Chapter 63 Competition - Old Beggars and Little Confused

"Fourth brother, my real name is Duanmu Yunfei, Duanmu Qingyun is my father, and Ouyang Fei is my mother! And this time I entered the world of cultivation just to trace what happened in those years!"

Fei Ye was shocked first, then suddenly stood up and laughed wildly on his back. But the crystal tears have kept rolling down the corners of his eyes. Before Mu Yunfei could speak, Feiye knelt down to the window and kept kowtoing.

Mu Yunfei stopped the grief in his heart, took Fei Ye's arm, and repeatedly persuaded:

"Fourth brother, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"

But Fei Ye didn't listen to Mu Yunfei at all. He still kowtowed to the sky and shouted:

"No, fourth brother, I want to thank God! I have never really worshipped this day since I practiced. It turns out that God really has the virtue of life, so I can keep my sister-in-law safe with you! What a sight! Heaven has eyes!"

Although Turin beside him did not know the whole story, he could vaguely guess from the dialogue between the two that his second brother's life was picked up! Since he is a brother, he should accompany his eldest brother. Turin knelt side by side without saying a word and said to the night sky outside the window:

"I also thank God for letting the second brother save the danger! Killing my adoptive brother's father is equivalent to my father's enemy. I swear to God that I will help my second brother kill the enemy with blood and blood!"

"You... You... Good brother!" Mu Yunfei has choked and can't say a word.

At the same time, in a remote cave at the foot of Yuzhu Mountain not far from Yuxu Peak, a masked man in black waited there. The sound of him walking back and forth echoed in the cave, which made him very anxious. A strong wind suddenly blew in the night, and the masked man stood unsteadily and took three steps back. When he stood, a tall back appeared in front of him.

This man is also dressed in black. The difference is that he does not have a black cloth on his face, but a gray-brown face. The masked man immediately knelt down and shouted:

"I have seen the Lord!"

The masked man did not turn around, but said in an extremely low voice with his hands on his back:

"Jianling, I'm so eager to see this seat! What happened?"

"Lord, at today's competition, my subordinates found the beggar who appeared on the top of Liupan Mountain that day and destroyed our plan!"

The masked man seemed to be very interested in the beggar mentioned before by Jianling, and his tone was a little expectant and said with a smile:

"Oh? The beggar who made you extremely afraid appeared? Have you found out who he is and from what school he is?

"My subordinates have found out, so I specially informed the Lord to meet here! The man's name is Mu Yunfei. The head of the Fumoyuan is his adoptive father, and the owner of the Yinyang Pavilion is his master! What's strange is that rookies like him seem to be old acquaintances with Jiuding and Hebi!"

"It seems that his backer is really not small! When how many of you besieged Song Yu that day, did he hear your conversation? Do you know the existence of "Qinglan Secret Law"?

"This, I don't know!"

The sword spirit was thrown out from afar, drew a beautiful arc in the cave and hit the mountain wall. The sword spirit spit out a mouthful of blood and didn't care about the pain. He held his right hand on his chest, climbed up tremblingly, knelt down in front of the masked man again, and said in a trembling voice:

"Lord, yes, it's not good for my subordinates! Please be kind to the Lord!"

"Hmm, rubbish! Listen to me. After the competition, you will lead people disguised as demons and eradicate Song Yu's flying rock faction. If this matter is ruined again, you don't have to come back to see me again!"

"Thank you for not killing! I will do my best!"

The masked man seemed to be very satisfied with the performance of Jianling at this moment. He nodded slightly and continued:

"As for that Mu Yunfei, you can use it! I can only deal with it!"

"It's the Lord! Then my subordinates left first!" After saying that, Jianling turned into a black smoke and disappeared into the mountain cave. But the masked man did not leave, as if talking to himself:

"Fantasy Sword, what do you think of the Mu Yunfei mentioned by Jianling?"

"What can you think? It's just a clown! Don't blame me for talking too much. Your so-called subordinates are a bunch of cowardly people, and success is not enough to fail! Why don't I go out in person and remove all those who are in the way?

What is puzzled is that no one appeared in the mountain cave, and the disdainful sound of the magic sword spread everywhere in the space of the cave.

