Out of the Dayan Imperial City, Zhuge Chen left all the way to the north without stopping. After all, Dayan's environment was not suitable for cultivators to cultivate, and he had to go south to the imperial city of Dashang in the south of the Yangtze River, where hundreds of schools of thought could be regarded as contending. It's not that the bustling environment attracts him, it's just that he has a reason to go.

If there is a problem with his cultivation, he can only solve it with external objects, and he has another sentence to tell those ill-intentioned people in the sky, I, Zhuge Chen, are back. is not the god king who was in a high position in the past, let alone the eldest son of the Zhuge family, but just a wild cultivation of Zhuge Chen.

I have to say that he has changed a lot after losing that heart-wrenching game, and the thin coldness that was only buried in his heart in the past is no longer hidden, and his life is more than a little more real than before. There is no way to do anything, how can the next head of the Zhuge family show his joys, sorrows, and sorrows on his face? A huge Zhuge family is like a palace, and his status is like that of the crown prince.

At this moment, looking up at the night sky with sparse moon stars, Zhuge Chen was a little irritable for no reason. Reach out and pluck the vermilion flask pinned to your waist, and drink it with your head up. The snow has stopped, but the road is getting harder and harder. This winter is very long and cold, and there is no spring that can be felt at this time.

It is said that there is a dragon on the side of the North Sea who likes the cold and achieves the pseudo-saint that makes this winter so bad, Zhuge Chen pursed his lips, feeling that the dragon that can be regarded as a meritorious dragon is a little selfish.

Zhuge Chen, who never left his mouth, staggered through the knee-high snow, and was obviously a little drunk in his words: "This Jiao gentian is really big, and the pseudo-saint realm dares to be blessed like this, are you really not afraid of annoying the Confucian saints who regard the rules as treasures?"

The road is still long, but the wine in the pot is limited. After drinking all the wine in the pot, Zhuge Chen was obviously unsatisfied. Fortunately, I didn't have to go far to see an inn.

On the eaves of the inn hangs a wine sign with its own signboard, although it looks a little blurry from a distance, it can be vaguely seen that it is the word Linfu. This place is considered inaccessible, and I am afraid that it is not a place to make a living in the dark. However, Zhuge Chen, who was already a little drunk at this time, obviously didn't care about this, and only thought about how to fill his pot with wine. As for the danger, he didn't want to think deeply, as long as he didn't meet those old Wang Ba who lived in seclusion in the mountains, he could retreat with his whole body.

In this way, Zhuge Chen knocked on the closed door of the inn, and it took a long time for someone to respond, and when the door was opened, Zhuge Chen's wine had been sobered up by the cool breeze.

After a while, a majestic and terrible woman squeezed out of the door and said rudely: "Is it a non-long-eyed person who knocks on the door of the old lady's room at this juncture, and doesn't want to live?

Although the majestic woman is not happy with a hundred in her mouth, this door still has to be opened, and business still has to be done. Zhuge Chen saw the woman in the inn, so he said with a smile: "I am a scholar who came to the imperial city to visit his relatives, but on the road, the wine in the pot has been drunk, so I have to knock on the door of this inn, and I hope to fill my pot of wine, it is convenient, and the price will naturally not be less." ”

The sturdy woman who looked like the proprietress saw Zhuge Chen, who looked like a handsome scholar, and suddenly spread her flowers, and the abuse that had already reached her lips was thrown out of the clouds, "Where is the son, do you know the truth of the widow's door." But look at your appearance, you are not a person with a bad stomach, and I won't care about you, old lady. Come, wait outside in the cold, warm up and drink more. ”

Before Zhuge Chen could answer, he was pulled in by the proprietress . As soon as he entered the door, he heard a ghost crying wolf's howl, and when he looked over there, there was a young man with a slightly hunched back squatting next to the half-human snow. The man looked about the same age as Zhuge Chen, and he probably collapsed because of years of hard work.

As soon as the hunchbacked man saw Zhuge Chen, he cast a pitiful look, but the white-clothed young man who wanted to beg for wine and satisfy his hunger didn't take it to heart. I just think that it is not uncommon to show malice in today's world that is not very good, and the bad is a little bad, but it is far from the point where it should be killed. At best, it makes the conceited Zhuge Chen feel a little funny, and it is better than those so-called honest people who bow their heads and stab knives in their backs all day long.

The proprietress caught a glimpse of the hunchbacked man's undisguised eyes and was a little unhappy, and the spring light on her face became a little gloomy, and she rebuked the rickety man with a head and face: "You little bastard, ask yourself when the old lady has been bad for you? On weekdays, if the inn has a bowl of rice with me, you have a bowl of rice, is it not enough?

The hunchbacked man was also honest, and replied hesitantly: "Boss, of course, Zhang San should obey what you say, but you can't say anything just because this kid is handsome......"

"Just say what?"

The hunchbacked man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said boldly, "Let's just say that our boss is dead, right?"

