Brewmaster

Pengcheng was originally a small place, located in the northern part of Tianqi's territory, since Emperor Tianqi moved the center of power to the south, it gradually declined.It wasn't until 30 years ago that the devil Hua Jiuqi appeared, and it gradually became known to outsiders. With the unique plum blossom wine, it became prosperous.

A heavy snow has just stopped, and the plum blossoms in the city that are moistened by snow water exude a strong fragrance that lasts for a long time.

With the cries of hawkers and the yelling of drinkers, mixed with the ubiquitous noise, today's Pengcheng seems to be extraordinarily lively.

"Hey, you know, it is said that the devil is back." A drinker put down his glass and lowered his voice to his tablemate.

"The devil? Which devil? Heh, there are so many devils in this world now, who can tell if it's true or not." The person at the same table laughed mockingly and didn't care.

The drinker said again: "Isn't it just Hua Jiuqi? I heard that he is back, so I came all the way to Pengcheng."

"The Demon Head Huajiuqi? Didn't he fall a long time ago? Rumors say that he was wronged, and now there are still people trying to rehabilitate him and pick out the top ten schools of martial arts. It seems that he will go to the court!"

"Oh, it's not that easy. Your rumors are not credible. Some people in this city knelt down on the spot when they saw the Flower Demon, and shouted 'Don't kill me'."

"And then what?"

"And then..."

The voices of the drinkers became lower and lower, gradually being submerged in the human voices, almost inaudible.

All kinds of voices continue, and people from all over the rivers and lakes are now gathered together, talking about topics from all over the world, but in the end they come back to one person tacitly - Hua Jiuqi.

……

Another table of drinkers was arguing endlessly over a topic, so they called the waiter.

"Xiaoer, your city was destroyed by the devil himself?"

Before the words finished, another drinker interjected: "I don't think it looks like that. There were quite a few people there back then. I think it's Xuan."

The waiter was hesitant, seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, he had no choice but to say: "You two guests, please stop arguing, it has been more than 20 years! There is no one in our place. If you dare to mention it, you’ve already forgotten it.” Xiao Er left the table with a smile, and got busy again.

The two drinkers here couldn't argue for a result, so they changed the subject and chatted all over again.

Another young man stepped into the restaurant, wrapped tightly in a black robe, with a black paper umbrella on his back, so low-key that it hardly attracted anyone's attention, only the pair of black and white eyes with a piercing aura were high-profile Unforgettable.

"Shopkeeper, two jugs of plum wine." The boy's voice was low and unspeakably sweet.

"Hey! That's it!" The shopkeeper responded, took a sealed jug and placed it in front of the young man, and without looking up, he tore off the cloth on the wine tank to scoop up the wine.

"Okay! Guest officer, the two jugs of wine are..." The shopkeeper's words were drowned in the noise of the restaurant, almost inaudible.

The boy frowned impatiently, and his eyes became more lively.

The shopkeeper's eyes trembled slightly, and his busy figure settled down, but these slight unnaturalness were quickly covered up by the aroma of the wine, and were not noticed.

The shopkeeper laughed along with him, but the conversation changed: "Guest officer, seeing your kind face, I will give you this wine. If you are destined, you will be friends."

"No need."

The boy put down an ingot of silver on the counter, picked up two jugs of wine, turned and left.

In the restaurant, only the shopkeeper turned his back and sighed softly:

——It really looks like...

It's just what it looks like, and what it looks like, I'm afraid not many people know it.

The young man took the wine and went straight back to the inn where he was temporarily staying. He didn't go inside, but Yufeng jumped onto the roof, brushed off the snow and sat down to look at the whole Pengcheng.

As far as the location of this inn is concerned, it is located in the southern corner of Pengcheng, surrounded by avenues connected to several prosperous towns, and you can have a panoramic view of the entire Pengcheng if you go north, especially after it has just snowed. The black tiles are half hidden, which is also interesting.

The boy squinted his eyes for a while and felt that his eyes were a little blurry, so he closed them and opened them again, only to find that they were still not very clear.

There seemed to be a group of reddish mist floating in front of the eyes, gradually condensing into a human shape.

The mist became more and more solid, circled in the air and landed right in front of the young man.Then the mist is no longer mist.

A beauty appeared in the fog, that beauty was dressed in a dazzling red robe, her skin was more than snow, against the snow scene of Pengcheng, she was really dazzling.A pair of beautiful eyes are tightly closed, making the red plum between the eyebrows even more coquettish.Three thousand blue hairs sprinkled behind the beauty automatically without wind, the beauty seemed to be disturbed by the mischievous hair, she frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as this beauty opened her eyes, several kinds of waves of light flowed in her eyes, which was so magnificent and so beautiful.

