Chapter 5 Hate

Mo Shoucheng ignored his childishness. What he cared about was the meaning of Ao Lai's words. Rescued from the sea? Isn't that girl named Xiaoye from the Giant Whale Gate?

At this time, the old dragon king roared dissatisfiedly from the Fuhai Hall: "Xiao Mo! Come on! You two stinky guys are outside, right? What are you arguing about? Come in quickly!"

Mo Shoucheng and Aolai looked at each other. Before he could respond to the other party's little insistence, he had been whitewashed by Aolai. Of course, the conversation couldn't continue. Ao Lai hummed softly and quickly walked to the Fuhai Hall.

Looking at his small figure behind, Mo Shoucheng shook his head with some tears and laughter, and then walked in.

As Mo Shoucheng expected, more than a dozen men in the hall were drunk and shook their heads one by one on the table and bench. Among them, there is Yan Chi Xing and a one-eyed man I have seen before. At this time, Mo Shoucheng naturally knows the other party's name - saying that the name is not appropriate, rather than the name: the old young man.

The old dragon king was still sitting on the conspicuous big bed, but there was a wooden table in front of him. The wooden table is carved from huge wood in the sea. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and there are no mosquitoes. It is frosted with fingers and can also smell a fragrance.

And Si Konglan sat next to this wooden table and drank one cup after another with the old dragon king with a bitter face.

But other than that, there are other things that are different from usual. That's a wine bowl placed on the table of the square table. It is said to be a wine bowl, but it is three or four times larger than the ordinary big bowl, but it can be called a sea bowl. Mo Shoucheng entered through the gate and walked all the way to the direction of the White Hu Long King. On the way, he greeted a group of giant whale gate heroes on his left and right.

When he came to Bai Hu, Ao Lai, who walked in front of him, had already prepared two wine bowls. Mo Shoucheng's scalp was numb, knowing that this was the so-called "rule". You don't need to salute like other immortals, but you must drink a bowl of wine.

Aolai doesn't like Mo Shoucheng. He has repeatedly attacked him and failed to succeed. His little self-esteem has long been hurt, but at this time, he wants to seek face in the bar. He put away the two wine bowls, picked up the wine jar placed next to the big bed and poured them down. In a moment, he filled the two wine bowls, and pushed one of them to Mo Shoucheng, with a more provocative look on his face.

Mo Shoucheng sighed in his heart, but still followed the rules, reached out to hold the wine bowl, and then poured it into his throat happily.

"Old Dragon King." Mo Shoucheng nodded to the other party, and then turned slightly to the Sikonglan beside him: "Immortal Lan."

In fact, these days, the two of them are also suffering in the same sea of wine. There is no need to distinguish between superiority and inferior names. At this time, Sikonglan felt something wrong when he heard him respectfully calling himself an immortal.

"I heard that it is almost at the destination?" As soon as Mo Shoucheng put down the bowl, Aolai had already filled it for him again. He took a look at Ao and ignored it. Ask the old dragon king directly about what he is most concerned about.

The old dragon king, who called himself white beard, laughed and pointed to the huge sea bowl on the table and said, "Xiao Mo is too anxious. That's all. If I don't let you know the situation, I'm afraid this wine won't be happy!"

A blue water drop suddenly condensed in the palm of the old dragon king's hand, shaped like a pea. The old man seemed to bounce his fingers powerfully, and the drop of water suddenly esconceived into the big mouth of the sea bowl.

I ate the water droplet in the seemingly stable sea bowl on the table, and suddenly shook it. After a moment, it suddenly shot a light blue light from the sea bowl to the sky. The light is not dazzling, soft but deep, and gradually spread in the air.

Gradually, the light turned into a vast ocean.

"We are here now." The owner of the giant whale door looked at his son beside him. Ao Lai struggled for a while, then put down the wine bowl in his hand, reluctantly walked to Mo Shoucheng, stretched out his hand, pointed to one of the Wang Yanghai map spreading in the air, and then said, "According to the direction of Lan Shangxian's finger, Xuantian Pavilion is probably in this area."

Ao said and moved his fingertips again. The location indicated was shown on the map, which was indeed not far from where they are now. Only then did Mo Shoucheng exhale for a long time: "Thank you for your righteousness!"

The old dragon king laughed, and immediately sat up straight from **, raised the wine bowl in his hand, and shouted to the hall, "Rabbits! Xiaomo said thank you for our help. He is so polite. How do you think we should punish him!" His voice was loud and he did not speak with Zhenyuan Xiu, but he had overwhelmed the noise in the hall.

