Chapter 1437 Can't Finish the Glass of Wine!

The night was deep, and the flowing stars were intertwined into a net, covering the entire world. ,

Under the Tiger Roaring City, countless arm-thick torches lined up in a row, and with the blessing of the immortal spells of the practitioners, the light blended into one piece, shining like daytime.

After a whole day of fighting, the nearby flood water was drained away, and the bricks and rocks dismantled from the ruins of Huxiao City were used to build simple dikes and dams, expanding the area of ​​each isolated island and gradually connecting it to the At the same time, it seems that the land on the bottom of the sea bulges up one by one.

On the huge open space, with the big porridge pot as the core, it was divided into independent areas by the flags of various sects, and a large number of ditches, pits, and earth walls were dug out, and stone locks were placed on the compacted ground. , stone hammers and other equipment for hardening muscles and bones, as well as weapons such as knives, guns, swords and halberds.

There are also airtight tents, inside which are placed the secret detection magic weapons of various sects, which are specially used to detect the root bone and spirituality.

"Drink! Drink!"

Countless emaciated victims, like wild dogs, have not yet recovered from the horror of the flood, they crawled and rolled on the pits and earth walls, and crushed themselves with stone locks and stone hammers. With blood on their mouths, they refused to give up. The victims who had learned some knives, guns, sticks, and superficial kung fu even risked their lives, dancing with big guns or steel knives so vigorously that water could not get in!

These are the major sects that have opened their gates under the Tiger Roaring City to recruit troops.

These days, although three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged people are everywhere, most of the people are naked, hungry, and have no arms, and they will crookedly limp when the wind blows. If it goes on, it will only waste food, and it will be of no use to the cultivation sect.

When natural disasters strike, no one is discriminated against. Not only ordinary people want to flee, but even wealthy households who have the ability to drink and eat meat, keep fit, and practice martial arts also want to flee.

Fleeing all the way, after a lot of tossing, and still having the strength to complete the tests arranged by the cultivation sect, there is nothing to say about the aptitude and roots, even if you can't be an inner disciple, you can be an outer disciple or a servant or tenant of a vassal family of the cultivation sect , are more than enough.

What's even better is that these people are different from the locals recruited by the cultivation sects in their respective spheres of influence. In order to survive, they are even willing to sign the contract of sale.

As the saying goes, "During the cultivation period, you should die and run away, each with his own destiny. Even if you are successful in cultivation, you must serve your master and the sect for life. If there is any disagreement, the sky will strike five thunderbolts, and everyone will be punished"!

Those who are strong and strong, have left their hometowns, and signed a contract of selling themselves, are the best sources of cannon fodder for the cultivation sect.

For example, when two immortal masters fought, "slap" a palm thunder, killing dozens of disciples of the opposite sect at once, basically these people died.

Or to explore extremely dangerous ruins, mysterious demon caves, or to confront enemies such as the White Lotus Sect, Huntian Army, and Youyun Ghost Riders. Of course, these people are the first to be sent out.

All these things were told by Dan Fengzi to Li Yao.

This made Li Yao even more disgusted, he couldn't bear it for a second.

In Huxiao City, another more intense dispute is erupting, including the six major sects of Taixuan Dao and Ziji Sword Sect, as well as many Central Plains sects who came to rescue the disaster. How to allocate the large amount of resources, including magic weapons, crystals and the low-level disciples of the Tiger Roaring Hall.

Only then did Li Yao know that even if the low-level disciples of Huxiaotang might have participated in the actions of the Black Demon Sect, they were not guaranteed to die. Dazong sent them to "strictly control" and give them a chance to "renew their lives and start a new life".

Looking at those feather fans and towels, the high-ranking monks with immortal demeanor, one by one, like hungry hyenas, pounced on the huge corrosion of the Tiger Howling Hall, tearing off pieces of bloody stinky meat without restraint, Li Yaozhen is completely disappointed in these "famous and decent families" in the ancient Xiu world!

He finally understood that these "well-known and decent sects" really came here under the guise of disaster relief, just as the Hall Master Huxiao and Heisha Master said, to reap the benefits.

Think about it too, if most of the ancient cultivators didn't have this kind of virtue, how could the super civil war that swept through the three thousand worlds break out and destroy the entire ancient civilization of comprehension?

Even from the experience of senior "Chaos" Bayan, one can see through most of Gu Xiu's true colors!

Li Yao didn't want to stay in such a decayed and declining world of ancient cultivation anymore. He couldn't wait to return to the modern world of cultivation and civilization.

Even dealing with the ruthless human empire, or the ruthless, machine-like covenant alliance, seems to be better than mixing with these sanctimonious guys, listening to their "do justice for the sky, kill demons and demons" "The nonsense!

Li Yao made a decision.

Once the matter of the White Lotus Sect is over, I will find an excuse to go out and travel for a while, go to the No. 2 satellite of the Ancient Sacred Realm, and build the Astronomical Torch!

