The last vine armor soldier was killed by the drunkard Hua Qingfeng's Dong Xuan Finger, and Feng Mu did not relax because of this.

There is no impermeable wall in the sky, and sooner or later this matter will be known by the people in the Heavenly Gate, and then they will have to face thousands of people at this moment, endlessly chasing and killing.

The drunkard Hua Qingfeng put down the wine jar and said lightly: "The matter has come to this point, and the future pursuit can only be left to fate." ”

Feng Mu nodded slightly, he really couldn't think of a solution. He walked up to the frightened little girl and kicked the unconscious man.

The middle-aged man woke up and saw the dead bodies all over the ground, he was already so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Xiantong spares his life, I am forced to sell my daughter because of life, and I haven't done anything other than that." ”

Sighing and shaking his head, Feng Mu threw the silver ticket to the middle-aged man and said: "After this incident, I believe that it is difficult for you to have a stable life, you take this money, it is best to go away from home, do some small business, maybe there is still a chance to live, and the family will not starve to death, if you do such a thing as selling your daughter again, it will be intolerable, and you will end up like these dead people." ”

Hearing Feng Mu's childish but serious and cold words, the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of the blood stains all over the ground, and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and his limbs trembled.

"You swear to be kind to your daughter, or I will kill you today. ”

Frightened by Feng Mu, the middle-aged man came back to his senses, and hurriedly kowtowed, saying that if he did such a thing again, the sky would thunder and thunder, Feng Mu waited for him to finish speaking, waved his hand, and said, "Why don't you go quickly?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly took his daughter's hand and ran towards the door, the frightened little girl staggered, the middle-aged man possessed her and carried her on his back, and disappeared at the end of the street after a while.

A small sound suddenly sounded upstairs, and Feng Mu remembered that there was still a scholar above, it must have been the battle just now that shocked him, so he found a place to hide.

After the battle, he tried to find an opportunity to sneak away, but he saw dead bodies all over the place, and his legs collapsed to the ground in fright.

"I, I don't see anything, please don't kill me. The reader's voice trembled, and there was a humility in his tone that bordered on pleading.

Xiao Chucai didn't speak, Feng Mu just looked at the scholar calmly, and the drunkard said lightly, "Let's go." ”

"What should you do with that scholar?" Feng Mu asked.

"Let him go. ”

Feng Mu listened to the drunkard's words, and then ignored the spineless scholar, even if he killed him, the news would still pass through the shopkeeper or other people.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. Feng Mu followed the drunkard, and for the first time he had a feeling of awe for this drunken guy.

How strong is the internal force of a seemingly wasted drunkard who can hurt people in the air and directly penetrate the enemy's skull?

Feng Mu can run the internal force of his whole body for Zhou Tian, but it is difficult to condense it into the size of a finger, if one day he can be like the drunkard Hua Qingfeng, what is there to fear?

The three of them walked more than 20 miles south and found a small inn to rest.

Feng Mu had the habit of meditating and practicing every night, and after he finished meditating, he found that Xiao Chucai was still meditating, and the drunkard was already asleep, and there was no heavy snoring.

Closing his eyes slightly, Feng Mu didn't feel the flow of his breath, and couldn't help but step forward to check his snort, and found that he was so angry that he seemed to be dying violently at any time.

Feng Mu put his hand on his pulse, but the other party's pulse was extremely strong, like a galloping horse, Feng Mu finally understood that when this person was sleeping, he was also cultivating.

Ordinary people can't cultivate when they sleep, so the progress of martial arts is very slow, and those who can concentrate on cultivation for three or four hours a day are mostly children of the family, and those who can cultivate for one or two hours need to work very hard.

Busy with his journey during the day and being disturbed by various things, it was not easy for Feng Mu to spare more than an hour of cultivation time at night.

"If you can practice while sleeping like this drunkard, then the progress of martial arts will more than double the speed. ”

The next day, the three of them were still in a hurry, and the drunkard was still carrying the wine jar on the road, Feng Mu approached the drunkard's side and asked tentatively: "Senior, what is the name of the exercises that can also practice internal strength in your sleep, can you teach me?"

Without thinking, the drunkard replied, "No." Then he took a sip of wine, pushed Feng Mu away, and went straight ahead.

"Stingy. Feng Mu muttered helplessly, and then chased after him. He privately asked Xiao Chucai what the set of exercises he practiced in his sleep in Shushan was called, but Xiao Chucai didn't know.

From this, Feng Mu concluded that the drunkard Hua Qingfeng learned it from elsewhere, and if he wanted him to teach him, it seemed that he had to pay a little price.

Feng Mu knew that he loved wine, so he bought three jars of wine for him and came back. And the drunkard only cared about drinking, and after drinking, he fell into a half-dream and half-awake, not only did he not hear what Feng Mu said, but he deliberately avoided it.

After another day, the drunkard no longer took the main road, but chose to walk on the sheep intestine path, Feng Mu and Xiao Chucai followed him, not knowing what kind of medicine he sold in his gourd.

Until the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the golden glow on the bodies of the three of them, pulling the figures of the three of them to grow long, Feng Mu knew that the drunkard was going to a mountain.

They walked through the barren grass and flew several pheasants, the pheasants fluttered their wings and wanted to escape, where was Feng Mu willing to let go of this rare delicacy, the stones in his pocket shot quickly, and they were about to hit the two fleeing pheasants.

However, his stones were shaken down by the invisible qi waves, Feng Mu felt the drunkard's strong true yuan, and asked: "Senior, why do you want to stop me, I'll make some game, so I can make you snacks, right?"

"The creatures of this mountain, you can't move a single hair, you know?"

The drunkard's tone was serious and resolute, which was diametrically opposed to his previous casualness, Feng Mu heard the desolation and helplessness in his words, nodded immediately, and agreed.

The three of them reached the mountainside, and the drunkard finally stopped in front of a small mound. It was a desolate and lonely mound, and the four fields were full of half-man-high barren grass, making it seem infinitely lonely.

There is no tombstone in this tomb, so Xiao Chucai and Feng Mu don't know who is buried inside, but the drunkard has a sad face, and the people inside must have a lot to do with him.

"Ah Wu, I've come to see you. ”

After the drunkard Hua Qingfeng finished speaking, he flicked the cork of the wine bottle with one finger, and poured the strong wine into his throat, he couldn't swallow it, and the wine overflowed from his mouth, wetting the clothes on his chest.

In a few moments, he had already drunk the three jars of wine that Feng Mu bought for him, but the last pot was poured on the slightly raised mound, and he frowned and said, "I respect you," and then urged the internal force to crush the wine jug, and his tone was gloomy: "I haven't found out the person who killed you, it's useless." ”

Xiao Chucai heard his uncle talk about Ah Wu, and quickly recalled in his mind who had the word Wu in his name in the martial arts, and finally remembered a name - Zhao Yuwu.

It should have been the name of the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, but now it is hidden in the wild grass, so desolate that there is no tombstone left.