The sun is sinking in the West Mountain, the sky is like ink, and many inns in the big turtle town have closed for rest. And in the depths of the alley, the deserted inn called "An Inn" is today unprecedentedly brightly lit and staggered.

"Hey, stinky boy, you're... Did you really become a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect?"

In the inn, there was only a small pot of wine, but the three people who were not strong enough to drink were already slightly drunk, and Li Facai even bit his tongue when he spoke.

Mo Shiping held the wine bowl in his hand, reluctant to put his mouth down, he was forced to take a small sip before, only to feel that as soon as the burning knife entered his mouth, a rush of wine smell went straight to his head, waiting for the wine to flow through his throat until it slid into his stomach, it was really like swallowing a red-hot knife, burning him painfully.

Just one bite made his somewhat dark face flushed.

After thinking left and right, Mo Shiping had no choice but to shake the wine bowl in front of his mouth, pretending to sip wine, but in fact his lips were just slightly stained. Then, Mo Shiping put down the wine bowl, let out a long sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, and looked rich, as if he had really taken a big sip.

"That's not it, I'm still an inner disciple, do you know what an inner disciple is?" I don't know why, Mo Shiping only felt some indescribable excitement in his heart, and even his voice unconsciously increased a little, and even spoke with a little frivolity that he didn't have on weekdays.

"Huh?" Wang Fugui on the side glanced at Mo Shiping's wine bowl, deliberately lengthened his voice and shouted, "Why is there no shortage of wine in your bowl?"

"Oh, what do you mean, kid!" Li Facai narrowed his eyes and immediately looked at Mo Shiping's wine bowl, and sure enough, it hadn't changed at all, and there was nearly half a bowl of wine.

"That's not good, you have to add wine!" Li Facai said, picking up the wine jug with his right hand.

"Goo dong goo dong", Li Facai added a full bowl of wine to Mo Shiping.

"Drink!" Li Facai raised his wine bowl, poured a big sip himself, and then stared at Mo Shiping with unkind eyes.

Mo Shiping frowned, his expression was bitter, and he had no choice but to raise the wine bowl, pinch his nose and pour a big mouthful into his stomach.

"Ahem!" Mo Shiping accidentally drank too quickly, and the spicy wine was a little choked in his nose, and he suddenly coughed and tears and snot flowed out together.

"Hahaha!" Seeing this, Li Facai and Wang Fugui both laughed, but they each raised a hand, put it behind Mo Shiping's back, and patted it gently.

"Brother Fa Cai, drink one?"

"Brother Fugui, you're welcome!"

The two touched the bowl, both drank a big sip, nodded to each other, and their eyes were full of hatred and pity for each other.

Seeing this, Mo Shiping wiped his snot and tears, and quipped while he was drinking: "Fortune is expensive, a natural pair!"

The three of them laughed and drank with each other like this, and they didn't feel that the night was getting deeper and deeper.

Before you know it, only a few houses in the small big turtle town are still lit up, and this inn is one of them. In the inn, there were very few large bags of wine and side dishes on the table, and the two pots of small wine with burning knives had long been empty, and they were lonely and rolled aside. As for the three teenagers, they each staggered on the table, snoring and falling asleep.

This night, although he fell asleep on the hardwood table and chair, Mo Shiping slept very peacefully, and there was always a subtle smile on his face. When Mo Shiping still had a trace of consciousness, the last thing he suddenly thought of was such a poem that was extremely inconsistent with his current situation.

"When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. ”

In Mo Shiping's eyes, the small inn suddenly turned around, and unconsciously turned into a magnificent galaxy. You see, the wine bottle lying on it is not a bright and flawless moon, shining alone in the night sky. You see, the scattered chopsticks are really like meteorites across the sky, rushing like a river. You see, the square table that stands quietly is like a towering mountain, swallowing the world. Scenes of breathtaking wonders quietly appeared in front of Mo Shiping's eyes, at this moment, he didn't think of heroic verses, but, hey, I'm probably drunk, right?

As everyone knows, all three of them are drunk.

...

"Squeak" The wooden door of an inn was pushed open.

A short old man walked into the inn, only to see him frowning, his face was red, and even his teeth were clucking, and it was obvious that this hot-tempered little old man was angry again.

