After crossing the road, I married the leader of the demon sect

"I almost poured ink on my head." Yue Heng murmured.On his forehead, black ink snaked down his skin and landed on his clothes.

But at this moment, his heart is like a fallen boulder, and he still has time to raise his chin to provoke others.

"If you have time to study hard, don't come out to embarrass yourself!" Yue Heng hit his head on his chest and almost bit his own tongue.

This familiar slap, familiar force, familiar feeling!

Yue Heng jumped up all of a sudden, turned around and hugged the visitor's thigh, his voice was crisp and loud.

"Master!"

The old drunkard withdrew his hand, his eyes scanned Yue Heng carefully, seeing him alive and kicking, he felt relieved.

"The bear thing came out again to embarrass the old man!" The old drunk rubbed Yue Heng's head.

Yue Heng hugged the old drunkard's thigh, raised his arms and pointed at the black-clothed man in the wheelchair surrounded by men in black with dark complexion, and complained to the old drunkard: "Master, the crow spirit bullied me!"

The old drunkard sneered, "Practice hard and these bums can beat you? Want to take revenge on yourself!"

"I—" Yue Heng's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "I haven't practiced boxing yet. If Master taught me Kung Fu early, how could they bully me!"

The old drunkard looked at the plausible Yue Heng and shook his head.

Next to him, the "crow spirit" who watched the old and the young chatting as if no one was watching him, gritted his teeth, raised his head and swept across the dense reeds, his sinister eyes were like poisonous snakes hidden in the crevices of stones, vigilant and sinister. ruthless.

"Where's Mo Wuhen?" He interrupted the old drunkard and Yue Heng, drawing dissatisfied glances from them.

A cross popped out of the head of the "Crow Essence", and this old and young man relied on Mo Wuhen to be here, and he didn't take himself seriously, it's just ridiculous!

"I am Wu Jing, the master of the Xuyuan Sect. May I ask who you are?" He raised his eyes, showing disdain, and glanced at the old drunkard's patched sackcloth, and said unhurriedly, "May I ask if you belong to Mo Wuhen—— -servant?"

He curled the corners of his mouth and gave two "hehe" thinking it was funny.

Yue Heng frowned: "Wu Jing? Isn't it called Crow?"

The old drunkard frowned: "What Xuyuan Sect, you look so imaginary. Little thief, whether your grandpa will change his name or surname, I am Lao Jinwu, the third-generation head of the No Drunk and No Return sect. Grandpa's name is known in the world. Everyone has to call me Grandpa Jin. Hurry up and meet your grandpa, kid!"

Yue Heng looked up, blankly: "If you don't get drunk, you don't belong to the sect?"

"Why didn't I know our teacher's name is this, why don't you call it a gang?"

Yue Heng believes that the old alcoholic is talking nonsense.

The "crow spirit" Wu Jing on the other side found it even more ridiculous, the old and the young looked at their poor brains, and they were probably sick too!He glanced at the reeds again, seeing that Mo Wuhen had been hiding for a long time, avoiding people and not showing up, he guessed in his heart that either it was not Mo Wuhen who blocked his subordinates, or Mo Wuhen was too difficult to hide and could not show up.

Could it be that Mo Wuhen was seriously injured?

The flame of this guess is generally ignited in Wu Jing's heart, and the fire is like a prairie fire.He glanced at the grandpa and grandson who seemed to be no one there, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Mo Wuhen's appearance is very handsome, these two boys move and stay still, just looking at their faces, they look like his seeds." Wu Jing sneered, and suddenly pulled out a folding fan.

"Mo Wuhen, since you won't come out, I'll kill the old and the young and invite you to come out!"

A cold light flashed in Wu Jing's eyes, and he unfolded the folding fan with a "shua", and instantly, several streaks of silver light pierced the air.

The old drunkard grabbed Yue Heng and wanted to run.

Sooner or later, in the reeds, a string of round ink dots rushed into the air like pearls, and hit the silver light in midair.