After the hunchbacked man finished speaking, he walked up to Zhuge Chen and pushed him, and said viciously: "When the matter comes to this, I will explain to you, you are a little unlucky to step into our inn, I am afraid that there is no possibility of getting out alive." ”

Zhuge Chen took off the white cloth wrapped around his face, revealing that delicate face and the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, daring to really bump into a black shop in this beautiful place. Judging from his many years of experience in this world, these two people have cultivated into a human monster, doing unsightly things. No wonder Chinese New Year's Eve still solicits customers, making it clear that it is the number of ways for those who wish to take the bait. However, what makes Zhuge Chen find it interesting is that with the two of them, who are not even big demons, how can the waist pole be so hard when he speaks? Zhuge Chen's abacus in his heart clanged, and he didn't know whether he should put a long line to catch a big fish, or directly kill it, out of sight and out of mind. With his current cultivation of the Heavenly Base and his own means, it is unceremonious to say that even the Shunyun Immortal who has broken through that threshold is not a threat to him. As for being unlucky enough to encounter those beings of destiny, although it is not impossible, the problem is that those people cannot pose a real threat to him. He still understands the principle of running away if he can't beat him, as long as he doesn't really have some housekeeping skills, he wants to catch up with him!

Anyway, he's been very idle lately, and he's a little unhappy, so he doesn't mind playing more with them. When the time comes, they will pay off their debts, and no matter how they calculate, they will make a profit and not lose money.

The hunchbacked young man saw that this handsome scholar-looking young man was still standing in place and smirking still, and for a while he was a little angry, and rushed up with a machete, ready to cut this man in white who was really hateful to him in two.

Just as Zhuge Chen guessed, this inn is indeed a black shop, and he has been doing murder since before Jiazi. It was also in the past sixty years that the cultivation of the people in the inn had risen, and the boss had even stepped into the threshold of the little grandmaster of Tiansan some time ago. Although he should not be able to taste the mysteries of the Tianlei Grandmaster in this life, the little grandmaster is not valuable? Ordinary little grandmasters can start a sect in the market. Even if the sect established is not too big, just like this inn, it has all the internal organs. In case one day Dayun accepts a disciple with immortal qualifications, it will be a wonderful situation for a person to ascend to heaven.

Zhuge Chen didn't care about the hunchbacked man who rushed with a machete, but pushed him away with a smile, slowly walked in front of the proprietress and spit out a breath of white air and said: "Boss, you should really take care of your guys, even if you have a big temper, if you say something that is still scary, how can you attract business." ”

Although the proprietress couldn't see the number of the young man in white, she also understood that she had encountered an idea today. But for the inn that hasn't been in business for a long time, this is a piece of fat that is impossible to put down, not to mention that this piece of fat has been delivered to his mouth. After Zhuge Chen finished speaking, he left the two of them rubbing his hands and walked into the inn, squatting directly by the fire and roasting his hands. The two people outside the house looked at each other, and it took a long time for the proprietress to point to the house and make a gesture of wiping her neck. The hunchbacked young man realized, turned around and walked to the back kitchen, as if to prepare the next move.

Zhuge Chen was clear about the movements of the two people outside, but he had to wait patiently until the big fish bit the hook before he was willing to do it. It's a pity that there are no other guests in this inn, otherwise it can be regarded as saving a few lives and making a prestige in front of people. There must be few people who are exempt from such mundane things, and probably everyone has a heroic dream in their hearts.

Without waiting long, the proprietress brought a pot of warm aging wine and put it in front of Zhuge Chen, and stretched out her hand to signal him to taste it. Zhuge Chen didn't move the pot of warm wine that smelled good, but his eyes fell on a man next to him who looked like an innkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked honest, but if you looked closely, you could see the shadow between his eyebrows and eyes. A man's cultivation is not low, but a Tiansan Little Grandmaster can become their hole card for daring to kill? Zhuge Chen doesn't think so.

Without the patience to continue waiting, Zhuge Chen put away his gaze and picked up the wine cup next to him, poured a full glass into it, raised his head and drank it dry, and then lifted the table and slapped it forward with a palm. Seeing this, the boss hurriedly pushed his mother-in-law away, and he couldn't prepare for it in a panic and slapped it in front of him.

The boss of the Little Grandmaster realm naturally couldn't catch it, and after taking two steps back, he raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and forcibly pulled up the fist fight. On the other hand, Zhuge Chen was very light and light, and he brought another glass of wine from the jar to his mouth and drank it all.

The ordinary glass of wine made him drink the chic feeling of tasting immortal wine. Zhuge Chen dared to be so light and light because he had his own confidence, but the shopkeeper didn't dare to hold it up. Even if Zhuge Chen sold countless flaws, he only dared to defend instead of attacking, for fear that a young man in white who looked at people and animals harmlessly would be eaten cleanly. The shopkeeper glanced at the proprietress beside him, his eyes were full of anger, if it weren't for this mother-in-law with long hair and short knowledge, why would she be in this field now.

