Chapter 469 The peaceful and prosperous world is a touch of cold

The fragrance of wine wafts thousands of miles, lest there be no character.

Liu Ling is drunk on the waist, where is the loneliness?

Ask where you are sad? The rivers and lakes are ignorant.

Laughing at the affairs of the rivers and lakes, who can laugh at it?

Along the long street paved with bluestone slabs in Fengyu Town, in a blink of an eye, I have come to the famous Wude Gate in the rivers and lakes.

Outside the gate of Wude Gate, the lanterns are hung high, the lanterns are colorful, and the huge word "Xi" is smiling to welcome every guest.

The word "martial arts" on the flagpole several feet high moved with the wind, but it also looked so desolate.

Heroes from all over the world, dressed in different services, poured into the Wude Gate, and the Wude Gate butler Dongfang Shu dressed in a red robe to greet every guest who came, and greeted the disciples behind him to greet the guests, and they were very busy.

A jar of fine wine has already been arranged, piled up in the courtyard like a hill, and the wine tables with more than 100 seats that can not be counted have already been neatly furnished, and the red disciples have already taken off their swords, going in and out of every room, coming and going in the flow of people.

After a while, with the shouting of the disciples, Ziwei Men Cheng and his wife, Xuezhumen Qin Lingxue's master and apprentice, Ling Yuehua, Liu Qingyuan, and Ye Qiubai of Jianhu Villa had already come to the door, and everyone presented the gift list and sat down under the arrangement of Dongfang Shu.

Cheng Buxian looked left and right and sighed worriedly: "Brother Ye, the majesty of the Nine Great Sects is no longer there, alas······ Think about the head of Qixingmen, Zhao, the head of Qixiu Villa, Long Yixiu, the head of Youlan Sect, Chen Buxu, and the ······ It's all the Tiger Roaring Sword and Qilin Satin, and today we need to take this opportunity to discuss and revive the majesty of my Nine Great Sects?"

Qin Lingxue didn't miss a word, glanced at Cheng Bu worried, and continued to drink tea.

Ye Qiubai nodded.

"Yes! On that day, we gathered in Ziwei Mountain and already selected the masters of each sect, as long as we work together to suppress the evil sect in the Western Regions and prevent them from harming the rivers and lakes again, I think that the Tiger Roaring Sword and the Qilin Satin can't shock the stormy waves, wouldn't it be better if we didn't destroy those two weapons?"

Cheng Bu was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he was not good at expressing himself and nodded hurriedly.

The sky is gradually over, the guests have reached eighty, everyone is talking about something, listen carefully, only to find that they are discussing, Zhou Lishui, the owner of the Tiger Roaring Sword, Zhou Yingying, the owner of the unicorn satin, and even more are talking about the punishment of Tianci.

Zhou Lishui is not there, Zhou Yingying is not there, Liu Xuanyu, the head of the Youlan faction, Zhou Yinlong, the owner of Juxiang Valley, is not there, Mrs. Ling of Qingluo Mountain Villa is not there, Lin Liefeng is not there, and even today's protagonist - Zhou Yuping has not appeared.

Dongfang Shu was even more anxious, why didn't he see Zhou Yuping at this time? Lin Liefeng Lin was no longer in the room. Dongfang Shu's face showed a trace of worry, he seemed to have already understood the mystery.

The wind and rain town of the peaceful and prosperous era is filled with the majestic atmosphere of the world's heroes, and the seemingly peaceful scene hides the murderous opportunity like a wolf.

The fragrance of wine wafts thousands of miles, lest there be no character. Liu Ling is drunk on the waist, where is the loneliness······? Bursts of singing spread from the suburbs to farther places, and an old man with a thin body swayed and walked on the winding stone path with a wine jug that had already been rusted, and from time to time he raised the wine jug and drank it, and then walked aimlessly forward, and when he got closer, he was the ancestor of the Wanling Divine Sect who had been retired for many years, the old drunkard - Xie Wei.

Xie Wei carried a broken wine jug like a crazy beggar, and occasionally passers-by met and pointed.

"I said that the old gentleman doesn't look like a poor person when you look like you're dressed, why is the flask in your hand like a roadside?"

Xie Wei took a sip: "Ah, good wine, good wine, although the wine pot is old, it is a jade liquid, if you just look at its surface and draw conclusions, wouldn't it be ······?"

Xie Wei shook his head again and again: "You don't understand, you don't understand······ Haha, this flask of mine was given to me by a friend of mine, and if I dislike its shabby and abandon him, wouldn't it break my friend's heart?"

After speaking, he shook his head again and again and walked into the distance.

Deep in the jungle, a pair of evil eyes were staring at the "imperial wine" in his hand that he had obtained out of nowhere, and finally those evil eyes showed a wicked smile, and a pill appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he swallowed which pill, and then nodded with satisfaction.

A figure flashed behind Xie Wei, the speed was comparable to a meteor, this small movement did not even make passers-by notice, but Xie Wei, who seemed to be drunk but not drunk, subconsciously stopped, and then stepped forward again, showing a little vigilance between his eyebrows.

The road got farther and farther until he passed a sparsely populated jungle, and instead of speeding up his pace to get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible, Xie Wei stopped and found a place in the grass to lie down, muttering poetry and drinking wine.

"Boom ······"

After a sound, a figure appeared in front of Xie Wei.

Xie Wei squinted his eyes slightly and pretended that nothing happened, and at this moment, the figure jumped forward and raised his weapon and slashed straight towards Xie Wei's cover door.

Seeing that the weapon was about to take Xie Wei's life, suddenly Xie Wei raised the wine jug high, and after a loud bang, the weapon that came from the attack hit the wine jug, and the poor old wine jug must have eaten the opponent's powerful attack and shattered his bones, looking at the movement of the attack, I am afraid that Xie Wei's arm was also blurred by the flesh and blood of the attack.

The masked assassin with a frown on his brows, trembling slightly between his eyebrows, stared at Xie Wei and did not dare to act rashly.

Looking at Xie Wei who greeted the enemy under the weapon, his eyes glared at the boss, and at the moment when the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, a stream of true qi burst out from Xie Wei's sleeve, and suddenly tens of thousands of raindrops attacked the other party, saying that it was raindrops rather than wine points was more accurate, and the power was so great that the bamboo forest behind him was like a strong wind, and there were thousands of holes everywhere the raindrops went, and the broken bamboo leaves were scattered and scattered.

However, such a huge attack did not attack the other party, which shows that Xie Wei did not want to take the lives of the people who came immediately.

Looking back at the wine jug in Xie Wei's hand, an amazing scene appeared, in addition to being knocked out of the groove the size of a bean, the wine jug was injured as imagined, which shows that Xie Wei's internal force is extremely large, and he has enough time to use a barrier to ensure his own safety under the huge attack of the incoming people.

At this moment, the person hurriedly withdrew the weapon and retreated dozens of meters behind him, and then threw the weapon out of his hand, the weapon flew over with a powerful true qi, Xie Wei was not in a hurry, his body tilted slightly, and he dodged the flying attack in an instant, and flicked the liquid dripping out of the wine jug lightly, and the liquid flew out, and there was a loud bang, and the flying weapon deviated from the direction after breaking a bamboo pole and fell to the ground.