For a long time, Qin Ke thought that he was the only one in the world who had learned the art of Xunfeng.

Although sometimes, he also felt that this conjecture sounded a little conceited - there are so many people in this world, even if the constitution of Xunfeng is very special, but since someone can create such a thaumaturgy and pass it on, there will always be no shortage of talents in this world who can learn him, right?

It's just that Qin Ke has seen a lot of people in the past two years, and he has never seen anyone who can really have those mysterious methods like him, and even people who have an understanding of Xunfeng Technique or Innate Wind Technique are very rare.

And the master also briefly mentioned that the classics of Xunfeng Art have been burned by him, and now there is only one copy of the Ji School Palace in the whole world, and because a few people died after practicing the reversal of qi and blood, they were locked in the organ city and did not see the light of day.

"You're not the only one in this world who knows the art of Xunfeng. But today, Liu De said such a sentence to him.

What a person says will never be groundless, and in Qin Ke's opinion, Liu De, a warrior who cultivates qi and blood, can only have one answer since he can easily perceive his "wind vision".

Liu De will also use the art of Xunfeng.

Qin Ke's eyes widened, but reason still came up with such an answer in his mind. But why? If Liu De found the Xunfeng technique in the Organ City, it would be too mysterious.

Gao Changgong said that there are many old monsters of the Mo family lurking in the organ city, and there are many masters of the grandmaster realm, even he may not be able to break in.

Liu De is a little grandmaster, even if he can be comparable to the realm of grandmasters, he shouldn't have the ability to break in alone, right?

By the time Qin Ke came back to his senses, Liu De had already straightened up again, as if because he saw Qin Ke's shocked appearance, he couldn't help but smile softly, and said: "Don't be too surprised, although the Xunfeng technique is indeed a thaumaturgy in the world, and few people can cultivate it, but there will always be a few lucky people in this world, and you and I are one of them." But in my opinion, the luckiest place for us is probably to meet the person who knows the art of Xunfeng. ”

After a pause, he sighed slightly: "But looking at your appearance, that person never seems to have told you anything before?"

"Who are you talking about?" Qin Ke asked subconsciously.

"You should have guessed, why don't you dare to say it?" Liu De smiled and said, "But I didn't expect that he not only taught me the art of Xunfeng, but also taught you as a student." I don't know if fate is destined for him to meet you and me, or if he is naturally good at discovering talents, as long as he can relate to someone with him, there will always be something special. ”

"You mean...... My master?" Qin Ke himself didn't notice that his voice was already trembling slightly at the moment.

In fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago, since it was impossible for Liu De to get the classics of Xunfeng Art from the Organ City, and the master had already burned the original classics, who else in this world could teach Liu De the art of Xunfeng?

To a certain extent, Master's past is like a blank for him, and Qin Ke has never heard of Liu De in Master's mouth.

What did he say about the past, and what happened to them in those years?

Qin Ke Qin Ke took a deep breath and spent some time sorting out his chaotic brain before finally calming down a little. It's just that the desire seemed to gush out of his heart, which made him involuntarily raise his head to look at Liu De, and whispered, "What was your relationship with Master before? Can you tell me about his previous affairs?"

"Yes. Liu De nodded and said, "Sit down first, it's not like standing and talking like this." ”

So the two of them slowly sat down in front of the table of eight immortals, Qin Ke felt the texture of the table, and knew that this was the furniture that the whole village bought together when Uncle Ji opened the inn, and the texture was excellent, not good wood that could not be made.

Now the treasures of Daoxiang Village have been gradually buried in the dust of time over time, and no more Jianghu guests will enter the mountains to wander, and the inn has naturally been changed into a horse shed, and these tables and chairs have also been taken away by each family.

It can be regarded as making each family earn a little money at the same time, and there is also a large table.

Uncle Ji, who went out to get wine, soon came back, holding a wine jar bigger than his head in both hands, and he could see that it was stained with fragrant new soil, obviously just dug out of the ground.

As soon as he saw Qin Ke at the first sight of entering the door, he was startled at first, and then began to greet him happily, and stroked his head, which was becoming more and more difficult to reach because of his growing taller, like a relative.

Under the gaze of several people, Uncle Ji happily uncovered the mud seal of the wine jar, and suddenly the rich aroma of wine wafted in the room, and Cao Meng and Guan Changyu, two drunken maniacs, were amazed.

"This wine was buried by me seventeen years ago, when the second baby was just born, according to the rules of the old man, should be buried in the ground such a jar, in the future, if the second baby becomes an official or marries a daughter-in-law, and then dig it out, there is face when the wine is placed. Although the year is not yet full, it tastes good and does not deceive. Uncle Ji looked at the performance of several people present, and he also felt a little proud in his heart.

Cao Meng held the wine end, slowly poured himself half a bowl, just put it to his mouth and took a sip, and immediately let out a satisfied sigh.

In fact, in the Tongquetai of Canghai, I don't know how many wines are better than this, and compared with the two compartments, this jar of wine is too inferior after all.

However, he was still very satisfied with such good wine when he was out on the expedition.

He is not a man who has not endured hardship.

I think that when he went north alone to be the son of the fat old man like a pig, before leaving, he scattered all his belongings to his subordinates, and did not even leave a jar of good wine, and the four walls of the family almost looked like a beggar.

But it was precisely by virtue of this kind of selfless deeds and military exploits in the war that he stripped off the old man's defense step by step in Beijun and became the most important person for the old man.

A few months later, however, he broke into the room with his sword, outside which were soldiers who had sworn allegiance to him, and inside the room were old men who were making out with their concubines, disheveled, and with their hair in a disheveled bun.

He grabbed the old man by the collar and plunged his sword into the chest.

The fat face, the eyes with an unbelievable look, seemed to question him why-obviously he really regarded Cao Meng as half a son to raise, brocade clothes, jade food, glory and wealth, everything that should be given has been given, isn't it enough?

Of course not enough.

Cao Meng just watched coldly as the old man fell in a pool of blood, his body gradually stiffened and became cold......

He looked at the old man's corpse and mocked in the most stable voice: "How can a person like you, who only has women and power in his eyes, see the whole world clearly? What is the Northland County? What is the Northern Grassland? You want to pass on the power to your own son, there is nothing wrong with that." It's just that soon I'll kill him secretly and marry your only daughter...... One day, the whole north, and even the whole world, will be in the hands of my Cao Meng, so you can go with peace of mind......"

Until now, he was in a bit of a trance, counting...... It's been almost seventeen years, right?

Seventeen is a good number.

Now, the hegemony of Canghai has just begun, just like a good man who is gradually growing up and strong, the hand holding the knife will become more and more powerful in the future.

"Seventeen years, such a good wine for us to drink, Brother Ji, what will your son do if he gets married in the future?" Cao Meng said with a smile.

"Don't say that, don't say that. Uncle Ji hurriedly waved his hand, the smile on his face was sincere, "Distinguished guests come to the door, we can't get too good things in this small place, this jar of wine is the only thing that can enter your eyes." What's more, Mr. Liu saved my son's life, just a jar of old wine, and if you drink it, you drink it, it's nothing. ”

After hearing this, Cao Meng smiled at Guan Changyu and said, "It seems that this time, we are all thanks to Liu De, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to drink this jar of wine." ”

"Thank you, Brother Ji. Liu De smiled gently, did not refuse pedanticly, and also picked up the wine bowl and tasted it carefully, saying: "Very good, if you drink it warm, it will definitely taste better." ”

Qin Ke still sat nervously, straightened his back and didn't say a word, the expectation revealed from his eyes was so scorching, as if he was waiting for Liu De to mention anything about his master next.