"Put wine in the high hall, and I traveled with you in person. The Central Kitchen held a generous meal, cooked sheep and slaughtered fat cows..."

Mo Zhi drank another mouthful of sweet beans in the jar, and his face gradually became rosy and whispered, and his steps were slightly floating and light. The white ape also took a stone altar, held it in his arms, and drank it all the time.

The white ape was alone in the deep valley, uninhabited, and often alone, so he polished two stone altars. On weekdays, he took some wild fruits, licorice and the like in the mountains, threw them in them, and bloomed properly, sealing the mouth with cold snow. However, the times passed and buried it in the cave, but then forgot that when the white ape thought about it, they dug out the soil and the sweet fruits in the altar were not known when they would be brewed into fine wine. The white ape did not know the reason, but said it was good If the fruit is stored in this way, you can get a full jar of fragrant things. This time, you can take out the two jars to repay Mo Zhi for helping him.

Although Mo Zhi traveled with Chen Muchuan in his early years, he never drank alcohol. Moreover, most of the wines drunk in Chen Muchuan were spicy and exciting. He heard it so fiercely that Mo Zhi was unwilling to taste it, but the fine wine brewed by the white ape was Taken from the unique fruits in the cold valley, it is cool and sweet, and the mouth is very smooth. The more Mo Zhi drinks, the more he likes it, so he also tilts his head and drinks it for a long time. At this moment, a huge stone altar has been drinking When the ink pause was over, his face seemed to be different from the clouds, and his drunkenness was very grand.

"In the past, Uncle Shen advised me to drink and practice swordsmanship, but I never promised it. Today I have drunk so much wine for you, a silly monkey!"

After hearing this, the white ape didn't know if it understood, but just raised his head and hissed happily, and Mo Zhi looked at it with a smile, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying, "You have avenge of the same clan today, but my parents have a great revenge." , plus Wuxiuzhen’s life, such a bloody feud, but I don’t know when will it be repaid?”

Mo Zhi said this, and suddenly felt indignant and said hatefully: "Since I entered the sect, everyone has only advised me to be different from the evil, but why no one asked me where my enemy is? All over the world, It’s still only Uncle Shen and Uncle Qingyan who are busy with my family’s feud everywhere!”

He felt mixed feelings in his heart, and suddenly he felt a force suddenly rising from his body, and when it reached the acupoints of the hundreds of meridians, they all trembled. Suddenly, he roared to the sky, screaming loudly, and entering the clouds, and it was like a wound, directly facing the sky. Hearing his roar, his body had already risen from the ground. With a cyclonic spiral, it drove all the plants and trees around. In a trance, he saw an ice blue sword light, which was turned and attracted by his body movement. It also shoots like an arrow from the string and goes up with you.

"Drinking Bing Sword!"

Mo Zhiteng jumped, but saw the sword following him. He couldn't help laughing and shouting: "The loyalty of this sword is better than that of thousands of servants!"

After saying that, he reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, and suddenly a childish and thick cold air penetrated into his body, blending with the drunkenness in his body, making it even more comfortable. Mo Zhi suddenly turned the sword, and the sword force was Floating, relying on the power of drinking, was walking in anger on this beautiful cliff and lingering sword.

But he saw that he used his sword intent to leap high in the air, sometimes with complicated steps, sometimes with attacks and sometimes withdrew, sometimes withdrew from the hidden place. The sword moves seemed to be wild and wildly, and it seemed to have a sudden idea. It was extremely strange, and it was full of Yuxuan Sect. The sword technique is so calm and condensing, which is very different. It is the sword intent of the thirteen swords in the drinking that Chen Muchuan taught earlier.

Mo Zhi's eight styles of dance suddenly stopped and laughed sadly: "The 13-style sword technique that Mu Chuan Shu has taught, and he has only learned the twelve styles. Among the twelve styles, there are still four final ones that are not clear. In theory, if I say that the most incompetent disciple in the world, I, Mo Zhi, would be the only one!"

Mo Zhizhe practiced here and felt that his head was heavy and his feet were light. His eyes were dizzy and messy. The world was upside down. Before he could walk a few steps, he fell to the side. However, he was so intoxicated that his body was completely uncontrollable. He fell very much. Heavy, along with the self-relieving secret in my arms, fell out, and the pages of the book were turned, revealing the mottled words that were sloppy and slanted in it.

