Liu Mang secretly shook his head. He could equal the Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao's four successful powers, of which the composition of immortal weapons probably accounted for 80%. His own moves were not following the rules, but he could only account for 10%. The last 10%,

Maybe it’s because of his long experience with swords!

Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao put away his brass sword, hung it casually on his waist, and waved to Liu Mang, "Young man, come here, I'll buy you a drink!"

Liu Mang also put the King's Heavy Sword back into the Lingbao Ring, and his whole body's strength was restrained.

The two came to a small shop, and Zhu Wuyao was busy with his business. Liu Mang appeared in a hurry, without dressing up. They looked like just two wandering knights.

Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao drank without a cup and blew directly into his mouth, which suited Liu Mang's taste. Liu Mang threw all the silver ingots in his pocket to the shopkeeper and asked him to bring ten bottles of the best wine in the store.

Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao laughed loudly: "Brother, that's funny. Zhu Wuyao doesn't have any hobbies in his life. He likes drinking the most, but you can't drink alone. It's best to drink with a kid who doesn't know the world."

Liu Mang, who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, filled the bowl of wine for the Sword Immortal and said: "Drink first, and then talk about things after drinking."

This is Liu Mang's many years of experience in socializing. No matter how big or small it is, as long as he finds it troublesome, he will drink wine for the other person, and he will drink it again and again, and he will not worry about the other party not getting drunk. The drunk man can be easily dealt with, and Liu Mang can slowly talk to him and let him

Tell the truth while drunk.

Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao, his stomach was like a bottomless pit, he poured the vat down, burped, exchanged a ladle with the shopkeeper, and drank directly.

Liu Mang secretly said: "I don't know if this person is a swordsman, but he is probably a wine wizard."

No matter how bad it is, at least he is an alcoholic. He will die under peonies and be a charming ghost. Maybe an alcoholic is more handsome than the fairy king.

It wasn't until the second tank bottomed out that Sword Immortal Zhu Wuyao showed a little drunkenness. He burped again and evaporated all the alcohol. He went into the latrine, filled the water, came out with his belt tied, lifted up the third tank, and drank in one breath.

After drinking more than half of the tank, he still said, "Good wine! Brother, let me tell you the story of an alcoholic wishing he had no demons."

Once a person gets drunk, the Sword Immortal becomes a drunkard, and the descendant becomes a younger brother. This is not important. Liu Mang is very curious about how this person became an immortal. It may be used as an important reference.

"I was born into a swordsman family..."

"Inherit the way of swordsmanship and prove it with the sword!" Liu Mang already knew the follow-up.

The drunkard Zhu Wuyao shook his head, and the brass sword under his crotch also made a clanging sound, and said: "Fart! Before I was weaned, that damn swordsman family was wiped out by the enemy, and my short-lived mother

They stuffed me in a wine jar, but forgot that the wine was not poured out, so they put me into the river and floated away..."

"Later you were adopted by a family." Liu Mang took over.

"Later I was adopted by a swordsman..." Zhu Wuyao, an alcoholic, looked at Liu Mang, "He was a peerless swordsman with extremely powerful swordsmanship. Many people in the world respected him and thought he was the strongest swordsman in the mortal world."<

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Liu Mang said excitedly: "He taught you swordsmanship and educated you as an adult. He is also your teacher and friend, right?"

"Fart!" the drunkard Zhu Wuyao said: "That swordsman is actually a goddamn drunkard. He sold me for wine money! It snowed that year, and I slept alone in the woodshed and almost froze to death. Fortunately, there was a man in that family.

The girl couldn't bear the cold, so she sent me a stove of firewood..."

Liu Mang murmured to himself: "Then you, a man and a woman, rubbed each other in a small woodshed and sparks started, and you kept doing it..."

"Fart!" said the drunkard Zhu Wuyao: "I knocked out that little girl who didn't understand the world with a fire stick, and then stripped her naked..."

"Then what?"

"Then? I put her coat on my body, ate the roasted sweet potatoes she sent, and ran away all night."

Liu Mang's mood was waning: "I'm afraid it's you who don't understand the world. That little girl also offended your eighteenth generation ancestors and may have frozen to death."

The drunkard Zhu Wuyao continued: "I ran back to the tile-roofed house and learned that the swordsman was killed by his enemy and died miserably."

Liu Mang said: "Although he sold you, you remembered his kindness, so you buried her, right?"

"Fart!" Zhu Wuyao, the drunkard, took another sip of wine, and the third tank of wine was immediately drained. "That swordsman dueled with another person for a bitch, and his lifeblood was cut off, and he was hung on the city wall.

, I went to the city wall, pointed at his body and shouted, this person is so-and-so, if he knew about it, he would be so angry that he would fight with Po Meng."

Liu Mang couldn't help laughing: "What then?"

"Then? I went into the tile-roofed house through a dog hole, dug out his sword manual from under the empty rice vat, and secretly learned the sword by myself. When I was hungry, I would go out and steal a bun. When I was cold, I would steal the clothes and quilts from next door. Others would watch.

I'm pitiful and didn't pursue it too closely."

Liu Mang murmured to himself: "I see, you understood the true way of swordsmanship under such difficult conditions, and you became the swordsman you are today!"

The drunkard Zhu Wuyao shook his head and said: "Young people, don't be too arbitrary! It's really that easy to become an immortal, the world would be full of immortals!"

Liu Mang was startled: "Then how did you become an immortal?"

"It started from the day I met Master Daoqing. When he saw that I practiced swordsmanship hard and was a diligent person, he took me under his sect."

Zhu Wuyao, an alcoholic, burst into tears when he recalled that period of time. He must have recalled those turbulent years and missed his mentor very much.

Liu Mang said: "It turns out that a noble man taught you the unparalleled swordsmanship, so that you can become the hegemon of a generation!"

"Fart!" Zhu Wuyao, the drunkard, opened the fourth jar of wine, poured it into his mouth, and said through gritted teeth: "That old bastard treated me like a beast. He had to take care of me for eating, drinking, sleeping, and going up the mountain to carry water in the spring.

, I go to the fields to grow vegetables in the summer, grind in the mill in the fall, and light a fire to heat the entire sect in the winter!"

Liu Mang was ashamed: "He took you in as a cook, but what happened next?"

"Later?" Zhu Wuyao was startled: "Later... that old bastard's disciples became more stupid than the other, and the entire sect was almost in ruins. He only thought of me and those disciples who were not up to par before he died.

, actually gritted his teeth and handed over the core swordsmanship of the entire sect to me, and also left a black iron sword. He never thought about the virtue and ability of a disciple of mine, who was the enemy of the entire sect, and everyone thought that I

By killing the master and seizing the swordsmanship, instead of becoming the new master, I became a street rat that everyone in the world yelled at. I could only pretend to be a beggar and hide under the bridge to survive."

"But even I didn't expect that during that time, my swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and once reached the level of a sword king. There was an old sword king who was too overconfident. He was pierced through the heart by my sword, and he didn't even know how to die.
Chapter completed!