Chapter 1785: Youth

Southern Territory, Fengjia City, Huayue Tower.

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 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 should 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, he preached, either in 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, others 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 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 front holding two golden apricots, pointing one at the sword-testing platform, preaching about the scene of 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 his cheeks have a lot of flesh, but his whole body 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 training and lose weight if you are drunk in the wind. 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 and sober up. After bathing and changing clothes, he takes a sedan chair to Huayue Tower.

Just open the Jinxing preaching screen and select a few people to compete on the stage. This sword testing stage can support him for the rest of his life, and even support the entire Feng family.

It is not an 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 more than 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 unlikely to be there, but I didn’t look at it for a few moments, and I just 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 this is also said in ancient swordsmanship: the art of raising swords!

But I couldn't help but read the comments. Feng Zhongzui would order someone to select a few sentences from time to time, draw a lottery, and answer the questions himself.

The number of people suddenly dropped by several million. There must be something wrong...

"It can't be my fault, right?"

It has been this style for half a year, and it has reached its extreme.

Feng Zhongzui 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 "Feng Zhongzui" means "Zui", but the person is very sober!

The coolly dressed maid beside her quickly leaned over and pressed her breast, saying softly: "It seems they all went to the matchmaker. I heard something big happened."

Matchmaker?

Feng Zhongzui knows this woman.

If he is said to be number one in the preaching world, 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 has 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 head was dizzy due to the wind, the cherry stone choked out directly from my nostrils:

"What did you say!"

Shouye?

Huachangdeng?

How could a human speak these two names in such a calm tone?

The Jinxing spectators couldn't hear the beautiful woman's words, and could only see Feng Zhongzui's sudden bounce, which was filled with comments:

"What the hell, it 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 seeds!"

"Master Shou fought with Hua Jianxian in the ghost and Buddha world. Our people have confirmed it. It is true!"

?

The world turns gray for the second time.

With a drunken face turned gray by the wind, he sat back on the widened Taishi chair with a bang, almost smashing the chair.

"stop!"

He directly cut off the screen of Jin Xing, 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 this 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 when he was drunk, but suddenly he woke up with a fright. He suddenly felt like he could no longer hold the quicksand between his fingers, and said in a panic:

"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 ask Mr. Yang!"

"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 it..."

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.

He clearly had everything before counting his breaths!

He has an audience of seven million. He even loses weight and encourages swordsmanship. 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 Sword Fairy, I don't know people with my dog's eyes... What's the use of raising you? Trash! You're 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 voice sounded hoarse in the wind: "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 remained, standing upright and shaped like a sharp sword:

"Drunk in the wind, I've always been here."

With a soft call, Feng Zhongzui suddenly woke up.

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 started 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, you are the only one I have."

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 actively. He lowered his hand and said:

"How to save me?"

Xiao Wanfeng frowned: "Go to the ghost and Buddha world with me."

"Okay!"

Feng Zhongzui shouted loudly, he wanted to rise up.

He pushed away the armchair and ran forward, running towards Xiao Wanfeng. After a few steps, he was out of breath and stopped with his head down.

He supported his knees, suddenly seemed to realize something, and looked up at the young man at the entrance of the corridor.

The young man carried a sword and was full of chivalry.

He had become fat like a ball, his sword was useless and his spirit faded. Now he couldn't walk, and he was afraid of falling even when flying.

They were in Huayue Tower together, and they were the same age and debuted together.

One was underground, and the other was at the top of the sky.

Feng Zhongzui didn't think he was the one underground. He was already a superior person. He propped himself up and said, "Go, go now!" Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly and said disappointedly, "Huayue Tower is not only 108,000 miles away from the Ghost Buddha Realm as Shou Ye said, but it may be 108,000 miles away. Can you run?" Feng Zhongzui waved his hand and said, "Carry the sedan chair!" "There are already holy ghosts in the Ghost Buddha Realm. Shou Ye will carry the sedan chair for you, and you may be safe." "Brother Xiao, what are you kidding? That's Shou Ye! I was thinking, ahaha..." "Feng Zhongzui, you were the one who joked first, weren't you?" Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were cold, "Carrying the sedan chair to the Ghost Buddha Realm, do you think the Ghost Buddha Realm is also opened by Huayue Tower?" Feng Zhongzui was silent. He turned his head and looked to the north. He had fought side by side with Shou Ye in the Central Region. When they met half-saints, saint emperors, and enemy ancestors, they were full of vigor and they killed people! "A mere Saint-level ghost..."

"Hongniang's subordinates are too weak, Uncle Jin and Old Fu, they didn't even see each other, and the white-faced ghost killed them with one sword."

