In the dead of night, when the moon is dark and the wind is high.

A small courtyard.

Wine jars rolled on the ground, wine glasses and flasks scattered.

Stuffed apricot blossoms, peach blossoms drunk, daughter red, burnt knives, sorghum white ......

All kinds of wine aromas are mixed together, as if fogging, ordinary people smell a mouthful, they will feel dizzy, drunk, and dare not stay longer.

But in this dense aroma of wine, a red-faced old man with a prominent rosacea nose held a large yellow wine gourd with a slurry out of it, leaning on the edge of a large wine vat and snoring and falling asleep.

Sou!

A sound of breaking the air sounded.

It was as subtle as the sound of an insect, but it woke up the sleeping old man suddenly.

He turned over, the wine gourd stopper opened, and a rich aroma of wine erupted, and as soon as the qi in his body was urged, it turned into a cold air, as if the space was frozen.

The hidden weapon was suddenly frozen in mid-air.

I felt the familiar aura quickly fade away.

The wine fairy frowned, stretched out his hand and sucked, and saw that the hidden weapon that was frozen in mid-air was sucked into his hand.

It's a token, and there's a note.

"Token of the Divine Catcher!"

The wine fairy muttered, knowing what the familiar breath was just now.

"Good boy, you haven't left, but the old man has underestimated you. ”

He opened the note, his face startled, and then quickly calmed down.

"Found someone. ”

"Hehe, it's time for the old man to move his muscles. ”

He opened his mouth and inhaled, as if a whirlpool had risen on the ground, and the wine-scented mist that had been sealed in the courtyard by an invisible force all turned into small white snakes, which he swallowed into his stomach.

"Bacchus vein, open!"

I saw that the eyes of the wine fairy burst with light, as if two large light bulbs were lit.

Behind him, golden veins emerged, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, a few simple strokes, but faintly sketched a simple wine seal character.

Bacchus vein!

The Wine Immortal has created one of the grandmaster-level qi and vein cultivation methods, which can be practiced with the help of wine, the more wine, the faster the progress, and the initial leaps and bounds, but in the later stage, because the level of fine wine is too high, the survival is scarce, and he gradually feels weak.

"Broken!"

The wine fairy's robe was windless, and a fiery red scar on his chest seemed to come to life, turning into a red fire lion mark, and he opened his mouth and roared.

This is the injury left on him by the Murong family.

King Ming Lion Seal, Dictionary-level Secret Technique!

The wrath of the king of Ming can turn into a fire lion, and under the mark, burn the sky and boil the sea!

However, the fire lion left on the chest of the wine fairy was just a rootless ping, without the power of the master to maintain, under the impact of the wine gas, the fire qi soon faded out, disappearing invisibly.

The wine fairy exhaled lightly and touched his chest, feeling that all the shackles of the whole day had been removed.

In order to reassure the Murong family, he never eliminated the injuries left on him by the elder of the tower, but only suppressed it with alcohol.

But now that he's found his goal, he doesn't have to worry about it so much, he has to be in the best shape of it.

......

Back garden.

The old gardener, who was old and weak, went to bed early.

Wan Boguang is practicing in a thatched hut.

He walked the rivers and lakes by relying on the three of the twelve styles of the divine sword that he learned in the Divine Sword Gate in the past.

The three-style divine knife has been integrated by him, and it has become the thirty-six types of fast knives that cannot be solved under the grandmaster.

However, no one knows that his strongest thing is not the thirty-six styles of the fast knife, but an internal skill obtained at the same time as the light skill of thousands of miles alone - "Yin and Yang Great Joy Zen".

This is a Buddhist exercise, which pays attention to color and decolorization, and finally reaches the realm of color is emptiness and emptiness is color.

However, Wan Boguang only saw the five words of yin and yang in front of him, but he did not understand the last word of Zen.

A good Buddhist exercise, he learned the technique of collecting and replenishing the ninth rate, and became a famous thief in the rivers and lakes.

He also relied on these tonic techniques to successfully break through to the Grandmaster more than half a year ago.

But before he had time to be happy, he met a passing master in a flower-picking operation, and was injured by him.

However, it was also due to this serious injury that he broke through, and the unstable foundation of the grandmaster realm was brutally defeated.

By chance, the Demon Gate found him.

Or maybe he took the initiative to find the Demon Gate.

As a demon dao organization with a bad reputation in the Three Kingdoms, the outer gate of the demon gate accepts any messy people.

Although Wan Boguang's reputation is shameful, he is indeed a good hand in martial arts, so the Demon Gate has also taken the initiative to recruit him.

But Wan Boguang was happy at that time, how could he allow himself to put shackles on his head, so he decisively refused.

This time he was knocked down to the realm, and Wan Boguang ate the grass on his back, one was to restore the realm, and the other was to find a backer.

He found out that in these years, there is no one behind him, and he really can't get along.

It's just a woman, as for chasing and killing him for 800 miles.

But this time, the Demon Gate, which recruited him at that time, did not accept him, but gave him a message:

Murong family, the seven-star treasure lotus is about to mature, and the lotus seed can help him recover his strength.

If he can rely on his ability to restore the Grandmaster again, he will be able to join the outer gate and become a Dharma protector, and he will be blessed by the Demon Gate from then on.

But if not, everything is closed.

So this time Wan Boguang was very patient.

He has been lurking in Murong Mansion for half a year, and he has never gone out to hunt wild food, he only works diligently, silently observing, and everyone treats him as an inconspicuous lump of dirt, and he has never looked at him more.

He waited intently for the signal from the Demon Gate.

Of course, it is naturally impossible for him to fully believe in the Demon Gate, and once he can't do anything, he will retreat.

It's just that in the half year he has been a gardener, he has also faintly felt the undercurrent of the Murong family, and the possibility of his success is very high.

The moonlight outside the window is sprinkled, bright and beautiful.

Wan Boguang whispered:

"Jade Bead ......"

In the past six months, the woman who has had the most contact with him is the jade bead who is obsessed with the art of flowers and plants.

She is so beautiful, her eyes seem to smile when she talks to people.

In the dead of night, when it was lonely and unbearable, Wan Boguang would always think of her.

"I swear, I'm going to get you!"

His eyes were red, and Wan Boguang, who was a little uncontrollable, hurriedly recited "Yin and Yang Great Joy Zen" silently, and as the scriptures flowed in his heart, he gradually calmed down, and his eyes returned to clarity.

Outsiders have never seen the beastly nature hidden in his body, relying on this mental method to cover up.

suddenly

Wan Boguang warned in his heart, as if there was a sign of impending disaster.

He did not hesitate, and when the wind was blowing under his feet, he was about to soar into the sky.

The thatched roof exploded, and the bright moonlight poured in.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of ice crystals, falling to the ground, turning petals of snow white.

"No!"

Wan Boguang let out a low roar, but he could only watch his palms, wrists, elbows, arms, shoulders, chest, and limbs......

Inch by inch, inch by inch frozen up!

In the end, only a desperate ice sculpture was left, maintaining the image of shouting with open hands and raising its head, lifelike!