Demon cultivation is much more difficult than that of humans, but if it is really a matter of cultivation, it is a different matter. There was once a big demon who didn't know how many years of cultivation had been holy, and opened up a small world by himself to shelter those helpless little demons. That dynasty still exists to this day, and although I don't know if the demon saint is still in this world, no one dares to hit that small space with their minds. Because he was really afraid of being retaliated against by a demon saint, not to mention that his methods were not only ruthless but also particularly resentful.

Sometimes the shopkeeper only hates that he is not a native monster there, not only can he not live a life without being afraid, but he must even be cautious in his cultivation. But even if he was so cautious, he still made a mistake, and he originally thought that when he entered the heavenly base, he would take his mother-in-law to live happily after taking off the eye-catching little word in front of the little grandmaster, but who would have thought that it would cause a catastrophe at a critical moment.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper gently patted the proprietress on the shoulder, and said in a flat tone to Zhuge Chen, who only cared about drinking, and actually had a taste of generosity to die: "I just hope that the son can stop after killing me, and let me, a mother-in-law who doesn't understand the rules, leave, I promise that she will definitely not do this kind of harmful thing in the future." ”

Zhuge Chen opened his somewhat hazy drunken eyes, pointed at the monster couple with a finger and laughed and said: "I guarantee that I have heard a lot of this sentence, but I have to count the most credible words of the dead."

The shopkeeper who heard this smiled bitterly, knowing that he was probably going to give an account of his life here today. When he was dying, he was still fantasizing about whether his cheap master would come to save him, but how could that person's temperament bother with an outcast? Zhuge Chen saw the expectation in the shopkeeper's eyes, but he didn't think too much, he just lifted the long sword hanging on his waist and slashed forward gently. Obviously, the sword was not even unsheathed, but the sword intent swept like the heavy snow in the north outside the house, drowning the husband and wife in an instant, and by the way, they also solved the hunchbacked man who had been busy in the back kitchen.

After everything was in order, Zhuge Chen sat down again to drink, and saw that the posture was completely to kill himself. I don't know how long it took, and the wine jars on the ground were piled up into a small mountain, so he stopped, and the wine cups that were constantly raised, stretched out his arms, and caught a snow sculpture with an abnormal martial art.

He carefully studied the snow sculpture and took a slice of beef from the plate and put it in the snow sculpture's mouth. The snow sculpture was not ambiguous, and only after eating the beef did it reluctantly leave Zhuge Chen's arm and fly onto a stranger's shoulder.

The stranger came from the darkness and sat on the chair in front of Zhuge Chen, shook his shoulders and shook the snow sculpture standing tall, and then naturally snatched Zhuge Chen's cup and poured himself a sip of wine.

Zhuge Chen laughed and scolded: "I haven't seen you for so many years, I can't imagine that your old white is still this unpleasant appearance"

Lao Bai blinked a few times and joked: "Didn't you just come forward to help you get rid of these monsters, with your skills, you still use me to help?" ”

Zhuge Chen ignored Lao Bai, but took the wine cup from his hand and drank it. Probably because he didn't find it enjoyable, he simply threw the wine cup on the ground, opened two jars of wine, and slapped it heavily on the table, and drank it non-stop. It wasn't until his face flushed that he said to himself: "This wine is really good, you said it is not old." Yes, you said that you can't put that bitter gourd face when you see me? Anyway, they are all immortal characters on the heavenly base, and who will show that virtue again? Could it be that it is for my future sister-in-law, but you can really marry a daughter-in-law with such an unpleasant appearance. Introduce me to me one day, and by the way, tell my sister-in-law that you have to keep your eyes open, don't be deceived by you. ”

Lao Bai muttered angrily: "Drinking can't stop your mouth." ”

The man in white stood up with his support on the table, grabbed the empty wine jar and threw it to the ground, shouting like a woman who was spilling as he smashed: "I called you here on the spot, but I didn't see you for so many years, isn't it good to have a drink when I see you? I just want you to see that I, Zhuge Chen, will return to the outer heavens one day, and when that time comes, don't talk about those families who look down on people, even those saints and immortals who are used to their noble status will pay three respects to me. ”

Hearing this, Lao Bai naturally saw Zhuge Chen's drunkenness, and snorted coldly: "You dare to say anything, without the body of a god king, you can still walk out of a way, I feel that God is taking care of you, and I still think about such beautiful things as becoming a saint and an immortal." Speaking of this, he sighed lightly, a little unbearable: "It's really hard for you, how good it would be to be willing to come down and be a comfortable person like me as soon as possible." However, everyone has their own aspirations, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong. ”

Lao Bai, who had a few words of persuasion, suddenly heard a loud snoring, and turned his head to see that the man in white had fallen asleep on the chair. The appearance is still so handsome, but in Lao Bai's eyes, he, who was born as a friend of the God King, has a lot of rare fireworks mixed with his innate immortal aura.

When he thought about it, the angry old Bai vaguely heard Zhuge Chen's dream whispering.

This wine is a pleasure to drink!