It is rumored that Confucius Mountain is the place where the sage Confucius preached in his early years, and Shi Gongwang, the founder of the Xianquan Gate and known as the Immortal in the Wine, was found in this mountain and established a sect based on it.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in a short ridge under Confucius Mountain followed a white-haired old man from afar, but said that the old man who walked in front, if you look from behind him, his body is rickety, his silver hair is scattered indiscriminately, and he seems to be over the age of sixteen, but when he looks at it head-on, although this old man looks sloppy and down, his eyes have a childish face, and he does not see the slightest bloated and old man.

The old man walked in front, dressed in greasy and tattered green cloth linen, and carrying a huge black wine gourd behind him, the closed seal of the gourd still could not block the attacking aroma of wine inside.

The middle-aged man who fell behind was striding hard to catch up with the old man, and at the same time he couldn't stop sniffing the smell of wine in the air.

The white-haired old man looked drunk, and Long Zhong staggered, as if he would fall asleep at any time, but no matter how much the middle-aged man behind him chased after him, he could never shorten the distance between the two.

Seeing that he had survived a rugged mountain road, the mountain gate of Xianquanmen was in sight, and the old man in front of him seemed to be tired at last, and he thought that he felt that he had rushed to the place, and sat on a big stone without an image, and reached out to take off the dark wine gourd behind him and pulled out the seal.

With a shake of his hand, the fragrant wine syrup poured down, and the white-haired old man raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it.

The wine spring gushing out of the mouth of the gourd was sucked into the mouth of the white-haired old man without leaking, and the large stream of wine was entered, and the old man's Adam's apple was not seen, and the wine syrup flowing into the mouth seemed to flow straight into the abdomen.

It wasn't until the wine full of a big gourd was in his stomach that the old man wiped his mouth with his greasy sleeves, and the middle-aged man behind him was already weak, so he finally staggered to the place where the old man was.

The middle-aged man had a dry mouth and couldn't care about his image, picked up the wine gourd that the white-haired old man threw on the side and pasted it to his mouth, and vigorously controlled the residual wine in the gourd, until there was no more half a drop of wine flowing out, and then he reluctantly put down the gourd.

The white-haired old man saw that the middle-aged man had finally arrived, and he tore open the broken gong and shouted, "Guard, where did you little rabbit cub die?"

The old man shouted until the third time, and only then did he get up in the bushes next to the archway of Xianquanmen Mountain, a teenager who was in his teens, holding a big wine jar with a red face, and greeted him with drunken eyes: "Ah! Where did the old miscellaneous hair come from dare to come to my Xianquanmen to spread wild." Oops~~ It hurts, it turns out to be a drunkard master, hey!The apprentice wants to kill your old man, hey~~"

But it was the white-haired old man who picked up the wine gourd that was thrown aside and threw it at the drunken young man in front of him, hitting him in the shoulder, and said angrily: "Little rabbit cub, to call Master is to call Master, what kind of drunkard Master, for fear that others will not know that your Master is a drunkard." You little brute, you dare to drink when you are on duty to guard the mountain, and look back to see how Lao Tzu cleans you up. ”

The young man grinned under the drunken eyes, and smiled as if he didn't care at all: "Master, who is the stupid big guy behind your old man, just now he was holding an empty gourd and sneering, and he looked stupid haha." As he spoke, he walked towards the middle-aged man step by step.

The middle-aged man followed the white-haired old man all the way without a moment of rest, and he had already suppressed the anger in his belly, and at this time, he was furious when he saw that a hairy boy who had not dried up dared to come and provoke himself. Ignoring the white-haired old man beside him, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up a big fist in a sand bowl and smashed it at the young man in front of him.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit the boy, the white-haired old man was still sitting firmly on the boulder, and the self-caring undressing fan did not have the posture of stepping forward to block it, but the young man in front of him seemed to be scared stupid and did not dodge, until the fist was pressing, the drunken young man seemed to realize the danger, and suddenly his legs were weak as if he was paralyzed, and he stumbled short, which was just past the fist of the middle-aged man, followed by two dirty little hands in a hurry to grab for help and actually held the middle-aged man's right fist and turned his feet。

The middle-aged man's straight punch not only did not hit the boy, but was grabbed and twisted by the boy and brought back, and hit his own chest firmly, and the punch was so powerful that he staggered back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground on an unstable footing. The sloppy young man laughed happily when he saw the middle-aged man fall, and the old man also reclined on the boulder and smiled.

