The Huayue Tower half a year ago was just an insignificant part of the entertainment venues in the sinful land of the Southern Territory.
But he became famous since Feng Zhongzui, transformed into the most powerful preacher in the world, and put on the great cloak of "Zhongzui Emperor".
"Have a drink in front of Huayue Tower and test the three-foot sword in your chest!"
At that time, the words that passed through the drunken mouth of the wind were widely known in the five realms.
It doesn't matter who you said it to in the first place or what the content was.
These words were quite popular, and after a lot of hype, Huayue Tower jumped up and became the number one brothel in the southern region.
Some people even put forward the slogan: "The first building in the sky, the Huayue Tower in the world, the two buildings stand side by side, seeking the Tao and finding happiness."
Huayuelou was so frightened that her legs went weak and she didn't even dare to scream.
This slogan is Fengzhong Zuiti and Huayuelou. Huayuelou invites people to stir up the popularity in various places in the five regions.
How can I put it, Fengzhongzui and Huayuelou complement each other.
After preaching at that time, countless people from the five regions came to Huayue Tower to invite Feng Zhongzui for a drink, and Feng Zhongzui was happy to make friends.
He is now considered half the owner of Huayue Tower.
On weekdays, when preaching, it was either at the Feng family mansion, telling people about some of the Feng family's deeds in the Southern Region, or showing off the glory of the past.
Some are jealous, some are repulsive.
So more often than not, he would stay in the Huayue Tower, or on the "Sword Testing Stand" with that famous saying hanging on the top of the tall building.
"Master Feng, something big has happened!"
"Rang Rang, I'm looking for Mr. Feng, thank you!"
At this time, the sword trial stage was overcrowded.
Feng Zhongzui invited two ancient sword cultivators to compete on the stage.
He was licking melon seeds, crossing his legs, and from time to time gave pointers and comments to the people on the stage.
There was someone in the front holding two golden apricots, pointing one at the sword-testing platform and preaching about the martial arts competition, and the other at Feng Zhongzui, listening to his comments.
It is worth mentioning that...
Drunk in the wind, it becomes mellow.
Not only the cheeks have a lot more flesh, but the whole person is the same.
He was sitting on the Taishi chair, his posture was relaxed, his lower abdomen was slightly bulging, he was six months old, his chin was stacked up to five levels, and his eyes were narrow and squeezed by flesh.
Compared with half a year ago, Feng Zhongzui no longer has the handsome appearance of a young man, but has a little more aura of wealth and wealth - people can still gain weight even before middle age.
Among his preaching scenes, only a few were directed at the two people competing on the stage, and most of them were intoxicated by ridicule:
"Stop drinking. It's the sixteenth time today. You are really good at drinking!"
"Eat less roast chicken. My drunken emperor doesn't even look at how big your belly is. Do you really not care about this? I do. I want to wash my eyes!"
"I've accepted it, but it really doesn't work anymore. Go and practice spirit refining in Feng Zhongzui and lose weight. How can Gu Jianxiu be so lazy? Now you have to feed me a chicken drumstick?"
"Give me back the young Feng Zhongzui! Who are you? Get off the Zhongzui Emperor!"
"You still want to eat? You lost someone, and you went to see the matchmaker!"
"Hong Niang? Hehe... Bai Niang, aunt! Feng Zhongzui likes it best!"
"..."
Not to mention, it’s really disappointing.
At first, Feng Zhongzui didn't care.
His daily routine now is to wake up, sober up, take a shower and change clothes, then take a sedan chair to Huayue Tower.
Just open the Jinxing preaching screen and select a few people to compete on the sword. This sword testing platform can support him for the rest of his life, and even support the entire Feng family.
It would be no exaggeration to say that he is now the cash cow of the Feng family in the Southern Territory!
As for the number of spectators in the Jin Xing screen, the number of spectators is unstable. Sometimes it is over seven or eight million when it is good, and it is five or six million when it is bad.
who is he?
The drunken emperor!
No matter how bad it is, can people fall to five or six?
But right now, five or six people are not that big of a deal, but I didn’t look at it for a few moments, and then I remembered that it was more than seven million. How did it suddenly become three million?
"Where are the people?"
I glanced at the number of people in the wind and was so frightened that I jumped up...I couldn't get up at all!
He changed to a more comfortable position and whispered to the ragged beauty beside him: "Where are the people? Let me see what's going on."
Feng Zhongzui doesn’t bother reading reviews while explaining.
When he was carrying the preaching mirror, he did not have this habit.
