There was a flying sand and rocks in the shadow of the sword and sword, and the originally quiet dilapidated house also added a wave of anger and murderous intent.

This silent battle aroused a ripple in Jiang Wuhan's heart, and the inexplicable distress made her really unbearable to watch the person in front of her fall into boundless hatred.

After a long time, I don't know if it was because of the great loss of true qi or because he was too tired, Lu Chengfeng finally lay on the ground weakly, and then laughed loudly, although the laughter was loud, but it sounded worse than crying, which made the person who heard it feel distressed.

Jiang Wuhan walked over at the right time and said softly, "If that Shangguan girl of yours sees you like this, I don't know if she will cry sadly!"

Lu Chengfeng stopped laughing, "She died innocently for me, but now that a few years have passed, I can't slash the enemy! What is the use of me living? It is better to die headfirst!"

Jiang Wuhan said, "Before she went to Longkong Gate, I had seen her! I had also warned that it was very dangerous to go, but she insisted on going, and she also said that she only wished you well, although she died without regrets! I think if she was still alive, she would not want to see you like this! If you lose yourself because of hatred and suffer for the rest of your life, then what is the point of her death?"

Lu Chengfeng sneered twice, then turned over and got up, and then rushed straight into the sky like a sharp arrow.

In an instant, a huge sword slashed down with an angry shout.

Suddenly, there were huge waves, the wind roared, and the moment Lu Chengfeng landed, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the whole person stood in place as if he had been pointed, even though the splashed sea water wet his clothes but did not move.

Jiang Wuhan saw that he was angry, and immediately helped him over to rest. Unexpectedly, Lu Chengfeng didn't appreciate it at all, pushed her aside, and said coldly, "Don't worry about it, you go quickly!"

Then, I saw him almost dragging his steps and grabbing a wine jar from the ground and gulping down.

Altar after altar, Jiang Wuhan stood aside like a chicken, watching him drink almost all the wine on the ground.

After drinking, it seemed that it was not enough, so I went to the cellar and took out more than ten jars of wine.

From dark till dawn, day after night, drunk and drunk, woke up and began to drink again. After a few days of drunken life and death, Lu Chengfeng has become a little crazy, and even his speech has begun to be a little incoherent. And his whole body is also unkempt, looking like a puddle of mud and languishing. It looked like a beggar on the side of the road, even scruffier than a beggar.

And Jiang Wuhan has been silently guarding his side, and he has not closed his eyes for three days and three nights. Although he knew that he was powerless to persuade him, he really couldn't bear to leave. It seems that as long as I see that this person in front of me is still alive, I feel relieved. If you leave, you will only feel inexplicable loss and unbearable in your heart.

The drunkenness of the whole day and the night made the wine in the cellar quickly run out.

Without wine, Lu Chengfeng went crazy and began to look for wine to drink, but after rummaging through the entire cellar, he never saw a jar of wine.

Panic, loss, confusion......

For a while, all the sadness and pain sprung up again like mushrooms after a rain. The pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow caused him to lose what little reason he had, and he rushed out of the grove like a madman.

Jiang Wuhan hurriedly flew in front of him, although he stopped him silently, but tears kept rolling in his eyes, and they would fall at any time.

However, Lu Chengfeng never cared about this, just grabbed her shoulder and shouted, "I want wine...... Give me wine...... Give me a ...... wine."

Jiang Wuhan said with a crying voice, "The three-month deadline you promised to cultivate the Demon Sect is coming soon, how long will you go crazy?"

However, Lu Chengfeng didn't seem to hear it, and then rushed towards the most lively place on the island as if he was fleeing.

The liveliest part of Wuji Island is in the center of the island, which is not prosperous, but it is also full of restaurants.

Smelling the aroma of wine all the way, Lu Chengfeng rushed into a restaurant called Sorrow.

After entering, Lu Chengfeng slapped the table and scolded the store for bringing wine. But with a cup of tea, there were already four or five empty jars on the ground.

When he called the store again, the shopkeeper counted the wine jar on the ground, looked at Lu Chengfeng carefully and said weakly, "Our store is small and profitable, and I will ask the guest officer to pay half of the silver first, and I will bring wine to the guest officer!"

When Lu Chengfeng heard this, he touched his body indiscriminately, but he was penniless. In desperation, he had to untie the Xuanyuan sword behind him and slam it the table, shouting, "Isn't my sword enough to pay for your wine? Hurry up and bring me wine!"

After this noise, it quickly attracted the attention of the old and the young at the adjacent table, and they all set their eyes on the sword in front of Lu Chengfeng at the same time.

But seeing that the shopkeeper looked embarrassed, one of the old men quickly stood up and took out a gold ingot from his sleeve, and said with a smile, "I gave this guest officer's wine money, you hurry up and get him wine, take as much as you want!"

Soon, the shopkeeper took out three jars of wine and put them in front of Lu Chengfeng.

At this time, Lu Chengfeng was addicted to alcohol, where else could he take care of, and he drank it in a big gulp.

The old man beside him never took his eyes off the Xuanyuan Sword, and then simply sat down beside Lu Chengfeng.

After drinking three jars of wine in a row, although Lu Chengfeng tried his best to stay calm, he still felt drunk and drowsy.

But seeing that he was already drunk, the old man sneered and asked, "Little brother, do you still want wine?"

Lu Chengfeng lay on the table and waved his hand weakly, "No...... Thank you for the money, I'll ...... tomorrow I'll take the money and pay you back!"

The old man smiled and said, "It's just a little money, why worry about it! As long as the young man is willing, he can come here to drink every day in the future!"

However, at this time, Lu Chengfeng was already drunk and unconscious, where could he still hear the words of others, and he was already lying on the table and falling asleep in a moment.

The old man on the side tentatively called a few times and saw that he did not respond, and then nodded at the young man standing behind him.

At the old man's signal, the young man slowly leaned over, but his hand unconsciously stretched out to the Xuanyuan sword on the table.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the Xuanyuan Sword, the sword hissed, and a dazzling golden light suddenly shook the old man and the young man back again and again. And the table where Lu Chengfeng was was also shattered in this dazzling golden light, and everyone in the store scattered and fled as if they had seen a ghost.

Lu Chengfeng got up from the ground drunk, and then picked up the sword on the ground and left slowly.

The young man behind him stood for a moment, and then said viciously, "It's Xuanyuan Sword! I didn't expect this person to really be in the world!"

"Chase! Don't let him run!"

As soon as the words fell, the old and the young chased them out.

(End of chapter)