The old drunkard stood in front of the cliff, this is already the third day of the little drunkard's Wuwu, the little drunkard has a lot of sweat beads on his body, that little sweat beads in the sun, it looks crystal clear, the little drunkard still closes his eyes, the movements are fast and slow, and the hands and feet are moving, there are all energy with each other.

"Ten years of accumulation, thick accumulation, this kid's martial arts, the realm has improved too fast, I was a little impatient a few days ago, could it be that some seedlings have been promoted?" The old drunkard's brows furrowed slightly, in three days, the little drunkard's martial arts have gone from the ninth grade, and now it is close to one grade, and what is even more strange is that the momentum has not stopped, and it is still rising, as if it is going to break through the heavenly realm at one time.

It is said that he practiced Taoism's "Tao Te Ching" at the same time, Confucianism's "Analects" to reach the gods, and Buddhism's "Diamond Sutra" to strengthen the body, and it took ten years to become a heavenly realm, and once he entered the heavenly realm, he was a half-step sage.

But this little drunkard, although it seems that he suddenly realized martial arts, extremely strange, but only the old drunkard knows, in the past ten years of walking in the world, the red dust on the little drunkard's body has been thick to the extreme, if he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, now at least he is a strong man who has just realized the immortals.

"The heavenly realm above the martial realm is actually no longer martial arts, it is the Tao. A voice came from behind the old drunkard, and there was a hint of murder in that voice.

The old drunkard took a lazy sip of wine, turned his head to look at the man, and his face suddenly became complicated.

"It seems that you have understood a lot of truths over the years, but why did you dare to come down the mountain to find me?"

"Xuanyuan knows you're coming, let me go down the mountain for revenge. ”

"You're not my opponent, so why bother going down the mountain. ”

"I know you're strong now, but I also know about Cher, so I don't seem to want revenge much anymore. ”

When he heard the word Xue'er, the old drunkard's eyes narrowed for a moment, and in that moment, there seemed to be a cloud missing a corner on the top of the mountain, and the old drunkard finally turned around and faced the defeat of this subordinate when he first entered the heavenly realm.

"It seems that you have improved a lot over the years, so the Demon Book has a total of ten layers, how many layers of strength do you have now?"

The magic book is said to be the secret book created by the founder of the Demon Sect back then, its subtlety is difficult to communicate with outsiders, the first layer of the "Demon Codex" already has the strength of a product, it is said that not long after the person created the "Demon Book", he already had the strength of the tenth layer, once the dragon turned out of the ordinary, broke through the gate of heaven and became an immortal.

Murong Feng's face was complicated, he grabbed a cloud in the world with one hand, exhaled sharply, turned the cloud into a divine dragon, coiled it on himself, and said: "When I fought with you back then, I thought that I had already cultivated three layers and was already very high, and now I have the strength of about seven layers, I don't know if I can fight with you." ”

The old drunkard looked back at the little drunkard who was still Wuwu on the side, and said: "The seventh layer should be very high, but you shouldn't be my opponent yet, but if you have to fight, I can accompany you." ”

Before Murong Feng could speak, the old drunkard's oil-stained sleeve robe waved lightly, and clouds came up from the sky, as if it were a sea, enveloping the old drunkard and Murong Feng, and the little drunkard on the side seemed to be in an unreachable distance in an instant.

"You only enter the Heavenly Immortal?" There was a trace of shame and anger in Murong Feng's eyes, the old monk clearly said that the old drunkard's kung fu was already close to the saint, but he was also a figure of heavenly immortals and heavenly beings, seeing that the old drunkard only entered the realm of heavenly immortals to fight, it seemed that he was despised, Murong Feng was angry and made a move.

The cloud dragon probed his head, the sea of clouds churned, and as Murong Feng pointed out, the dragon went out to sea and struck, and the dragon's tail flung fiercely at the old drunkard.