The two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other, and the world was amazed in an instant.

The beauty squinted at the young man, and said in a haughty tone, "It's you? You disturbed the peace of this immortal." The beauty's tone was gentle, but a little impatient.

It turned out that this beauty was actually a fairy.

The young man was stunned. The Tianyuan Continent advocates martial power, and practicing qi can only strengthen the body. The so-called cultivating immortals is nothing more than a myth that has been passed down thousands of years ago in people's eyes.

In fact, after tens of thousands of years, the aura of this world has long been exhausted. Not to mention immortals, there are not many spirits and ghosts left.

However, the celestial being took shape in the mist and is still floating steadily in the air. It is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even a young man with high martial arts skills thinks he can't do it.

The boy believed it.

The immortal didn't care about the boy's reaction, turned his eyes, and said to himself: "I like the smell of you very much. I have decided to follow you."

The young man drank heavily, and after a long time, the smell of strong alcohol lingered on his body, and the immortal also liked strong alcohol, so he looked straight at the young man.

The young man was afraid of trouble, and wanted to refuse, but suddenly met the eyes of the fairy—the deep black was filled with a bewitching red light, and he was reflected in the clear and translucent eyes, and he was the only one.

That is the concentration that teenagers have never experienced.

The young man was bewitched by the immortal just like that, forgot to speak, and tacitly agreed that the immortal would stay by his side.

He likes the seductive eyes of the immortal.

Thinking of this, the boy took a sip of wine.

But how did the young man know that a word from a fairy never needs the approval of mortals, let alone rejection.

……

It was night, the boy went back to the inn, put the umbrella by his pillow and lay down with his clothes on.

The fairy also floated down and entered the boy's room.

The immortal approached the boy, feeling the smell of alcohol on his body.

Come closer.

a little closer.

The immortal thought so, and floated to the boy's bedside.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, there was no trace of confusion in the dark eyes, reflecting the face of the immortal, he was deeply guarded.The hand on the other side also grasped the handle of the umbrella, making a slight sound.

The boy stared at the immortal, as if confirming something, then closed his eyes again, breathing steadily.

The immortal raised his eyebrows with interest, "You're really interesting." The voice was clear and shallow, spreading out in the room.

Then the immortal also lay down on the boy's bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight entered the window, the young man opened his eyes and got up, packed up his few belongings, went out of the room and checked out with the shopkeeper, and then went to the restaurant to buy two pots of plum wine and two wine cups.

As soon as the young man turned his head, he found that the fairy from yesterday was floating behind him, with a smile on his face, and looked at him jokingly: "Drinking early in the morning, you were born by a drunkard? But..." The fairy floated around the young man for two Circle, "Benxian really likes this taste very much."

The boy didn't answer.

People in the restaurant kept walking past the young man, and no one gave the young man a little more attention. They passed the young man calmly, and seemed to subconsciously bypass the area in front of the young man.

The young man thought, maybe the immortal cast a spell to cover the eyes of these people.

But why did the immortal let him see it?

The teenager couldn't think of a result.

The immortal followed the young man to the edge of Pengcheng, which was still as sparsely populated as it was decades ago.Snowflakes gradually floated from the sky again, falling on the young man's face and floating on the immortal.

The boy tore off the cloth towel wrapped around his face, let out a sigh of relief, and quickened his pace.

The fairy also floated faster.

The bustling Pengcheng seems to have become another world, and the boy crossed a small forest and came to a snowdrift.The snowdrift looks nothing special from a distance, but it feels a little unnatural when you walk in. The snowdrift is not a very round shape, but has some tiny edges and corners, and the thin part of the snow has the color of soil.

The boy stops here.

The immortal floated around the snowdrift a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the snowdrift looked like a... grave.

The young man brushed off the snow from the stele, sat on the snow in front of the stele, put an umbrella in the snow, filled two wine cups, put one of them on the stone steps, and drank like that.

The plum wine is extremely strong, and it will be hot in the mouth. It is the most suitable wine for the land of Pengcheng.

The young man looked at the few words written on the stele, took a sip of wine, and smiled...

——If he spends his life recklessly, he will end up buried in the loess, at most adding a little bit of snow and desolation.

Being able to leave a whole body and having such a piece of land is probably the last respect the city has for him.

Heh, respect for a devil...

The immortal on one side looked at the boy who was drinking, and picked up the umbrella beside the boy.

The young man glanced at the immortal lightly, but did not speak.