Now there are seven million people, and he can't read each comment, and they all accuse him of getting fat, and he is not happy to read it.
How did they know that there is also a saying in ancient swordsmanship: cultivating swordsmanship!
But I couldn't help but read the comments. Feng Zhongzui would order someone to sift through a few sentences from time to time, draw a lottery, and answer the questions myself.
The number of people suddenly dropped by several million. Something must have gone wrong...
"It can't be my fault, right?"
It has been this style for half a year, and it has reached its extreme.
Drunk in the Wind is just getting fat, not stupid. If he really wants to lose weight, he still has the perseverance, but he just doesn't want to.
There are many preachers and hundreds of schools of thought contend.
Even though I ate my first crab, if I didn’t recognize it, I would soon be drowned in the big waves.
The name "Wind Zhongzui" means "Zui", but the person is very sober!
The maid in cool clothes next to her quickly leaned over and pressed her breast, saying softly: "It seems that everyone has gone to the matchmaker. I heard that something big happened."
Matchmaker?
Fengzhongzui knows this woman.
If he is said to be number one in the preaching world, then the matchmaker is coming from behind and is likely to overshadow him.
——Of course, this is based on the fact that she is still a thin person, and now she has no chance of winning!
Unless the sky falls.
Or maybe she was accompanied by Master Shou.
"How is it possible, haha..."
Feng Zhongzui laughed thinking about this. He couldn't even contact Master Shou for half a year. If Master Shou really wanted to come back, he would definitely be his first choice.
With someone else?
We still have to establish a tacit understanding, how tiring!
"What's the matter?" Feng Zhongzui asked.
The maid next to her bent her chest again, fed a cherry, and said: "I heard that the matchmaker found Master Shou in the ghost and Buddha world, and is fighting with Hua Changdeng."
?
The world isolates me...
The world suddenly turned gray and white, and not even a trace of color could be seen in front of my eyes. After my brain was dizzy due to the wind, the cherry pit choked out directly from my nostrils:
"What did you say!"
Shouye?
Huachang lantern?
How can humans speak these two names in such a calm tone?
Jin Xing’s spectators couldn’t hear the beauty’s words, but could only see Feng Zhongzui’s sudden bounce, which was filled with comments:
"What the hell scares me to death!"
"Fat bullet shot, nostril cherry!"
"Please, lose some weight. The pig's head suddenly sticks to your face and makes my little baby cry..."
Behind the sword-testing platform, the Feng family messenger, who had been squeezing for a long time and couldn't squeeze in, had no choice but to jump up high, wave his hands, and shout:
"Master Feng, stop cracking melon seeds!"
"Master Shou fought with Hua Jianxian in the world of ghosts and Buddhas. Our people have confirmed it. It is true!"
?
The world turns gray for the second time.
In the wind, his face was ashen from the drunkenness, and he sat back on the widened Taishi chair with a bang, almost smashing the chair.
"stop!"
He directly cut off the Jinxing screen, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said to the people around him:
"Go to Xingjie and contact Mr. Li. I want the exclusive right to preach this battle and all subsequent battles. Whatever they ask, I have Lingque!"
The messenger had already expected it and replied: "Master Li is not here..."
"Then contact Mr. Zhu!"
"Master Zhu doesn't pay attention to these things. He always doesn't like you, Mr. Feng... uh, us."
"Muzi Li, we invited so many people to drink, but you can't even get in touch with anyone who can talk?"
"No time for all..."
"Where is the Semi-Saint Zang? I have a drinking friendship with him!"
"Senior Zang Ren is also in retreat..."
Feng Zhongzui was originally dizzy, but when he drank the wine, he woke up with a fright. Suddenly he felt like he could no longer hold the quicksand between his fingers, and he panicked:
"Old Patriarch..."
"Master Feng, have you forgotten? My old master advised you to practice swordsmanship before, but you said you would practice it later, and he stopped seeing you."
"Take my warrant! Go and ask for Yang Lao!"
"Three months ago, Yang Lao, Mr. Tongsiren went to Xingjie to teach, but he has not returned yet..."
"Then please come back!"
"Master Feng, I've invited you dozens of times before, have you forgotten? I wanted Mr. Yang to go to the sword trial stage before, but he always ignored him..."
Ding.
Drunk and paralyzed in the wind, his heart beat rapidly, his face was as white as paper, and he had the illusion of being abandoned by the whole world.
It was clear that he had everything before counting his breaths!
He has seven million viewers. He even loses weight and persuades swordsmen. They are just making fun of him... right?
