As night fell, Zhan Chen returned, and the old drunkard had already set up a bonfire. Zhan Chen laid out the food and wine he had bought. There were nearly a hundred jars of fine wine and more than a dozen delicacies, all of which were large pieces of meat.
It makes people greedy.
So the two of them sat down on the floor, put the food and wine on the floor, and sat down around the bonfire. The old drunkard smiled widely and his eyes were bent with laughter. He opened a jar of wine, and the strong aroma of wine floated in the air.
It makes people feel intoxicated by the smell.
He couldn't help but praise: A good wine can't stop the addiction. He lifted the jar and poured it into his mouth. In an instant, the jar reached the bottom.
Zhan Chen also smiled apologetically and said to himself: Of course, this jar of wine contains two high-grade Yuan stones.
Young man, you come too
Well, Zhan Chen was not polite and picked up a jar, opened it, and drank with him.
The old drunkard couldn't stop drinking and drank three cups in a row. Zhan Chen couldn't help shouting: "Senior, please take a break and have some food."
The good old drunkard was not polite. He grabbed a big piece of soy sauced pork chop and ate it up in three gulps. He looked like a hungry ghost. After eating, he laughed loudly and said: Hahaha, beautiful.
Senior, we have agreed tonight that we will fight until we are drunk and we will not stop fighting. Chen also took advantage of the opportunity to talk about it.
Yes, never stop drunk
The two of them feasted and drank heavily in front of the bonfire, the bright night in the sky, the warm night wind, and the rustling trees.
The old drunkard was so powerful that he drank dozens of dishes in a short time, and he also cleaned up most of the dishes on the floor.
Zhan Chen felt inferior to himself. At first, he could still accompany him for a few drinks, but then he gradually couldn't keep up with him. He felt dizzy and thought: No, no, I have to drink slowly, otherwise I will drink more slowly.
If you get drunk first, it will be very embarrassing.
So he slowed down his drinking speed and started to drink sip after sip. But the old drunkard didn't treat him politely and drank more than a dozen jars.
At this time, the old man seemed to be drunk, his eyes were blurred and his cheeks were slightly smoked. He staggered up from the ground and walked tremblingly towards a big tree on the side.
Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment and couldn't help shouting: Senior, where are you going?
But the old drunkard didn't seem to hear his words. He came to the foot of the tree, jumped up, broke off a long branch, and assumed a strange posture.
This was about to use swordsmanship. Zhan Chen's spirit was boosted, and he saw that this seemed to be a kind of swordsmanship.
Sure enough, what the old drunkard did next seemed to confirm his judgment. He was stumbling under his feet, but there was a certain unique pattern hidden under his feet. He was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it difficult for people to figure out his intentions;
The branches in his hands also follow his pace, waving rhythmically, sometimes quickly and slowly, calmly and freely, freehand and freehand, but there is also a trace of murderous aura in the freehand.
Zhan Chen was completely fascinated by the posture of the old drunkard. The old man seemed drunk but not drunk, seemed awake but not awake, but he could still use such a weird and mysterious sword technique. This was the sword technique of wine, born for wine.
Swordsmanship, the sword is wine, the wine is sword
However, Zhan Chen also had a question in his mind: Is this still a sword technique? It simply subverted my understanding. Sometimes the movements are as fast as lightning, and sometimes they are as slow as a turtle crawling. This kind of sword technique can avoid the enemy's attack.
But, after all, this is the swordsmanship of an old-timer. It should not be underestimated. I have to observe it carefully.
This nameless sword technique has a total of thirty-three styles. Zhan Chen only read them once and memorized them all.
At this time, the old drunkard suddenly shouted to Zhan Chen: Young man, do you want to come over and have a few moves with me?
Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment, and was ecstatic in his heart. This was because the senior was willing to give him guidance. How could he not be willing to do so? So he quickly shouted: "Okay, senior, then I will be offended."
After saying that, he drew out the Silver Dragon Kiss Sword and struck out a sword energy towards the old drunkard with all his strength.
Facing his attack, the old drunkard seemed to have no reaction. But at the critical moment when the sword energy was about to reach his body, he seemed to lose his footing. He staggered a small step, and the sword energy passed by his body dangerously.
But the old drunkard was unscathed. If other people saw this scene, they would definitely think that the old drunkard was just out of luck.
Zhan Chen's pupils shrank suddenly. The old drunkard's previous movements seemed very slow, but in the end he was very quick to dodge.
Moreover, in order to cater to himself, he deliberately controlled the speed to be at the same level as himself, or even slightly slower. But this kind of slowness beat the speed of Jian Qi.
Zhan Chen's passion came over and he shouted: "Senior, what's going on?" As he spoke, he slashed out ten sword energy in a row, forming an airtight sword net and shrouding the old drunkard.
The old drunkard staggered again with his drunken steps, dodging left and right, avoiding six sword qi, and blocking three sword qi with the branch in his hand, but the last one was unavoidable and impossible to dodge.
Just when Zhan Chen was imagining how the old drunkard would respond, the other party fell to the ground. He saw the sword energy passing through his belly, but still not touching his body at all.
But Zhan Chen didn't let the old drunkard go, and slashed a sword energy at him on the ground. The old drunkard rolled on the spot, avoided the sword attack, and got up.
Relying on his slow footwork and slow swordsmanship, the old drunkard was able to defeat the fast with slowness and calmly avoid the lightning-fast sword energy.
At this moment, the lofty principle of martial arts that only quick ones in the world could not break suddenly collapsed in Zhan Chen's mind.
Senior, if Zhan Chen offended him, he would simply rush towards the old drunkard and stab him with his sword.