"There is also Shou Ye..."

"Have you seen Shou Ye in the past six months?"

Feng Zhongzui was speechless for a moment.

Shou Ye is very busy, how can I be a nobody?

He is practicing, how could he possibly see me?

"Brother Xiao, you said that as if Shou Ye had seen you..."

"I have seen him."

"What?"

"I often go to Xingjie to see Old Yang and Mr. Siren. I often go to Zhongyuanjie to see Shou Ye and Mr. Ba Zun An..."

Before Xiao Wanfeng finished speaking, Feng Zhongzui laughed loudly, this time tears came from laughing, and interrupted:

"Ha ha, Xiao Wanfeng, are you kidding? It's time, and the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

"It's not that you can't see the Eighth Sword Immortal, but whether you want to see him or not, whether you want to practice sword or not, they are all easy to talk to."

"Bullshit, I can't even invite Old Yang to the sword test platform..."

"If you can't invite him, you can't go yourself?"

Feng Zhongzui's mind was shaken, and he realized something.

He looked around, pointed at the floor, pointed at the Huayue Tower, and pointed at the two apricot beads held by his puppet-like subordinates:

"What should I do?"

"If I go, what should I do here? I have seven million apricots waiting for me on time every day..."

Buzz!

Xiao Wanfeng put out two fingers, which were covered with some silver.

He used ten sword fingers to swipe at the sword test platform in Huayue Tower. With a "click", the sword test platform broke into two halves.

Feng Zhongzui was stunned and murmured silently:

"Sword thought..."

This sword cut through the six months of decadence and broke through the reality of the illusion. Feng Zhongzui suddenly woke up...

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 was out of touch with the world - even Xiao Wanfeng could cultivate sword thought?

"This is impossible. It's only half a year. How can a person change so much? Only half a year!"

Illusion sword technique!

This is definitely an illusion sword technique!

Great illusion is not false, great imagination is normal... What the Lord said is right. Could it be that Xiao Wanfeng is jealous of my popularity and cast an illusion sword technique on himself?

"Brother Xiao!"

Feng Zhongzui suddenly regained consciousness, not daring to leave this last straw, sobbing: "Save me..."

Xiao Wanfeng still did not give up.

When he was in trouble, it was Feng Zhongzui who helped him, and he should repay the kindness of a meal with all his strength.

But he had waited for half a year and could not wait any longer, so he said in a deep voice: "Feng Zhongzui, now follow me to the ghost and Buddha world, I will save you."

Taixu was killed instantly, am I going to die?

Feng Zhongzui leaned on his knees, his sea of ​​qi was empty of spiritual energy, his hands and feet were weak, and he could not even take a step.

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng.

Xiao Wanfeng stared at him straight.

He quickly dodged his eyes, moved to the side, and lowered his head...

Just like a broken sword test platform.

It was only half a year, and Feng Zhongzui felt that there was an insurmountable gap between him and Xiao Wanfeng.

"Mr. Feng!"

"..."

"Feng Zhongzui!"

"..."

Xiao Wanfeng called out twice in a row, but Feng Zhongzui did not look up.

He understood, nodded, turned around, and walked down the stairs, leaving only the lingering sound:

"Feng Zhongzui, I'm going to the ghost and Buddha world."

"This is the ninety-sixth time I invite you, and it's also the last time."

"If you can keep up, come. If you can't keep up, Huayue Tower will support you for the rest of your life, which is not bad."

Ninety-six times...

Feng Zhongzui looked up in shock. Wasn't it the second time?

He was on a high place, watching the young man go down the stairs, his figure gradually faded away, and he felt that he had lost something again.

He ran over, leaned on the railing of the corridor, looked down, and wanted to shout.

"Keng——"

The sound of the sword humming moved.

The sword box behind Xiao Wanfeng cracked, and the sword light flashed.

Feng Zhongzui was almost blinded by the stab, and was in tears. He wiped away his tears, and there was no one in the corridor.

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

He rushed to the high platform at the top of Huayue Tower...

He suddenly saw the words he had written half a year ago, which were elegant and graceful:

"A drink in front of Huayue Tower, test the three-foot sword in your chest."

Feng Zhongzui was stunned.

He came to his senses and looked down from the railing.

The figure of the young man downstairs had gone far away, his steps were firm and never stopped, and the huge sword behind him was trembling, and the sword was high.

"Wait, this sword?"

Feng Zhongzui rubbed his eyes again, and then he saw it clearly.

The sword that Xiao Wanfeng had been carrying, the sword that had never been covered up since who knows when, turned out to be...

Xuan Cang Divine Sword? !