Chapter 1447: Singing for wine! (1/2)

These words caused Qi Zhongdao's eyelashes covered with ice crystals to shake, and the ice shells cracked on Mu Ran's face.

The beggar Ba Xiaoyu blushed and scratched his cheeks and said: ”Yes, yes, it's the beggar Meng Lang, fellow Qi Daoist, the beggar loves nonsense the most, don't forget to go to your heart! The beggar knows that he spends time with that bunch of birdies all day. Looking at their grinning faces, but not being able to punch them through, is indeed a torment! I think back then, the beggar just couldn’t stand all day long with these birds, people, and snakes, so I didn’t even want my own sect. I was doing casual repairs and wandering in the middle of the market, crying, laughing, eating, and sleeping when I want to cry, I’m happy!”

Qi Zhongdao hasn't responded yet, Master Kuchan said first: ”You can ignore your sect, but Qi Shizhu can't ignore Taixuan Dao, you can't ignore this crumbling realm of cultivation.”

”Although the real world of comprehension is smoky, intrigue, and scattered, after all, it still maintains a few superficial rules. At least on the table, everyone is still in harmony and defends the right way. If anyone dares to risk the world's worst, he will fight to annex others. Sect, doing evil in an upright manner, just like the Tiger Roar Hall and the Black Evil Sect, that is the outside world of evil demons and will be attacked by groups!”

”If even this superficial order disappears, the realm of comprehension is completely disintegrated, and once again plunged into an era of lawless war like a primitive jungle, how many people will suffer!”

”Xing, the people suffer, die, and the people suffer, but in comparison, when the world is still in chaos, the people suffer more. Or else, I would rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person!”

”The mansions will be overwhelming, and the tree will be hard to support. Don't Qi Shizhu know that he knows that he can't do it? If he really cherishes feathers and seeks fame, why should he make his heads again and again, and become the thankless'leader' again and again. , But the four words,'do your best'!”

The beggar, Ba Xiaoyu, was moved. When he looked around, the water scoop used as a sea bowl was used up. He wiped the water scoop he used just now with his clothes three times and poured a scoop full of Dangdang wine and held it in both hands. Then, respectfully handed it over, saying: ”Friends of Qi Daoist, in the past few decades, although we have been called the ”three great masters” by people in the cultivation world, we are all in the world. We will go to each side. I will be my beggar. , When you are the leader of your cultivation world, there is not much overlap!”

”After tonight, maybe everyone can be friends!”

Qi Zhongdao didn't say a word, listening to Master Kuchan's words quietly, watching the wine held by the beggar Ba Xiaoyu, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he took the wine with both hands and drank it from the throat to the chest and abdomen. At that moment, there was a thunderous ”grunt” sound.

”Good wine, is there any more?”

His voice is like a rusty gear, which is being soaked by lubricating oil little by little.

”Yes, there are!”

The beggar Ba Xiaoyu clapped his hands and smiled, ”There really is no, the big deal is that the beggar will go back to the city to steal it!”

”Swish! Swish! Swish!”

He simply used his psychic energy to **** in a few large wine jars, and he was too lazy to look for a water scoop, smashed the mud seal, and poured his head up. The golden syrup and jade liquid is like the water of a big river. It's also strange to go outside his blood basin!

”call!”

In the blink of an eye, a jar of bear-hearted leopard and cowardly bone wine was drunk too much by him. He smirked a few times and used the empty wine jar to pour a half jar of mud in the mud to carry his psychic energy. , ”Hoo” slammed into the darkness in the distance!

There was a muffled sound, the wine jar was smashed by something, and there was another ”shoo, hoo,” sound, the mud in the wine jar, all turned into mud spots and flew back, thousands of mud spots seemed to grow. Eyes, not flying at others, but like small stones, slammed towards Ba Xiaoyu.

Ba Xiaoyu gave a strange cry, rising up into the sky like a smear of black smoke, rushing to the top of the crooked neck tree, and shouted into the darkness: ”The surname Yan, the beggar is here to have a feast, invite someone to drink, what are you here to do? lively?”

Yan Liren, a dwarf swordsman with a bright head, slowly walked out of the dark mud, gently tapping on the mud every step, but his toes were not stained with dust.

He embraced the dagger, expressionless, and said lightly: ”I'm here to practice the sword.”

Ba Xiaoyu said: ”Why not practice in the city?”

Yan Li said humanely: ”The **** crowing and dogs barking in the city are too noisy, but it is still quiet enough here.”

Master Kuchan smiled and said: ”With the addition of fellow Taoists, you will have the'Three Sages of Great Sages', and the donors of Lingjiu, which have also been spread word of mouth in the cultivation world recently. Since everyone is so destined, fellow Taoists Yan might as well come over for a drink together!”

Yan Liren didn't even glance at it, shook his head and said, ”I don't drink. After drinking, the sword will slow down.”

Ba Xiaoyu's eyes turned and he smiled strangely: ”Since you don't drink, how do you know that the sword will slow down after drinking? The beggar heard that there is a kind of ”drunken sword”, which is to get drunk, dizzy, and spin around. Only then can the most illusory and unpredictable magical powers be displayed!”

Yan Li said: ”Why haven't I heard of it? You made it up randomly. It's like you told me last time that if you learn to hold a sword with your feet, then you can hold four swords with your hands and feet at the same time. It is the same as increasing the power of a set of swordsmanship four times.”

Ba Xiaoyu nodded and said: ”That's right, it is indeed made up by the beggar, but you are so powerful, maybe you can really create such a'drunk sword' magical power, isn't it wonderful? ”

Yan Liren tilted his head and thought for a while, before he nodded solemnly: ”It makes sense. I am so powerful. If there is a ‘Drunk Sword’ in the world, I will definitely create it!”