Yue Heng only heard "swish swish" a few times, and then "ding ding ding." He lowered his head, and a row of silver needles were neatly arranged under his feet.

At the top of the silver needle, a bit of ink slipped down the silver needle and soaked into the soil.

"Wow—" Yue Heng applauded.

In the reeds, a slender man came out. He was fair and beautiful, with lowered eyes, and the clothes on his body were almost white.

The old scholar raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the dark group of people in front of him, lowered his head shyly, and said softly, "You who are rude, die."

He turned the brush in his hand with his fingertips, glanced at the old drunkard with his raised eyes, and rushed forward like a swan as if he had received approval.

"It really is you... Mo Wuhen!" A trace of fear flashed in Wu Jing's eyes, and then that fear turned into greed.

"After so many years, sure enough, you really ate it..." Wu Jing swallowed the last few words, clasped the folding fan tightly with his fingers, and ordered: "Take him down for me, don't cut off a piece of his flesh!"

"If he sheds a drop of blood, you have to lick it clean!"

"Yes!"

In the reeds, there are swords and swords, and Yue Heng drags the old drunkard and the old drug boy to hide behind the reeds, peeling off the grass stems to reveal only a pair of eyes.

"Master, who is Lian Wushuang? This crow spirit is looking for him." Yue Heng whispered.

"How do I know? There is no one named Lian in our village."

Yue Heng thought about it, and asked again: "Master, who is Mo Wuhen, isn't that an old scholar?"

"How do I know?" The old drunkard pulled out the cork, and just about to put it in his mouth, he was suddenly held down by a hand.

Yue Heng grabbed the old drunkard's sleeve, pressed his wine gourd, worried, "Master, everyone has weapons, will we fight with bare hands after practicing boxing?"

The old drunkard squinted at him, and said slowly, "What else?"

The worry on Yue Heng's face was even more serious. He looked at the old scholar who was walking in and out of the group of black clothes, and was dressed in white clothes like a fairy, and the light of admiration in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I, I also want to be like the old scholar!" Yue Heng stretched out his hand excitedly.

"Shua—" The old drunk quickly slapped his hand off, and the poisoned dagger cut off the reed, revealing the three behind the grass.

With lingering fear, Yue Perseverance hugged his hand and touched it.

The old drunk looked at his worthless appearance, and said: "The knights in the rivers and lakes are like the princes of the river, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of martial arts and eighteen kinds of weapons. Although we don't get drunk and don't return with bare hands, we can practice this skill well. Zuiquan, in the future you will punch Wudang and kick Emei! Don't be afraid of being bullied!"

Yue Heng immediately wrinkled his face into a bitter melon, "Master, I will use my hands to fight people with swords in the future, and if I am not careful, I will lack parts!"

"I don't know how to catch swords with bare hands. If I lose a hand and a foot, we are so poor in Shangougou, I, I will beg for food with a bowl on my head!" Yue Heng pretended to sigh, and stared at the old man from the corner of his eye. drunkard.

Hearing what he said, the old drunkard raised his eyebrows, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Hey, master, you haven't taught me anything for a year, why don't I follow the old scholar from now on!"

Yue Heng knocked his forehead to the ground.

The old drunkard's slap was much heavier than before.

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll throw you out and feed you the dagger!" The old drunkard lowered his eyes, quite majestic.

Yue Heng thought about it, pursed his lips, and tapped the dirt on the ground with his fingers.

The sword in the reed did not stop, Wu Jing was sitting in a wheelchair, and together with a group of men in black, they were evenly matched with Lao Shu.

Wu Jing was angry and anxious in his heart, if it wasn't...if it wasn't - he rolled his eyes, and suddenly saw two young people and an old man who seemed to be taking a rest on an outing.

"Kill them!" Wu Jing dodged a blow and pointed at Yue Heng and the others.

The old drunkard raised his head, suddenly raised his finger, and counted.

Yue Heng said depressedly: "What is Master doing, he wants to kill us."

The old scholar blocked the man in black who wanted to sneak attack Yueheng.

