I am omnipotent because of wine

Gather all the good things in the world.

It is the existence that everyone in the world admires.

Including hero and heroine.

What's worse is that he and the hero and heroine are not of the same era.

However, he came too early, and now belongs to the peak period of his personality.

A man in a weak crown year.

Born from a hidden family, he was very lucky in the world and became friends with some seniors of the hero and heroine, such as the master's parents.

Although those people are still young, they are also well-known masters, which has gradually led to his reputation. Most importantly, the original owner is a good doctor.

His first-hand medical skills are superb, no matter who seeks medical treatment from him, he will always come to him. Of course, the original owner will kill the person who kills innocent people at will without changing his face.

Of course, this is the life history of the original owner.

In the era of the hero and heroine, the original owner has become a legend in the rivers and lakes, and has become an existence that everyone looks up to. The children of that era heard that the original owner had broken the void.

However the reality...

The original owner, this unlucky child, became a male god, was found, used some special methods to control the captivity, and finally wanted to start a sadomasochistic relationship...

The original owner called it Gao Leng Ru Shen to put it nicely.

To put it bluntly, it is called low EQ.

Talking to the person who imprisoned him, the words are really hurtful,... People are blackened, when they like someone, they like it very much, and when they hate someone, they also hate it very much.

The original owner was brutally beaten every day, and a generation of male gods became shabby beggars.

When the hero and heroine finally discovered the scum of the rivers and lakes who imprisoned the original owner, he also hiccupped.

All that was left was a sigh from the male protagonist, "Those people of that class have left such an end. It's really sad. I think this world is deplorable. Lian'er, when everything is over, let's go live in seclusion. .”

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mission requirements.

You can’t break down the mission and character design, and you can play the rest freely, but you must have a very brilliant life, no matter how you say it, you have to edit it into a movie for others to watch.

Today's style, fresh off the hill.

That is, just born.

The bustling city and the rivers and lakes between people are called blood.

Under the remote mountain, the rivers and lakes between grass and trees are called reality.

Style is frozen to death.

Great winter.

The original owner had been wearing a summer shirt since he came down from the mountain.

The original owner is useless.

Martial arts can't be regarded as high-strength, although first-hand medical skills are superb, poison skills can also protect themselves.

But the inner strength and mind method are not so good.

When the original owner came down from the mountain, he was directly pushed down by the elders of the family, saying that there were some medicinal materials he needed at the foot of the mountain. The child even forgot to pack his luggage, and was chased away by the elders with a purse stuffed with 100 taels of silver. down.

Leave the style frozen into a dog.

There is a Qimen Dunjia on the mountain, if there is no one to guide it, even those with little internal strength, no martial arts, no spiritual power, can't get in.

It is particularly tragic to plan an igloo in the snowdrift under the heavy snow.

Pretend that I have become a fairy, and sit down cross-legged to practice...

After practicing, there is no time in the mountains.

Feng Style felt that he had just crossed his legs for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the snow had already started to melt gradually.

only……

Style opened his eyes and heard someone talking beside him.

"Brother Ming, what are we doing here at Tianqi Mountain? Although this place is useful for practicing martial arts, it is not the only place, right? The mountain is very thick with ice and snow. What should we do if we accidentally get lost?"

"Sidi's words are wrong. A few years ago in Tianqi Mountain, I heard that there was a fairy in the mountain. Although they are not immortal figures like those in the picture book, but according to my guess, they are at least young and immortal martial arts masters."

"Come here to learn art from a teacher."

The voice though had two men talking.

But hearing the footsteps, there were five or six people.

Style moved his brain that was frozen by the heavy snow, and he guessed who it was.

Six people, four of them are the parents of the protagonists Si Chenjun and Ming Miaolian, and the other two are soy sauce, A and B who can't ask for the heroine's father and the hero's mother.

There was a prominent point in the snow, which looked obviously abnormal. Those people thought that there might be something here, so they simply took out their weapons and planed the igloo...

In order to prevent those weapons from accidentally piercing him, even if it would not cause harm to his body, which has become more and more advanced in cultivation, the cloth of his clothes could not withstand it, so he stood up directly and used his spiritual power to push away the snow around him.

What finally appeared in front of everyone was a man in a white underwear and a dark blue robe, who suddenly descended, and the snow fell heavily, and his hair was stained with some snowflakes.

When the abyss-like pupils stared at everyone, there was no other meaning of cold in the ice and snow, but like a pool of spring water. Although the depth could not be seen, it would not actively cause any harm to oneself.

Fingers lightly resting on the front of the waist, even more so than the green woman raised in the boudoir, like suet white jade, the snowflakes on the black hair set off the black and white clearly.

The moment the style appeared on the stage, the six young people were dumbfounded.

"Brother Mingming, could this be you, what are you talking about, what kind of immortal?" The future Sifu trembled with fright.

"How do I know?" Future Ming's father was so frightened that he dropped the sword in his hand.

However, the eyes of the three girls accompanying him lit up.