Many men in the Fuhai Hall looked at each other. At this time, Yan Chi Xing suddenly stood up from his seat, raised the wine bowl in his hand and said, "Let him punish himself three bowls first!" Have a good drink with us again!"

Someone took the lead, and others immediately raised their wine bowls and shouted, "Not bad! First punish yourself three bowls, and then have a good drink! Have a good drink!"

This sound came one after another, and Mo Shoucheng was surrounded by it, and he could only look at Sikong Lan for help. But she didn't expect that Sikonglan had decided that her dead fairy friend would not die. She only smiled awkwardly at him and turned away...

It seems that you can't escape this time, although I want to say so. But Mo Shoucheng also really likes this group of sea men. They look vulgar but righteous. Although it is not like the elegance of practitioners, there is another heroism.

I have always admired the three real people and five scattered people of Qingyun Daomen. This time, I can make friends with Xiaomo, such a young and talented man like you. I'm so happy that I can even eat three more bowls!" White Bear laughed and patted his thigh and said, "Since I know the reason why Xiaomo went to Xuantian Pavilion this time, of course, I can't ignore it - I can't ask Qingyun Daomen to face the thousand-year-old devil alone! Xiaomo, you drink! For each bowl, I will send ten medium-grade fairy stones, and every ten bowls of fairy stones will be added!"

Hearing the other party's words, Mo Shoucheng was moved. There were no other ideas. He quickly grabbed the wine bowl on the table, raised it to the old dragon king in front of him, and said loudly, "Qingyun disciple Mo Shoucheng is here to thank the dragon king Gaoyi!" After saying that, he poured a bowl of wine into his stomach.

But at this time, the man who was called the old young man also stood up from his seat and shouted to the old dragon king, "Master! After sending the Mexican brothers this time, should our brothers also go to Qingyun Mountain to help? The door owner wants to meet three real people and five scattered people, but I'm afraid this is a good opportunity!"

"Old young head! You are smart!" Old Dragon King stared at him with an angry look, but this appearance was obviously just a joke. However, the practitioners who conquered the sea immediately smiled again: "You don't have to say this! Don't I know myself!?

Seeing that the people of the Giant Whale Gate are all so righteous, Sikonglan sitting beside him can't sit still. He immediately stood up and said to Mo Shoucheng, "Shoucheng, I can't make a promise to you and Qingyun Daomen on behalf of Xuantian Pavilion. But I can represent myself! This time you go to visit the elder of my cabinet. No matter what the result is, I will accompany you back to the Qingyun Taoist Gate to fight against the birth of the devil!"

This scene makes Mo Shoucheng, a fledgling teenager, want to say something.

But somehow, he didn't know what to say. He just felt that his hand holding the wine bowl trembled a little. In my heart, there is a fire burning - I don't know whether it is excited, moved, or both.

He looked at the group of practitioners in the Fuhai Hall and squirmed his lips, but he never said that sentence. Deep in his heart, he was a little hateful.

Hate cultivation and those who cultivate truth. Hate those who don't take human lives, are full of blood, and can sacrifice anything carelessly for their own selfishness. Because they have power, they talk about the law of the weak.

For example, Pan Nie... For example, the ancestor of heaven... Among them, there should be the demon who is about to be born.

"I... I will never admit that you people are practitioners." Thinking of these demons, Mo Shoucheng's eyes showed red light. He slowly clenched his fist, looked at the people around him, and gently opened his mouth, as if to say to himself, "The real practitioners should be like them!"

At this time, Ao Lai noticed a strange scene on the light blue light screen. He opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "Old man, look! What is this?"

His voice seemed urgent and sudden, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. A group of men stood up and looked at the light curtain.

This magic weapon called "Swallowing Sea Bowl" is refined by the White Hu Longwang, the owner of the giant whale gate, with his own interests, which does not need to be mentioned. But aside from its appearance, it is a rare special magic weapon.

can not only be used for charts, but also display all the sea conditions in dozens of waters. In this sea, it can be said to be an extremely practical magic weapon. Now, in that light curtain, a strange scene appears.

Before, it was still a blue sea, which was suddenly dyed black, and the black tide spread rapidly. Above the light curtain, in the Black Sea, several limb-like objects emerged from time to time and lifted the waves.

"What is this?!" Ao Lai didn't know enough, and he was a little panicked when he saw this vision. But the white beard beside him, the dragon king of the sea, sank his face and whispered, "What's the panic! It's just a deep-sea thief."

"Xiaoyan! Old young man!" The old dragon king turned over and waved his hand: "Go and explore!"

"Yes!" Yan Chijing, who was named, and the old young man immediately put down the wine bowl and clenched their fists. Then he unfolded his body and flew out of the hall.