"Li Facai, what time have you been, and you are still sleeping there like a dead pig? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu slapped you to death?" the little old man stomped his feet and scolded at the three people who were still snoring on their stomachs.

"Hey, aren't you that stinky boy who sells vegetables?

"Who are you? Sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, looking like a skinny monkey, did you pay for sleeping here last night?"

Li Facai was frightened by this sudden scolding, and suddenly woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was already sunrise outside.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui were also startled, and they stood up with a crawl, looking slightly embarrassed, not daring to look at this little old man, like a child who had been caught doing something wrong.

Li Facai scratched his head, his eyes rolled, his face was suddenly full of smiles, and he took the initiative to walk to the little old man's side, and flattered: "The shopkeeper is really early today, this is not a small day, I drank a little too much yesterday, and I overslept a little." Alas, in the final analysis, it is still small and has no intentions, and there is still a big gap with the shopkeeper, and there is still a lot to learn from the shopkeeper. ”

"Hmph, don't pat yourself on the back, I don't eat this. The short old man said this, but his expression had eased a lot, and he was obviously still very comfortable with it.

Li Facai quietly glanced at the two behind him, and the two immediately understood, and took the opportunity to run out of the inn.

Li Facai took off the rag on his shoulder with a smile, and quickly cleaned up the messy inn, he still knows a lot about the temper of his shopkeeper.

The short old man glanced at him, but didn't reproach him anymore. Naturally, he had known everything that was happening in the inn for a long time, and he didn't plan to show up, but when he thought about it, the old Confucian went to Northern Xinjiang to collect the closed disciples, and the Thunder Emperor went to Dongsheng Shenzhou to help Huo Wazi support him, leaving him alone here, which was really boring. So on a whim, he deliberately went to the inn, without him, just to scold people and get over his addiction.

"Pack up, and when I come back, I'll deduct your wages when I see a hair." Since he had reached the point of addiction, the short old man naturally did not want to stay longer, so he left the inn with a word. Walking on the street of Big Turtle Town, the short old man thought on a whim whether to dress up in disguise, and also go to the sect that received people to report a name, and pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so as to pass the time. But after a moment, he frowned, and suddenly raised his right hand and slapped himself lightly.

"Phew, bah, bah. Is Lao Tzu sick, what is not good to learn, learn the bad taste of the old Confucian. ”

As soon as he thought of the old Confucian who quarreled with the first in the world, the short old man stomped his feet angrily, and suddenly lost the mind to hang out, and directly waved his sleeves and went back to sleep on his big turtle mountain.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui escaped from an inn in embarrassment, and only then did they stop a little when they ran out of the alley.

"Ouch, it hurts. One of the sequelae of a hangover is a headache, and at this moment Wang Fugui was panting, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, shaking his head gently, quite helpless.

Mo Shiping's head was also a little painful, but it was much better than Wang Fugui. When he drank yesterday, he drank less than two bowls of burning knives in total and was dazed, while Wang Fugui and Li Facai, the two living treasures who hated to see each other late, each had four or five bowls of wine in their stomachs. Li Facai also likes to brew some wine to drink on weekdays, so he didn't have much discomfort when he woke up today, but this Wang Fugui, like Mo Shiping, has never drunk alcohol, and he got drunk all of a sudden, and naturally felt extremely unwell after waking up.

Mo Shiping squatted down and gently patted Wang Fugui's back to help him dispel some discomfort.

"It's not fair! It's also drunk, why aren't you uncomfortable?" Wang Fugui saw Mo Shiping's breezy appearance, as if he was not affected by last night's drunkenness at all, so he asked angrily.

Mo Shiping squinted his eyes and recalled, then smiled secretly, and replied: "I was confused after only drinking two bowls, and the rest is all you have drunk, I may be patronizing to eat side dishes with wine." ”

When Wang Fugui heard this, he sighed, rolled his eyes, and commented: "Sure enough, it's the most interesting thing to drink with Brother Facai." You're not enough to have fun, so you're so energetic. ”

Hearing this, Mo Shiping raised his eyebrows, and deliberately said with a wicked smile: "Isn't it uncomfortable at this time?"

