In the chaos, Ye Fan's true body sat cross-legged, his eyes still slightly closed and floating in the void, there were countless thunder arcs rolling and tumbling outside his body, and from time to time a lightning bolt fell from the sky, slashing at Ye Fan's body, making a strange sound of 'magnetic card magnetic card'.

In the face of the thunder and lightning around him, Ye Fan's face was joyless, carefree and very calm, he seemed to have entered a wonderful realm, allowing the power of thunder and lightning to constantly temper his body, first his skin, then his muscles, then his blood, and finally his bones.

At the same time that the holy body of the flood desolation was being tempered by thunder and lightning, Ye Fan's soul and mind body was sitting quietly under an ancient tree outside the small bamboo house with a large jar of wine in his arms, his hands were tightly hugging the wine jar in his arms, his fingers were crossed, his eyes were closed, his breath was beating at a special frequency, and his body had been integrated with the surrounding environment, as if he had entered some kind of cultivation state.

The soft morning light, shining from the top of the ancient tree, through the dense leaves, turned into a little bit of broken sun scattered on Ye Fan's body, making his face line slightly very hard, but because of his youth, it was mixed with a little childish/tender and green, making it soft.

The wind gently shook the ancient tree, accompanied by the slight falling leaves, and at this moment, Ye Fan under the ancient tree suddenly threw the wine jar in his arms into the air in a rotating manner, and then quickly pinched a magic decision with both hands, and in an instant, a faint golden light appeared around his body, and gently beat towards his body.

After the golden mang completely disappeared into his body, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling and demonic light flashed in his eyes.

Looking up at the wine jar that had been slowly falling down in the air, Ye Fan's body soared up, several fluttering somersaults in a row, and at the moment of landing, his hands were already holding the wine jar high and pouring wine into his mouth.

A turquoise stream, immediately like a waterfall in nine days, he "Gu Dong Gu Dong" desperately swallowed wine in his stomach, there was still a little wine flowing out of his mouth, wetting / the clothes on his chest.

"There is no fist, there is no intention, and there is no truth in the fist. ”

On the side of the spirit wine pool next to the small bamboo house, drunk and leisurely picked up a wine gourd beside him, and after sniffing it a few times with an obsessive expression, he said to Ye Fan seemingly unintentionally.

As soon as the drunken words fell into Ye Fan's ears, he saw Ye Fan's body suddenly rotate 360 degrees in the middle of the staggering, and then his hands pushed the wine jar flat in front of his chest one after the other, and the steps under his feet were even more forward and backward, swaying left and right, looking embarrassed, and there was a danger of falling to the ground at any time.

After Ye Fan staggered and drank a few sips of wine like a greedy cup, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and then with the strength of his hands, the wine jar in his hand was shattered with a "bang", and the remaining wine in the wine jar also splashed at the moment when the wine jar was shattered.

Ye Fan raised his head slightly and closed his eyes slightly, letting the water splash fall on his face, as if he was fascinated, like a long-drought desert encountering nectar, and gradually becoming vibrant in the long yellow sand, he felt that many windows had opened at once, and all kinds of realizations shot at him.

"Don't pay attention to its tricks, only focus on its meaning, gather a little, and get drunk and have a new world. ”

After Ye Fan silently recited the mantra, his body was staggering, and he made a three-finger cup gesture with one hand and stepped forward, and the first form of drunken fist persuasion to change the cup unfolded like a cloud of water in the realm of selflessness.

I saw that he had a cup in his left hand, and his right hand pointed directly at the wine glass, and his eyes were hazy looking at his right hand, as if he was drunk and infatuated, and his body was staggering in the wild.

Ye Fan's ever-changing figure seems to be embarrassed, staggering, and it seems that he can't stand on his feet when he is drunk, but in the midst of stumbling and rolling, he moves with the momentum, sometimes falling, pounced, rolling, rolling, and sometimes unrestrained as if he was drunk and has no rules to follow, but every time he staggers, he hides a killing move, and he reveals a ruthless hand in the tumbling and rolling, turning backwards and forwards, staggering and staggering, but in fact, he is not drunk, and he is not drunk.

At this moment of movement and stillness, rigidity and softness, ups and downs, fast and slow, light and heavy, dangerous and slight, falling and not falling, there are attacking moves everywhere.

Slightly drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk and Ye Fan's staggering and drunken steps, there are different moves changing between offense and defense everywhere, the shape is drunk and clear, the situation is random, avoiding the real and the virtual, flashing into the body, and constantly making moves in the stumble, Ye Fan did not forget to grab a new wine jar and drink a few sips of wine.

"Apprentice, the key in drunken boxing is in the word drunk, and this kind of drunkenness is only a drunken state rather than a real drunkness. There is a fist in the drunk, the boxing method is like drunk, to get drunk to take the momentum, to get drunk to confuse people, to get drunk into the move, so that the opponent can not be guarded, this is the subtlety of drunk boxing. ”

However, at this time, Ye Fan didn't seem to hear the master's words, suddenly turned around and staggered, as if he was drunk and not drunk, he stretched out his hand as fast as lightning to the drunken Adam's apple, drunk Xiaoyao smiled indifferently, and retreated several feet with a slight stroke of his left hand.

Ye Fan's drunken steps quickly followed, the three-finger cupped cup kept buckling to the drunken Xiaoyao's throat, drunk Xiaoyao's hands behind his back, his feet leisurely wandered in Ye Fan's fist shadow, although Ye Fan's three-finger cupping could not hold the drunken Xiaoyao's throat, but it couldn't be three inches away from the drunken Xiaoyao's throat.

