CHAPTER XXXI

"Senior brother, don't break your word. Wen Renxing said while eating.

Deng Zai was lying on the ground and didn't want to get up, and only after half a sound did he say something: "Senior Brother Wenren, don't worry, your senior brother and I will do what we say!

"Isn't your divine sense the body of *?" Wen Renxing said after a pause as he sandwiched two green vegetables.

Deng Zai stood up, patted the dust behind his buttocks and said, "*Body?hahahaha, that's right, but Senior Brother, my *Body only has one side... It's not the * body behind it... Hey, what a broken sense of consciousness is not what I want at all!"

"Okay, senior brother, let's take care of the wounds on my body first, there is still blood? I have a bottle of gold sore medicine here..."Wen Renxing was about to take out the medicine on his waist, Deng Zai waved his hand, found a cabinet door and opened it to take out the medicine, and poured the medicine into a few knife wounds on his body, which was like cooking barbecue and sprinkling salt and cumin.

"Even if you kid has a little conscience, it's not very heavy! I didn't expect to travel through the rivers and lakes for many years, and I didn't become more cold-blooded, but this is humane, if I changed it before, I'm afraid I would have lined up at the door of Lord Yama. Deng Zai did not forget to tease Wen Renxing while dealing with the wound.

Wen Renxing put down the dishes and chopsticks after eating, wiped his mouth and said, "Senior brother, what other plans do you have?"

"What else can I plan, naturally I will follow you, if you don't go down the mountain, how can I appreciate the goodness of this flower world? By the way, Senior Brother Wenren! Look at my beard, Senior Brother, I look good?" Deng Zai turned around and showed his 'mouth' shaped beard, coupled with his strong muscles, it was quite manly.

"Senior brother, are you a goatee?" Wen Renxing looked at Deng Zai with a disgusted expression.

"This is it... That's where the sound of the fight came from here!" Not far away, there was the sound of a group of people talking.

Wen Renxing and Deng Zai looked at each other, and saw that the crowd was about to come over.

A few small servants came to the back kitchen with two soldiers, and the two soldiers looked around, the wood residue fell to the ground, the bench was broken, and there was a humanoid rumbling on the wall nearby... Looking at the two people at the table again, a man with a goatee carried the sleeves of a small man and shouted: "Lao Tzu hasn't eaten yet, so you eat all this meal?"

"Hey, what are you two doing, let go of your hand!" the soldier hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

"My lord, don't look at this kid as weak and help him! I haven't eaten a mouthful of food!" Deng Zai didn't see him break free from the control of the soldiers, so he shouted there at the top of his voice.

"Okay, what are you yelling about? There are more men on your boat than there are girls on board. Wang Haoyue also came to the back kitchen.

Seeing this, Wen Renxing hurriedly lowered his head, and moved his feet to the shadow of the back kitchen a few points.

"General Wang, these two grabbed a bowl of rice, and they fought without grabbing it...", a small guy whispered here.

"What about the cook? Is there a cook? Cook a few more dishes for these two people! Don't quarrel, if you quarrel again, the general will throw you down." After Wang Haoyue finished saying a word, she stepped on the wood and left.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's right! General Wang, let's go! Do you guys know how to cook?" After the soldier sent Wang Haoyue away, he turned around and asked a few little guys behind him.

"It's... This is not a chef, who dares to take charge... It's chef's rest time again...", a few of the little guys muttered and couldn't come up with a reason.

"Forget the official, there are still cold dishes and a few jars of wine in this back kitchen, you give me a jar, don't eat this meal today!" Deng Zaile said hehehe.

"Okay, don't just do the whole thing, drink it, drink it! It's just one jar! Okay! Let's all disperse!" The soldier raised his eyes and looked at the wine jar in the corner, which didn't seem to be a precious wine, and immediately dispersed the onlookers.

After the soldiers left, the onlookers gradually dispersed, and the originally lively noise disappeared with the crowd.

The back kitchen quieted down again, only Wen Renxing and Deng Zai were left, Deng Zai took two bowls, lifted the wine jar again, pierced the paper covered with the wine jar with one hand, and filled two bowls of wine, the wine swayed and fell down, and a stream of wine fragrance spread along the pouring out of the wine.

"Come, junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, you and my brother have a good drink!" Deng Zai said when he smelled the aroma of wine, licked his lips.

"Countless days and nights, when I tossed and turned, I thought about it hundreds of times, when I met someone from the Sword Sect, I wanted to say something and do something, but this encounter, I didn't know what to say..."

"Alas, junior brother, I don't know why you left the Sword Sect in the first place, everyone is an orphan without a father and mother, and they should be sympathetic to each other, but then again, no one dares to go down the mountain except you! Deng Zai also drank one bowl after saying that, and then filled two more bowls.

"Can one of the thirteen swords awaken a sword?, can the senior brother awaken a sword?" Wen Renxing asked as if he had thought of something.