The middle-aged man was annoyed and angry, grabbed a stubborn stone beside him and held it in his hand and struggled to get up, and was about to rush towards the young man again, but as soon as he got up, he felt a tightness at his wrist, and the old man who was still lying on the big stone in the distance did not know when he had come to his side, and his thin thumb and index finger seemed to be fluttering on his wrist, but the middle-aged man felt that his entire arm was clamped by someone with a big iron tongs and could not move, and the stone in his hand could no longer hold it and fell to the ground.

The white-haired old man laughed and said: "Zhen Shou, Hugh is naughty, this person is a new apprentice who has been recruited for the teacher to go down the mountain this time, and he will be your 'big' junior brother after his name Mo Jiu." Don't look at your 'big' junior brother's martial arts, but the amount of alcohol is not to be said, you don't really annoy him haha. ”

It turned out that the middle-aged man who followed the old man along the way was none other than Mo Jiu, the fifth of the eight knives in Mobei, when Mo lewd * lust and dared to offend Yin Saint Lin Yunyao, he was killed by Yang Sheng Xiao Wanshan with a scorching sun palm, and the eldest brother Mo Kill saw that he was invincible to the two saints, and in order to save the lives of the remaining six brothers in the desert wind city, he drew a knife and killed himself.

After the eldest brother Mo was killed, the second Mo thief then dismissed the Huangsha Village that the brothers had worked hard to run according to the eldest brother's will, and the remaining six brothers left the Saibei Desert in order to avenge their siblings, and came to the Central Plains incognito, in order to seek guidance from the masters, and after the six people learned their skills, they went to Xuanshan to find Yangsheng Xiao Wanshan to take revenge.

At that time, the six brothers left the desert together, followed the trade routes of the Ming Dynasty and the Tatar Kingdom to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, made an appointment to meet in the future, and then they dispersed to the Central Plains to find famous teachers to visit Gaoyou, among which the old five Mo was drunk and drunk, and now he was separated from the brothers and sisters, and he often lingered in the wine shop.

On this day, seeing that the entanglement was about to run out, Mo Jiu still went to the tavern to drink every day, and happened to meet the old drunkard of Xianquanmen.

This old drunkard is loose and uninhibited by nature, often leaving his sect to wander outside, but passing by that day is catching up with the shyness in his pocket, seeing the big bowl of Mo wine and the big bowl of cow drink is very comfortable and happy, causing the old drunkard to start the wine worm in the stomach also began to make trouble.

It's just that the old drunkard was penniless, so he invited Mo Jiu to fight with him with words. I thought it was just a hand-to-hand deal, but I didn't expect that the two of them drank for a day and a night with their open bellies, and in the end, the old drunkard had deep internal strength and superior skills to beat Mo Jiu a little, and the old drunkard won a good meal of wine and meat in vain, and he also played a gourd of good wine, but Mo Jiu was this defeat and used all the last entanglement on the wine account.

To say that this Qilu Fuzi Mountain Xianquan Gate is different from those so-called famous and decent families in the martial arts at that time, the thirty-six style swordsmanship of the Guigu handed down by the ancestor Shi Gongwang in the wine is of course unpredictable, but it still can't resist the alcoholic atmosphere passed down from the ancestor Shi.

Nowadays, there is no one in the Xianquan Gate, and the disciples are all good at drinking, especially the disciples who drink a large number of cattle are highly respected. To say that this old drunkard is also a drunkard, in order to get the title of drunkard in the huge Xianquan Gate, but today on a whim, he met Mo Jiu in the wine shop, and saw that his drinking volume was not inferior to his old drunkard.

This love for talent was born suddenly, and he even had the idea of accepting apprentices, Mo Jiu had a deep hatred of blood, and the old drunkard only showed a few martial arts slightly, this old man and young hit it off, Mo Jiudang even set off to follow the old drunkard back to Xianquanmen to prepare to learn art.

The old drunkard here introduced the apprentice Du Zhenshou and Mo Jiu to know, speaking of the age difference between the two can be more than ten or twenty years old, although Du Zhenshou is young, but because of the early entry to do Mo Jiu's little brother, fortunately, the wine country is free and uninhibited, this senior brother and little brother are all good wines, Du Zhenshou divided some of the wine in the wine jar in his arms with Mo wine, and the two chatted for a while while but also started a friendship.

