Chapter 516

He Xie bought night clothes in Wuxi City, ate Yixing pill and turned into murongbo. Then he rushed to Taihu Lake. Unexpectedly, he almost missed it. That's what happened just now.

"You read it wrong." He Xie replied faintly in an old and hoarse voice, and immediately closed his eyes.

Bao Difeng and the evil storm looked at each other and saw the uncertainty in each other's eyes.

This voice is so familiar

"You're old..." the storm screamed out excitedly.

Unexpectedly, he said only three words. He Xie suddenly opened his eyes and kicked him out!

The storm was so bad that it didn't even have time to react!

Poop!

After two breaths, there was a sound of falling into the water.

"Fourth brother Feng!" Bao Bao cried out anxiously.

Wow.

As soon as his voice fell, the storm was out of the water, and he swam here with a laugh.

"I'm fine! Brother Bao, I'm fine! Ha ha...... "the laughter was full of excitement.

"Good! Good! " Bao Di was also very excited, "it's okay, okay! It's all right! "

He wanted to say something, but when he looked at the boatman, he finally held back. He just threw a fist at He Xie and worshipped him deeply.

After the storm got on the ship, Bao Di asked the boatman to continue sailing. They exchanged eyes with each other, but they didn't say a word until the ship landed again.

After the three landed, Bao Di and the storm evil stood respectfully behind he Xie until the boatman drove the boat far away. They didn't intend to speak.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he Xie suddenly jumped up and disappeared in front of them.

"Old......" the storm was bad and Bao Qi shouted anxiously, but they were afraid that the boatman would hear it. They wanted to chase, but only looking at He Xie's speed, they knew that chasing was also white.

For a time, he could only look at the direction of He Xie's departure, both shocked and puzzled.

"Isn't it, sir?" The storm was evil and implied excitement. He asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure!" Bao Di took a deep breath in his airway, "but his voice, eyes and body are not bad. The stars will change again. Nine times out of ten!"

"But the master has..."

"Thirty years ago, the master died strangely!" Bao Di murmured, "he is a farsighted old man and may have other difficulties. Fourth brother, you also know that the childe's reputation should not have been so loud, and many famous things put on his head were not done by the childe. Nanmurong and Beiqiao Feng don't know where to mention it. All this seems to be fueled by someone. If the childe is really not dead, everything has an explanation... "

"But why doesn't the master want to see us?" The storm didn't understand.

Bag shook his head slowly.

"Go, go back first!"

At the same time, in the Songhe tower in Wuxi City, who is Duan Yu fighting for wine.

The man who shared wine with him was in his thirties. He was very tall. He was wearing a gray old cloth robe. He was slightly ragged. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose and wide mouth. He had a square national character face with a wind and frost color. When he looked around, he was very powerful.

This person is Qiao Feng!

Of course, he's drinking right now, so the stereo hasn't turned on yet.

Since Duan Yu has not contacted Wang Yuyan until this time, he naturally does not know any murongfu, so he will not misunderstand that Qiao Feng is murongfu's person.

But Qiao Feng is still the same as the original story. He suspects that the childe who deliberately approaches him is probably murongfu's person, or even murongfu himself.

Previously, Qiao Feng proposed to do ten bowls first. With Duan Yu's drinking capacity, it would be impossible to drink two bowls.

But now he is also a minor martial artist. Under the operation of his internal power, he barely drank six bowls, and then there was a fire burning in his stomach. He was confused in his mind. He knew that if he drank the seventh bowl, he would have to make a fool of himself in public.

However, Qiao Feng was full of vigour before, just like a generous man of Yan and Zhao, which deeply infected Duan Yu. His mind was hot. His "good" call was loud, transparent and soul stirring about Qiao Feng's proposal to work ten bowls in a row. How can he recognize advice at this time?

At that moment, I had an idea and suddenly turned the internal skill of the six pulse divine sword. With the power line of Shaoze sword, I drained the wine from my little finger.

After a while, Duan Yu felt a lot sober. He was overjoyed and secretly called himself wonderful.

At that moment, he was also heroic. He picked up the seventh bowl of wine and shouted, "dry!"

It's gone.

Qiao Feng saw that Duan Yu was drunk and hazy, but after a while, he was in high spirits. He couldn't help but wonder secretly. He said with a smile: "brother, your drinking capacity is not weak. Sure enough, it's interesting."

He didn't say much, and he did two bowls in succession.

Duan Yu said with a smile, "my drinking capacity varies from person to person. As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine meet a bosom friend. This big bowl, I think, is only about 20 cups. A thousand cups have to be filled with 40 or 50 bowls. Brother, I'm afraid I can't drink 50 bowls. "

Then he even did two bowls. He still drained the wine with Shaoze sword. God didn't know, ghost didn't know, and his face didn't change.

Seeing Duan Yu so forthright, Qiao Feng was overjoyed and said loudly, "very good, very good! A thousand cups of wine are scarce for a bosom friend. Brother, today we are not drunk and have no return! "

"No drunk, no return!" Duan Yu laughed and lifted up a bowl. It was more relaxed and natural than drinking tea.

Two people, one for you and one for me. After a while, the two jars of wine had reached the bottom.

Qiao Feng waved his hand and called for four jars of wine.

When they gambled on wine, they immediately alerted the drinkers upstairs and downstairs in the Songhe tower. Even the cooks and cooks under the stove came upstairs to watch around their table.

They drank and talked and laughed. Later, every time they did a bowl, the onlookers shouted and applauded. It was not lively for a while.

Swallow dock and Shi Shuige.

He Xie found it here without much effort.

However, he was disappointed to return the martial arts classics in Shishui Pavilion.

There are few second rate martial arts in the collection here. Most of them are third rate martial arts in the Wulin, or even non-standard martial arts.

He Xie casually read several books. Most of them are vulgar and flawed martial arts.

He shook his head. Murong Bo didn't say to leave some good things for his son. No wonder Murong Fu cooked so much in his later period.

It was a picture on the east wall that attracted the attention of He Xie. The handwriting was vigorous, powerful and majestic. It was written Mencius telling the world.

"Shun was born in the vast expanse of land, and Fu Shuo was raised among the buildings... Therefore, the heaven will lower the great responsibility to this man. He must first work hard, work his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, lack his body, and brush his actions. Therefore, he was moved and patient, which once benefited what he could not do. If a person keeps passing, then he can change... If he enters, there will be no Legalists, and if he leaves, there will be no enemies and foreign invaders. The country will perish forever. Then know to be born in sorrow and die in happiness. "

He Xie looked thoughtfully. This word should be left by Murong Bo.

Now he can understand that Murong Bo has spared no effort to pit his son, but he has really taken great pains.