forward to see his last face and salute three incense."

The drunkard glared at the middle-aged man on the steps, and without waiting for him to answer, he climbed the stairs one by one and looked at King Ming.

"Teacher."

"Don't call me teacher, the old man only taught His Highness the Book of Songs for two and a half months, and he can't afford to be His Highness's teacher." The wine man said coldly.

Yi Chen stood at the bottom of the steps eating melons, he never thought that King Ming and Jiuru would have other origins.

"Okay then, Master Drunkard, please, the Taoist friend below, please come up too."

After a tea time, the wine confucianism lived in a secluded house in Zeyang City, and Yi Chen stood opposite him.

"Confucianism, what can you do now?"

"Wait!"

"Wait?"

"That's right! His Majesty the Emperor of the Millennium today can't rub the sand in his eyes, even if His Royal Highness King Ming is honorable, my friend will arrive tonight, and then I will join forces with the Taoist and my friend to capture King Ming in one fell swoop. ”

"Our three great interception true monarchs join forces, even if there are many large arrays in the Zeyang Palace, they will definitely be able to capture King Ming alive in one fell swoop."

"Good!" Yi Chen looked at the drunkard who wanted to speak and stopped, and immediately nodded in response.

(End of chapter)