"Here, a lot of people died. ”

There is a not very big mountain road at the bottom of the mountain, but there are many people on the road. It used to be the junction of Luoguo and Fengshangling, and after Fengshangling destroyed Luoguo, it was opened up and became a mountain road.

A middle-aged man who was full of alcohol, with a white gourd hanging on his waist, was like a lone ranger many years ago before the reunification of all countries, holding a big hat on his head, staggering step by step on the mountain road.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he opened his mouth to pour wine, and the wine was gone.

"It's gone. ”

Three thousand catties of wine, the last sip has been drunk.

"Scholar Yun, your good wine is gone!"

The middle-aged man threw the gourd and started a drunken madness on the mountain road. There were many people on the mountain road, and they immediately frowned and avoided this drunken maniac.

I saw the drunken maniac casually pull out the rusty sword on his back, and without even pulling out the scabbard, he smashed it towards the air.

"People are crazy, I don't know what blows I have suffered!"

"It's been a hard time. ”

People who walk this mountain road have a hard time living for everyone. After all, what is a mountain road is called a mountain road because it is different from the official road. Although most of the pedestrians looked at the middle-aged man and sighed, no one really went up to comfort him, the mountain road was not big, and it was spacious enough to bypass a drunken maniac.

The drunken maniac indulged in his own world, and no one disturbed him, so he continued to laugh and dance the rusty sword.

At the end of the dance, he didn't even know the way under his feet, but he slashed his sword at the barren trees of the mountain forest, pulled away the branches and rattans little by little, slashed and slashed, and went madly into the dense forest.

This dense forest has only grown in recent years, and although the branches are not very tough, they have been cut down by drunken maniacs, but there is nothing left to cut them down!

An unsheathed rusty sword, comparable to a sword that had been tempered thousands of times, slowly cut from the small vines at the foot of the mountain to the thick wooden stakes halfway up the mountainside. At this time, a sword passed, and the power was comparable to a spirit sword, and even the soil skin that had grown for dozens or hundreds of years was shocked and cracked, and the eyes of the drunken maniac were red, and he really vented his drunkenness.

"Kill ——!"

The smell of wine is about to dissipate, and the drunken maniac draws his sword and stands up with a loud shout!

Boom!

A circle of sword qi visible to the naked eye erupted ferociously from the mountainside like a tide that poured into the sky, sweeping across all directions, and the entire mountain forest was cut through by the sword qi, and the broken wood and soil soared into the sky, flying for half a minute before falling back to the ground again!

With an angry shout, the middle-aged man seemed to be drunk, his eyes were like knives, and his blood was rolling like wolf smoke.

"White Wind Tower!"

The middle-aged man pulled a mouthful of blood from between his teeth and spit on the ground.

Yun Shusheng asked him not to go to Baifeng Tower, but in the end he did.

On the mountainside where the land was broken, the middle-aged man stood for a long time. He didn't know where to go when he ran out of wine. Glancing around, he saw a ruined courtyard behind the hillside.

"Yard ......"

The light and anger in the eyes of the middle-aged man were depressed and dim. He carried his sword and walked step by step into the broken courtyard.

He was tired.

After that battle, the Excalibur was crippled, and his whole body was cultivated to the sky. He wanted to die there altogether, but when he was killed, he thought that the three thousand catties of wine left by Yun Shusheng had not yet been drunk.

That's three thousand pounds of bad wine.

It was all sent to him by Yun Shusheng before the mountain pass. A letter was attached to the wine, "Don't you like to drink?" Bet with me, before you finish drinking 3,000 catties of wine, I will continue to get the twelve guards of this Baifeng Building!"

The end of the world is a long way off.

When the middle-aged man got the wine, he laughed loudly Yun Shusheng's letter was rampant, and he dared to go to the twelve guards of Baifeng Building alone. But when the news came, the twelve guards of Baifeng Mansion were really wiped out, and it was too late for him to have the heart to help Yun Shusheng.

The middle-aged man took the remaining more than 2,000 catties of wine and stayed in the city for two days and two nights.

"The Wind Mansion Master of Baifeng Tower personally took action, and more than 4,000 dead soldiers besieged Yunzhong Shushan, and teased Yun Shusheng who killed Yunzhong Shushan in the way of wheel warfare!"

Two days later, another letter from Yun Shusheng was sent to him, "Have you finished drinking? If you lose the bet, you are willing to lose the gamble according to the old rules, and you are not allowed to go to Baifeng Tower until the rest of the wine is drunk!"

More than two thousand catties of wine, he drank it for four years, and when there was still one thousand catties left, he went to Baifeng Building.

The body is still strong, but it is babbling and lamenting, the middle-aged man is sober and unconscious, holding a rusty sword and swaying towards the mountainside and breaking the courtyard.

Li Mu's consciousness was staying in the casting room in the inner courtyard, thinking about what was going on with the sword-casting technique he had obtained last night.

Suddenly, he felt someone at the door!

"Hey, there's a living person coming!" Li Mu became happy, he hadn't seen a living person for a long time.

A middle-aged man, with a beard and hair unkempt and covered in mud, staggered into the small courtyard.

The middle-aged man glanced around, found a piece of raised bluestone on the ground, grabbed a handful of weeds and put his head on the ground, fell to sleep.

"Damn, a drunkard?"

Li Mu looked at the middle-aged man's dizzy appearance, and suddenly felt that this person who had finally come was a drunk drunkard.

