Towering Kunlun, lying thousands of miles in the west, looking away, the mountains stretch, I don't know how many peaks, how many mountains, countless ravines rise and fall; there are lonely peaks and blades, thousands of zhang hanging, clouds and mist cover the vines, several heavy wind and cold, just see it and make people suddenly feel lonely and cold, this is the Kunlun Mountain sitting on the forgotten peak.

Sitting on the top of the peak, the cold wind is cold, there is a cold moon in the sky, and there are a few residual stars.

There is a stone platform on the side of the peak cliff, there are two thatched houses not far away, there is a man in white lying on the stone platform, there are several wine jars scattered next to it, and he is still holding a jade Xiao in his hand.

Most of his appearance was covered by a hair, which was vaguely visible by the moonlight, but seeing that he was about thirty or forty years old, he was handsome and elegant, but his eyebrows drooped down slightly, and he didn't know if he was drunk or in a dream, and a few deep wrinkles appeared on the side of his mouth, and his brows were tightly locked, which inevitably looked a little old and miserable.

After a long time, the man woke up leisurely with his forehead, looked around blankly, and then carefully looked at the white robe on his body, rubbed the robe carefully, and sighed: Good material!

"Am I not partying with my comrades-in-arms, why are I here? Who put this dress on me? Could it be the little brother of a Hanfu lover?"

Yang Xiao muttered to himself in his heart, thinking about it like this, he hurriedly checked his body, fortunately, fortunately, there was no imaginary tragedy.

Yang Xiao held his forehead with a splitting headache and muttered to himself: "It's really uncomfortable to drink broken pieces, these beasts actually can't bear to throw me alone on the mountain."

Then he was suddenly stunned, touched his long hair in a daze, and rubbed his right hand all the way down the bun, it was really long hair, and the quality of this hair was really good, more supple than Piaosoft!

"Well, this is dressed up? These beasts must have made funny videos again. He muttered that he was about to throw away the wig on his head, and he couldn't help frowning when he didn't want to pull it off, but he couldn't pull it off, and he pulled it hard without believing in evil, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

"It's actually real hair, this, how is this possible?" The man in white looked at the few hairs in his hands that were torn off because of force, and the hair roots on them were clearly visible.

He patted his face in disbelief, wanting to see if it was a dream or reality. Under this beat, he couldn't help but be stunned, when did he grow a mustache, what was going on?

Then he subconsciously tried to pull it out, "Hiss!"

Then he tentatively touched his face, which was completely unfamiliar with the previous feeling. When I was in the army, I had a wound on my cheek because I was injured, and the scar was all too familiar to me, but now I touched it and there was nothing.

Slowly put down his hand, and then he was startled again, his eyelids jumped wildly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. He looked at his hands blankly, these hands are definitely not his own hands, even if he uses Dabao, there is no such exaggerated effect!

There are all kinds of scars and calluses left by the long time on his hands, but what can I say about the hands in front of me? They are slender and pale, with distinct joints, and there is no scar at all. I don't know how to describe it, it's beautiful, it seems that a man's hands shouldn't be described like that, but there is no more appropriate word.

Who's doing this? If it's a prank, then it's so clever that it's like changing your body.

He couldn't help but begin to recall his last consciousness, well, it was a gathering of comrades-in-arms, he drank too much, and when he returned home, he refused to sleep, and watched "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" alone.

Because there is no VIP to watch the whole six episodes less! I spent 198 yuan on impulse to rush the annual membership, although I regretted it at the time, but I can enjoy such a high-grade VIP visual enjoyment, and it is not a loss!

But when he saw that Yang Xiao, whom he admired the most, lost Ji Xiaofu and was grief-stricken, and his middle-aged most beloved daughter married his rival in love, he couldn't help but be angry when he saw this, and felt sorry that this annual fee was a waste, so he smashed the computer in front of him directly in a fit of anger, and then he lost consciousness.

Thinking of this, he had a vague guess in his heart, and was about to stand up, but unexpectedly he tripped over a wine jar under his feet and fell upside down on the ground.

As he cried out in pain, two young men dressed as waiters in a thatched hut not far away rushed over, and when they came closer, the two waiters hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in unison: "The Lord has atoned for his sins, but it is too late for his subordinates."

After speaking, he didn't dare to get up, let alone come forward to help, the Lord has always been lonely and arrogant, how can he allow himself to help, doesn't this mean that the Lord is too weak.

Yang Xiao held his head and muttered, "Who are you and where is this."

The two children don't know why the Lord wants to ask such questions, but in the past, the Lord was also a person who drank, and when he woke up, he was crazy in speech, and he often asked himself or scolded the sky, and he didn't dare to delay, and the white-clothed boy on the left hand side was busy saying: "Lord, subordinate Leng Yue"

Another black-clothed boy on the right hand side was also busy saying, "Subordinate cool breeze."

"This is the Mt. Forget, Lord. Leng Yue, who was clothed in white, replied.

After listening to this, Yang Xiao frowned slightly, "Liangfen, what, what, it's not useful at all, who am I?"

"The Lord is the messenger of light of the Holy Sect, his status is extremely respectful, his martial arts and wisdom are the best in the world, and he is the first-class figure in the world," Leng Yue replied respectfully.

After hearing what he said, Yang Xiao was even more dazed, and whispered in his mouth: "Holy Sect, Light Messenger, is this magic, and what the hell is martial arts?"

Then he seemed to think of something, sit on the Forgotten Peak! What a familiar name!

Because of his relationship with his name Yang Xiao, he naturally knows the bright left envoy Yang Xiao very well, and he only watched the TV series last night, is it ......

"What's my name?"

Yang Xiao still couldn't hold back and asked the two children.

The two boys looked at each other, although they wondered why the Lord asked such a strange question, but in the past, when the Lord was drunk, he had seen a lot of strange words.

Leng Yue hesitated for a moment but replied respectfully: "The lord's name is extremely noble, and he is free and easy, and he is called the two immortals together with Fan You, and his name is all over the rivers and lakes, and everyone in the world knows it."

"Yang Xiao, the messenger of light, the right envoy of Fan, the two immortals of Xiaoyao, this, this stone hammer!"

Yang Xiao was in a daze after hearing this, he was really the Mingjiao Yang Xiao with the same name as himself, but this didn't make sense!

This is not scientific!

Could it be that because of the same name, he came to Zaobing Peak in a dignified manner and became the bright left envoy of Mingjiao?

Yang Xiao sat down on the ground again, a little stunned, slowed down, and still thought to himself in his heart: "This is not scientific!"

However, I didn't understand the situation at the moment, so I calmed down, coped with the situation in front of me, thought about Yang Xiao's character in the book, and said calmly: "Drinking and making mistakes, I finally sobered up, you guys should go and get busy!

Leng Yue and Liang Feng had also seen him drunk several times before, and they knew that the Lord had an extremely painful past in his heart, and he didn't care about Yang Xiao's gaffe just now.

Since the lord spoke, the cold moon and cool breeze did not dare to disturb him, so he could only clean up the mess around the stone platform.

The two of them looked at Yang Xiao while moving their hands, only to see him sitting on the stone platform with his eyes closed, letting the mountain wind blow his hairband up, and patting the wine jar with one hand, like a dream and drunk!