The old drunkard reached out again, like a flower, holding a little cloud in his hand, pulling and turning his hands, the cloud became a Taiji diagram, and then the old drunkard held his hands lightly, and the Taiji diagram spun out quickly, swinging the dragon's tail and rotating rapidly in the air, like a solid shield.

Murong Feng finally became serious, he knew that this opponent was no longer the killing god who only knew how to rampage in the Dao of Killing, he danced with his left hand, and the dragon coiled on his body, vaguely becoming one with him, and then stepped lightly on the sea of clouds, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, crashing into that Taiji diagram. There was a black gas beside him that seemed to collide with the sea of clouds, making a tooth-aching sound.

"It's a bit interesting that you're a heavenly and a human being, but it still seems to be a little bit worse. The old drunkard shook his head, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed his palm into a palm in the direction of the Taiji diagram, the yin and yang fish instantly separated, and the yin fish became a black gas, gradually corroding the cloud dragon on Murong Feng's body, and the yang fish unfolded into a round shield, and the black point seemed to be constantly rotating, and after Murong Feng collided with it, it was deadlocked.

"It's a little bit worse, it's the difference between heaven and earth!"

His hands waved again, and then he turned violently, and the old drunkard roared softly: "Turn!"

The shield really turned, and the arrow that Murong Feng incarnated flew out with the Yang Fish Shield rotating at the same time, and the Yang Fish met with the Yin Fish again and reintegrated into the sea of clouds, while Murong Feng was pushed back by the sea of clouds, and his face was cloudy.

"This trick is used to overcome rigidity with softness, how, do you want to try it?" The old drunkard stroked his beard, his face was a little playful, and the sea of clouds dispersed again with a wave of the old drunkard's sleeve robe, the cloud seemed to be still in the sky, and the distance between the old drunkard and Murong Feng never seemed to change, and the little drunkard was still performing martial arts on the side.

"The gap between me and you seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Murong Feng laughed self-deprecatingly, and then he didn't care about the old drunkard at all, his eyes turned to the little drunkard who was playing martial arts on the side, and suddenly his heart moved, and he asked, "Is he your and Xue'er's son?"

The old drunkard's eyes softened and said, "No, but after Xue'er died that year, half of her luck was divided, half of her luck chose this stinky boy, and the other half was on a girl who could play the piano." ”

"Why didn't that girl take that girl with you?" Hearing this, Murong Feng's eyebrows raised, and there was anger in his eyes, looking at the old drunkard with a bad face.

"Okay, don't ask about these things, you give Lao Tzu a farther away, there are some things you don't need to know too much, as long as you don't condone those beast demon cubs like back then, the West Desert will eventually have a foothold for your Demon Sect!" The old drunkard shook his hand impatiently, turned around and didn't look at Murong Feng again.

"Xi Chu still dares to disobey the world's disapproval?" Murong Feng suddenly asked with some curiosity.

The old drunkard touched his stomach, waved his hand and the wind rose, blowing Murong Feng far away, and said to himself: "What is there in Xichu that you don't dare, everything exists for reason, besides, if it weren't for the fact that you are Xue'er's brother, Lao Tzu would let you gain a foothold in the Western Desert?" Thinking of this, the old drunkard's eyes showed a trace of sadness, and only when his eyes happened to fall on the little drunkard, there was a trace of relief.

Xue'er, do you know that in my heart, this stinky boy is the common choice of you and me, don't worry, it won't be long before I can come to see you, how lonely this world is, it's a long road, no one understands me, it's a pity!

Murong Feng clenched his fists, there was a black fog behind him, the person melted into the black fog, and he didn't know where to go, leaving only a residual voice between the cliffs: "Wang Qi, you are very strong, but if you can't help Xue'er avenge in the Heavenly Palace, don't blame me for practicing those forbidden skills, take your life first." ”

The old drunkard shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "Xue'er is right, you still have a good face, you are good by nature, but your luck is not right." ”

......