Except for this pair, the father of the heroine and heroine who has fallen into confusion in the future, and the other male passer-by, have no trace of hostile style.

Men's jealousy.

"I'm not a fairy." The first requirement to maintain aloofness is to talk less, be less aggressive, and do things seriously.

The style decision will be to talk less, and this goal will be carried through to the end.

"Then who are you?" Si Fu asked stupidly.

"It's just a person from the mountains." Style put on airs and it really seemed like that, at least it frightened these young people for a while.

"Then aren't you still a fairy?" Father Ming forcefully argued.

Style glanced at him indifferently, didn't speak, let everyone make up their minds, anyway, he is a man who wants to be a male god, he wants to stay in this arena, brother, even if he is not in this arena, brother, he is still a legend in the arena.

Simu and Ming's mother are still two little girls now, when they saw a good-looking person, they all said with a smile.

"Then what do you call this gentleman?"

"Style." Style replied.

It is definitely impossible for the two girls to call him by his first name directly, Ming's mother said, "I don't know what your name is, sir, what is your number?"

"Character, Zishu, number, black and white Sanren." Style caught a glimpse of his hair, thought about his personality, and blurted out two names.

"Why is brother Zishu staying in this snowdrift?" Sifu realized, how could there be immortals in this world?After calming down, he still looks serious.

Father Ming cooperated and said, "Yes? What's the matter, but I was shocked, little brother."

"In the ice and snow, you can sharpen your mind and cultivate your muscles and bones. I just practiced in it." Style glanced at him, his hair was calm and automatic, snowflakes fell down from his hair, and it didn't melt at all.

After a while, the group of young people turned their heads and chattered about who he was. He just stood there and watched everyone turn their backs to him to discuss the topic.

When they were almost done talking, they turned their heads to ask questions one by one, but Shi Feng frowned at the right time.

What the others wanted to say was immediately blocked.

Seeing such a fairy-like person frown, he can't wait to give everything to make him show his smile.

"I don't know what unspeakable secrets Brother Zishu has?" Father Si had sharp eyes, and said a word first.

Father Ming was a little annoyed.

There is a kind of beauty, to a certain extent, regardless of gender, it will only make people feel that the beauty of the world is gathered, and there will be no blasphemy.

With a face, the style has left a certain message of respect in everyone's heart.

"People in the family feel that I need to go down the mountain to practice, but I don't know anything about the things down the mountain."

The style of frowning made a few girls speak immediately after hearing his words, "Why don't you come with us, brother Zishu? In a few days, we will be going to the martial arts conference, and the place is also very lively , if you want to come down the mountain to practice, it should be good to have more knowledge."

"Extremely."

Style nodded, and just mixed into the team.

I have a pretty face.

Many things are more convenient.

For example, when everyone is on their way to the city where the martial arts conference is located, as long as they stop and find an inn to live in, they will definitely live in a room, and it doesn't cost money.

If there is only one room.

Don't even think about it, the minority obeys the majority, and the only passer-by who doesn't want to, Jia Nan, will forcefully suppress it for others.

The style is still picturesque.

This year's martial arts conference happened to be in time, and because of the geographical environment, it was scheduled for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Along the way, the closer the place is to the city where the martial arts conference is located, the more it is filled with various lanterns.

The heroines in the rivers and lakes can gallop horses, dance with swords, and love beautiful lanterns that all women will like.

But again.

They are more generous and bright than ordinary boudoir girls.

It was getting late in the middle of the day and night, and everyone decided to go out for a stroll after having a meal in the inn.

Style originally wanted to express his high-cold image, and he was unwilling to go out, saying that he was reading a book in the inn room or something.

The result was dragged away by three girls.

Girl B, a passer-by, has completely ignored Sifu now. She feels that the love she felt for Sifu at the beginning was just superficial to him, but now there is a better-looking person, and Mingfu is a scum.

This kind of liking is more like fans and idols.

A group of seven people went out shopping together. Although the three girls were all in front of the style, but a discerning person could tell that the Qingling fairy had nothing to do with these girls.

The style still maintains his high-cold image, trying to speak as little as possible.

But if you want to leave a legend in the rivers and lakes, you don't have to be as noble as a fairy in the sky, and occasionally have a down-to-earth side.

for example.

Style stopped in front of a lantern booth.

When the peddler saw him, he stared blankly at him, marveling at his appearance, and then asked enthusiastically, "I wonder if the hero has any lanterns he wants to buy?"

Compared with other flowers that seem to meet the aesthetics of women, the lights of this booth are all animals.

Style stopped when he looked at a rabbit lantern.

"Here, how to sell it?" How does the fairy in the mountain know how to use the silver? He can say such a sentence in style, and he only knows it when he often hangs out with the other six people. Of course, don't tell the truth.

The peddler at the stall said with a smile, "The ones that are worthless only need ten copper coins."

The Immortal in the Mountain knows how to buy things, but he doesn't know the prices.

Style showed that he liked the lantern very much. He took out a piece of silver from the purse given by his elders, and handed it to the vendor at the stall.

