Fang Lin was originally planning to stay in the house and knew that he could draw until the lottery was lost, but it was still early and he didn't even eat dinner. So he suppressed his excitement and came to the back mountain to see the scenery.

To be honest, the mountains where Wudang is located are really beautiful. In the past life, Wudang had 72 peaks, so Fang Lin would have visited more at this moment.

Thunder God Cave is a good attraction. Fang Lin sat down for a while and had some water.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in the mountains, Fang Lin couldn't help but say, "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."

After saying that, Fang Lin had just drooled, and there was a daze in front of him, and the sky was a little dark.

What's going on? Fang Lin looked up and found that there was a person standing in front of him.

This man was decorated casually, but there were three wine pots hanging around his waist, and there was one on his hand. He looked like he was about forties, and there was wine dripping on his beard. Standing in front of Fang Lin, the two were still half a meter away, but they could clearly smell the smell of wine. Moreover, smelling the smell of wine was a very inferior wine.

Fang Lin was surprised at this moment. He didn't sense the arrival of this person at all. Moreover, Fatun actually said that he could not see the realm of this person. You must know that with Fang Lin's authority, you can see the strength of everyone below the early stage of the innate stage, that is, this person has at least the strength of the middle stage of the innate stage!

The drunk man looked shaky and would fall to the ground at any time, murmured: "Good poems, good poems, are as good as those written by Yun'er."

The drunk man turned around for a few times, keeping talking about something.

Fang Lin was a little scared at this moment. This man had at least the mid-stage innate strength, looked crazy and a drunk. If a nerve suddenly became abnormal, wouldn't he be very dangerous?

Fang Lin stood up slightly and prepared to leave early while the drunk man was not paying attention.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man suddenly hugged Fang Lin, threw him directly to the ground, and said, "Say, boy, did Yun'er ask you to come to me?"

Fang Lin was confused. What was going on?

The drunk man continued, "Only Yun'er can do such a good poem, saying, "Did Yun'er tell you, and then ask you to tell me."

Fang Lin was depressed at this moment. Of course, he couldn't do such a good poem, but it didn't mean that those great poets couldn't do it. Unexpectedly, he would have such a mentally ill-problem person when he recited the poem casually.

The drunk man's eyes were blurred, and suddenly stuck Fang Lin's neck, lifted him up directly, and said, "Say, did Yun'er ask you to come, otherwise I will kill you."

Fang Lin really thinks he is unlucky now. How could he encounter such a thing? What should he say now?

However, it is better to say this kind of madman according to his opinion. The madman can't do anything, and he is a drunk madman. He doesn't want to die just like this, that's so unfair.

Fang Lin responded quickly and said, "Yes, it was Miss Yun'er who asked Xiaodao to come to find you and read it to you."

"Miss Yun'er, Yun'er should be in her thirties at this time, so where is the girl?" said the drunk man.

Fang Lin was shocked and showed his flaws. He hurriedly said, "Really? Miss Yun'er looks young and beautiful. I thought she was just a 28-year-old girl."

The drunk man laughed and said, "Yes, Yun'er is the most beautiful one. You guy is right, you are right."

Fang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, if he made up a lie, he would use millions of lies to fulfill this lie. This famous saying is really correct.

The drunk man threw Fang Lin away and smiled quickly and said with apologies: "Brother, did Yun'er bring me any other words?"

Fang Lin was really angry at this moment. Seeing that he had something to ask for him, he snorted and ignored him.

Seeing that you are a lunatic, you actually bully yourself like this. If you don’t have to suffer some losses, I won’t call you Fang Lin!

The drunk man quickly apologized, saying, "Don't be angry, and said a lot of pleasing words."

Fang Lin still ignored it. The drunk man was anxious now and patted his chest and said, "I think the guy is also a martial artsman. He is at the peak of his mid-term postpartum. I will teach him a sword technique. As an apology, what do you think?"

Fang Lin really doesn't feel cold about this. He is completely likely to draw sword techniques such as Wudang Sword at that time. These are all invincible moves in the world. How could you care about your sword skills? You only teach one move, not the whole set.

The drunk man saw Fang Lin's indifferent look on his face, and became even more anxious. He hurriedly said that his swordsmanship was really good and he must learn it.

Fang Lin laughed. Others cried and shouted to learn swordsmanship. You did cry and shouted and insisted on teaching me. Forget it, I won’t bother with you, a lunatic.

Seeing that Fang Lin agreed, the drunk man immediately pulled out the sword at his waist.

It's strange that the sword's scabbard is just a bamboo, and the madman is also a master. Fang Lin thought that it would be a good sword after all, but it turned out to be a rusted sword. It looks good in materials and must be hard in texture, but it has no edge. This is really depressing. Is this madman really a swordsman?

The drunk man glanced at Fang Lin, smiled foolishly, and started dancing the sword.

Really, it’s just a sword dance, the sword is like dancing, and this move is really full of fantasy.

The drunk man flew out his hand and the sword flew out. Fang Lin looked at the crazy man's moves and was really interested in learning it. It seemed that he was really stupid.

But then, he was really stunned.

The sword flew out, and then it seemed as if it was pulled by something. The madman threw his hand and the sword flew wherever he was, and the speed was very fast and unimaginable! At least with Fang Lin's eyes that had been strengthened by the Pure Yang Body, he could only see a phantom, and he could never stop it. Fang Lin knew that the sword technique was powerful, so he quickly opened his eyes wide to learn.

However, Fang Lin's eyes were sore that he still didn't learn much, because the sword was too fast and he couldn't even see clearly, so he asked himself how to learn it.

The madman shook his finger and the poem that Fang Lin said was engraved on the mountain. Then, he began to dance wildly again. The madman himself also took a strange step, and his whole person and his sword seemed to be completely integrated. This drunk man is really a master of swordsmanship!

After playing with the drunk man for a long time, Fang Lin was really surprised at this moment. Is this really a sword move?

After the drunk man finished dancing, he smiled foolishly at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin raised his finger and asked, "Is this a sword move?" The madman's psychology was really unimaginable.

The drunk man touched his head and said, "Of course it's just one move. In fact, there are no moves. You just need to learn how to use the Qilu sword.

Fang Lin looked depressed, then what have you been fiddling with for so long? The madman's idea is indeed difficult to understand.
Chapter completed!