Ye Fan, who couldn't attack for a long time, suddenly turned around, twisted and pinched and retreated, picked up the wine jar next to him, and after drinking wildly for a while, he stroked the high/bulging big belly and slapped a few times, and then held the pot jar with his hand, and the left hand held the pot and the right hand fell and attacked Drunken Xiaoyao.

At this time, Ye Fan's body seemed to be leaning forward and backward, tilting left and right, stumbling, staggering, and having no rules at all. But the speed of the punch was much faster than just now, and he held the end cup straight to the drunken throat, and the spiritual power brought out by the fist emitted a dazzling light in the air.

Drunk Xiaoyao still raised his hand and swiped lightly, and an aura was condensed like a match, shining brightly, dazzling eyes.

"Boom"

The destructive power of the two rays of light colliding together was amazing, and the scattered aura hit the nearby ground in a pothole.

Ye Fan, who was fighting, was also shocked and flew out upside down, but the moment he lost his center of gravity and landed, his head was like a wave, his hands were like meteors, his body was like willows, and his feet were like drunks.

Suddenly, the fist shadow in the field was agitated, and the bright light was intertwined in the air like thunder and lightning, and for a while, the light shone here, and the deafening sound of "boom" was endless.

The drunken figure was like electricity, but Ye Fan's figure was always stumbling behind him, the invincible aura was raging wildly, and countless deep pits appeared on the ground, and the rocks shot out, and the dust and sand flew.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan's movements were much slower, his sweat was wet/His clothes were all sweaty, and the light emitted from his fists was not as dazzling as Fang Cai.

On the other hand, Drunk Xiaoyao is still a fairy wind bone at the moment, and there is no dust on his body.

Ye Fan, who began to gasp for breath, glanced at Drunken Xiaoyao, then smirked, jumped into the spiritual wine pool and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Drunk Xiaoyao glanced at Ye Fan with a relieved face, then turned around and looked up at the west, where his real body was trapped, and Ye Fan's rapid progress and high understanding made him see the dawn of breaking free from the cage in advance and regaining his freedom.

......

Outside the rolling red dust, among the nine secluded mountains.

On the bank of a clear stream, an old man wearing a green shirt and a grim face sat on a boulder and played the guqin, the sound of the piano was sometimes like flowing water, sometimes like ten thousand horses galloping, and the changes were endless.

The old man is about seventy or eighty years old, with snow-white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, without a trace of age, a statue of fairy wind and bones, and there is a faint domineering spirit that is not angry and self-righteous in the dusty breath on his body.

If Ye Fan saw the old man here, he would definitely be surprised, because this old man playing the piano was his master who was drunk and free.

Ten feet away, among the trees, a quaint woodcutter was cutting wood, and the swing of his axe seemed to be exactly the same every time, but the sound of the blade colliding with the trees always changed with the sound of the piano.

A piano player, a woodcutter, one person / playing the piano, one person cutting wood, but the fluttering rhythm is natural, like a natural sound, and in a trance it will remind people of the best things in the world.

At the end of the piano song, the towering ancient tree also fell to the dust.

In the next moment, the drunken guqin disappeared out of thin air, and he laughed and said: "Wonderful, wonderful!

As soon as the Emperor of Heaven put away the wooden axe, he smiled indifferently: "I, the Emperor of Heaven, is not because Brother Xiaoyao has become an idle cloud and wild crane to avoid troubles, and I am at ease, but I have become a domineering Emperor of Heaven!"

The Emperor laughed bitterly at himself, and then looked up at the sky.

Six thousand years have passed, although the Emperor of Heaven used the Nine Shadows Pagoda to trap Drunken Xiaoyao in the Nine Shadows Mountain Range, he has never been able to hurt Zuiyao, but after a long time, they have become friends who are not friends.

After a cup of tea, a letter bird fell quickly, and the Emperor of Heaven only glanced at the bird, and his rough cheeks rarely showed a somewhat solemn look and stared at Drunk Xiaoyao and said: "Brother Xiaoyao, it's been six thousand years, and I'm tired, as long as you hand over the eight seals of the Xuanhuang Emperor, how about I let you go?"

"Hehe, even if I give you the Eight Seals of the Xuanhuang Emperor, you won't be able to break through the Silent Realm and gain eternal life. Drunk Xiaoyao said indifferently, but his eyes flashed with disdain.

The Heavenly Emperor's eyes sank: "Why?"

"Because you are not right-minded, because the 100,000 undead who were killed by you will not agree. ”

When Drunk Xiaoyao said this, he seemed to be a little excited, and his body suddenly revealed a trace of domineering, which made the temperature around him drop a lot in an instant.

"Good, good. ”

The letter bird flew into the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, and suddenly exploded into crumbs, and the Emperor of Heaven, who was extremely angry, turned around and left after saying two good words in a row, and in an instant, a blue light rose to the sky and jumped up to the sky, disappearing in an instant.

After the Heavenly Emperor left, his drunken face also became solemn, he looked up at the east and moved his fingers slightly, and after a while, he muttered: "It only took a month to complete the drunken body and reach the eightfold realm of the Paradise, this is really a genius, but fate, it is destined that the growth of my apprentice is much more difficult and dangerous than other geniuses." ”

When the words fell, Drunken Xiaoyao waved one hand, and there was an additional childless chessboard in front of him, staring at the childless chessboard, Drunken Xiaoyao fell into deep thought.