Chapter 135 of Swordsmanship in the Four Directions of Drinking and Swords, it’s hard to calm down. After the five hundred sword energy came down, Yun Zhong really could barely hold on to it. Let’s not mention the injuries all over his body. Just the old dragon’s vomit.

Zhu's divine energy was at a disadvantage. Now that he could move on his own in his sleep, even Yunzhong himself couldn't detect the faintest trace of inner energy. He was really extremely weak.

This breath of divine energy could flow unintentionally, and it could still flow endlessly in sleep, which was extremely beneficial to the young man's practice. After all, with his talent, even if he practices in dreams, the growth of his inner energy is still slow, and it can last for months and years.

, after all, you can also save a lot of inner energy.

At this moment, it is almost squandered.

"Boy, how do you feel?" The old man stepped out from the back hall, with a smile, and handed a bottle of wine to the young man who was half kneeling on the ground.

Yun Zhong raised his head with difficulty and accidentally smelled the aroma of wine in the vat. He smiled bitterly and said: "Look at how virtuous I am now, how can I still hold the wine?" The aroma of wine is rich and fragrant, and for a young man who is good at drinking, he can naturally tell the difference.

It can be concluded that the wine in the vat is definitely not of low quality, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that the wine in the wine is gold and jade. But with the severity of his injuries and the collapse of his spirit, how can he catch it?

The old man curled his lips, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the young man's reply. However, seeing the embarrassed look in front of the young man, he still picked up two futons, sat down by himself, and then handed the other one to the young man. He saw that the young man was trembling all over.

He sat down and said slowly, "Boy, I see that you are not very old. Do you want to become a disciple now?"

Yun Zhong finally sat down. The injuries all over his body were already numb. The pain in his heart was actually a little better than before, so he replied, "I have been here for more than a few months. Master has something to do and is not in the caravan. But I expected something to happen."

After that, we can rush back to Qiling."

Unexpectedly, the old man became even more angry when he heard this. He put the drink next to the young man's knees and said sternly, "You are extremely ignorant when you worship this master. You don't even know how to teach a disciple. You are in vain to be a teacher. The most important thing in the world is physical fitness."

, even better than skills and skills. Even if you are an inexperienced practitioner walking in the world, how far can you go with such a poor body? What's more, if you set out to practice, how can you withstand the dangers of the world with your weak body? "

The old man's words were not without purpose, but in his eyes, the young man's body was indeed in very poor shape. His body and bones were easily damaged, and even if his swordsmanship was extraordinary, it was just a matter of giving up the strength to compete with the weak. When fighting against the same person, he only had the same skills, and after a dozen swords were struck,

But you can't even scratch someone's skin, so what if your tricks are brilliant?

"Since you are taught like this, it is natural that Master has the truth. Although you are a senior, you should not speak like this." Yun Zhong's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but squeeze the ancient sword in his palm tightly, and black and red blood slowly dripped down the hilt.

Fall on the futon.

Humiliating a master's sect is a very hateful act in the world. Although the old city lord didn't say anything too harsh, it was still considered a taboo.

The old man raised his eyebrows and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What? You want to quarrel with me, an old man who is in his dying years? Boy, think about it. What if I am a reclusive master with a weird temperament and get into bad luck? Wouldn't it be in vain?

I suffered five hundred sword attacks." Seeing the young man's anger, the old man said nothing more and softened his tone slightly, "Drink a drink first. As for the benefits of resisting those five hundred sword attacks, don't overdo it.

It’s too urgent. Let’s recover from the injury for two days. Although I did some deception and deception when I was young, as the lord of a city now, I will not default on the benefits that my descendants deserve.”

Yunzhong nodded slightly, tremblingly picked up the wine jar and took a swig.

With such a small movement, the wounds all over the young man's body burst open again. Whether it was the limbs or the joints and muscles, it was like a broken water bag filled with clean water, and blood spurted out.

However, after this sip of wine entered his throat, the young man's body seemed to be repaired by a long needle. From top to bottom, the cracked skin and flesh healed, the meridians connected, and the big tendons and damaged flesh and blood of the hands and feet grew out. The alcohol was very strong, and Yun Zhong was already injured.

I was extremely heavy. I just had a conversation with the old man, but I could barely hold on. After a sip of wine, I fell asleep immediately.

Even after falling asleep, the ancient sword in the young man's hand was still firmly in his hand.

"What a stubborn temper." The old man murmured, reaching out to grab the ancient sword in the young man's hand, pulling it out forcefully, and throwing it aside with a clanking sound. These ancient swords are all top-grade and can withstand

Several times of cold sword energy showed its good quality, but the old man's hand holding the blade was intact.

The old man took the jar of wine and was slightly absent-minded.

"What a pity, old scoundrel. He already has a master. If he has not yet become a disciple, I really want to accept him as a disciple for you. I am worthy of you, old man."

"If you had taken a sip of this drink back then, you might still be able to stay in the desert city, play chess and tell stories with me, and you might still be able to find a good girl in the city and start a family."

"Since I inherited your mantle and drank from him, I will treat it as an apology to you."

The old man went out and sent two servants to carry Yunzhong to rest elsewhere, while he walked in the empty space in front of the city lord's palace.

It's almost sunset.

Yunzhong held on to the five hundred swords for almost a day and a night. Except for the old man, no one knew how this young man with a joyous smile could withstand the sword energy.

The old man's face looked desolate in the glow.

There was the sound of singing in the empty field.

"It's hard to calm down, but when your mind is already calm, it's just a smoke in the countryside, so why bother chasing the evening breeze."

"The mountains are one step away, the water is one step away, and the dusty city is far away. There is no such sound in the world."

The sorrow lasts for a long time.

At the medical center, the doctor's medical skills are extremely high. He actually managed to drag the leader of the family under the eyes of Lord Yama back from the gate of hell by some unknown means. In just one day, the sharp wooden thorn was taken out from the root, leaving blood and pus in the affected area.

It was almost gone, which really made Lao Sanjin impressed and thanked him repeatedly.

"I said your fate is really serious. How many people are unable to survive, but it's good for you. Although others can't sustain your injuries for two days, you really can't survive." Lao Sanjin was sitting on the bed with a plate of seasonal fruits and vegetables.

, very happy and comfortable.

"What? You wish I died on the way so that I can take the money and break up?" The leader has just recovered from a serious illness. He is still leaning on the bedside, but his complexion is much better than the previous days. "Don't mention it.

The song is sung well."

Lao Sanjin scoffed and said disdainfully, "If a girl were to sing this song, the singing would naturally be sad and listenable, but when it was an old man's turn to sing it, it was indeed neither fish nor fowl. How can an old man be sad for spring and autumn all day long? He has no future.

.”

The head of the house also curled his lips and just closed his eyes and listened to the music. The two of them had always been like this. They often had verbal quarrels. They went back and forth, but they became accustomed to it.

Lao Sanjin, on the other hand, said that the song was nondescript, but unknowingly put his palms on his legs and tapped the rhythm.

Iron horses and glaciers, latitude and longitude ambitions, old friends meet again.
Chapter completed!