Chapter 327 Drunkards and Butchers and the Altitude of Humans
Chapter 327 The Drunkard and the Butcher and the Height of Humanity (Part 2)
I don’t know who spread the word about the Devil’s Den, but everyone firmly believed it. In a small mountain village not far from Dian City, a drunkard walked into the back mountain, shaking his body.
To be precise, the middle-aged man does not seem to be an alcoholic, but a very ordinary person, but he always has a bottle of wine on him. He is very addicted to alcohol, but he is only very clean on the surface, and it does not seem to have much to do with alcohol, but
My bones are filled with the spirit of drunkenness. Everywhere I have done, there are flowers falling down. Even when I am drunk, the flowers are blooming.
In the world of late autumn, the red maples in the mountains accentuate the entire autumn. The earth is covered with a thin layer of red gauze, like a woman's body, and desires extend endlessly.
The drunkard sat on a large bluestone, took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, closed his eyes, and showed an attitude of enjoyment. Beside him was a deep pool ten feet away, with no bottom, and the strange thing was that there was no color, which was always the case.
Transparent.
A huge head swam in front of him, like a greedy child, eagerly looking at the wine gourd. The body was thirty meters long and exuded golden color, like a dragon soaring in the sky.
This is really a dragon, but a soaring dragon living outside. It has surpassed the level of dragon transformation and has reached the terrifying sub-sage realm. Wherever it is, the avenue is distorted, trembling and wailing.
The extremely tyrannical Tenglong looked like a greedy child in front of the drunkard, his eyes showing his greed for the fine wine in the gourd. Unfortunately, he did not step forward, and lay obediently not far away, looking at the drunkard.
The drunkard opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Did you bite someone?"
Tenglong shook his head and turned his head, indicating that he was not there, then turned and left. A few minutes later, a flower python as thick as an arm came to him, shaking violently in front of him.
This is an alien species from ancient times and is the overlord of the mountains. Even tigers and lions are no match for this flower python and will be eaten alive. However, they are so frightened in front of the ancestor Tenglong that they can hardly move.
The drunkard looked at the ten-meter-long python on the ground and sighed: "You almost cultivated spiritual wisdom, but you didn't transform into a dragon after all. It's unusual for a soaring dragon to appear in this place, but it's really impossible for a second one to appear.
It's possible. You felt wronged, so you became ferocious and became a mortal."
The python was even more frightened, as if it had heard the accusations of a drunkard, and hissed the Ming Cultist body to cry out for injustice. Unfortunately, the body did not tremble for long before it became silent.
Tenglong killed his descendant and looked at the drunkard to take credit. Unfortunately, the drunkard never looked at him again and stood up to leave. Tenglong was extremely panicked and rolled on the ground, blocking the drunkard's way. He was like a child when his parents left.
Previous struggles.
The drunkard touched Tenglong's head, shook his head and said: "Go back, this world is not your world. Mortals may be mortals, but they dominate this world. When the end of the Dharma era comes, it will not be your world. The protagonist is not you, go back, or
Can we still survive in this great world, otherwise no one has the confidence to continue living. The Age of Dharma End is an era of massacre, where thousands of years of destiny are condensed before our eyes, and will either be destroyed in one day, or achieve success for generations to come."
Tenglong looked at the drunkard reluctantly. When he knew that the drunkard had completely disappeared, he let out a cry of pain. He was a spiritual beast that the drunkard had subdued. His strength was rare in the world. The subduing process was very simple. The drunkard sat on the hill and opened the bottle.
, Tenglong was convinced.
There is only one drunkard in the world. This drunkard is an absolute legend. I don’t know how long he lived. I just know that there was a drunkard back then, and his disciples created the Boxer Rebellion.
Few people know the real name of the alcoholic, nor the real age of the alcoholic. As time goes by, how many people have forgotten this existence.
Those who really deserve to know will never forget this drunkard. The so-called ranking of the world's best is a joke. In front of him, there will be no comparison for a long time, because from the beginning, he has no need.
Compare.
Although some people have downplayed the world, their prestige will last forever. No need to compare, they are gods in the hearts of mortals. When Mrs. Zi from Xijing City showed her trump card, golden light penetrated the sky like a beam of light, and her breath filled the entire world. At this time,
The drunkard was brewing wine. He glanced at the sky, shook his head and sighed: "The word love can do a lot of harm to people. Wu Ming, no one can match your martial arts path, but after all, you can't see through the seven emotions and six desires. It's sad."
"Haha...Old drunkard, why are you so drunk? You are talking bad about Wu Ming. Be careful he will poke a hole in you with a needle!"
A handsome man with a handsome face appeared at the end of the road and reached the hut in one step. He looked at the drunkard with interest and laughed and said: "Yes, I finally have a drink. After running two thousand miles, there is no place to quench my thirst.
"
The drunkard showed a helpless look, and the wine gourd not far away disappeared and appeared in the hand of the visitor. Gululu, the whole bottle was gone.
The drunkard said: "Butcher, I haven't seen you for a long time. When you come here, you ruin my good stuff. This stuff is for gentle people to drink."
The butcher opened his two copper bell eyes wide and shouted: "Gentleman, you are deadlier than me. Others call me a butcher, you call me a drunkard, but you have killed more people than me. You are so polite, it sounds disgusting."
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The drunkard was furious. He hated people saying he killed people the most, so he slapped the butcher with his palm. The entire law of heaven and earth was condensed in an instant. The light that the saint would hate penetrated through the layers of space and shot towards the butcher's chest, floating in the air.