Deng Zai crossed Erlang's legs, put his thick hands behind his head and said: "The legend of the thirteen swords of bullshit, the senior brother is so strong in martial arts, and he has not awakened a sword! Who knows if these swords are made of broken stones, how can they be awakened?"

This jar of wine is surprisingly bitter, a bowl of belly will be like burning, spicy and bitter, I don't know why the world loves wine so much, wine can make people intoxicated, make people dizzy, maybe the world likes such a dizzy feeling, this feeling is magical, life is not just rare and confused? not to talk about forgetting the pain, but can make people numb.

Wen Renxing didn't say anything about the senior brother pushing him down the sword mound, hearing is false, seeing is believing, everyone only believes what they see, what they see is that Wen Renxing is gone, he has gone down the mountain.

"Senior brother really wants to follow us?" Wen Renxing looked at Deng Zai with a slight flush on his cheeks.

"I'll follow you to Nantang, and then make plans, Shimen doesn't want to go back" Deng Zai picked up the bowl of wine with both hands, looked at the wine in the bowl, and his expression rippled like wine.

"By the way, senior brother, I have recently made a few close acquaintances, and I will introduce them to you another day. Wen Renxing's expression recovered a little, and his happy expression gradually appeared.

"No, junior brother, the friends who are suitable for you may not get along with me, people are not like this, often what you think is good is not necessarily for others, your senior brother, I want to find my own heart. Deng Zaiwan declined Wen Renxing's recommendation.

The two of them sat in the back kitchen, and they talked until late at night.

"Alas... This will smell people, and the eldest brother may not know where to serve tea and pour water. Liu Cong found a place to find a bed and lay down.

"If I knew that I was so comfortable, I should have let Brother Wenren be arrested too!" Bai Xiyue said.

"Beware of the ears on the wall! This has no benefits, but it can be regarded as waiting for me to have another way out. Fan Shijin sat down and said.

"Now I'm waiting for all the things I took out of the Treasure Pavilion and handed them over... The book in Brother Fan's hand has not been confiscated, Brother Fan, is there any hint in the book?" Xiong Jingchong said while lying on the other bed, looking in the direction of Fan Shijin.

Fan Shijin has been pondering this book for several hours, turning left and right, looking up and down, both horizontal and vertical, I can't see any clues, it's still a blank sheet of paper, and there are still two words written on the cover of the book: Fan... There was no follow-up.

"I've been paying attention to this book all the way, if it can bring us some information, but nothing has ever appeared, alas! Didn't I read it wrong that day?" Fan Shijin scratched his head anxiously.

"That day must have been right, I was beside you at the time, and I saw the book turn with my own eyes, and there were clearly words in the book! But there is no need to worry, I am still in a safe situation. Xiong Jingchong tried to comfort Fan Shijin.

"The world's divine weapons have been driven by internal force since ancient times. Not to mention it from afar, let's just say that the Kongyangmen sword that Wenrenxing held can bring Wenrenxing's divine sense to the extreme, which is also the power of our Kongyangmen people's weapons. Bai Xiyue talked about his own sect as he spoke.

"Don't brag about your sect, be serious!" Liu Cong sat up and said.

"Let's talk about Liu Cong, his scarlet twin blades, if he is not driven by internal force, how can he summon it?" Bai Xiyue squeezed to Liu Cong's side, picked up Liu Cong's arm and said.

Fan Shijin also got up and came over, and the three of them were crowded on a bed at the same time, and then said: "I haven't practiced martial arts before... What internal force is there... This book fell into the hands of my Fan, but it was scrapped... Alas"

Seeing this, Bai Xiyue patted Fan Shijin on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Don't worry! Listen to me slowly, my master also said that this internal force is qi, everyone has qi in their bodies, and it is martial qi that practices martial arts, and this literary style is naturally literary qi!"

Bai Xiyue got out of bed halfway through speaking, stood up and gestured and said: "For example, if I want to make the sword sharper, I inject qi into the sword, and the sword can naturally sharpen iron like clay, which is the reason why I hold the sword and pour qi into him!"

"Hearing Brother Bai's words and deeds, I want to practice martial arts, hahaha!" Fan Shijin is studious in his life, and if he encounters something he doesn't know much about, he will try to solve it.

Bai Xiyue smiled a little embarrassedly, but he didn't expect that he knew a little bit about fur to come in handy, and continued after coughing dryly: " When the gas is injected into the utensils, the retention time is not very long, just like a furnace boiling water, if there is no firewood at the bottom, the boiling water will not be so boiling, so the divine sense can only play a special effect when holding the blade, and the most laborious of all kinds of blades is the bow and arrow, it needs two pieces of qi, one on the bow, one on the arrow, both ends of the injection at the same time, so that the arrows shot, a hundred steps through the Yang, the army from which to take the head of the enemy, a lot of good bows and arrows, but good archers are in short supply, that day I met in the dust gate archers are such people who can use the luck of the second stage。 ”