Wang Fugui originally wanted to shake his head in denial, but he was a little afraid that if he shook his head again, his stomach would pour out uncontrollably. So he had no choice but to stretch out his right hand, wave it again and again, and said righteously: "You don't understand, everything in the rivers and lakes is in the wine glass." As the saying goes, a good wine is a thousand cups for a confidant, and I am happy to meet a rich brother!"

Mo Shiping saw Wang Fugui with a serious expression, so he had to shake his head helplessly and no longer argue with him. However, Li Facai and Wang Fugui can get along so well, he is still very happy in his heart, and if he can drink two bowls of wine, he will be even happier.

...

At this moment, at the foot of a very prestigious mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a grandfather dressed in coarse linen was leading a red-haired young man to slowly leave along the mountain road.

This young man is the red wolf of the fire disaster who caused trouble in Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Along the way, the Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity had a bitter face and was sullen, and it was obvious that he didn't particularly want to see this old man.

Grandpa glanced at him, his expression was suddenly a little unhappy, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and asked loudly: "Huo Wazi, why are you unhappy when you see your long-lost grandfather?"

The Red Wolf frowned, he was extremely unwilling to accept the title that the old Confucian gave him. But he also knew in his heart that the grandfather and the old Confucian were so smooth that they wouldn't change their words.

The red wolf had no choice but to pinch his nose, and replied helplessly: "What's the matter, it's too late for me to be happy to see the old man." The tone was cringe, completely lacking the majesty of the previous battle against Yuwen Jinshan.

The eldest grandfather nodded with a relieved expression and continued: "This is about the same, and it is not in vain that the old man has traveled thousands of miles to protect you." The pride of the ten major families of Dongsheng Divine Continent has been beaten by you, you are really going to cause trouble. ”

"Hey, hey. The Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity chuckled lightly and said disdainfully: "What ten major families, what are the pride of the sky, there are only one or two who can fight a little bit, they are all useless goods." In a few years, it will be Uncle Ben's turn to catch their older generation and beat them. ”

The eldest grandfather nodded slightly, agreeing with the seemingly extremely arrogant statement of the Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity. For nearly a hundred years, he has been at the top of the human race, and the pride of the sky he has seen abounds, but there are very few who can really be favored by him. And the Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity, and Yuwen Jinshan, in his eyes, are all cultivators who can step into the fairyland in the future.

As he walked, the eldest grandfather suddenly remembered something, and said, "I taught your junior brother how to control myself." ”

When the Red Wolf heard this, he raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised, but deliberately ridiculed: "Old man, you are not kind, you prefer the little junior brother!"

When the eldest grandfather heard this, he stretched out his right hand and patted the head of the red wolf, and asked, "What?

The Red Wolf immediately shook his head and denied: "Don't learn! Uncle Ben doesn't bother to learn!"

The eldest grandfather frowned suddenly, and slapped his right hand on his head again, this time slightly increasing the force.

"Stinky boy, how do you talk to grandpa?"

The Red Wolf rubbed his head with some pain, and protested with a bitter face: "Old man, I'm not a little kid anymore, I can't hit my head anymore, let people see it, I have no face." ”

"Hmph, stinky boy, in the eyes of the old man, you are not still a little child. ”

The red wolf of the scorching calamity sighed, a little speechless, and simply cultivated the meditation of closing his mouth, silence is golden. Because what the old man said was indeed true.

In the Yuwen family, which uses this mountain as a courtyard, in the living room, a thin middle-aged man and a handsome young man are standing side by side.

The middle-aged man is the current patriarch of the Yuwen family, Yuwen is at the peak, and the young man is his eldest son, the first Yuwen Jinshan in Dongsheng Shenzhou to comprehend the power of rules at the peak of the Six Realms in a hundred years.

"Father, I lost a lot, that person is really strong. Yuwen Jinshan said calmly, without a trace of ups and downs in his tone, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Yuwen Dufeng nodded slightly, his expression was also unshocked, as if he didn't care at all that his eldest son lost the battle with the same realm, he said with a smile: "Well, yes, although he only lost one move, he also lost." It's a little monster taught by an old monster, it's really strong and terrifying. ”

"I think he's my old enemy. Ask about the battle of fairyland, and I will win him. ”