He walked around in the dark night alone, getting farther and farther away from Tiger Roaring City.

Behind is the brightly lit and noisy city, and in front is the smelly and rotten fields ravaged by floods.

But he couldn't tell the difference, one before the other, which one is the ghost and which one is the human world!

Suddenly, Li Yao smelled a slightly pungent aroma, which was some kind of rich and mellow medicinal wine, mixed with seven or eight kinds of meaty aromas, which tantalized the soul.

Faintly heard a hearty laughter from far ahead.

Li Yao became curious, held his nose, and walked towards the direction where the fragrance was coming from.

After walking for a long time, I saw a dilapidated small sampan leaning under a tree with a crooked neck that had been struck dead by lightning, in a small muddy puddle.

A large pot was set up next to it, and "Gudu Gudu" didn't know what was cooking. The aroma made the lid of the pot "snap" and it almost condensed into milky white smoke overflowing.

There are also wine, dozens of jars of old wine lined up, the light wine jars are all good things that are shiny with oil, and faintly exuding a dark golden light, and there is a stamp on the mud seal, which looks like a majestic tiger. It is a fine wine collected by Huxiaotang!

On the small sampan, there were two people sitting one end at the other. They were handsome and unrestrained, the wonderful monk Kuchan, who was not shy about meat and vegetables, and the ragged, sloppy, extremely filthy beggar Ba Xiaoyu!

Master Kuchan and Ba Xiaoyu seem to be old friends who have known each other for many years.

Ba Xiaoyu copied it casually, sucked up a jar of old wine with spiritual energy, broke the mud seal, poured the honey-yellow liquid into two large water ladles, clapped his hands and laughed: "Hu Xiaotang's bastards, kill people!" Setting fires and doing all kinds of evil, they are worse than mangy dogs! But the 'bear heart, leopard and tiger bone wine' they concocted are really the best wine in the world! The first time the beggar saw the two father and son surnamed Duan drinking, he was so greedy. Even the worms are going to come out of the throat, I can't wait to jump down, punch one by one, knock it down, and drink up all the old wine!"

"After a year of hard work, I finally waited until today. In the words of the monk, it is really Amitabha, so wonderful! Hey, monk, there are thirty jars of wine here, you drink one jar, and the rest is for beggars to drink. If you don't have enough, eat more some meat!"

After all, Ba Xiaoyu held up the water ladle with both hands, opened his bloody mouth wide and threw away the monsters in the blood demon world. Li Yao had never seen anyone who could open his mouth so wide and take a sip. There is not even a drop of the tiger bone wine left!

"Heck!"

Ba Xiaoyu burped earth-shatteringly, and laughed loudly, "I can't finish the wine in the glass, I can't cut off the head of the wicked, happy, happy!"

He was not in a hurry to pour the second scoop of wine, but he stretched his fingers apart and sucked two more jugs of wine with spiritual energy. With a shake of his arm, the two jugs of wine were thrown high into the air, and smashed to pieces with a "bang"!

"Leiyinmen! Qingxia City! Wuxiangzong... and all the people who were killed by the Black Sha Sect, all the cultivators and ordinary people, today, you can finally rest in peace!"

The fine wine was like rain, pouring out one after another, like fragmented stars, sprinkled on the dark land.

Master Kuchan sighed, and holding the string of fist-sized rosary beads, he floated into the air in vain. Amidst a series of quiet and stable scripture sounds, he slowly rotated and emitted an extremely soft light.

"What kind of nonsense, eavesdropping there, stealing the beggar's wine!"

Ba Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, spat, and cursed in Li Yao's direction.

Li Yao frowned secretly. He didn't hide, but walked over boldly. Although the place was dark, under the shining stars, with Ba Xiaoyu's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible not to recognize him.

Now that you know who he is, why do you have such an attitude?

Li Yao felt that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu had a strong hostility towards him.

Monk Zhanger really couldn't figure it out. Li Yao was sure that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu and Master Vulture should be strangers to each other, and there was no grudge between them.

"Old bus, be safe and don't be impatient."

Master Kuchan stopped chanting, opened his eyes slightly, smiled at Li Yao, then turned his head to Ba Xiaoyu and said, "I see that the vulture benefactor's eyebrows are fixed and his eyes are sharp but not hurt. On the Yintang, there is not much ferocity and ruthlessness, it does not look like a man who is insane, cruel and bloodthirsty, and an inhumane generation!"

"There are rumors in the cultivation world that he once wiped out several tribes with blood, and his reputation spread throughout Wunan. The monk knows that you are jealous, old man, so naturally he doesn't want to be with such a person."

"But from the perspective of the monk, I don't think the present vulture benefactor is such a person."

"Either, there is a hidden story in this matter, the rumors are wrong, and rumors are spreading rumors. After all, it was almost a hundred years ago; or, after the Vulture Benefactor received the inheritance of Yan Zhu, the swordsmith of the Great Zhou, he really came to his senses and felt pain. Change your past, reborn, and start a new life!" (To be continued.)

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