"It's not the right time yet. Please wait patiently. There will be such a day!"

The night is already deep,

Under the bright moonlight, the mountains are getting colder and colder! The mountain cave hidden behind the vines and thorns seems to have never appeared, and it has returned to the silence of the past.

Shortly after the masked man left, an old and loud laugh came from a towering tree not far from the cave. An old man who looks like a beggar is lying on the branches. Looking at his relaxed and comfortable appearance, he seems to be sleeping on a high-level Simmons. At this time, he was wiping his right index finger with his nose on the thick cloth coat on his waist and muttered:

"It's rare to have such a good moon today. How can we cheer up without wine?"

After saying that, his left palm was raised up, and a big purple gourd suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. He pointed the mouth of the gourd at his mouth and turned it upside down, "Guru, grunt!" It was just a fierce irrigation, and it took more than a catty to stop. I burped, patted the big gourd, and shouted:

"Cool! I haven't drunk wine for 200 years. It's delicious. It's delicious!"

After sighing, the old beggar poured again, so he stood up unsatisfiedly, looked up at the jade peak in the night, shook his head and said:

"I didn't expect that I had been squinting for such a while, and 200 years had passed! Look at these unsachiful monks starting to make trouble again! What a practice conference, a competition conference! Come on, let the old man be in a good mood today, and I will join in the fun tomorrow!"

Throw the gourd in his hand. After the purple gourd emitted a dazzling light, it disappeared in the air, and there was a doll about seven or eight years old in front of the old beggar! The pink little face is adorable. It seems that this little baby is a little fool in the old beggar's mouth! The little confused covered his nose and retreated hurriedly, shouting in his mouth:

"Old man, are you too old? And how long has it been since you took a shower? It stinks!"

The old beggar raised his hand and knocked out of thin air, and saw the little fool covering his big bald head and pouted and shouting:

"Ouch! It hurts! Stop, stop, the old man doesn't smell at all, it smells good, and smells great! All right? Really, you always bully me when you are old! Humph, be careful to accuse you of abusing minors!"

"Little fool, you don't know that it is popular in the world to dress like this nowadays. A pair of trousers has to poke a few holes. Old man, I'm called avant-garde and fashionable, okay? As for the taste, of course, it's still a little bit, but the stinky man should be stinky! Haha!"

The little confused look at the old beggar's self-intoxicated smile, can't help shaking his head, and lamenting in his heart that he is really unfavorable!

"Little fool, you will go to the foundation-building competition tomorrow and take it first! So that these kids can know that there is a sky outside and there are people outside!"

"What? Let me compare with people in the foundation period? Old man, are you drunk?" The little confused jumps up and shouts.

"You won't only use the strength of the foundation period? Let you go, that's so much nonsense!"

Although he is usually a little confused with the old beggar, he understands that once the old beggar decides, it cannot be changed! Looking at the old beggar with a little bad face, the little confused had to nod his head helplessly, but he did not forget to knock, stretched out three pink fingers, shook in front of the old beggar's eyes, narrowed his eyes and said:

"It's okay for me to participate, but you have to promise me three conditions! Otherwise, I won't die!"

Three conditions? No way!" The old beggar turned his head aside and refused. The little confused still did not give up, curled up his ring finger and said:

"How about those two?"

"There is no way!"

The little fool put away his middle finger again, leaving only one index finger. Tears kept rolling in his eyes and said sadly:

"I've been with you for so many years, can't the friendship between us even be exchanged for this condition?"

"Oi, all right, just promise you a condition! The old man just can't stand your appearance! Tell me, what's the condition?" The old beggar seemed to be most afraid of this sad expression, so he had to agree.

Really? Don't worry, my condition is very simple! As long as you don't let me become your gourd in the future, I will go to participate in that competition!"

"Okay, old man, I agree! We will go to the Yuqing Palace early tomorrow morning! There is a good wine brewed by the Queen Mother of the West! Haha!" The old beggar readily agreed to the little confused conditions, but he smiled in his heart:

Don't want to be a gourd? Hey hey, at worst, I will turn you into a wine jar in the future! Quack!"