"Master Feng, you have sweated a lot. Please wipe it for you~"
The maid next to her came over again with her breasts lowered. She suddenly became drunk in the wind, slapped the girl away, and shouted loudly:
"waste!"
"I don't know Master Shou, I don't know Hua Jianxian, I don't know people with my dog's eyes... What's the use of raising you? You are trash! You are all trash!"
The whole hall was dead silent, and people were in panic.
Being drunk in the wind is like drowning, and you can no longer find anything that can support your current weight.
Until he had a flash of inspiration, his eyes widened, and he grasped the last straw:
"Xiao Wanfeng!"
"Yes! Xiao Wanfeng, quickly go to Xingjie to find Xiao Wanfeng!"
"I have a good relationship with him... No, I have a deep friendship with him. We are inseparable friends! He will help me, he will definitely help me!"
The messenger was indifferent.
Drunk in the wind, his voice was hoarse: "Go, why are you standing there in a daze?"
The messenger opened his mouth, glanced to one side, and sighed, but remained silent.
The sword test platform was empty.
At the corner of the corridor, they were scattered, scattered, and finally only a single figure was left, standing upright and shaped like a sharp sword:
"Drunk in the wind, I've always been here."
A soft call made me suddenly wake up from being drunk in the wind.
He raised his eyes and saw that the young man of the same age at the entrance of the corridor was majestic and heroic, carrying a giant sword and a casket behind him.
"Xiao Wanfeng..."
Feng Zhongzui stood up again from the Taishi chair.
He suddenly recalled that Xiao Wanfeng did not live in Xingjie like him. This guy only went there once and then came back.
Guys who don’t know how to enjoy...
But he has been in Huayue Tower...
Yes, he had made an appointment with me before to go to the ghost and Buddha world to experience together. Are you waiting?
No, in the past six months, as soon as Jinxing Missionary School opened, I ran out of time. I didn’t mean to delay it, but I did completely forget about Xiao Wanfeng in the end, until now...
"Brother Xiao!"
Feng Zhongzui blinked hard, wiped away tears, and stretched out his hand to greet:
"Brother Xiao, save me! Brother Xiao, save me!"
"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong...Brother Xiao, I only have you."
Xiao Wanfeng was not like the thousands of visitors to Huayue Tower in the past six months who rushed towards him. He still stood where he was and spoke calmly:
"I can't save you. The only one who can save you is yourself."
Feng Zhongzui opened his mouth and wanted to step forward, but it would be too cheap to approach him proactively. He lowered his hand and said:
"How to save me?"
Xiao Wanfeng frowned: "Come with me to the world of ghosts and Buddhas."
"good!"
Drunk and drunken in the wind, he must rise up.
He pushed open the Taishi's chair and ran forward, towards Xiao Wanfeng. After a few steps, he was out of breath and stopped with his head down.
He propped up his knees and suddenly seemed to realize something. He raised his eyes and looked at the young man at the entrance of the corridor.
The young man carries his sword and looks chivalrous.
He has become a fat ball, his sword is useless and his spirit has faded. Now he can't walk, and he is afraid of falling even when flying.
We are both in Huayue Tower, and we are of the same age and debuted together.
One is under the ground and the other is at the top of the sky.
Feng Zhongzui didn't think that he was the one in the underground. He was already a master. He held himself up and said:
"Go, go now!"
Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly and said in disappointment: "Huayue Tower is not only 108,000 miles away from the world of ghosts and Buddhas as Master Shou said, but also 108,000 miles away. Can you run?"
Feng Zhongzui waved his hand: "Carry up the sedan chair!"
"Saint-level ghosts have appeared in the ghost and Buddha world. Master Shou will carry the sedan for you. You may be safe and sound."
"Brother Xiao, are you kidding me? That's Master Shou! I thought, haha..."
"Drunk in the wind, you were the first to make a joke, wasn't it?" Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were cold, "When you carry a sedan chair to the ghost and Buddha world, do you think the ghost and Buddha world is also owned by Huayuelou?"
Drunk and silent in the wind.
He turned his head and looked north.
He once fought side by side with Master Shou in the Central Territory. He met half-saints, saint emperors, and enemies of ancestor gods. They were so high-spirited that they killed each other indiscriminately!
"A mere holy-level ghost..."
"The matchmaker's men are too weak. Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu didn't even meet each other, so they were killed by the white-faced ghost with one sword."
"Isn't there still Master Shou..."
"Have you seen Master Shou in the past six months?"
Drunk in the wind, I was speechless for a moment.
Master Shou is very busy. How big is my rank?
He is cultivating, so how can he meet me?
