"Since the predecessor is not a vulgar wine, is this wine really?"

Wang Changan said that the old man was wearing a stingy, but he had a temperament.

Make Wang Changan feel very close and approachable.

"You're polite, the old man is a wine ghost, you can't be a predecessor, look at your breath, at first glance, it is a person who practice, and he can't be a predecessor."

"However, this wine is indeed a little bit."

"What to say?"

"The vast is long -lasting, that's the current name. In ancient times, this wine was named Rouge Hot, and a Holy Lord in the Wan Yan Pai."

"This wine, three points are poison, three points are medicine, three points are red dust, and the rest is a wine."

"This liquor is full of nature, but it varies from person to person. The wine is not intoxicated and drunk. It is poisonous or red dust.

"Of course, the times are far away, which is not a rouge hot, the ancient side lost most of it.

"Wan Yan Gupai, is it strong?" Wang Changan asked.

"One of the great religions in ancient times is comparable to the holy land, it can be regarded as great glory."

"Before thousands of years, after the last holy master disappeared, it was also broken. Now there is only one old site left."

"It is a pity to say, and I don’t know if anyone will rebuild this school in the future."

"Is the predecessor and Wanyan Gupai?"

"This is not, the old man just think it is a pity."

The old man said that Wang Changan just nodded. After a while, the wine came up, and the old man really was really addicted to alcohol.

Wang Changan had to make people continue to drink.

Wang Changan asked Cangzhou. The old man said that he had heard of it, but before he had been, he didn't know how far apart.

Wang Changan looked at the old man, and he couldn't speak the charm. He always felt that the old man was not simple, and he was lonely in words.

Wang Changan did not delve into it. Everyone has their own secrets.

After dozens of pots of wine, the old man poured it down in a row, and shouted a few words from time to time.

"Lady, I think you are good at qi and blood, maybe you can go to the martial arts monument? This can be tried."

"Wudao Bang?"

"Yeah, if there are divergent today, your generation may really collide with one or two invincible."

"Moreover, if you are amazing enough, the martial arts monument will also give treasures.

"Is there such a thing? Look at that generation, this generation really has a peerless person."

"Well, above the martial arts monument, the top 100, each one is the figure of the world around the world, the surprise is unique, unknown."

"I think you are good."

"The seniors laughed, and I introduced a reckless generation. Although some of them were a little repaired, it was really not as good as those tires."

"Hey, strong is not strong, who knows it?" Who knows it? "

The old man sighed.

During the period, the old man said a lot of words, which made Wang Changan also come to the site of Wanyan Pai.

The old man wine drank a lot, and finally left and west, and others were disgusted when he saw it.

Where is this alcoholic?

When the old man left, he said in his mouth, "Not bad, really good."

I don't know if he is talking about wine, or Wang Changan.

Wang Changan also inquired with others. No one of the old man knew who he was, but some people said that he had been nesting in Hao Qi City for decades.

Nothing other things, I remember two or two wines all day.

"You are also very good."

Wang Changan laughed and couldn't see that the old man had cultivated himself, but the problem was because he couldn't see it. Wang Changan felt that he was not a mortal.

A mortal, what do you pay attention to the martial arts monument all day? Even Cangzhou knows and has seen it.

Wang Changan didn't take it to heart. After the wine was full, he spent the night in the city. The next day, Wang Changan asked someone to ask someone to inquire about the ancient facade.

Today, the ancient fabric faction has been broken, and the ancient glory is not seen at all, occupying a great spiritual vein.

Unfortunately, under the ruined of Wanyan's ancient school, even the spiritual veins were dug off. What kind of documels, spiritual medicine treasures have already been moved out.

It has already become a ruin.

In the first few years, someone came to find treasures, but to this day, how many years have passed, and it has been dug three feet for a long time. What else can be left?

Deadly, looking at the blue brick breaking the tile, Wang Changan shook his head, it was really ruthless.

The last generation of saints disappeared thousands of years ago. Since then, Wan Yan Gupai has lost the final spring.

Wang Changan walked through a corner, weeds, and many places even grew towering trees.

Only one hall was retained. Although it was broken, the original appearance was retained.

The things inside were snatched for a long time, leaving only a dozen stone phases.

Worshiping the former sages of Wanyan Gupai, the most center, holding the scriptures in one hand and pressing the ancient sword in one hand. Although it is carved by Fan Shi, Wang Changan feels a trace of rhyme.

Wang Changan heard people say that when the ancient faces were brilliant, three consecutive generations came out of the sage, and they worshiped here.

The palace was very large. Wang Chang went around, but he didn't find any strangeness. Is there any deep meaning of the old man?

This made Wang Changan unable to touch it.

The golden lotus pupil shines, and Wang Changan watched with Wang Qi. After watching it, his heart was shocked.

There is still the power of faith. Although not many, it really exists.

Is there a rumor that Wan Yan Gupai still has a heir?

How can a thousand -year change?

Wang Changan watched with Wangqi, combined with the pulse dragon qi, expanded the consciousness, and carefully looked for it in the hall.

In the end, Wang Changan looked at the stone statue in the middle.

There are no other stone statues, only the central government has the power of faith.

Fan Shi cannot consolidate the faith. The incense of faith is like a luck on earth. If it is said that when the ancient facade is hesitation, the sages are there in the world, and there are many people.

At that time, condensing Zongmen faith, this is okay.

However, the ancient Yan ancient school has been broken for thousands of years, that is, some people condense the prosperity, and will die with the decline of Zongmen.

There is no reason to stretch for thousands of years.

It is now that there are still one or two teachers in Wanya Pai, and it is impossible to gather Zongmen.

Fortune, faith, are not one person.

Wang Changan wanted to understand these. The golden lotus pupils were covered with stone, and the runes and god patterns were glowing.

Wang Changan watched it for a long time, but he couldn't see the strangeness.

But he still believed in himself, and he had a plan in his heart.

"Breaking a thousand years, if there is really a treasure, you should follow the fate and offend."

After Wang Changan finished speaking, the runes exported, and a punch came out, and the body strength surged.

Wang Changan punched it on the stone phase, and the stone phase did not blast, but clicked and cracked.
Chapter completed!