Next to the cliff, clouds and mist are shrouded in the moonlight, like a fairyland, but what goes against this scenery is a ruin not far away, and there is a man and a bird, and the bird feathers are everywhere at this moment.★Wくw    W√.

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"I'm back!"

Si Nanlie ran over quickly with a jar in his hand.

"What kind of wine is this?" Yan Feng was a little curious. Before the jar was opened, Yan Feng smelled a smell of wine, which showed that it was not ordinary wine.

"I won the bet from a drunkard seven years ago. During the Republic of China, I was buried underground. I buried it in my hands for another seven years. What are you talking about?

Si Nanlie looked aching, he couldn't buy it with money! Mom, I'm going to spend a lot of money today!

He glanced at the man and bird that were still pounding, beating you! Si Nanlie lifted the lid of the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine floated out in an instant.

Zhu Jiumo, who was still fighting, stopped fighting when the fragrance of wine came out. Jiuye was holding a board to smash his head, not hiding, and letting the board hit him with a snap.

"Old boy, you are stupid! You can't block it."

"Don't make a noise, get out!"

Zhu Jiumo's body changed back to normal size, and his eyes stared at Si Nanlie's wine in his hand, stepped forward and snatched it.

"Uncle Master, we have agreed that you have to come out and help me if you drink my wine!"

"I'll talk about this later." Zhu Jiumo's eyes lit up, he picked up the jar and raised his head and fell down.

"Stop it..." Before Si Nanlie finished speaking, he was stuffed with the whole jar of wine.

Had a burp.

"Good...wine!"

With a plop, Zhu Jiumo lay on the ground, his face was blushing, and his mouth was still slamming.

"Damn, this wine is one of the rare strong wines in the world, it's all over the place! You're just water! You can't put it home and drink it slowly, you have to play with it for a while!"

Si Nanlie was speechless when he saw Zhu Jiumo lying on the ground. He was reluctant to give up and only dared to taste it in small mouthfuls. Today, he was so sad that he was just stuffed into a jar.

The most important thing is that he came to ask Zhu Jiumo to come out to help, and now he gets him drunk.

"My master has to sleep for at least three days when he is drunk... Brother Si Nan, now..."

"Forget it, I didn't expect this old man to help me any longer, let's get it over."

Jiuye turned into a bird and landed on Yan Feng's shoulder, sighing: "Why is this old boy's virtue now? Zhu Jiumo, who was so energetic back then, has gone forever."

Yan Feng frowned. Judging from Jiuye's words, Zhu Jiumo seemed not like this in the past. As for Mao now, Yan Feng was too lazy to ask.

"Wang Xu, take your master to your house. Also, remember to come to me tomorrow night."

Wang Xu responded and raised Zhu Jiumo on his back, bowed to Yan Feng and left early.

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The night is clear and mysterious in the sky. In the main palace of Maoshan, the Nine Skyscraper Palace, in the middle of the palace, there is a man wearing a purple Taoist robe and white temples. He stands quietly with his hands on his back, but his eyes are closed.

If you only see this, no one can see it. This is a dead person.

This is the head of Maoshan, Si Nanhua.

Although he was the head of Maoshan, he was in charge of yin and yang, but he still could not escape the six realms of reincarnation. He was the head of Maoshan during his lifetime. His Taoism and laws were all in the sky and held great power. He had to treat the righteous gods like the black and white impermanence when they saw him.

But it is different after death. Once you die, it is a ghost. Ghost. You have to obey the orders of the Yinsi. No matter how glorious you are when you are alive, you have to obey the orders of the Yinsi and be reincarnated after death.

Of course, there are some people, such as Fang Mu's level, who are still powerful even if they die. As long as he doesn't want to go to the underworld, will you catch them?

You dare to arrest him!

Obviously, the Maoshan Sect has not reached that level yet.

The next day, Si Nanlie led Yan Feng around Maoshan. I have to say that these attractions in Maoshan are really good until the evening.

In the middle hall of the palace where Si Nanlie lives, more than 30 people gathered here at this moment. Except for a few of them, these people were old men, and all of them were high-level officials in Maoshan.

Yan Feng kept sitting on the side. At first, these old men would say a few words to him. After all, the identity of Fang Mu's disciple was there, and the Jue Emperor Sword could make these old men look at each other dozens of times.

But as these people gradually became more and more excited, they stopped talking and could not speak in reasoning. These old men were just talking about the ceremony tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow is the day to show your trump card. Everyone is very nervous, which is related to everyone's life and death prospects.

The debate will last until one or two o'clock in the evening before it finally ends. When the old men disperse, only Si Nanlie, Wang Xu and Yan Feng are left in the room.

"These old men are really talking nonsense! Such a simple thing, I have to make a big fuss!"

Si Nanlie rubbed his temples. The big reason why he didn't like being the head of the sect was that these old men had to chat for a long time when stealing chickens.

"Brother Si Nan, these deacons are also for your own good. I will endure it and go there." Wang Xu said jokingly.

"How about you guys come!" Si Nanlie smiled, then looked at Yan Feng.

"Uncle Master, what do you think about tomorrow?"

Yan Feng was stunned, asked me?

How can I know? I don’t understand what you guys are now and what. To be honest, I just help. You can fight. Don’t look for me for anything else…

"What should I do? Is it me? I'll do you tonight, and I'll finish it all."

Yan Feng said casually. As soon as he said this, the expression on Si Nanlie's face changed in an instant. Yes, if you do it yourself, it's more direct than anything else!

At this moment, suddenly, thick black smoke floated in from around the temple.

"Soul-Breaking Smoke! This is another set!"

At the same time, the door of the palace was closed, and there was a click outside, and it was obviously locked.

"Uncle Master, you are so smart, come on your own!" Si Nanlie smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Yan Feng coughed twice, I was embarrassed. Who knew that he had just finished speaking and started to take action. Those who didn't know thought he was an insider.

"Brother Si Nan, you have to go out quickly. We won't be able to keep our rest for long... Once this soul-breaking smoke!"

The three of them stared back to back at the increasingly heavier smoke around them. Yan Feng pulled out the Jue Di Sword on his back and frowned.

"Last time, they used this trick to trick my father, and now they're cheating me again! Do you think I'm a mud?!"
Chapter completed!