Chapter 702: Drink well

"you failed."
The Golden Dragon mask was cold.
Hu Hanxie gritted his teeth: "I really didn't expect that besides Shen Zhenyi, there was a master among them. We have to grab the shot before the others, and we can't use all the cards before we can figure out the truth"
He explained laboriously.
"Yet you failed."
The Golden Dragon Mask didn't want to listen to the explanation at all.
"The Nineteen Lords also returned from Shen Zhenyi's hands."
"The failure of others is not your reason."
Hu Hanxie was speechless. He knew that this time his hands were broken in vain and made people laugh.
But even if others enter the battle, he does not believe that he will do better than himself. Who would have expected that the unknown swordsman who seems to be dying is actually able to use the Qianlong, one of the nine secret swords, to such an extent.
Where did this man come from?
He could only bow his head and grit his teeth.
The royal family lost this face and always had to fight back!
Hu Hanxie looked into the darkness.
Ruined temple.
Yuan Shan wiped his sword. The sword body was like a flame. Under the moonlight, it was bright and like a clear spring.
The sword front was faintly bloodied, as if the surrounding three feet were permeated with smell. On this day, I didn't know how many souls were taken away under the sword.
The more murderous.
He became more deadly.
He coughed lightly, scratching his back, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky.
"I think his illness is much better."
Chu Huoluo looked at him not far away, suspiciously.
After a big war, Yuan Yuanshan's weak constitution should have become more serious, but his coughing has reduced a bit.
Is it killing and healing?
Shen Zhenyi kept silent.
His gaze rested on the winding sword and frowned slightly.
People have their own destiny. Even if they have the ability to change their destiny forcibly, whoever knows and embarks on their own destined path will be willing to accept this change?
Sometimes, the road is chosen by oneself.
Shen Sangong can change this world, but he can't change people's hearts.
He knew this already.
This night is doomed to sleeplessness.
Yuan Shan finally wiped his sword, and arbitrarily smashed the countless strange swords behind his back, raised his head, and smiled and showed his white teeth: "Do you guys want a drink?"
He said to Shen Zhenyi.
Of course, Shen Zhenyi was the only man present. Although Yuan Shan does not discriminate against girls, he still feels that it is more appropriate to find a man for drinking.
"it is good."
Shen Sangong won't drink with people casually, but what if he drinks with the hero once?
He didn't ask where the wine was, would it be good?
Yuan Shan laughed loudly, stretched his palms to the ground, and heard a muffled sound. The ground cracked, and a black wine cellar was exposed. Several mud-closed jars were scattered, and the wine smelled secretly.
"Where's Tibetan wine?"
Chu Huolu was dumbfounded.
This ruined temple is deserted, and I do n’t know how long the incense has been broken. Who will keep wine in this place? Is it the original temple wish to stay before the fall? I do n’t know how long, I dare not drink!
"I hid it."
Yuan Shan fluttered with pride and triumph, and seemed to be satisfied with everyone's surprised response.
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"Why do you keep wine here?" Chu Huoluo was even more surprised.
Is this your former residence?
It's impossible! This place is not in front of the village but behind the store. Who will live in this place?
Yuan Shan raised a jar of wine and patted the mud seal. He had to take a sip first. After thinking about it, he wiped the jar mouth with his sleeve and handed it to Shen Zhenyi.
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly. I didn't know where to pull out an amber luminous bowl, tapped my fingers, and a transparent wine slurry flew out of the jar. It fell into the bowl like a dragon, and poured half a bowl of wine slowly.
The aroma is refreshing.
"enough."
He swipes his finger, cuts the wine line, holds the amber bowl, and raises a glass towards Yuan Shanyao.
Yuan Shan laughed, and when they shook the wine jar, the two drank.
Shen Zhenyi used only a few sips, but Yuan Shan grunted and drank all the wine, and then just throw it away, shouting: "Happy!"
He's so aggressive, there's nowhere to look at the miserable ghost.
"Hey!"
Chu Huoluo wondered, and asked again: "Ask you! Why are you hiding wine here?"
"Where you are buried, always drink a few more glasses."
Yuan Shanyan blindfolded and laughed: "I have walked this road thousands of times, and I have calculated hundreds of times what kind of sniper I will encounter. With my sword, where can I go. This broken temple, just It's the limit. "
"What do you mean?"
Chu Huoluo was shocked and didn't understand what the young man was saying.
Yuan Shan opened the second altar wine, looked back at the still asleep announcement, sipped it, and then sighed: "In my life, I was born to escorting Xuan's last blood back to my hometown. I always wanted to To do this well, of course, I have to familiarize myself with the road from Xuanjia to Icefield. I have nothing to do, so I go back and forth on this road. Now, there are no one thousand times, and eight hundred times. "
The people of Long County are all confused, and are there people who are born specifically for this?
They looked at Shen Zhenyi inquiringly, and Master would always know the answer.
However, Shen Zhenyi just sighed softly.
Only Yuan Shan murmured to himself.
"I didn't have a good swordsmanship at first, I'm afraid that if someone comes, I'll have to run away, I can't escape a hundred miles away."
"Later, I built it higher and higher, and calculated that it wouldn't be too hard to die for thousands of miles, but in any case, I couldn't escape half of this journey."
"I thought that as long as the swordsmanship became stronger, we would be able to outperform everyone, but I did n’t know that manpower was sometimes poor. The swordsmanship had its limits after all. Even though I was lucky enough to practice the secret swordsmanship, my own qualifications Can only get me that far. "
"Unless I die."
He looked stunned, yet with determination and arrogance.
Human qualifications cannot be broken.
But working hard, it is possible to break through.
In the true sense--
--spell! Life!
Today's battle, the sick sword Xianyuan Mountain is bound to be famous all over the world, but who can imagine how his sword skills were trained and what the price was.
"I know I can Xuan's blood and flee, and I know I will die."
After realizing this reality, it will not be so difficult to accept.
Anyway, when the grandmother Xuan Xuan gave him favor, he also planned to break his bones in return.
This is not the same result.
"And, I can't get to the end."
The seventh master of God's human condition can accurately know his own physical condition.
He knew he would die halfway.
He knows his limits.
In this case, of course, he has to choose a place where there is wine to die.
Because of the cough, he has never had a drink in his life.
You can be happy at least once before you die.