The immortal opened the paper umbrella, only to see a few rays of light reflected inexplicably from the originally pitch-black umbrella.The immortal pointed the umbrella surface at the sun, and saw a line of writing written on each frame on the umbrella surface. The immortal held the umbrella and turned it from several angles to read the words on the umbrella surface.

In addition to the Immortal Wuji Xianzong, which existed thousands of years ago, which even he is familiar with, there are also the current top ten martial arts sects and even the names of the East and West Two Factory, but some are still there, and some have been crossed out. There are no traces of these sects in the martial arts world anymore.

Immortals are omnipotent, so what do they not know now?

"Hey, what's your name?" the fairy asked him.

"Hua Rong." The young man poured another pot of wine and replied calmly.

"Huarong?" The immortal chuckled, "I guess you have a younger sister named Yuemao, your appearance is right for you to be named that."

It turned out to be the son of the devil.

The fairy thought so.

The boy didn't answer.

The immortal turned a pair of radiant eyes and continued: "This immortal will avenge you, so why don't you stay with me for a hundred years?"

——The promise of a fairy is sometimes more tempting than a devil.

——Give you a hundred years of life, and avenge you.

"No need."

"Why not? You don't believe in the ability of this immortal?" The immortal raised his eyebrows, "You must know that this immortal can wipe them out with a wave of his hand." The immortal's tone was arrogant enough.

This is the courage of the immortal, and it is also a fact.

"And you..." the immortal drew out the sword from the umbrella handle, and looked down at the young man, "What can you do with this sword without any aura, and a mortal body? Tsk." The immortal's ridicule is absolutely Undisguised contempt.

But so what?

The boy was not moved at all.

He was in debt to Hua Jiuqi. After all, Hua Jiuqi was the only person who accompanied him; the only person who took him around the mainland and taught him martial arts; O man called father...

Hua Jiuqi is a powerful person, and his martial arts is even more domineering. Everyone fears him, and if he can't be subdued, they want him to disappear.

In this way, there is a talk about the devil.

Although Hua Jiuqi is not a very good person, he can definitely be called a clear conscience all his life.To say he is a devil is simply nonsense!

Hua Jiuqi died because of his strength, so the young man will become even stronger, so strong that he can subvert this continent, so strong that Hua Jiuqi and Jiuquan can feel at ease!

What Xianzong, what ten sects, what imperial court, what Dongchang, all will be buried with Hua Jiuqi!

This is the persistence of youth.

How can outsiders be allowed to get involved in revenge for killing one's father!

The immortal understood the young man's persistence, but he was unwilling to agree so easily. The immortal said angrily: "I said to avenge you, but I can't allow you to refuse. This is because I think highly of you! But you don't know good and evil, so you are not afraid of me killing you!" Let me relieve your hatred!"

The immortal was slightly angry, and his beautiful eyes became more agile, and the red light almost burned people's eyes.

The young man looked straight into the eyes of the immortal, and he was still the only one in the eyes of the immortal, as if he was the only one in the eyes of the immortal.

The young man just said in a calm voice that was as pleasant and cold as the spring water of the nine heavens: "You can't." The young man said firmly, his black and white eyes were a little firm.

The immortal thought, this is probably the spirit of youth, inseparable from innocence, but it is pure and cute.

The immortal doesn't know, just as the immortal sees through the past of the young man, the young man naturally sees through the immortal. He is an immortal who is pure to the extreme. He doesn't even have a trace of blood in him.

"Heh, are you that sure?" The immortal looked down, with the point of his sword resting on the boy's throat, a powerful coercion from the immortal swept over at the same time, almost making any mortal kneel down immediately to show his submission.

The boy gritted his teeth and didn't move at all.

Time seemed to stand still, the beautiful fairy with fluttering clothes was facing off against the handsome mortal who acted recklessly, the world seemed to have become ethereal, and only these two seemed to be the center of the world...

They both knew that this was a test, and both sides were smart and rational enough to not allow anyone by their side—even a fairy.

After all, the whim of the immortal is just a moment.How about forever?How can the immortal's eternity be borne by mortals?

Finally, the boy's neck was bleeding, and the immortal slowly lowered the sword.

The blood dripped on the snow, blooming into a strange plum blossom.

"Remember, this immortal will only forgive you this time." After all, the immortal compromised.

The boy was still sitting, drank the last sip of wine, stood up, took the sword in the fairy's hand, put it back in the umbrella, staggered for a while, and then walked away slowly...

This is the attitude of a teenager.

Knowing the current affairs does not mean that he is weak and can be bullied, he will never be controlled by others.

And the immortal naturally followed suit.

Omnipotence is the capital of the immortal to do whatever he wants, he has his own choice, and there will be no change until he loses interest.