"Brother Xiao, you said this as if Master Shou saw you..."
"I've seen it."
"What?"
"I often go to the Xingjie to see Mr. Yang and Mr. Siren. I often go to the Zhongyuan world to see Master Shou and the Eight Masters..."
Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish his words, Feng Zhongzui laughed loudly, this time with tears coming from his laughter, and interrupted:
"Haha, Xiao Wanfeng, are you kidding me? How long has it been? The Eighth Sword Immortal..."
"It's not that you can't meet the Eighth Sword Immortal, but whether you want to meet him or not, and whether you want to practice swordsmanship or not, they are easy to talk to."
"Fart, Mr. Yang, I can't even invite you to the sword testing platform..."
"If you don't come, you won't go yourself?"
Feng Zhongzui's mind was shaken and he noticed something.
He looked around, pointing at the floor, at the Huayue Tower, and at the two apricot beads held by his expressionless servants:
"What am I going to do?"
"I'm going, what should I do here? I have seven million apricots, waiting for me on time every day..."
Buzz!
Xiao Wanfeng held out two fingers together, with a little silver attached to them.
He used his ten-segment sword finger to move towards the Huayuelou sword testing platform, and with a "click", the sword testing platform split into two halves.
The wind was drunk and sluggish, muttering silently:
"Jian Nian..."
This sword cut through half a year of drunkenness and wealth, cut through the mirror of reality, and woke up from the drunkenness in the wind...
No!
He didn't want to wake up.
He felt like he was going crazy.
He had been decadent for half a year, and he actually broke away from the whole world - even Xiao Wanfeng could practice sword reading?
"This is impossible. It only takes half a year. How can people change so much? It's only half a year!"
Fantasy swordsmanship!
This is definitely a fantasy swordsmanship!
The illusion is real, the thought is normal... Master Shou is right, Xiao Wanfeng is probably jealous of my popularity and used the phantom sword technique on himself, right?
"Brother Xiao!"
Drunk in the wind, he regained consciousness again. He did not dare to stay away from this last life-saving straw, and sobbed: "Help me..."
Xiao Wanfeng still didn't give up.
When you are in trouble, it is the helping hand of a drunkard in the wind, and you should repay the kindness of a meal with all your strength.
But after waiting for half a year, he couldn't wait any longer, so he said solemnly: "Feng Zhongzui, follow me to the ghost and Buddha world now, and I will save you."
Taixu was instantly beheaded, should I die?
Drunk in the wind, I leaned on my knees. The air in the sea was empty of spiritual energy. My hands and feet were all weak and I couldn't even lift a step.
He looked at Xiao Wanfeng.
Xiao Wanfeng stared at him.
He quickly averted his eyes, moved to the side, and lowered his head...
It's like a broken sword-testing platform.
It had only been half a year, and Feng Zhongzui felt that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and Xiao Wanfeng.
"Master Feng!"
"..."
"Drunk in the wind!"
"..."
Xiao Wanfeng called twice in succession, but he was drunk in the wind and did not raise his head.
He understood, nodded, turned around, and walked down the corridor, leaving only a lingering sound:
"Drunk in the wind, I went to the world of ghosts and Buddhas."
"The ninety-sixth time I invite you is also the last time."
"If you can keep up, you can come. If you can't, Huayue Tower will support you for the rest of your life, which is not bad."
Ninety-six times...
Feng Zhongzui raised his eyes in confusion, wasn't it the second time?
Others were high up, watching the young man go downstairs, his figure gradually fading away, and felt that he had lost something again.
He ran over, clung to the railing of the corridor, looked down, and wanted to shout.
"Keng——"
The sword roared.
The sword box behind Xiao Wanfeng cracked open, and the sword light flickered.
Feng Zhongzui was almost blinded by the flash, and his face burst into tears. He wiped away his tears, and no one was seen in the corridor.
"Xiao Wanfeng!"
He rushed to the high platform at the top of Huayue Tower...
He suddenly saw the words he had inscribed six months ago, elegant and unrestrained, like a phoenix dancing like a dragon:
"Have a drink in front of Huayue Tower and test the three-foot sword in your chest."
Feng Zhongzui was stunned.
After coming back to his senses, he leaned on the railing and looked down.
The figure of the young man downstairs has gone away, his steps are firm and never stop, the giant sword behind him is trembling, and the sword is high-spirited.
"Wait, this sword?"
Feng Zhongzui rubbed his eyes again, and then he could see clearly.
The sword that Xiao Wanfeng had been carrying, the sword that had been uncovered for some time, turned out to be...