Mozun Tianxia

"Where have you been these few days?" Fang Ling couldn't help asking after walking a few steps.

The drunkard glanced at Fang Ling and smiled, "You miss me?"

Fang Ling turned around and rolled his eyes, and decided not to speak anymore, since he didn't really care anyway.

Seeing that Fang Ling stopped talking, the drunkard followed him, casually took Fang Ling's hand, and said, "You won't be angry like this?"

Fang Ling frowned slightly, looking at his hand being held, he always felt a little awkward, but he couldn't struggle.

"A few days ago was the anniversary of my apprentice's death, so I went back to have a look." The alcoholic finally said it out.

Although Fang Ling couldn't see his expression, he could still hear a trace of loneliness in his tone.

"I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Fang Ling spoke.But this is also the first time Fang Ling heard the drunkard talk about himself, and it was about his apprentice. From the tone of the drunkard, he had deep feelings for this apprentice.

The drunkard didn't let go of Fang Ling's hand, but kept pulling him forward, and continued: "I have only taken in such an apprentice in my life, so I will go back to accompany him at this time every year."

"How did he die?" As soon as the words came out, Fang Ling knew that he had said something wrong, and quickly said, "It's okay if you don't tell me, I shouldn't ask like this."

The drunkard paused, and then Fang Ling felt his hand tighten. After a while, a slightly hoarse voice came: "I killed it."

"Ah?" Fang Ling was taken aback, looking at the people around him in disbelief.

Facing Fang Ling's expression, the drunkard chuckled, as if he was mocking: "Don't be surprised, you heard me right, my only apprentice was indeed killed by me, and died by the sword of his only master."

Fang Ling was speechless, because after hearing this, what he thought was not that the drunkard was a tyrannical person who even killed his apprentice, but what he thought was that the drunkard must have ulterior motives for killing his apprentice .

Thinking of this, Fang Ling suddenly realized that he didn't know when he was consciously thinking about things from the perspective of a drunkard. This was not a good omen, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly.

"Well, you must have some difficulties." Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Fang Ling added.

"I'll talk to you when I have a chance." While the two were talking, they walked to the broken house where the drunkard lived. Fang Ling found that there seemed to be someone inside, trying to break free from the drunkard's hand, but the drunkard didn't take it seriously, and still dragged him into the house. .

After entering the room, Fang Ling realized that the person sitting inside was actually Wang Fang, who had only met not long ago.Fang Ling was taken aback when he didn't expect to see Old Wang here.

Seeing Fang Ling, Wang Fang's eyes fell on the hands they were holding, and then he moved away calmly, without a trace of turbulence on his face. He glanced at the drunkard and stood up: "I'll get what I want. thing."

The drunkard let go of Fang Ling's hand, walked to the side, found a small box, and handed it over directly: "Here is what you want."

Wang Fang didn't open the box to look at it either, just took it and left without saying a word.

"Aren't you going to stay for a glass of wine?" The drunkard turned around and asked.

"I don't drink." Wang Fang kept walking and flew away, but Fang Ling said before that Wang Fang didn't have much talent for cultivating immortals, and his skills were only average.

"You know each other?" Looking at Wang Fang's back, Fang Ling was a little curious.

The drunkard sat down from the side, and then Fang Ling saw his hand wave, and a room like a kitchen appeared, but he must have never seen this before coming here.

Facing Fang Fangling's puzzled eyes, the drunkard explained: "I built it later, but I didn't want others to see it, so I hid it with an enchantment. As for Wang Fang, I promised to sell him something before, and it happened that he had something I needed. Yes, so I exchanged them by the way, we don't know each other well."

"Oh, I just heard that you asked him to stay and drink. I thought you two were friends."

"I only know you here. As for the man just now, it's just that he has some things that interest me."

"what's up?"

"I'll take you to see it after dinner." After the drunkard finished speaking, he began to wash and cook the rice.

Fang Ling didn't expect that this man could cook, but after looking at the sky, he told the drunkard that he was going back to Fang's house.

"It's okay, I'll be here for a while, you go back now, it's just right to come over when you're done."

Fang Ling originally wanted to say that he went home to eat, but he had to swallow all the words in his mouth when he heard the drunkard's words. The drunkard said that he would take him to see something that interested him later, and he would still come down.

Fang Ling went back to Fang's house to finish the work, and then went back to the back mountain to talk to his parents before rushing to the drunkard's house, just in time to see the drunkard bring out the food, it seemed that his timing was just right.

The drunkard took a look at Fang Ling, and said, "Go wash your hands first, and then come over to eat."

Fang Ling responded, then went to the side to wash his hands, then sat down at the table and looked at the food in front of him. They were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they seemed to whet the appetite.

"Try it, it's still okay." The drunkard handed over a bowl of rice and said.

Fang Ling thanked him and bowed his head to eat. Just like the appearance of these dishes, the drunk man was the best cook among the people Fang Ling knew, but there seemed to be other flavors in these dishes, which Fang Ling couldn't taste.

"The seasonings I use are all made by myself. They are not available outside or eaten." This is the explanation of the alcoholic.

Fang Ling took the initiative to wash the dishes when he was full, and the drunkard didn't stop him, and told Fang Ling that he could come over at any time if he wanted to eat next time. Wash it yourself, what he hates most is washing dishes.

Fang Ling is usually a person who is used to work, so he has no objection to this request. However, although the meal of the drunkard is delicious, he cannot come here every day. After all, he is still in Fang's house, and work is necessary. There are parents to take care of, and you can't wander outside every day.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Fang Ling saw a plate of fruits on the table. He recognized that they were all from the Lingzhi Garden of the Alcoholics. Trouble, the alcoholic didn't bring Fang Ling back to his parents.