"It's been a year, almost." The old drunkard pursed his lips, and suddenly took out a finger-sized jade box from his pocket.

The old drug boy raised his eyes and looked at Yue Heng.

Yue Heng moved his head closer, "What is this?"

The old drunkard put his left hand on Yue Heng's head, pinched it with his right hand, and heard a "click", the jade box suddenly shattered, and half a pill the size of a pink fingernail fell into the old drunkard's palm.

There was a smile in the old drunkard's eyes, "Apprentice, don't say that Master doesn't love you."

The hand that was holding Yue Heng's head suddenly went down, pinched Yue Heng's chin, and flicked his other hand lightly, drawing a parabola in the air, and falling into Yue Heng's mouth.

Wu Jing, who happened to see this scene in his eyes, was shocked, as if struck by lightning, "Impossible! Impossible! How could there be a god—"

"boom!"

The old scholar kicked him away with a soft voice, "You will die if you wander off."

"Cough, cough, master, what did you eat for me?" Yue Heng scratched his neck.

The old drunkard raised the wine gourd with a smile, and brought it to Yueheng's mouth, "Take a sip, give it a shot."

As soon as the pill entered the mouth, it melted immediately.Something seemed to stick in his mouth, Yue Heng felt uncomfortable, and took the old alcoholic's drink.

"Gudong." As soon as the hot wine entered his stomach, Yue Heng's face flushed red.

"Hmm..." He suddenly pressed his stomach.

At the dantian, the fiery fire erupted loudly, like a huge volcano spewing out magma, instantly covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Yue Heng's spiritual consciousness was chaotic, his eyes were blank, and he saw the huge verdant ancient tree covered with magma and instantly turned into dust.

He staggered and clasped the wine gourd tightly.

"One cup burns your heart and stomach, two cups makes you very drunk, three cups makes you indistinguishable, and four cups makes you fall asleep." The old drunkard sighed, "You are really a good seed to learn drunken boxing."

"What, Master?" Yue Heng's eyes were blood red, he felt that he was in a sea of ​​flames, his whole body was covered with magma, even the tip of his nose was covered.

"Unfortunate, Master... I am uncomfortable."

"A teacher for one day and a father for the rest of your life, my son, the master has given you the last fortune."

"Go."

Yue Heng felt a hand pushing him.

Intense magma covered the sky and the sun, sweeping the world.In the tumbling and flowing magma, the fiery red seedlings opened their mouths wide to eat like hungry gluttons, and grew wantonly.

Yue Heng raised his long eyelashes, revealing his blood red eyes.In front of him, a man with a ferocious face chopped him down with a long knife.

"No!" The desire to survive, Yue Heng burst out with incomparable courage, he stretched out his hand, and hit the man's leg with his small fist.

"boom--"

The man flew out like a kite, swept across the reeds, and rolled into the depths of the reeds, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"!"

The man in black, who was still alive, was shocked. Seeing Yue Heng who was staggering and swaying, his heart was filled with unknown fear.

what is this?

"God, Immortal Pill. Lian Wushuang... Qingyue's Treasure is really here!" Wu Jing lay on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still wide open, and his greedy eyes were fixed on Yue Heng.With that look, I can't wait to swallow even the bones!

"Does this palm have 50 years of skill?" Someone in the reed marsh chuckled.

Wu Jing felt a pain in his back and buried his head in the soil.

Someone actually stepped on his body like a stone slab.

"How can it be 50 years? My baby has just taken medicine, and it is estimated to be ten years."

"What about the remaining 40 years?"

"Naturally digest slowly."

Wu Jing raised his face covered with mud, his pupils constricted for a moment.In front of him, stood more than a dozen people, all of them handsome and suave——all of them were people he had heard of before!

"Shenxian Pills? So many Shenxian Pills? Qingyue Treasure is gone!" Wu Jing's eyes dimmed for a moment, like a fish that had lost its water source and was on the verge of death.

He opened his eyes, and gradually lost his breath.