"Senior Brother Mo, how many immortal disciples did you say came to this Ape Cry Mountain?" Han Shuangcheng put a chopstick and cold potato shreds into his mouth, took a small sip of the burning knife, and chewed it slowly.

Mo Shiping put down his chopsticks and shook his head. Before, the shopkeeper only said that the county master had spent a lot of money to invite a number of immortal Taoist priests, but he never said the specific details, thinking that he had just heard about it.

Han Shuangcheng narrowed his eyes, tapped the table with his index finger, and said with a smile: "It took us three days to rush from Qingluo Town to Ape Cry Town, hundreds of miles away, not far but not close. Between this distance and proximity, there are not many sects whose names can be named, no more than a handful of them. The county lord is determined to spend all the money that he has saved in Ape Cry Town for more than ten years. ”

When Mo Shiping heard this, his face was suddenly startled, and after Han Shuangcheng's on-demand, he realized that something was wrong. Since the Imperial Spirit Sect, which is hundreds of miles away, has received the entrusted task, then these sects that are closer to Ape Cry Town must also have received it. Then why is this? An ape who has become a spirit needs to ape so many immortal cultivators, there must be something unknown behind it.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping frowned, this county lord must have something to hide from them.

Seeing this, Han Shuangcheng on the side nodded secretly. This Mo Shiping is not a stupid person, so he doesn't need to bother talking about it.

"What does Senior Brother Han think?" Mo Shiping asked softly, he had a plan in his heart, he had to talk to the county master before going to Ape Cry Mountain.

Han Shuangcheng picked up a few fried peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and said with a smile: "According to Senior Brother Mo's thoughts, I have to go to the county master to find out the truth." ”

Mo Shiping nodded, his face calm. But there were some waves in his heart, and Han Shuangcheng seemed to see through his thoughts. Or, Han Shuangcheng had already planned to go to the county master's place.

At this time, Wang Fugui, who was a little drunk, looked confused, supported the table with his right elbow, and supported his forehead with his left hand, not listening to what the two were saying at all.

"Ouch, Senior Brother Wang, this pot of burning knives has bottomed out. Do you want to have another pot?" Han Shuangcheng picked up the wine jug and shook it, looking surprised.

Wang Fugui's face was flushed, he couldn't help but burp, and said vaguely: "If you don't drink it, you will get drunk if you drink it again." ”

Han Shuangcheng nodded with a smile, and then shouted to the busy shopkeeper: "Little second brother, I want a pot of good signature bamboo leaf green." ”

"Well, wait, officer. The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, looking delighted, and trotted to get the wine. This pot of bamboo leaves is an old price, a lot of silver. Every time he sold a pot, the old shopkeeper would reward him with a few small dollars.

Then, Han Shuangcheng patted Wang Fugui's shoulder with a smile, and sighed deliberately, but said regretfully: "It seems that Han can only drink this pot of bamboo leaves for ten taels of silver for Senior Brother Wang." Tsk, it's a tael of silver in one bite."

As soon as Wang Fugui heard such an expensive price, his eyes immediately lit up, and he said that he had to taste the taste of this tael of silver. But at this time, he was already dizzy, and the stamina of burning the knife was not ordinary. When the last trace of stamina surged into his head, Wang Fugui's strong right hand was crooked, lying on the table, completely drunk.

Mo Shiping shook his head helplessly, he had planned to visit the county master after eating this meal, but now it seems that he has to drag it back.

Han Shuangcheng on the side smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mo, don't worry. Han had heard that the wine in this happy forest was a must-have in Ape Town, and this bamboo leaf green was the signature of his family. This kind of good wine needs to be tasted carefully, otherwise it will be ruined. The same is true for doing things, if you are in a hurry, you are afraid that the gains outweigh the losses. ”

At this moment, the shopkeeper carefully carried a turquoise wine jug and gently placed it on the table for three people.

"I'll just say that a few guest officials have unique visions, and this bamboo leaf green is our family's signature. ”

"Little second brother, get busy. Han Shuangcheng smiled again and took out a penny of silver and quietly stuffed it into the store's small second-hand shop.

The shopkeeper looked delighted, bowed slightly and hugged his fists to thank him, and didn't stay long, turning around to get busy. With a lively mind, he naturally saw that this young man in a white robe had a generous hand, and he must have a lot of origin. I don't think he can cling to it, just take it when he sees it.

Han Shuangcheng uncovered the mud seal of Zhu Yeqing, poured a little into the bowl by himself, and pushed the turquoise wine jug towards Mo Shiping.

"Drink?"

Mo Shiping shook his head and refused politely, the small half bowl of burning knives just now had already made him a little dizzy.