Mo Zhi opened the book with one hand, and he was already familiar with the way of doing qi and rituals. He saw the words as if he was like a face. At this moment, when he saw Chen Muchuan's almost crazy self, he was like an unruly and elegant figure standing there. In front of him, Mo Zhi thought to himself: "If Uncle Mu Chuan was here, he would be angry that I would not drink with him so much... He also said that he could only practice after drinking. Good sword...I have drunk so much now, but I still can't understand the remaining four sword moves?"

Mo Zhi had tears in his eyes, and he just stared at the manuscript in his hand. Suddenly, another dizziness came. Mo Zhi felt a misty in his mind and felt extremely uncomfortable. However, with this dizziness, he suddenly saw the handwriting of every word in the manuscript. Although it looks like a crazy cursive script, the handwriting is full of clever charm, and it is better to say that it is a horizontal handwriting, it is more like the appearance of a flying and folding sword.

Mo Zhi looked at the handwriting in the book, and at this moment, the strokes and strokes were no longer ordinary gestures, but it was like a person holding a sword to portray the essence of a set of sword techniques, and he used all the important points in front of him.

Seeing this, Mo Zhi suddenly felt a clear heart, and was even more surprised. He suddenly stood up and looked at every word in the book. At this moment, he really read the treasure. I think that the heart technique and sword techniques that Chen Muchuan had developed were all due to When I was drunk, I started writing this self-idle secret, and I was unconsciously writing the dragon and snake. I could not help but penetrate the essence of the sword in the thirteen swords in my drinking, and penetrated them into the lines. However, since the sword intent was drunk, if it was The viewer is always awake, so it is naturally difficult to check the exquisiteness of it.

The first eight styles of Chen Muchuan sword technique are strange, but the real essence is the following four styles "Drunk Sword". Mo Zhi never knew the key points of the last four styles, which is that he never got drunk. Although he has obtained the shape of a sword move, he is unable to understand the god of a sword move. Today, he is drunk and can see the true meaning of the sword in his leisurely calligraphy.

Mo Zhi looked at the book in front of him and felt that the complexity in front of him was like Chen Muchuan standing with a sword, and then exerting the thirteen swords in the drinking again so clearly. However, now looking at the last four sword moves again, it was really It is amazing and changeable, and he found a unique way of expressing his ideas. He asked himself about the stone-carved sword technique in the cave and the Hanyegu Meng family sword technique. Although they are all rare sword techniques in the world, if you want to consider the wonders of sword technique, it will be difficult to do so. Some people compare the Thirteen Swords in the Drink.

If the movement is impermanent, it will be as dangerous as it is safe. If it is difficult to move forward, it will be as long as it is going back.

Mo Zhi held the sword and smiled at the cold wind. The sword suddenly moved again. The skill of the sword was no longer comparable to a moment ago. All twelve sword moves came out, and the Ice-Drink sword turned into Make a royal blue ice curtain, the sword roars like a dragon, as if all things in the world are silent at this moment, letting other mountains and rivers collapse and plants break, any major event, we must wait for the young man to finish practicing the sword technique in his hand before Go in sequence.

At this moment, Mo Zhi had already forgotten the external objects, and was full of all his thoughts. The exquisiteness of the thirteen swords in his drinking was that the more mature the more exquisite the changes, the more they were, like a drunken person. Often, the imagination is the most strange, and others cannot see it, but drunk people can step ahead. Mo Zhi now has the twelve sword techniques in his heart. After practicing it, he feels that there are fewer changes just now. When he used it again, he felt that new ideas were born in his heart. Therefore, he used the sword moves seven times in a row, but they were different every time. The novel and strange changes also rose gradually.

After he had sorted out all the temporary changes in his heart. At this moment, he had already sweated heavily, and the drunken aura had already dissipated. At this moment, his eyes were as clear as a lake, but he was just a wise and bright mind.

through.

Mo Zhi raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling endless joy in his heart. He just practiced the moves of the thirteen swords in his drinking and was hidden in his heart. He didn't know how many times he waved back and forth, just watching the fashion of drinking at night.

At this moment, Chen Guang was already in the East Heaven, but he still didn't know that every time he practiced the thirteen swords in the drinking last night, he made further progress on the sword path. At this moment, his internal strength of the sword technique has reached the point of perfection.

