What's good about the world?

There is endless wine, endless blood, and endless heads.

Of course, there are endless things to see, endless people to meet, and endless roads to the world.

He was destined to be a prodigal son, and he stayed somewhere for a moment, perhaps just because there was something worth doing here, and even the wine he wanted to drink.

From early spring to late summer, today is the time to leave.

As the sky gradually rose, Wei Zigeng carried the worn-out long sword in a gray cloth bag, and the pure white exquisite sword hung around his waist.

Outside the courtyard gate, Xu Yue had been waiting for a long time, and was leaning against the courtyard gate here, waiting patiently.

"Don't you say goodbye?"

"Where do you come from so many goodbyes?"

After saying that, Wei Zigeng walked towards the gate without looking back.

Yes, where are there so many goodbyes in the world? Instead of thinking about seeing each other again in the future, it is better to say goodbye without saying goodbye.

"Where are the Liangqiu brothers and sisters?"

Xu Yue said as he walked:

"Go to prepare the horses, I'm afraid I've been waiting for a long time now."

Wei Zigeng said "yes" and nodded immediately.

Through the corridor, the two came to the outside of Pinghu Villa. Liang Qiu and his sister held two horses. This was what Cheng Xi waved his hand last night and gave it to them very generously. Several of them were afraid that Young Master Cheng would turn against him, so

I was taken out of the horse's mat early today.

Put the package on the side of the saddle, and the four of them all turned over and left without looking back.

In the gate of Pinghu Villa, the three brothers and sisters of the Cheng family were standing inside the door. Cheng Xi looked at the backs of the people leaving with resentment and said viciously:

"Eat donkey meat sauce today!"

"That's a mule!"

"Then eat mule meat with sauce!"

With a few tall horses, Wei Zigeng left the big black mule in Pinghu Villa and asked him to take care of him on his behalf.

The young master and the second lady walked into the mansion with great resentment, leaving Cheng Qing alone to lean on the door frame, as if he had said a thousand words, but finally he still kept it deep in his heart.

At Jialing Gate in the east of the city, Mr. Cheng and the drunkard Xu were waiting at the city gate early. The soldiers guarding the city were looking at the old man who said he was the "local emperor" of Jiangnan Road, and were all uncomfortable.

As long as this young soldier can remember, the elders in the family always talked about Cheng Kongfang, the fear on his face was always greater than respect. Over time, a deep-rooted cognition formed in his heart.

"The Lord Cheng must be an old devil who kills people without blinking and eats people without spitting bones."

Cheng Kong looked at the soldier with a kind smile on his forehead and said:

"The weather is indeed a little hotter. You are still wearing such thick armor. Thank you so much for your hard work. Today, I ordered the servants in the mansion to send some fruits and sour plum soup to relieve the heat."

The chill came, and the young soldier shivered, subconsciously turned his head and gasped, not knowing where to look at his eyes, so he had to bend down and thank him, fearless and terrified.

Cheng Kongfang shook his head helplessly. How could he not know what the young man was thinking? Xu, the drunkard next to him, took a sip of wine and said:

"Old man, you should smile more, and then you will know how the smiley tiger came about."

"I'm in a good mood today, don't force me to kick you a few times."

The drunkard Xu looked up at the sky and took a sip of wine indifferently, while Cheng Kongfang said nothing.

However, even if he acted like this, Cheng Kongfang was also a tiger with his eyes entrenched on Jiangnan Road.

There are so many thoughts, and the eyes seem to pass through the long river of time and return to the past years.

From poverty to the huge family business today, Cheng Kongfang completed the work in less than fifty years and it was difficult for others to complete in several lifetimes. There has always been a drunkard who almost starved to death on the roadside back then, and he also

It's covered in frost and snow.

"Qing'er's mother died, and she died in a few days. Although we have lived for so many years, my three unborn children have never let me worry."

"Old man Cheng, I can't die even if you die. Don't worry, isn't this me? Whoever dares to invade my Pinghu Villa, my fist will make them understand what to do and what not to do."

After a moment of silence, Cheng Kongfang nodded and said lightly:

"Yeah, I don't worry."

The drunkard Xu looked down at the old man beside him. Once upon a time, this figure stood in front of him and blocked too much wind and rain for him. This figure was like a mountain and rock, unshakable.

Now, he could lower his head and see that his head was covered with white hair and snow.

In justice, only white hair is the only one who has no luck on the head of noble people.

"Old man, they are here."

The drunkard Xu said, pulling Cheng Kongfang back from the past years. Looking up, the four horsemen were slowly walking towards Jialing Gate. When they came to Cheng Kongfang and the other two, they all dismounted and bent down to salute.

.

"Master Cheng, my younger generation and others have been helped by the villa this time. I have been bothered by many people, so please forgive me."

Cheng Kongfang looked at the four young people in front of him and said with a smile:

"It's okay. As the head of the family has not come forward in person for so many days, this is the disrespect of the guests."

In Jiangnan and even the entire Dali, there are only a few people who can make Cheng Kongfang say such words, which made Xu, the drunkard beside him, frown.