Although Mo Jiu envied his little brother's martial arts, Du Zhenshou didn't envy his own senior brother's drinking.

The old drunkard couldn't help laughing when he saw that the two of them were relieved in an instant: "Little rabbit cub, speaking of which, your kung fu has never fallen behind in the past few days when you have been out for the teacher. Okay, you first settle your Mo wine junior brother on behalf of the teacher, and after the teacher goes to meet your head and uncle, come back and then order your two to be motivated. With a wave of his hand, he sucked the wine gourd thrown aside into his hand, put it behind his back and disappeared into the depths of Xianquan Gate in just a few flashes.

The old drunkard made it clear that the senior brother Situ was drunk on the day of the apprenticeship, and since then Mo has to drink to enter the Xianquan Gate, so he drinks and practices martial arts all day long on this Confucius Mountain, he is good at drinking and is bold and rough, although he is older than most of the disciples of the same generation, but he also gets along very well.

Legend has it that the ancestor of Xianquanmen in the wine of the immortal stone Gong looked at the world's masters, at a young age from a book of war that he inadvertently obtained, he groped out a set of swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship was named by him as the ghost valley swordsmanship, a total of thirty-six styles, each style is good at changing and full of deep meaning.

seems to be an ordinary move, but in the hands of Shi Gongwang, he can always defeat the enemy at a critical moment. Mo Jiu had to be taught superior martial arts, so he knew how shallow his eight brothers were when they were in the desert and sat in the well and watched the sky.

In the early years, the eight brothers were not badly aptitude, but no one taught them to blindly grope and thus did not know how to do it, and now they have to meet a famous teacher to teach them superior martial arts, although it is difficult to achieve great success due to their age, but it is also a hundred times better than when they first started. is so immersed in hard work, and his art industry is growing, but he begins to think about the blood feud of his eldest brother and third brother.

Xianquanmen has never interfered in martial arts grievances, although the old drunkard knew Mo Jiu's life experience early, one Huangsha Village has disappeared, the two are grateful for the deep brotherhood of the eight Mo wine brothers, and the third Mo Jiu's great enemy, Xuanluo Shenjiao Yang Envoy Xiao Wanshan, although he is not a murderer, but he is not a good man and a woman. As a result, the old drunkard simply avoided the grudge between the six Mo Jiu brothers and Xiao Wanshan, and let the apprentice do it himself, but the old drunkard would not involve the sect because of his apprentice's personal enmity.

On this day, after Mo Jiu finished practicing swordsmanship, he came out of his residence with a jar of wine.

The life of Xianquanmen in this Confucius Mountain is not rich, but there will never be a shortage of fine wine, except for a few famous wines that are purchased from outside, and most of the wine is produced by Xianquanmen people. For many disciples of Xianquan Sect, if any of them can't make wine, it is a more shameful thing than not being good at swordsmanship.

It is not difficult to get started with winemaking, but the brewing of each individual varies greatly depending on the temperament of each person and the materials used.

The wine made by this Mo wine, he named it 'Big Knife', this 'Big Knife Wine' is extremely strong, and the beginning of the entrance is like a fire in the belly, like a knife.

In addition to Mo Jiu personally, the other Xianquanmen disciples were not sensitive, and even the old drunkard, who was also addicted to alcohol, tasted a 'big knife', and scolded this 'fine wine' that was more like fire poison than fine wine.

Only Mo Jiu has a soft spot for this wine, and every time he drinks this wine, he always has the illusion of returning to the days when the eight brothers galloped in the sand sea. Mo Jiu slapped open the mud seal and raised his head to drink a large sip of the 'big knife' wine in the altar, but what he was thinking about in his heart was that the other five brothers carved out where they were.

Just as he sighed with emotion, a strange man with a straight figure and a cold face appeared in front of him, but he said that the strange man in front of him swung the steel knife in his hand, and wanted to put it on Mo Jiu's neck, but when he saw Mo Jiu's face clearly, his subordinates suddenly let out a soft sigh: "Hey, Mo Jiu?"