"You go to sleep, don't vomit on me later!" Li Mu immediately became worried, he has now become a house spirit, if this drunkard wakes up and vomits, he will be vomiting on him.

Li Mu tried to use his mental power to move the middle-aged man outside the hospital, and after a few days of practice, his mental power has grown considerably.

"Hey, why is this man so heavy!"

The spiritual power was covered by the middle-aged man, and Li Mu found that this middle-aged man was so heavy, and his spiritual power couldn't shake him by half a point at all!

Then, the middle-aged man began to snore.

Li Musheng has nothing to love, and he can't move the middle-aged man, so he can only silently pray that he won't vomit when he wakes up.

Li Mu's consciousness descended on the middle-aged man, and he observed the middle-aged man's face through the middle-aged man's chaotic hair.

"This person from another world looks like me!"

It seems that the humans here are the same as the humans on the earth, and if they are clean and take care of it, this middle-aged man's face may be unexpectedly handsome.

After looking at it for a while, Li Mu went back to the casting room to stay. He pondered in his heart the "One Sword", that is, the casting method of the Thick Earth and Green Sword. But now Li Mu suffers from the lack of sword casting materials, so he has no way to try to cast a sword.

This afternoon, Li Mu carefully sorted out all the back rooms, although most of the casting utensils have been lost, but the two most important things are still in use.

As long as he has the materials, he might be able to try to make a thick earth and green sword!

"It's really not good, hit it with mud!"

There are no materials, Li Mu is in a hurry. The sword-forging technique of the Thick Earth Blue Soul Sword was directly engraved in his memory, and he could recall all the slightest detail.

This feeling that you can make it with materials but can't make it is really embarrassing.

Because there were no materials, Li Mu could only stare at the casting furnace. This is the disadvantage of his lack of hands and feet, if he wants to forge a sword? Yes, the materials will fall in the rain when God is merciful!

Li Mu was stunned for a whole day, God couldn't show some mercy after all, and generously dropped some sword-casting materials for Li Mu to use.

But the drunkard slept for a day, woke up after a full sleep, and then vomited Li Mu all over.

Li Mu looked helplessly at the middle-aged man, who stood up with a rusty sheathed sword in his hand and just walked to the wall, but sat down against the wall again.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, as if he was saying something, but unfortunately Li Mu couldn't hear it after he became a ghost, and he couldn't recognize this otherworldly language from the shape of his mouth.

Li Mu hoped that this middle-aged man could leave quickly.

He was so itchy that he wanted to try the mud to see if he could forge a thick earth and green sword.

But now that the middle-aged man is dead or alive, Li Mu doesn't dare to try casually.

If he goes to forge a sword, I'm afraid it will scare the middle-aged man, and it's a trivial matter to scare him, I'm afraid that the middle-aged man will make a noise about the situation here, and then a group of people will come to watch him, a "ghost", then it will be a big trouble!

What's more, the middle-aged man didn't leave, let alone forge a sword, and even Li Mu didn't dare to clean up the thing he spit out before.

"Disgusting, disgusting!" Li Mu looked at the vomit on the ground, and felt uncomfortable.

"When he's hungry, he's supposed to go!"

Li Mu's consciousness can actually swim outside the house, but it can't go far. He looked at the middle-aged man sitting paralyzed at the base of the wall from a distance, and felt that when the middle-aged man was hungry, he would probably leave.

Li Mu waited for two days.

Li Mu was angry and waited out.

This middle-aged man hasn't left yet!

"This is holding a broken sword all day long, what is the pestle looking at!" Li Mu looked at it, and his heart was furious.

In the past two days, the middle-aged man held the sword and stared as if he was stupid. A broken sword, pulled out and inserted again, then pulled out again, and touched inch by inch. Back and forth, it seems like it's going to be endless!

"No one in the other world will be hungry?" Li Mu was shocked.

Eventually, the middle-aged man was gone.

One day, Li Muzheng was bored in the casting room. Suddenly, he felt something very wrong in his heart. Consciousness instantly looked around the courtyard, and as soon as it swept over the middle-aged man, Li Mu was shocked.

The middle-aged man's rusty sword was inserted into the stone, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the middle-aged man's eyebrows. The middle-aged man leaned his body against the sword like this, and red blood flowed down from the tousled hair on his forehead, and he did not move, and left.

"Die, die...... People are dead!"

Li Mu wanted to scream loudly, but unfortunately he was a ghost and couldn't scream at all. The hot blood was still flowing from the middle-aged man's forehead, and the blood was not cold or congealed, so the entire main courtyard of the broken courtyard was completely dyed red.

"What, what to do!" Li Mu panicked, he was still very scared.

It was the first time he had seen a dead man, and it was such a horrible death.

"Blood...... Brains, yes, where are the police......"

Wait a minute.

The rusty sword obviously stabbed into the forehead, how could I only see blood red......

Suddenly, Li Mu felt dazzled.

"it!"

Middle-aged man, he moved!

The middle-aged man propped his hands on the bluestone, as if sighing, and then he really sat up by himself!

He stared at Rusty Sword with a blank gaze, as if he were looking at an old friend.

He stood up again and reached out to draw the rusty sword, the tip pointing inward.

Burst!

The sword sank into its scabbard, and then into the bluestone.

The middle-aged man really left, leaving behind his rusty sword.