In the world Chapter 41 Spring Old Wine

Han Feng found it strange that that kind of consciousness was passed on to herself by Yuanzhu. But he didn't have time to think about it and began to spit it out according to the strange method of transportation.

As soon as he was successful, a few big words appeared in Han Feng's mind: "Yuan Yixin Method".

This is a strange way of luck. The strange breath guided the huge power condensed by the blood of the rushing beasts to come out of a new road in Han Feng's body. After Han Feng's injury, the meridians that were originally unavailable were suddenly connected, and those meridians seemed to be much thicker. The meridians that Han Feng did not know before The pulse has also been opened up.

Painful, incomparable pain. Han Feng's body felt that every drop of pain in his body clearly came to his mind. But he also clearly felt the new changes in his body. The pleasure after the passage of the meridians and the pain of re-opening are intertwined, making Han Feng walk through hell and heaven.

"Boom!"

A loud and audible sound sounded from Han Feng's body. He felt that a huge stone blocked in his chest was broken, and the huge silted power finally had an outlet, and the beginning and end were connected to the meridians of his whole body. In an hour, Han Feng had a feeling that he wanted to go in the air. The wounds on his body are healing magically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"H"

I was able to move. Han Feng looked at his already moving body and shouted happily. A stench came. Looking at his body that had not been washed for many days, he felt disgusted and followed the sound of Han Feng to the sound of water several miles away.

It is a big waterfall, and the torrent flows down from the mountain like thousands of white horses. Below the pearl jade splash is a bottomless pool.

"Ah!" With a strange roar, Han Feng suddenly rushed to the upside-down waterfall and threw it into the torrent like a boulder...

"Rumble."

A huge thunder sounded, and the waterfall flying down suddenly rolled up. In the vacuum of the water flow, a tiny figure is waving his arm, forcing the water flow into the air.

Half an hour later, the wet Han Feng appeared beside a mossy stream. His red upper body was faintly golden, covered with dirt, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction. Ah," sounded with surprise. From the clear stream, Han Feng found that his white hair had turned into a faint gold. What's going on? Is it because I sucked the golden blood of the red flame golden beast? He thought to himself. But it looks like it has become more handsome. He muttered.

"What a narcissist." A sharp voice sounded. Han Feng didn't look at it and knew that the hateful little guy came back. At this moment, he jumped on Han Feng's shoulder and was pulling his hair with his little paws.

"Where have you been, you foodie? I almost killed the young master just now. Han Feng is not angry. Hee, I just went to the mountain to pick a few red fruits to eat. It seems that you have gained a lot."

"Zhu Guo? Don't blow the sky, it's a panacea."

Why don't you believe it? This heavenly beast is the peerless heavenly beast. What are these elixirs? No matter how precious I am... the heavenly beast can also be found. It is constantly learning from Han Feng to speak.

"Just now, the young master of this mythical beast taught you to absorb the blood of that big guy is your lifesaver."

"Yes, thank you, Master Mythical Beast." Han Feng said jokingly.

"People say: the grace of dripping water... What's the reward? How do you repay the young master of the mythical beast?

"A roast chicken."

"No." The little guy jumped up, and his hairy little face was full of anger.

"You said."

"Well, at least... one a day."

"Three days."

"Two days"

"Two and a half days."

"Two days."

"I will never go back to that dead bag again."

......

In the mountain wind, the sound of one person and one beast gradually faded away, leaving only the afterglow of the sky dyed red with green mountains and green water.

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Unparalleled City.

This is the location of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy, one of the four martial arts institutes of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. The vast Shangjiang River turned a corner from Wushuang City, just like holding this unparalleled city tightly in its arms, irrigating hundreds of miles into a piece of "south of the Yangtze River." Although it is located in the northwest of the dynasty, it is rich in products and densely populated.

Unparalleled City opened the old gate in the morning sound. The old city woke up from the haze.

This day was the sixth day of September 1994 in Tian'an of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. Wearing the cold fog of the morning, people began a busy day.

The girl with two buns and white calves carried a wooden barrel to fray water, and took it again to wash the rice. The sister-in-law in an embroidered skirt went to the vegetable market to buy a few catties of fresh vegetables. When she came back, she saw that the fish seller Li Er was still fresh, so she bought one and went home to make the fresh fish she had always wanted to eat. Tang; A Hu, who was playing firewood, carried two loads of freshly laid dry firewood and walked on the road. The heavy dry firewood trembled on his shoulder, but he didn't feel tired at all, because he wanted to buy a rattle for his son who had just one month old when he sold the firewood and went back...

The curling cooking smoke emerges from the chimneys of thousands of families, and the unparalleled city is full of the fragrance of rice.

"That's great!"

This exclamation came from Han Feng's heart. At this moment, he is squinting and thinking about himself in an inconspicuous small restaurant in the city. Looking at the busy people, listening to the noise, away from the dark Jade God Array and the terrible red flame golden beast, he finally reached his destination - Unparalleled City.

It's safe to come. Although he wants to see Qingcheng's brother and of course the beautiful master Murong Ruxue, he is not anxious to see people around to inquire - he never does that kind of stupid thing that is both laborious and ineffective. Years of travel experience tell him that there is a gathering place for news between restaurants and teahouses. As long as you want a pot of turbid wine, order a few dishes, and sit quietly, those sensational and influential things, including what you don't want to know, will be poured into your ears and you can't hide.

Han Feng is good at drinking, but he is not good at drinking. It is enough to drink half a catty and four taels. At this moment, he is squinting and admiring the slightly reddish old wine in the coarse porcelain bowl on the old wooden table.

Wushuang City is rich in cypress. Local farmers use it as wine. The wine is light red and very beautiful. Moreover, the goji is originally a strong thing, so the old wine of the local land has always been the favorite thing in the cup of men, which is known as the spring sun wine.

After enjoying the light red old wine, he poured the Chunyang wine with a strong medicinal fragrance into his throat. Han Feng only felt a spicy mixture of fire extending from his throat to his lower abdomen. It's really good wine." Han Feng secretly praised that this kind of wine is not much worse than the champion and the first wine of Songhe Tower in Beijing, but here you have something to share with everyone.

Han Feng felt a little angry when he thought of it. He couldn't help thinking of a thing last year...

The first batch of top students and the first wine of Songhe Tower were on the market on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, and people scrambled to taste it. In order to drink the first glass of wine, Han Feng waited all night before grabbing the seat. The black-hearted owner of Songhelou raised the price by ten times. Han Feng felt a little distressed when he thought of the money he spent. At that time, his monthly pocket money made him unable to go to Yihongyuan for a long time. Because in order to restrict Han Feng from going out and linger in the place of fireworks, Mr. Han limited his pocket money to a very small amount. Finally, he went to stay in his sister-in-law's living room all day before he finally got 300 taels of silver and went to Yihongyuan to meet Qingyue.

"Hmm." Han Feng sneered in his heart and said, "If you have time, you must find a way to brew this Chunyang wine. Go back and open a restaurant. Yes, just open it opposite the Songhe Tower and crush the black-hearted Songhe Tower..." Thinking of the grand plan in his heart, Han Feng's face showed a sneer. He picked up a coarse porcelain bowl and poured the light red wine into his throat, and a strong burst into his nose.

"Cough..."

Good...good wine!

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