Dozens of days later, one evening, the sun was setting.

The golden light is sprinkled on the surface of the sea, and when you look at it from afar, it seems to be the color of the sea and the sky, and it is beautiful.

Lu Chengfeng was lazily leaning on the laurel tree and smiling stupidly, staring as if he saw the smiling face as bright as the glow, the beautiful woman dancing in the sun. Thinking of the heart, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile. Long-term longing seems to have become a habit, although it is separated by yin and yang, but that kind of longing is like a crazy weed, stretching for the whole season.

At this moment, he seemed to gradually begin to understand that a person quietly watching the sunset on the horizon seemed to be able to send lovesickness from afar.

It has been nearly half a month since he came here, and his aura is still abundant, and Lu Chengfeng's injuries have gradually improved in his cultivation day after night. Although he has not yet recovered, he has recovered half of his cultivation, which is enough to meet the enemy. I have to say that this pure yang qi is indeed powerful. Thinking about the exercises created by Nanhua Zhenren back then, they were never meant to hurt people, but they were enough to protect themselves, as if they were enlightening the true meaning of the Tao between heaven and earth, and he was really a master outside the world. I think that there are very few people in the world of cultivation who can match it, those who are only bent on chasing immortality and competing for strength, although they can improve their cultivation with great effort, but they are contrary to the true avenue, not to mention the so-called immortality.

When he sighed, the breeze hit, and when Lu Chengfeng was drowsy, he suddenly smelled a familiar aroma of wine, the kind of wine that he was familiar with.

There is no doubt that the layout of this place is similar to that of your own house, and there must be a wine cellar hidden in this house.

Lu Chengfeng was excited and went into the dilapidated room, opened a wine table that had long been rotten, he tried to stomp his feet, and it was really empty underneath. Thinking of this, Lu Chengfeng entered the cellar like a greedy cat.

Although the cellar was dusty, there were many jars of wine piled up in the corners on both sides. In the cellar, the aroma is compelling, and if you are a person who does not drink, I am afraid that you will already be stunned in the cellar.

The aroma of wine can be intoxicating, let alone the actual drinking.

Lu Chengfeng went crazy, and generally held several jars of wine from the wine cellar and placed them next to the laurel tree. Standing by the tree and looking at it seemed not enough, he hurried into the cellar again.

Four jars were run back and forth, and there were eight jars of wine in total. However, when he came out for the last time, Lu Chengfeng was surprised to find that this wine was actually missing four jars.

What the hell is this! When you first arrive and you don't know anyone here, how can anyone steal wine?

Lu Chengfeng picked the bridge of his nose, and when he looked up, he saw a person lying on top of a laurel tree not far away, with waterfall-like black hair hanging between the forks of the tree, but there were three wine jars under her, and she was carrying a wine jar in her hand. Counting, no more, no less, is the missing four jars of wine.

Looking at the purple clothes and graceful posture, Lu Chengfeng also knew the identity of the other party, it was Jiang Wuhan.

Before he could ask, Jiang Wuhan spoke first, "Wouldn't it be a pity to drink such a red dust wine, it's better to share it with others, and chat for comfort!"

While speaking, Lu Chengfeng suddenly chuckled in his heart, he seemed to have never seen this cold as snow senior sister have such a free and easy side, and it was really like two people when he thought about it.

In this situation, Lu Chengfeng sighed and didn't say much, but walked under the laurel tree and opened the dusty wine jar, and then raised his head and drank loudly.

In this sip, most of the entire jar of wine was drunk. Seeing that the wine jar was about to be empty, Lu Chengfeng sat down and leaned against the tree panting loudly.

Jiang Wuhan turned over from the top of the tree at the right time, walked to his side, touched the wine jar he put aside, and then spilled almost half of the wine on the side of the underground tomb, Shi Li said, "Although Jiang Wuhan didn't have the opportunity to see the two true bodies, I belong to the same family as Senior Brother Lu, and I should treat the two seniors as ancestors like him." Recently, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha here, and gave two cups to show respect!"

But seeing Jiang Wuhan raise his head and drink, he didn't care that the wine flowed down the corners of her mouth to her white neck, soaking the purple clothes on her chest.

Ignoring the image like this, Lu Chengfeng also felt fresh, and couldn't help but sigh, "You shouldn't be here......"

However, Jiang Wuhan looked very indifferent, "Life and death have their own destiny, even if Jiang Wuhan really lives and dies one day, it has nothing to do with you, Senior Brother Lu!"

Lu Chengfeng didn't speak again, just picked up the wine in front of him and began to drink it in a big gulp.

Sometimes, he really wished he could get drunk and unconscious, but he couldn't do it every time. The more I tried to get drunk, the more I drank, the more sober I became, so sober that everything I had experienced was vivid.

In the strong aroma of wine, the past came to mind. Every time he remembers it, the pain in his heart always makes him unable to extricate himself.

When the wine was hot, Lu Chengfeng's always indifferent eyes suddenly became affectionate, and when he was sad, he couldn't help but say, "I thought I could control my own destiny, but now I have been involved in the death of relatives and friends one after another! No matter how powerful I am, I can't protect them, so what's the use of my hard work!"

Speaking of excitement, Lu Chengfeng actually picked up the wine jar in front of him and smashed it forward, and his anger was overflowing.

Hearing the sound of the wine jars being smashed one by one, Jiang Wuhan was a little unbearable for a while, "I can't understand the pain you have experienced, but I don't want to see you fall like this......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but let out two sneers, "No one can understand, and I don't need anyone to understand." In short, no matter how big the enemy is, I will let them pay for their blood debts! From top to bottom, I will not let go of any of them!"

"Do you have to catch the power of the Demon Cultivation Sect? Those are all beasts who kill people and don't spit out bones! If you do this, he will definitely be despised by the righteous path of the cultivation realm one day!"

Regarding Jiang Wuhan's persuasion, Lu Chengfeng seemed to be a little unimpressed, "Don't talk to me about good and evil! The Demon Cultivation Sect is true to kill people, but they are only vicious, unlike those so-called righteous people who wear a mask of hypocrisy, but they do some shady things behind their backs." I prefer real villains to hypocrites!"

Hearing these remarks, Jiang Wuhan also seemed to be a little anxious, "What you have seen is not all of the righteous path! The Demon Sect was raging back then, if it weren't for Shu Mountain and the Qionghua two factions joining forces to fight against the evil demons, I'm afraid today's cultivation realm would never be so peaceful......

However, Lu Chengfeng couldn't hear this, and even flew out and danced his sword in the laurel forest.

Under the night, I could only see the Xuanyuan Sword whistling by, and the golden rays of the Dao Dao flashed in the dim sky. Hearing Jiang Wuhan's bitter persuasion, Lu Chengfeng seemed to be more and more irritable. Remembering that the revenge was not avenged, he was even more angry, and all his unwillingness and resentment were stabbed or killed with the sword in his hand.

All the laurel trees around them seemed to be their enemies, and every move and style used up almost all their strength. But he no longer cared about his own injuries, and only cared about sending his hatred out to these innocent dead trees. He really hated that those enemies were standing in front of him, so that he could slay them one by one like cutting down these laurel trees. It seems that this is the only way to calm the resentment that has been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

(End of chapter)