Realm of.

Turning to the white ape, I saw the huge white ape, holding the stone altar that had already seen it, lying drunk on my back, snoring loudly, and a big green face. When I first saw it, I felt

It is so weird, but now it looks quite innocent and cute. Mo Zhi said in his heart: "If we are together in the world, we can be like me and the white ape. Why should we care about the difference between good and evil? Everyone depends on their true hearts.

If you are sincere and kind, how can you get a lot of hatred?"

"Drinking Bing Sword!"

Suddenly, a sound of amazement came. Before Mo Zhi could turn around, he felt a strong wind blowing at his face. Meng Yuanqiu was like flying feathers, and in an instant he stood in front of him. Mo Zhi looked at him with surprise and looked at him again.

The divine edge in his hand couldn't help but smile and said, "Master Meng Gu, this sword is from Han Ye Valley. I was lucky enough to find it, so I should return it today."

After saying that, he held the sword with both hands and respectfully handed the Yinbing Sword to Meng Yuanqiu.

Since Meng Yuanqiu succeeded as the master of the valley, he only heard that there were two swords of Yinbing and Fuxue in the valley, but only the Fuxue sword was preserved. The Yinbing sword disappeared early, so what he heard and saw were all in the Meng family.

There are patterns on the ancient books. At this moment, seeing this sword that has been left for nearly a hundred years is really placed in front of you. I felt mixed emotions in my heart, surprised and happy, and I was reluctant to take over for a while.

Mo Zhi held out for a moment, and saw that Meng Yuanqiu had not received the sword, he smiled and said, "Senior, if you want to thank me, you should take the sword first and then ask me to have a good meal. This is enough."

Meng Yuanqiu was already thinking hard, but suddenly heard Mo Zhi's jokes, and he felt a little relieved. He held the Yinbing Sword in his hand. With his deep skills at this moment, the cold air on the Yinbing Sword

, It has been difficult to invade the body, but now holding the sword in hand, Meng Yuanqiu still realizes that the century-old situation has been found. The efforts of several generations of ancestors have been caught in his hand at this moment. An indescribable sense of bitterness slowly flows through his heart.

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"Good boy, tell me where did you find the Ice Bingjian."

Mo Zhi sat cross-legged with him, how could he follow the white ape into the valley and kill the snow wolf? How could he be in danger? He had no choice but to pierce the snow wolf's back. He just saw that the Yinbing Sword was embedded in the snow wolf's spine.

, these reasons were told one by one, Meng Yuanqiu was just surprised when he heard it. After Mo Zhi was drunk last night, he also exhaled his anger and sighed: "My ancestors in the valley have searched for several generations of achievements, or

How many years have it taken to search for hundreds of caves in the valley or explore the cold and cold areas of the world? Who would have thought that this Ice-Drink Sword was in the back of the snow wolf? It seems that I have refused to kill the evil creature for many years.

, on the contrary, it hindered the discovery of the Yinbing Sword, but you found this sword, and it seems that the time has come, and it is bound to be born."

Mo Zhi laughed and said, "Does it be born? Now it has been born. I have been disturbed for a long time in the past few years, and now my injuries have been healed. I still have the method of "Wuyi Sanqiu Art". I am extremely grateful. Today I am a substitute for you.

Gu found the sword back, which is also my heart. Mo Zhi is going to return to the Central Plains in the past few days to find my Mo family enemy."

After hearing his words, Meng Yuanqiu nodded, but his eyebrows were still not calmed down, and he just said, "You are so revenge that you should have done justice for your parents' blind dates. If we were the right way, even this little bloody nature would be.

No, isn't it better than a person of the Demonic Way? But I have heard what you said about the Kaiming Sect. I thought about it more, but I still feel that it is very involved. Let me tell you in detail..."

Meng Yuanqiu was about to speak, but suddenly heard a faint sound of thunder coming from the wind. The sound was dizzy, but it penetrated through the heart, as if all sides were heard by the sound. Mo Zhi felt a panic in his heart, only to feel

Although the rumbling sound was extremely low, it faintly revealed a slight rush of sparks. When Meng Yuanqiu heard this, his face changed drastically. He suddenly stood up and said, "It was the warning voice of the Eight-sided Lingfengtai, and he was received in the valley.

Foreign enemies invade!”
Chapter completed!