"You can't make it, there are too many heroes." The peddler came to this place where people from the rivers and lakes gather, and naturally wanted to make money selling lanterns, but when he looked at his eyes with a style as clear as water, he was embarrassed to cheat him. up.

Simu Mingmu, passer-by girl Yi, stepped forward, first snatched back the money, stuffed it into Style's arms, and started to pay the money.

The other three men had more headaches than the other.

Finally, after the three girls argued for a long time, each of them paid three copper coins, but one was missing.

The boss saw that everyone had been arguing with him for a long time to buy a lantern. For the sake of style, he simply gave up the copper plate.

Style smiled when he took the lantern. He had been walking with the group of six for at least half a month, and none of the six had ever seen him show any expression other than cold.

When this smile appeared, not only them, but also all the passers-by on the street who secretly paid attention to the style were shocked.

It's like the melting of ice and snow, spring back to the earth.

It feels like the whole person has been sublimated.

The system secretly paid attention to it, and was satisfied with the performance of the style, but felt ashamed and dared not continue watching.

About knowing the truth about style.

What a duplicity man!

Humph.

Style left the booth and continued walking forward with the lantern in hand. The stall where the peddler was located was completely overwhelmed by other people from all walks of life. Both men and women came to buy lanterns. If they couldn’t buy rabbits, they would buy other things. God bought something at the same stall.

Same style!

Style specially bought a rabbit lantern, not because he has love or anything, but because he suddenly felt a little hungry.

But how can immortals eat meat?

In order to maintain style.

When eating these days, he is only a vegetarian, and occasionally eats meat, which is also a look that shows what his body needs. Most of the time he eats and sleeps in the open, and eats very little.Or eat some cut fruit that looks very hypocritical to a passerby man.

The rishi who caused the uproar were ignorant of the reality.

His curiosity about the city and the world made some peddlers shouting loudly about their products speak softly when talking to him.

The three girls acted as grass protectors, but they didn't let anyone get close.

The three elders also temporarily acted as messengers to protect the grass.

Style is still ignorant of this performance.

Ming's father sighed, and patted Ming's mother on the head, "There is a restaurant in front, why don't we go and sit down together."

Ming's mother turned her head to look behind, and found a large group of people about three meters away from them behind Ming's father.

Of course, their eyes are all on style.

Ming's mother led everyone to the restaurant in front with black lines all over her head.

Just like the booth just now, after they entered the restaurant, the restaurant was also full in a short time.

Sifu sat on the seat foolishly and teased, "If Brother Zishu opens some shops, he will surely make a fortune in one day."

Style turned to look at him with a strange look on his face, as if he had no idea what he meant.

Immortals are not just about appearance.

There must also be behaviors in line with immortals.

While sitting in the restaurant quietly waiting for the food to be served, a man seemed to have been accidentally poisoned, and performed what is called the sinister Jianghu in front of the gods. He was sitting at the table in a sweat, and while eating, he suddenly vomited. The falling of the foam made many people panic.

Some people who looked at their faces walked very decisively.

Style feels that he has a male god image, so he really needs to manage it patiently and perform with full marks in actions in order to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He wanted to hand out the lantern in his hand, but there were two girls around him, so he reluctantly handed the lantern to a passer-by, Man A, who was closer to him, and first said to the girls, "Although I don't know how to hand the lantern What's the meaning of giving it to a woman, but the girls definitely don't want to marry me, so let Brother Wang hold it for me."

Stand up straight and push the long stool behind you, and walk towards that person.

The curvature of the clothes in the walking room fascinates the girls.

When the girls were bewitched by their beauty, the passer-by, a man, was stunned, and his mind turned infinitely, so why did Zishu actually give me the lamp?Does a person who is so gentle with women trust me so much?He trusts me so much, if I live up to his trust, okay?Is he really a fairy in the mountains who doesn't know the world?

Anyway, I just let others hold the lamp for me.

The style successfully turned his black fan into a lifelong true fan.

Walking to the side of the big man, he stretched out his fingers to hold his pulse, and found that the man had indeed been poisoned.

However, the poison in it is not an ordinary poison, but something similar to a mixed toxin.

It is the common practice of the ancients to eat this thing first, and then eat another thing, and a powerful poison erupts in the body immediately.

When the two things are mixed, new poisons will be produced.

In short, it is still very difficult to solve.

Others practice martial arts, while others practice immortality.

It's hard for others to say, but Style took out the silver needle from his waist, stabbed at the man, pressed his hand on the man's back, and the man let out a big mouthful of foul-smelling food. The blood, until the blood flowing from the corner of the mouth was bright red blood, Style didn't let go of his hand.

The man in a semi-comatose state seemed to be in a daze as if he saw a fairy in the painting book coming to save him.

Laughing at himself, how could it be possible, how could someone come to save a rotten person like him who was not cared about or liked by others?

Completely fell into a coma.

After a while, a group of people with swords rushed in from outside the restaurant.