Oh, good time. The old drunkard chuckled, tilted his head slightly, and Zhan Chen's sword passed through the tip of his nose.
Just when Zhan Chen felt sorry, he felt a strong momentum coming from below. He couldn't help but lower his head and saw that the old drunkard's fist had suddenly hit his armpit at some point. He was shocked and quickly withdrew his sword.
Fly back.
Unexpectedly, the old drunkard had another trick up his sleeve. He stepped back with one drunken step, stood up, and stepped forward with another drunken step. With this force of rotation, the old drunkard's body leaned towards Zhan Chen's body with all his strength.
The drunkard Pang's shoulder hit Zhan Chen's chest hard, but was blocked by a dark golden light emerging from his chest.
But Zhan Chen was not unharmed. He was also hit by the huge impact and his blood boiled, and he took several steps back.
Hey, young man, that's good. I have something good on you. This defensive martial arts skill is probably of a high level. The old drunkard said, and took the opportunity to grab a wine jar on the ground, opened the lid and poured a few big gulps into his mouth.
Watching the move, Feihong Yingxuebu Zhanchen's blood was aroused, he took mysterious steps with his feet, and his body turned into afterimages and quickly approached the old drunkard.
However, the old drunkard ignored this and continued to pour wine into his mouth.
Looking at the sword, Zhan Chen aimed his sword towards the sky and struck an opening, and suddenly drew out his sword.
However, the old drunkard stumbled, and Zhan Chen's sword missed the target by a hair. Zhan Chen immediately adapted to the situation, changed from stabbing to wiping, and slashed straight at the old drunkard's neck.
The old drunkard bent down, rolled on the spot, and rolled directly to Zhan Chen's feet. Then he raised his sword and stabbed Zhan Chen in the neck.
This move was so weird that Zhan Chen was shocked. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and lost his position.
But the old drunkard did not continue to attack him, but grinned at him and kept drinking.
Zhan Chen really didn't believe in evil anymore, so he rushed forward again, using the speed of Feihong Yingxuebu to move around the old drunkard, and at the same time, he unleashed the Golden Hidden Sword Sutra and surrounded the old drunkard with a furious attack.
But the old drunkard's tricks were too weird. His steps were messy and his body was swaying, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, sometimes bending down, sometimes rolling, and sometimes flying.
Most of Zhan Chen's swords couldn't find the right point. A few of them could hit the front of the old drunkard's body, but they were firmly guarded by the old drunkard.
On the other hand, the branch in the old drunkard's hand was like a lurking poisonous snake. It usually swayed and seemed to have no posture, but once it found a flaw, it would suddenly explode as fast as lightning.
Zhan Chen was stabbed several times by the branch without knowing it. If this was a real duel, he would have been defeated long ago. The key is that the branch in the old drunkard's hand is really elusive, insubstantial and real.
Real and virtual, sometimes it is obviously a defense, but suddenly turns into an attack, sometimes it looks like an attack, but it turns out to be a feint.
When Zhan Chen fought with him, he felt like he was about to vomit blood. In the end, he simply shouted: Senior, I give up.
Hehe, that's right, you can't beat my Eight Drunken Immortals Sword.
This set of swordsmanship is called Zui Eight Immortals Sword. Zhan Chen suddenly became interested.
Yes, this set of swordsmanship was created by me based on the legend of the Eight Immortals spread on the Wanfa Continent. Because I love drinking, it became like this.
Senior, you are being too modest. This set of swordsmanship can be called an antelope hanging its horns without a trace. It shocked me. But I don’t know much about the legend of the Eight Immortals. Can you explain it to me?
Well, these eight immortals are said to be the eight most powerful immortals in Wanfa Continent. They are Han Zhongli, Tieguai, Li Lu, Dongbin, Lancai, He Xiangu, Zhang Guolao, Cao Guojiu and Han Xiangzi.
These eight people had extremely strong cultivation and could have become giants in the world of immortality at that time. However, they were indifferent to fame and wealth, pursued freedom and freedom, and were unwilling to participate in the struggle for power and gain. So the eight people lived in seclusion together, and it was passed down as a good story in the world. It is still remembered today.
People talk about it.
Are those eight immortals still there?
I don't know about this. Millions of years have passed. Even immortals have their life spans. I can only admire them, so I created this set of swords based on their life stories.
Fa Lai.
Senior, Zhan Chen has something to ask for, Zhan Chen said urgently.
Could it be that you want me to pass this sword technique on to you?
Yes
Haha, haven't you already learned the swordsmanship?
I learned that Zhan Chen was stunned.
Yes, I showed it to you at the beginning.
No, senior, the set of swordsmanship you created is at least a heaven-level swordsmanship, not necessarily a legendary fairy-level swordsmanship. Such a powerful swordsmanship must have formulas and complex meridians, but it is just empty.
A shelf is useless. Zhan Chen said.
Haha, young man, you are thinking too complicated. My set of the Eight Drunken Immortals Sword only has martial arts moves, and there is no such thing as the running routes of the mind, meridians, etc.
Could this be just a martial arts routine? Zhan Chen was stunned.
Yes, it is just a martial arts routine.
Impossible. Then how did I get defeated by it?
The old drunkard did not answer his question, but raised the wine gourd in his hand and asked: What do you think this is?
Zhan Chen didn't know what he was talking about, but he still followed his intention and replied: This is your wine gourd.
Haha, can you guess what kind of wine is in my wine gourd?
Zhan Chen had no idea what kind of medicine was in the old drunkard's gourd, so he could only shake his head honestly.