Han Shuangcheng pursed his lips, took back the wine jug, put it in front of him, and smiled and picked up a chopstick to mix shredded potatoes, and went down to his stomach with the mellow bamboo leaves.

"It's delicious. Han Shuangcheng sighed softly, then put down the wine bowl and stopped drinking. It's not that Han Shuangcheng thinks that Zhu Yeqing doesn't suit his appetite, but that this ape cry town doesn't suit his appetite.

Han Shuangcheng pondered, all this was too coincidental, like that person's layout technique, which also made him lose interest in drinking. Han Shuangcheng doesn't think that being reduced to a chess piece is a thing worth having a drink.

Han Shuangcheng just considered these things alone in his belly, and categorically would not tell Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui.

After a small half-pillar of incense, Han Shuangcheng, who poured himself a drink, took the last sip of bamboo leaf green, greeted Xiao Er who came to the store with a smile, and paid the silver for the wine and food. A group of three people walked out of the Happy Forest, Han Shuangcheng walked in front, and Wang Fugui, who had not yet sobered up, was supported by Mo Shiping in a daze.

Walking on the bustling and lively streets, Mo Shiping sighed lightly. Judging from Wang Fugui's confused state, he had to wait until midnight to sober up at the earliest.

"Senior Brother Han, can the physique of the Martial Arts Three Realms even withstand drunkenness?" Mo Shiping asked curiously. The pot of bamboo leaves just now was all drunk by Han Shuangcheng alone, why should his face be a little red, and his head was a little dizzy, right? But Han Shuangcheng acted like a nobody, still behaving normally, and wanted to have something to do with his martial arts three realms.

"After opening up the Du Pulse and entering the second realm of martial arts, after refining his physique a little, ordinary poisons in the world are helpless, let alone drunk. Han Shuangcheng, who was walking in front, said with a smile.

Then, Han Shuangcheng, who was originally smiling, sighed inexplicably: "If Han is deliberately guarded, don't say that a pot of bamboo leaf green is ten pots, and a hundred pots will not have a trace of drunkenness." But what's the point of drinking like this?"

"A thousand cups are not drunk and one cup is poured, but Han is inclined to the latter. There is a way that is the smell of fireworks in the world, which is the most soothing to the hearts of mortals. Isn't wine also a kind of fireworks flavor, and no matter how high the realm is, the monks also walk up step by step from mortals? Han doesn't think that after the rock realm, he will become what the world calls immortal cultivators who do not eat fireworks in the world. In the final analysis, it is still the immortal cultivators themselves who are unwilling, and they want to draw a line with ordinary people. After suffering so much, he finally became high, and even he couldn't look down on himself who used to roll in the mud stall, how could he look down on other mortals in the mud. ”

Speaking of this, Han Shuangcheng paused, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Mo is smiling, Han is drunk." ”

Mo Shiping rarely saw Han Shuangcheng complaining, and smiled at the moment: "Compared to Senior Brother Han and Wang Fugui, he is not drunk. ”

"Senior Brother Wang is also temperamental, and Han likes to drink with him. Han Shuangcheng glanced at Wang Fugui, who was walking crookedly, and said with a smile, returning to his usual cynical appearance in a moment.

Mo Shiping raised his eyebrows, he felt that Han Shuangcheng, who was complaining, was also a lover.

Han Shuangcheng didn't say anything more, walked slowly ahead, looking at the bustling street, his expression was a little embarrassed. He remembered the man who had taught him to drink. The complaint he had sent to Mo Shiping before, and that person had said something similar to him.

Han Shuangcheng remembered that at the end, when he was drunk in a daze, the man suddenly smiled and said that he was a very powerful monk, and he wanted to be his disciple. Han Shuangcheng felt that the man spoke very interestingly and well, so he agreed. But the man shook his head, made a request, and when he entered the Three Realms King Realm, he officially accepted him as a disciple.

After that, the man led Han Shuangcheng into the Imperial Spirit Sect and disappeared. In the first year, he entered the first realm of martial arts, in the second year he entered the second realm of martial arts, and in the third year, he entered the third realm of martial artists, the pinnacle. In the next five years, he was the leader in the sect trial, but he couldn't reach the king realm for a long time, so Han Shuangcheng even gave up the opportunity to enter the four realms many times.

Until now, Han Shuangcheng didn't know the name of that person. But for his identity, Han Shuangcheng has some unrealistic conjectures, in short, he is much more powerful than the head Song Jiang.

And now, after entering Ape Cry Town, thinking of all kinds of clues, Han Shuangcheng faintly felt that it was the man's handiwork. The sect happened to give him such a task, and then he happened to meet Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui, who were obviously not small. After the three of them came to Ape Cry Town, they learned that it happened that the county lord was willing to spend a lot of money to appoint all the sects within hundreds of miles, was all this too coincidental? It was like under the guidance of the people behind the scenes step by step, Han Shuangcheng took Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui to Ape Cry Town for training.

