In the end, it became a river of thousands of fine dust, which flowed separately, in their own square inch of dust, and in the surging river.

Qiao Zhen had been practicing hard in the cave for more than a month, and the dry food had already been exhausted, and one evening, he was so hungry that he couldn't hold back, so he dragged his eldest grandson Qi south to forage for food.

After three months, they came to the wine country.

"After the wine country, three hundred miles to the south, beyond the Wen Mountain, is Duxi!" Qiao Zhen muttered, his eyes glowing with a warm and misty light.

After the two of them had eaten in a small noodle restaurant, Qiao Zhen bought two large bags of dry food and carried it on the back of the patriarch Sun Qi, at this time the sunset was about to peel off like a burned dry candle, Qiao Zhen looked at the bright yellow color in the air and touched his chin and said: "The best wine in the world, counted, I haven't smelled it for twenty years!"

Since this period of time, Changsun Qi's heart has been empty and thoughtless, and when he saw Qiao Zhen stop and hesitate, he also stood still, but there was no thought in his heart.

"You say, should I go get some drinks?"

Eldest Sun Qi's face was blank, the mountain road had worn through the soles and uppers of his shoes for months, and his exposed toes were already red and swollen under the cold wind, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling.

"Stinky boy!" Qiao Zhen kicked over, and Changsun Qi suddenly fell to the ground full of muddy water, and the corner of his right face and eyebrow slammed on the stone, and suddenly a long stream of hot blood flowed out.

Qiao Zhen saw that Changsun Qi just wiped his face, but his face was still expressionless, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "The stupid boy is really stupid!"

When he was about to go out of the city, Qiao Zhen shouted: "This swordsman has always been hot and hot, water and water, and there is no half of the people in the world who can stop him, but he didn't dare to ask for a bowl of wine today!" Speaking of this, he looked at Changsun Qi and said, "You must want to know where I want to go to beg for a bowl of wine!"

Eldest Sun Qi stared blankly at the sprouts emerging from the dead grass on the ground, and let Qiao Zhen yell at him for a long time, he turned a deaf ear, and naturally he didn't know what he said.

"If you want to drink, you have to fight, fuck, Lao Tzu, I have practiced swordsmanship and came back to split his winery, or do I rush over and drink his master's sip now?"

Qiao Zhen wandered on the ground for a long time, and sighed in the sky: "This master's ghost swordsmanship is so difficult to practice, it is difficult to make a decision in a few years, do I have to wait a few years to drink this wine!"

"Hahahaha!" Qiao Zhen let out a long laugh and pulled Changsun Qi back towards the city.

The setting sun slowly fell into the mountains, and in a dense forest in the north of the city, hundreds of officers and soldiers were drinking wine and shouting with prostitutes in their arms, singing and dancing, and beside them, crooked steel knives were scattered on the ground at will, like empty wine jars that had been thrown away.

The corners of Qiao Chen's mouth sneered twice, and he pulled Changsun Qi to fly by, except for the horse tied to the tree and looked up at them, no one noticed them!

After passing the officers and soldiers, at the foot of a low mountain, a house slowly loomed, and when the two of them ran to the front, they saw a red high-rise building with a wide courtyard isolated, and the hill behind the house was no longer visible, this tall building was ten zhang high, and it actually covered the hill behind!

The two walked to the side, only to see a pair of couplets hanging on the dark red heavy wooden door: In the depths of Penglai, he once preached that he dared to be an immortal when he stepped into the wine country alone!

"Old cowhide, I'm here!" Qiao Zhen smelled the strong aroma of wine emanating from the courtyard, and couldn't help but be angry, pressing the door with both hands, and two gates weighing more than 100 catties flew into the air and fell heavily in the courtyard.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous!" More than a dozen young men in red clothes burst out of the courtyard, looking at Qiao and the eldest grandson with swords, all with angry expressions!

Qiao Zhen laughed: "This swordsman doesn't come out of the mountain, I'm afraid that no one in the world is as presumptuous as me!" With that, his body rushed forward, and suddenly he only heard the sound of wailing, and in a moment, more than ten red-clothed young men had all fallen to the ground!

"Old cowhide, it's time for you to come out, your pus-filled children have ......" Before Qiao finished speaking, a thin old man dressed in red had rushed from the tall building!

"Old Monster Qiao, you dare to run to my territory to spread wild!" The old man in red looked to be over seventy years old, the light in his eyes flashed on Changsun Qi's face, and then he looked at the disciples who fell to the ground and the wooden door that fell to the side, and said in a cold voice, "Twenty years ago, your two palms were still able to crack my wooden door, what's the matter, are you old now!"

Qiao Zhen looked up to the sky and snorted, and said, "Do you remember the heroic deeds of this swordsman twenty years ago, this time I came just to have a drink, and I will leave after drinking!"

The old man in red said angrily: "You said the same thing last time, what are you waiting for, let's fight!"

"Dad, why are you fighting again!"

A tall girl with a good face and a gentle face flew from the tall building, and when she saw the collapsed wooden door and the people who fell to the ground, she raised her eyebrows, looked at Qiao Zhen and the eldest grandson, and said sharply: "What the hell are you two guys, how dare you go to our Feiguang Mountain Villa to spread wild!"

The old man in red drooped his face and reproached: "Yu'er, why did you come out, hurry in!"

The girl frowned and said, "Dad, why are you still talking about people, didn't you just tell people yesterday, you said that you won't fight anymore in the past two days!"

The old man in red raised his face and said, "Nonsense, hurry up and let me in!"

Qiao Zhen laughed and said, "My niece is seventeen years old!"

The girl said angrily, "Who's your niece!" But how do you know my age!"

Qiao Zhen said: "Twenty years ago, your father just met your master, haha, your master will be really beautiful, at that time your master fought with me, he was injured by me, I wonder according to your father's dog temper, I must take care of the injury before I can have you!"

The girl frowned and said, "Why are you talking nonsense, let me ask you, how do you know that I am seventeen, what are you talking nonsense!"

Qiao Zhen said: "Your master has been slapped by me, and it takes two years of cultivation to get better, and according to your father's temper, he will definitely have to raise it for another year to be able to feel safe, so I speculate that you are seventeen!"

The girl screamed "ah", and then said angrily: "You actually hurt my master!"

Qiao Zhen didn't dodge, and after the long sword stabbed at his left rib, he seemed to know the next move, and his left index finger and middle finger were opened, and they were already placed on his right rib first.

Sure enough, the girl's long sword shook slightly, and it had already flown to Qiao Chen's right ribs, although he saw that Qiao Zhen had been prepared, but he could not change his move in an emergency, this sword seemed to be sent to Qiao Chen's hands, thinking that this person could anticipate his own back move, he couldn't help but be shocked, and when he withdrew the long sword, he found that the long sword was caught by his two fingers, and the strength was so great that it was like being caught by a boulder, and he couldn't pull half an inch.