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Chapter 113 Feng Mo and Qin Fan

On the cliffs, there are thunderous hanging springs and waterfalls pouring down from the peak.

With the sound of gurgling water, a black shadow walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

There is a cemetery where the clothes of 17 nine people who died in Wuyou Villa 130 years ago are buried.

The visitor made almost no sound of footsteps. He walked forward quietly until he came to a cloak mound. He carefully cleaned up some weeds around him.

After all this was done, Feng Mo stood silently in front of the tombstone, with neither joy nor sadness on his expression, only the rustling wind could be heard in his ears.

The scorching and dazzling sun hangs high above the sky, slowly moving towards the west. It was originally a warm golden red, but in the end there is only a dull red, as if it is about to lose all its brilliance.

The afterglow of the setting sun dotted with stars, against the shadow of Feng Mo left a long line, almost level with the horizon.

"Maybe you should cry a lot, or maybe you should show a relieved smile."

Hearing the sound, Feng Mo turned around slowly, watching Qin Fan walking towards him step by step, while holding two wine jars in his hand.

"Thousand gold is worth a drink, this is your favorite wine at that time - thousand gold drunk."

After taking the thrown wine jar, Feng Mo shook his head and said:
"Since I was taught a lesson by my master once because of a drunkenness a few years ago, I vowed never to drink again."

Qin Fan said seriously:

"You don't tell me, I don't tell you, Mr. Qin won't know, besides, you need to get drunk now."

Speaking of this matter, Qin Fan still has to bear some responsibility, just like Yue Piaoling's liking to go shopping was influenced by him, and the first glass of wine that Feng Mo once drank was also because of him.

Alcohol and sex are the best healing medicines for numbness and pain. Qin Fan has a deep understanding of this. During those countless difficult nights, it was these two points that allowed him to sleep peacefully.

But as his physical condition got worse, he had to give up drinking and sex, well, to be precise, it was passed on in another way.

The inheritor of the former is Feng Mo, and the inheritor of the latter is Yue Piaoling.

However, unlike Yue Piaoling, Feng Mo knew how to control himself at the beginning, and with his own strength, it is impossible for ordinary fine wine to make him drunk.

So an occasional drink or two is not a big deal in the eyes of ordinary people.

Until the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce launched a wine that claimed to be able to drunk even the strong in the innate realm - Drunken Gold, a jar of a thousand gold, or the kind that has a price but no market.

It was also because of this wine that Feng Mo was really drunk that day.

His wine was very good, he didn't go crazy with alcohol, and he didn't demolish the house when he was too drunk. He just fell into a deep sleep, and he was drunk for a day and a night.

On the second day, he was reprimanded by Qin Zun. In fact, Qin Zun only said one sentence at that time.

"How can a knife that cannot be lifted, and a knife that is completely silent, protect the young master?"

This was Feng Mo's promise when he worshiped Qin Zun as his teacher. He was willing to be Qin Fan's knife, guarding his side at all times, and beheading any enemies for him.

In the next few years, Feng Mo did the same thing, except that eight years ago, in order to break through the innate realm, he changed his face and went to kick the gym everywhere, he almost never left Qin Fan's [-] meters away.

Qin Fan's safety is always his first priority, so he will never allow him to lose consciousness for any reason.

Immediately, Feng Mo placed the wine jar on the side of the tombstone, and said with a firm expression:
"Today I can convince myself to drink this jug of wine for something, and tomorrow, the day after, and even every day in the future, I can find a reason to drink."

Qin Fan sighed helplessly, and after removing the wine seal, the aroma of the wine overflowed, which made Feng Mo, who was still very determined, swallow subconsciously.

"I used to be powerless and needed your protection, but the situation is different now. Don't forget, I killed Mo Yunlan."

Feng Mo was silent, although he later learned that the knife at that time was the reason why he was successfully stripped of his momentum because of the right time, place and people, and even Mo Yunlan's mental explosion.

But it is a fact that Mo Yunlan died under Qin Fan's hands, the process is not important.

"Now I want you to drink with me. This is not the reason you gave yourself, but the reason I gave you. Is that enough?"

After saying this, Qin Fan had already picked up the wine jar and started to drink heavily.

Feng Mo picked up the wine jar, his eyes lingered on the tombstone for a moment, there was a hint of sadness in his originally cold expression.

Without any further hesitation, he directly opened the wine seal, smelling the familiar yet unfamiliar aroma of the wine, he immediately lifted it up and began to drink boldly.

The falling afterglow dragged the shadows of the two people for a long time. The bright moon was approaching, and the only thing that could be heard at the peak was the sound of swallowing the wine. the same smile.

Like nostalgia, like helplessness, like joy, like relaxed.

Immediately after Qiqi let out a long breath, there was a bang.

Qin Fan is drunk
Only at the Tongmai state can he drink half a pot before getting drunk, which is already an extraordinary performance.

Feng Mo was taken aback, and stepped forward to help Qin Fan, who had already started snoring, change into a comfortable position. He looked at the moonlight hanging from a corner, and suddenly started laughing. He didn't know what he was laughing at, but he just felt his whole body He relaxed a lot for no reason.

And when his mind inexplicably recalled the unwillingness in Mo Yunlan's eyes before his death, his laughter became louder and louder.

The moment the revenge is done, is there a void left?
Feng Mo said that he was not, he felt very happy, so happy that he wanted to yell without image, and he did exactly that after Jiu Jin.

He didn't know how long he had been screaming, but he had already drained all his wine jars, including Qin Fan's.

Immediately, he wiped away the splashed wine or the tears that had flowed across his face, stepped forward and picked up Qin Fan, who was lying on his back and sleeping soundly, and walked down the mountain step by step.

The cold moonlight at this moment dragged the shadows of the two of them a little longer.

Worry-free Villa.

Looking at Feng Mo who was walking slowly, and Qin Fan who was still sleeping behind him, Qin Zun didn't mention about drinking, even though the smell of alcohol on the two of them was so strong that everyone in the village could almost smell it.

After he sighed, he stepped forward and patted Feng Mo on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look, there is no need to say a thousand words.

Feng Mo understood what the master meant, and immediately nodded seriously.

Then he arranged for a maid to carry Qin Fan back to the house, while he sat cross-legged under the peach blossom tree in the center of the courtyard, his vigorous Qi wandering through any musculoskeletal internal organs of his body, breaking through several unreachable orifices in an instant.

Martial Dao thoughts began to skyrocket, and the powerful spiritual power has covered the entire villa. It would have taken several days of retreat to explore the moment of breakthrough, but tonight it was achieved overnight because of a jar of wine!
At this point, Feng Mo successfully broke through to the middle stage of the great master, and all the acupuncture points in his body began to store true energy, silently accumulating strength for the next promotion.

At the same time, on a hillside in the most dangerous land in the south, the barren desert, Yue Piaoling, who was driving overnight, seemed to feel something in his heart, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)