Mo Jiu suddenly encountered an enemy attack, and was using one of the thirty-six tricks of the Ghost Valley Golden Cicada shrank back sharply, and heard a soft sigh from the person in front of him, but the whole person was like a lightning strike, and his body shook violently, raised his head and looked at the person with bloodshot eyes and said: "Xiao ~ Wan ~ Mountain ~"

Qilu Xianquanmen has never asked about the world, Xiao Wanshan came here only to find the Baimai Spring Water, and he didn't want to offend too much, he sneaked into the Confucius Mountain into this Xianquan Gate, and wanted to capture a Xianquanmen disciple to ask about the whereabouts of Baimaiquan, but he never thought that he would meet the old man of Saibei again here, the old five Mo Jiu in the Mobei Eight Knives, and his heart couldn't help but slow down.

Mo Jiu stared at Xiao Wanshan, and slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist, Xiao Wanshan saw that he didn't call for help but said strangely: "This place is in the depths of Xianquan Gate, Xiao Mou lost the opportunity just now, as long as you release your life and call for help at this time, there will be your brothers in the door to help you besiege me, even if you can't kill me, you can force me back, you don't even attract people, don't you think I won't kill you?"

Mo Jiu said hatefully: "Your surname is Xiao's dog head, Lao Tzu wants to take it down today to pay tribute to my eldest brother and third brother's spirit in the sky, even if Lao Tzu can't defeat you, you will die, how can such a big enemy be a man who pretends to be someone else." After saying that, Mo Jiu immediately drew his sword to attack, and then did not answer, throwing bricks and attracting jade, and a sword light shot towards Xiao Wanshan.

Xiao Wanshan saw through the reality of this sword light at a glance, and instead of paying attention to it, he raised his sword to attack. Mo Jiu saw that Xiao Wanshan's long knife lightning attack was too late to dodge, and he gritted his teeth and probed the long sword to surround Wei and save Zhao and stab at him, this move attacked Xiao Wanshan must be saved, Xiao Wanshan slashed at Mo Jiu's arm, but Mo Jiu's sword was straight into the opponent's chest. Xiao Wanshan smiled slightly, and as soon as the knife momentum changed, the steel knife swung lightly and knocked Mo Jiu's long sword away, and then the long knife slashed towards Mo Jiu's waist.

Mo Jiu couldn't grow his sword and couldn't come back to help, so he had to abandon the sword in a hurry and use a move to kill people with a knife empty-handed.

At the beginning of the year, Mo Jiu was teased by his little brother Du Zhenshou with this trick, at that time, although Du Zhenshou was only a weak-crowned boy, he caused Mo Jiu to hurt himself with his skill, and at this time, this trick was made by Mo Jiu himself, but the opponent was replaced by Xuanluo Divine Sect Yang Shengxiao Wanshan.

This trick is very ingenious to kill people with a knife, although Mo Jiu's right hand stretched out and put it on Xiao Wanshan's arm, but he only felt that what he was grasping with his hand was a mountain of ten thousand zhang, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cause Xiao Wanshan's offensive to change in the slightest, and the opponent's steel knife was unchanged like a broken bamboo slashing at Mo Jiu's waist.

Seeing that Mo Jiu was about to die on the spot, Xiao Wanshan's wrist flipped and the blade was facing inward, but he slapped the back of the knife to Mo Jiu's waist. Mo Jiu only felt a pain in his waist and eyes, and he fainted to death after a burst of breath.

The long knife was returned to the sheath, and Xiao Wanshan had no intention of killing Mo Jiu at the moment. At this time, Mo Jiu's martial arts are very different from those in Saibei, but compared with Xiao Wanshan's comprehension in these days, it is still too far away, and if this continues, the gap between the two of them will not only not shrink, but will only get worse. Moreover, Xiao Wanshan also admired the brotherhood of the eight Mo wine brothers in his heart, and after Saibei and his party returned, they often recalled the scene at that time, and often secretly regretted that they did not take action to stop Mo from killing himself in the Desert Wind City.

Although this Mo Lao Wu Mo Jiu in front of him is not a good person, he can also be called a downright man, in fact, how can he be regarded as a good person in the eyes of others, Xiao Wanshan smiled self-deprecatingly, and Xiao Wanshan was ready to leave here to find the next target.

However, as soon as he turned around, Xiao Wanshan's pupils contracted suddenly, and a sloppy old man with crane hair and childish face was wearing a greasy and tattered short coat, with a bamboo sword loosely tied around his waist, and a dark wine gourd in his arms was sleeping not far behind Xiao Wanshan.

The silver-haired old man seemed to be sleeping deeply, and his heavy wheezing was accompanied by saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he looked very special.