, there is no tackiness at all, this is not a human method, because there is no smell of fireworks, but it is so powerful that the entire mountain behind it shakes.
The butcher screamed strangely, rolled on the ground three times, and then stood up. Strangely enough, the attacks that seemed to be able to kill the saint were actually rolled over without making any sound.
The butcher stood up, patted the dust on his body, and hummed: "I kill people as soon as I show up. My temper is still the same as before. I haven't seen you for twenty years. Is this the way to treat guests?"
The drunkard didn't take it seriously and said calmly: "I have my own sense of how to treat guests. It's not a good thing for the world if you interfere in the disputes between rivers and lakes. Does the agreement we made back then count?"
The butcher was thick-skinned, as if he didn't hear anything. He picked up the Yuanling fruit on the dustpan, took a bite, nodded and said: "No wonder you want to stay here, the Yuanling fruit moistened with Tianxuan energy tastes very good.
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The drunkard laughed and cursed: "Go away, good things will be wasted on your lips."
The butcher ate three fruits, caressed his belly, a satisfied smile appeared on his greasy face, and sighed: "Your life is unrestrained. We are the only two people left back then."
The drunkard was silent, looked at the sky, and suddenly said: "Have you found a way?"
The butcher shook his head, his face became serious, and said: "No. What about you?"
The drunkard said: "Two years ago, I went to Cihang Jingzhai and found some clues. It's a pity that it was destroyed."
If an outsider hears it, even other holy places will be shocked. The drunkard said that he has been to Cihang Jingzhai, as if he has been to Xijing City and the capital. These seem to be nothing extraordinary, especially the matter-of-factness in his tone, which is even more shocking.
People are shocked.
However, considering that these two people have lived for hundreds of years, they have the highest qualifications in the world. The door of Cihang Jingzhai cannot stop these two people.
"What did you find?" the butcher asked curiously, "If the old nun lets you in, aren't you afraid of being stabbed to death by the flying-wing sword?"
The drunkard laughed and said: "The Flying Wing Sword can't kill me without murderous intent. The same goes for you. How do you feel after going to Xijing City?"
The butcher shook his head and said: "I can't find any traces. But there is a familiar breath, as if he has appeared."
His face changed slightly, and the drunkard asked tentatively: "Wu Ming?"
The butcher nodded and said, "Not bad."
The drunkard smiled bitterly and sighed: "What a monster, he's not dead yet. I really want to fight him and see if the title of No. 1 in the world is really that useful."
The butcher said helplessly: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. What did you give away?"
Cihang Jingzhai is a first-class treasure place in the world. Chaos air currents permeate the air, and the aura of chaos is everywhere. Mortals cannot see it. You are in this mountain, and you don’t know where to go. This is the mystery of Cihang Jingzhai. There is no destiny.
People like this will never be able to see the door of Cihang Jingzhai.
The drunkard said: "Chaos changes, the secrets of heaven are unpredictable. Although there is no trace of Pluto, I believe in the existence of Pluto."
The butcher frowned and said, "Why?"
"The owner of the restaurant said that the sky has changed."
The two of them were silent together. After a long time, the drunkard asked: "What did you find in Xijing City? What game is the old man playing in the Sky Tomb? So many people died back then, and now there are people who are idiots and believe that there is a chance inside the Sky Tomb.
It’s really ridiculous.”
The drunkard wanted to drink, but found the bottle empty, and cursed: "If I had known you were so wasteful, I would have hid it. It's really a leaky house and it rains all night..."
The butcher suddenly said: "I found some good guys."
The drunkard raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Not bad? Someone who can be called a good person in the eyes of the butcher is the leader of which holy land."
The butcher shook his head and said: "I saw two of the two legendary intellectuals in the world. Li Zhishou from Hell Gate and the one from Heaven. They are both good seedlings that can be cultivated."
The drunkard said curiously: "There is another one, the saint from Cihang Jingzhai, she should be good too."
The Butcher looked at the sky and said: "She is not good, but she is completely beyond our expectations. The improvement in strength is astonishing, just like..."
The drunkard narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Who is it like?"
The butcher said solemnly: "Wu Ming back then, he was completely invisible to us. I originally thought that to be promoted to a saint would be at least forty years old, but I didn't expect..."
Shaking his head, the butcher smiled bitterly and said: "We are standing at the same height as us. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. It's amazing. It seems that in the end of the Dharma era, there may be an anomaly after all."
The drunkard shook his head and said: "How can it be so simple to prove the truth? Throughout the ages, no one has been able to succeed. They are all talented and unparalleled geniuses. Unfortunately, they still cannot withstand the passage of time. Beauty gets old and time flies by. You and me
, will eventually turn into a Tao and disappear between heaven and earth. It will be as if it has never appeared."
Boom!
When the two of them were chatting, and every sentence revealed the secrets of heaven, and the way of heaven was laid out naked in front of them, completely fearless, Haotian was angry and wanted to lower his anger.
Endless thunder flashed, trying to flatten this mountain top, but as soon as the thunder fell, it disappeared into the void, and was forcibly distorted by a mysterious energy, and was reduced to pieces.
Feeling that the two anomalies could not be evaporated in the human world, Haotian became even more violent. It seemed that the energy origin of laws was moving, and everything was so violent.
The irritability stems from fear, because finally there is someone in the world who can ignore the rules of heaven and forcibly twist the punishment of heaven. The two looked at the sky, looked at each other for a long time, and laughed.
"Your disciple wants to enter the Heavenly Tomb, why don't you stop him?" the drunkard suddenly asked.