Wei Zigeng looked at the middle-aged man who was drinking all the time and said with a smile:

"I have been to Jiangnan for a long time. The biggest regret is that I have not been able to ask Senior Xu for advice. I wonder if I can?"

This most special person in Pinghu Villa, although he was just an ordinary drunkard who was addicted to alcohol, no one in the mansion dared to disrespect him, even if the famous demon king in the mansion saw him, he saw him

The person in front of him can only beg for mercy.

According to Cheng Xi, the man's name was Xu Lin, and he was always by his side when Cheng Kong Fang was in a short time. His cultivation was unpredictable and his killing power was the best in the three states of Jiangnan Road.

One morning, Wei Zigeng was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and the drunkard Xu leaned against the pavilion, and would always drink with a wine gourd in his hand. When he saw him practicing swordsmanship, he mentioned it casually.

"Sword cultivator is different from Qi training. He is more inclined to martial artists and requires physical support. Secondly, his mind and his own understanding are both indispensable."

Wei Zigeng also tried to test it out, but he deliberately or unintentionally avoided this topic.

The drunkard Xu took a sip of wine and looked at Cheng Kongfang. The latter still had a kind smile. After looking at Wei Zigeng, he had to wave his hand helplessly:

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'll make an appointment in advance and stop at the same time."

Several people came to the official road outside the city. Wei Zigeng looked solemn, holding a knife in one hand and a handle in the other. On the other hand, the drunkard Xu actually yawned.

"Boy, you don't have to worry about me, just use the knife."

As he said that, Wei Zigeng took a step forward, and then he disappeared from the spot. The next moment he had arrived in front of the drunkard Xu, holding the hilt of the knife in his right hand, and suddenly pulled it out. This comprehension was that of Ying Jianqiong's sword drawing.

Skill, just say one word, hurry up!

A white rainbow flashed away, and the drunkard Xu was slightly surprised in his eyes. He raised the wine pot, raised his head and drank a sip of wine, bent down and handed it out with his fists. This series of actions was only a moment.

The two fists collided with the sword light, and a powerful recoil force knocked Wei Zigeng backwards. The young man also happened to use the recoil force to turn over in the air, then threw the knife back and straight.

He inserted his feet on the hilt of the knife when he inserted his feet into the ground behind him.

"Mountains and Rivers!"

The old long sword in the cloth bag behind him came out, and accompanied by a vast sword energy, Wei Zigeng held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and his whole body seemed to have changed immediately.

The drunkard Xu raised his mouth, and the young man rushed towards him with a sword, was like a mountain river in his eyes.

Bowing and stepping, the blue bricks at the city gate have been around for hundreds of years. The three-piece soil made of clay, glutinous rice and lime are allowed to walk for hundreds of years without a crack. At this moment, the drunkard Xu

Two holes were broken.

The boxing stance was opened, and the fog was simmering around the drunkard Xu. He let out a muffled groan, and a punch was handed out. The tip of the sword collided with the fist. The Shanhe sword was bent into a strange arc. Wei Zigeng's eyes flashed with green light, and mountains and rivers rippled, and waves of naked eyes

The visible ripples suddenly surged.

"The young shopkeeper has been stagnant from Kaiyang Realm for too long. Every battle and life-and-death battle is an opportunity to break the realm."

Liang Qiu's painter is so smart. You can see at a glance that Wei Zigeng has taken great pains to break the situation and does not want to give up every opportunity.

"Hey, how can he not be in a hurry? Do you know his sister? He is the personal disciple of Taixuan Zhenjun, the founder of Yuyulou in Yuzhou. He is the youngest Hedao Realm monk in Dali for seven hundred years. He has such a sister, Zhuyu.

Before, Brother Wei was in trouble."

When talking about Wei Ziqing, Liang Qiu also sighed. It was rumored that this immortal disciple was just a pure martial artist in the second realm of the Cave Ming Realm before entering Yuyu Building. However, he had finished it in just two years, even if he was a genius for the rest of his life.

A road that may not be taken.

Although it is very important to have a good teacher, aren’t mind and understanding important conditions?

But the drunkard Xu clenched his left hand into a fist, and a strong fist wind slammed into Wei Zigeng's heart with a fierce fist intent. Wei Zigeng stretched out his hand behind, and Bai Lian's long sword was captured in his hand.

The young man held a sword in one hand and a knife in the other hand, and resisted it with a horizontal knife. After Bai Lian was leaked away, the drunkard Xu flicked the Shanhe Sword with both fingers and thirty-six.

Wei Zigeng was so calm that he received the thirty-sixth number of Tiangang, and wanted to use this to knock out the barrier of realm that could be broken in his heart with just a stab.

The drunkard Xu didn't know what he was thinking? He picked up the corners of his mouth slightly, and he was happy to see it happen. What if he gave the boy a fortune?

The Qi is poured into it, and a faint purple air lingered in the body. The fist is loose and the purple air is put into the palm, and the young man gently pushed it to the chest. This move is to push Huashan softly. Wei Zigeng jumped behind him and put the knife into the sheath.
To be continued...