But this sloppy old man was able to quietly touch Xiao Wanshan's back in just a few moves between Xiao Wanshan and Mo Jiu, and he didn't notice it until Xiao Wanshan turned around and saw the old man.

Not daring to act rashly, Xiao Wanshan stood in place and quietly watched the movements of the old man in front of him, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the silver-haired old man to wave his hand and wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth like a dream, stretched his waist and slowly sat up, grinning at Xiao Wanshan and approvingly: " I can't see the doll, you know how to respect the old man at a young age, speaking of the grievances between you and my unsuccessful Mo drunkard I have also heard a little, the original thing is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, but it is the grievances between you and their brothers that have nothing to do with my Xianquanmen, so just the two of you fought each other, and the old drunkard I stood by and did not intervene. Thinking that my Mo drunkard was killed before he entered, even if he was really hacked to death by you just now, he was destined to complain to others, but you kid spared my life as an unsuccessful apprentice, so it is my old drunkard who owes you a favor to Xiao Wanshan of the Xuanluo Divine Sect. The old drunkard hates trouble the most, and he doesn't want to owe people's debts, so it's better for you to beg me now, little doll, and let my old man be merciful and let you go down the mountain, so that our two masters will be cleared, hahaha. ”

Xiao Wanshan said respectfully: "The seniors laughed, if the seniors really owe the juniors a favor and are quite embarrassed, the juniors really have something to ask the seniors." ”

The old drunkard's eyes lit up, and he thought that Xiao Wanshan in front of him had opened his mind, speaking of which, he was an idle cloud and a wild crane, and he didn't want to make a feud with the Xuanluo Divine Sect for no reason, after all, the first emperor and two kings of the Xuanluo Divine Sect were not something to think about, and laughed at the moment: "So little doll, you should go down the mountain, the old drunkard will never stop you." ”

Xiao Wanshan said: "I'm afraid the seniors have misunderstood, the juniors want to ask the seniors for a bottle of Baimai Spring water in the Immortal Spring Gate of Fuzi Mountain." ”

The old drunkard heard Xiao Wanshan's request clearly, his drunken eyes narrowed, he slowly put away the scattered smile on his face, and said: "Young people are important in knowing the times and knowing the general situation, you must know that the word 'greed' does not know how many young talents have been erased. ”

This old drunkard had good intentions, but in the face of the old drunkard's persuasion, Xiao Wanshan was unmoved and bowed down and said: "The younger generation has nothing else to ask for this wish, if the seniors are embarrassed, they will give up, not killing Mo Jiu is the younger generation's own opinion, and the seniors don't have to worry about it." ”

The old drunkard said lightly: "The old drunkard I promise a thousand gold, and the words that come out are the wine that is drunk into the stomach, how can I turn my mouth, this Baimai Spring is precious, and the old drunkard also has some of it, and this thing is used to break people's favors, but it is not a loss to the old drunkard, but you really think about it, little doll? You must know that although your Xuanluo Divine Sect is domineering at the moment, it is now with Ziyang Guan, the Full Moon Sect, You Longmen, these so-called famous and decent sects, you trespassed into my Xianquanmen sect for no reason today, and committed a martial arts taboo, the old drunkard, I am really a strong person to leave you today, and you Xuanluo Divine Sect has nothing to say. ”

Xiao Wanshan bowed down and replied: "Please also ask the seniors to be perfect, and the juniors are willing to give it a try." ”

The old drunkard laughed angrily and said: "Hahaha, it's really a young hero's newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, you can take this bottle of Baimai Spring." As he spoke, he took out something from his arms and threw it at Xiao Wanshan, who hurriedly took the small gourd thrown by the old drunkard and put it away carefully.

Seeing that Xiao Wanshan accepted the Baimai Spring Water, the old drunkard became drunk and hazy again, but Xiao Wanshan did not dare to be careless at all, and since the moment he accepted the gourd Baimai Spring Water, he had already felt the murderous aura that began to permeate the old man opposite.

Throwing down the long knife in his hand, Xiao Wanshan held his breath and concentrated his palms, since his identity had been exposed at this time, and he was facing the unfathomable old drunkard in front of him, he had to fight with twelve points of spirit. If there is a slight mistake today, I am afraid that this Master Mountain Immortal Spring Gate will be the resting place of his Xiao someone.