And the person behind the scenes, all Han Shuangcheng could think of was that person, half of his nominal master. In this way, the background of Mo Shiping's unknown origin is also linked. Han Shuangcheng speculated that that person was likely to have an intersection with Mo Shiping or someone behind him.

However, Han Shuangcheng is not in a hurry to verify his suspicions, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, one step at a time, and every step must be taken safely.

Not long after the three of them left, Han Shuangcheng picked a quiet inn in the alley and checked in. Of course, Han Shuangcheng is alone, while Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui are in one room. Mo Shiping didn't have any opinions, and the drunken Wang Fugui couldn't raise any opinions. If it was normal, Wang Fugui would have yelled at Han Shuangcheng and slammed the iron.

Mo Shiping helped Wang Fugui back to the room, laid him on the soft bed, and played the six styles of Xingyi Quan on the side.

Mo Shiping noticed that since he became a martial artist, his punches seemed to be more fluent, and he had a charm that he didn't have before.

Especially the fourth-style Eagle Chasing Cannon Boxing and the fifth-type Spirit Monkey Drill Boxing, which the grandfather had slightly modified, finally had a hint of smoothness. Although he had fought hundreds of times before, Mo Shiping still felt that he had no shape but no idea, and he was far less skilled than the Tiger Hunting Fist and the Snake Punch he made.

Moreover, Mo Shiping, who is in the realm of martial arts, is very confident that if he faces the previous Yuwen Cheshui, he will not have to use his own fist at all, and he can win with one move to hunt the tiger and collapse the fist.

However, thinking of this, Mo Shiping couldn't help but smile bitterly, maybe Yuwen Cheshui in Dongsheng Divine Continent had already become a martial artist. Even if it was said that he had already set foot in the second realm of martial arts, Mo Shiping would not be surprised in the slightest. As for the covenant of the Four Realms proposed by Yuwen Cheshui, Mo Shiping didn't take it to heart, he didn't think the two would meet again.

...

At this time, hundreds of miles away, Song Jiang, who had changed into civilian clothes, was walking alone on the streets of Qingluo Town with his hands in his hands. Song Jiang has always liked to go down the mountain for a walk, sometimes going to the tea shop to drink a cup of coarse tea, sometimes going to the river to watch the old man fishing, and sometimes deliberately listening to the neighborhood girls talk about some parents' shortcomings. And because Wei Li came to Qingluo Town before, Song Jiang also held back for a long time and never went down the mountain, honestly guarding the Imperial Spirit Sect, and paying attention to the trial of entering the sect.

Now, after bidding farewell to Wei Li, Song Jiang is naturally in a good mood, and there is nothing to do in the Imperial Spirit Sect, so he naturally wants to go to Qingluo Town for a walk. He went to a roadside tea shop and asked for a bowl of sparse and ordinary barley tea.

Song Jiang took a sip of the tea that tasted a little bland, pinched his fingers and calculated silently, estimating that Han Shuangcheng and his party had arrived in Ape Cry Town. Han Shuangcheng couldn't see it, but Song Jiang saw the current situation clearly, and the realm was different.

"Half of my junior brother, this bureau laid out by the master is very simple, just a bureau of inquiry. Wouldn't it be easy to break the game if you figured this out?"

Song Jiang sighed slightly and shook his head. He didn't think that Han Shuangcheng could see through this, otherwise he wouldn't have been hovering at the peak of the Three Realms of Martial Arts for five years, and he wouldn't be able to become his eighth junior disciple for a long time.

Of course, Song Jiang only dared to slander, and it was absolutely impossible to tell Han Shuangcheng the truth. However, Song Jiang's impression of Han Shuangcheng was not bad, so he had the courage to play a little clever and gave Han Shuangcheng a little hint.

Wang Fugui happened to have a bronze mirror on his body that could block the full force of the Rock Realm, which was this hint. As for whether Han Shuangcheng can comprehend it, Song Jiang does not know.

"Shopkeeper, this tea is also a little lighter!" Song Jiang put down the tea bowl with a bitter face and shouted.

"A penny and a bowl, not light!" replied the old man who took care of the pantry, lazily sitting, leaning on the wooden pole and napping, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"It's just some lingering flower intestines, and it's not annoying!" Song Jiang sighed heavily, threw a penny on the table, and left.

The old man in the pantry was stunned for a moment, glanced at Song Jiang who was far away, shook his head, and closed his eyes again. It's weird, it doesn't sound like she's complaining to him, it's like talking to yourself.

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