At night, the cool breeze blew, and the little drunkard had stopped martial arts, and Mu Ran stood for an hour, and when the cool breeze blew, he couldn't help but shiver and sobered up.

The little drunkard suddenly felt hungry, sat down at once, and looked back to find the old drunkard, but found that the old guy was leaning on a boulder and was sleeping, and the little drunkard was so angry that he picked up a stone and threw it at the old drunkard, but he didn't want the stone to change direction halfway, and smashed into the big stone, and smashed a small hole.

"Who the hell smashed me?" The old drunkard opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw the little drunkard who looked at the little hole with a surprised face, the slightly angry old face instantly bloomed like a flower.

"Hehe, boy, you finally woke up, Lao Tzu is really hungry and tired, seeing you practicing martial arts there for a long time, I really can't stand it, so I squinted for a while, who knows......"

Before he finished speaking, the little drunkard stood up suddenly, as if his whole strength had recovered again, and stepped forward to stroke the small hole on the boulder: "Old guy, I seem to be able to be regarded as a martial arts person, right?" ”

The old drunkard looked at the little drunkard who didn't take care of himself, turned his head to look at the small hole in the boulder, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "Well, it's barely a little master." ”

"But now that this master is hungry and wants to eat, in this wilderness, I don't want to be the first person in the martial arts to be starved to death!" The little drunkard looked at the old drunkard, and his face instantly became bitter.

The old drunkard stretched out his hand, and the little drunkard looked at it, and there was a wooden stick there, and on the stick was a molted fowl, and there was a small hole under the fowl, and there was a rare firewood in the hole.

"Alas, you are practicing martial arts on the side, and I can only catch birds in the sky, so I will just take a moment, or I will eat some cushions to cushion my stomach?"

The old drunkard got up, took a small stone from the ground, flung it out with a flick of his wrist, and threw it out of it, and it struck the wood in the hole, and a spark arose, and the spark became a fiery serpent, and the fiery serpent tore at the fowl on the stick.

The little drunkard opened his mouth wide in an instant, and the big mouth should be able to put down an egg directly.

"Old fellow, it turns out that you are really a master. ”

The old drunkard was already roasting back and forth with the stick in his hand, and grinned: "It's barely quite high." ”

"How tall is it? Is there that old man Wang who took us on a dart trip some time ago?"

The old drunkard thought for a moment and said, "It should be a little taller than him." ”

"What about Li Gongyi, the martial artist of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who you told me about?"

The old drunkard held out a hand, leaving a short distance between his thumb and forefinger: "That should be a little taller than him." ”

"And what about the old guy you said you were going to fight? Are you as good as him?"

"That shouldn't be far off. The old drunkard thought for a moment and grinned happily.

And the little drunkard who watched the old drunkard barbecue on the side was even happier: "It turns out that I am really the protagonist of those commentaries, and you are the kind of martial arts master who follows me!"

"The top should still not be able to be, I'm happy, I'm happy that after so many years, I finally have the opportunity to let you learn martial arts, ten years, with a flick of your fingers. The old drunkard's eyes were a little confused, looking at the little drunkard who was laughing on the side, but the smiling woman came to mind.

The old drunkard has a knife around his waist, the firewood knife is automatically unsheathed, and the rust slowly falls, like the starlight in the sky, the knife is no longer rusty, the knife wants to come out, the long knife should come out, and the sky is cut.

The knife has a spirit, now the rust is gone, the knife spirit is reappearing, there is a whistling sound, it is the long knife that is unwilling to fall, unwilling to be forgotten, and the long roar is against the sky, showing the edge!

The little drunkard who watched the long knife out of the sheath became stupid for a while, and he only felt that it seemed that from a certain moment, he felt that the old drunkard in front of him had become tall and burly, and the knife that followed them all over the world seemed to really represent the whole world and slash at the opponent who didn't know where.

An old and a young, standing side by side on the top of the mountain, looking at it, it seems that the world is in the arms, and the mountains are small at a glance!