Chapter 9

Liu Huifeng did not refuse. After taking the bowl, he drank it all. Liu Huifeng drank a lot of wine on Longkong Mountain, especially when Xiao was away, but the two of them drank a lot of honey wine on Longkong Mountain, but at this moment, it was just bamboo leaves.

"Refresh, refreshing! I haven't drunk so refreshingly for a long time. When I meet a confidant in my life, I will be very white!"

Shang Qinggui saw Liu Huifeng drinking, stroked his palm and laughed, and asked with a little expectation:

"How about this wine?"

Liu Huifeng pondered slightly and said slowly:

"Like wine is not wine, like tea is not tea. As soon as I first tasted it, a fragrance is refreshing. It is indeed a good wine, but it is less sweet compared with the wine I used to drink in the past."

"Sweet?" Shang Qinggui heard Liu Huifeng's words and said, "Brother Liu, is the wine you usually drink sweet?"

Liu Huifeng said honestly, "Yes, I usually drink honey wine, which is naturally sweet..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shang Qinggui, "What! You actually have honey wine to drink! It's so unfair. Why, why, why don't I have honey to drink?"

Shang Qinggui stood up, looking crazy and roaring repeatedly. The people sitting nearby heard the sound and turned their eyes here one after another.

Liu Huifeng was shocked and looked around. Seeing that everyone seemed to be watching, he hurried forward and pressed Shang Qinggui, "Brother Shang, you are drunk."

Shang Qinggui looked at Liu Huifeng with sad and unwilling eyes, rolled his eyes, and fell back, so he was unconscious.

Liu Huifeng was angry and funny, so he had to call the shopkeeper to send Shang Qinggui back to the room first, and he ordered a few small dishes, asked for a bowl of noodles, and slowly ate it.

After dinner, Liu Huifeng went to wander around the town again until every family turned on the lights and the sky darkened, and then returned to the inn.

Before entering his guest room and sitting still, Liu Huifeng heard a knock on the door. He got up and opened the door. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. Standing outside the door was the noble who was drinking with him today.

"Brother Shang, what are you?"

"Haha, Huifeng, I heard that you told him to send me to the guest room to settle down. Thank you very much for your brother."

Liu Huifeng shook his head and said, "That's true." But he thought, "This Shang Qinggui is a familiar person. He and I have only met two faces, and we have begun to return to the title of brother." He didn't care much. Thinking about this in his heart, he let Shang Qinggui into the house.

Shang Qinggui closed the door, sat down and took a look at the decorations in the room, and couldn't help praising:

"It seems that you are also a gentle man. My guest room has only been in for three days, and it has become a dog kennel."

Liu Huifeng smiled and didn't say anything. Then he sat down, so he had time to look at the man in front of him carefully. Taking a closer look, he found that the Shang Qinggui in front of him was actually much younger than he thought. Although he was untidy, he was also quite handsome. He just didn't clean himself up, tied a bun randomly with his long hair, and there were still dry wine stains on his faded robe. At most, this figure was thrown into the crowd as a handsome drunkard. It was not until he saw the sword behind the handsome drunkard that Liu Huifeng's attention began to be attracted by him.

The sword is the ancestor of hundreds of soldiers. Taoist monks and martial arts practitioners carry them all walks around the world. The difference is that most ordinary martial arts practitioners hang their long swords on their waists, which is convenient to pull them out directly. However, the practitioner can fly directly with the sword behind his back.

Liu Huifeng's sword is an alternative at his waist. He followed Xiao separately to practice. Naturally, his vision cannot be compared with ordinary people. Where the Huifeng sword is placed is no different for him. In addition, this is not a practice of hiding his identity. However, it is estimated that no one is willing to hide their sword ability except Liu Huifeng, so the position of the sword is different. Although it is not far away, its meaning is very different. Could the noble Shang Qinggui in front of him be a monk?

"The wind is back, I don't know if you are passing by or planning to stay here for a long time?"

Shang Qinggui's eyes swept the long sword at Liu Huifeng's waist and asked with interest.

Liu Huifeng smiled and said, "I plan to leave for Hangzhou tomorrow."

When Shang Qinggui heard Liu Huifeng say that he was going to Hangzhou, he was overjoyed, "If it's Hangzhou, we can go together."

He originally thought that he would go to Hangzhou. It would be best if Liu Huifeng could go with him. If he did not go there, he would have to find a way to travel with Liu Huifeng. However, he had to take a detour back to Hangzhou, but he did not think that Liu Huifeng's destination was exactly the same as himself, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Why, you are also going to Hangzhou?"

Shang Qinggui nodded and answered, "Yes, I'm here to Hangzhou to find a friend. What about you?"

Liu Huifeng said happily, "I'm also looking for people."

Shang Qinggui nodded, "It's so good. Will the two of us move forward together tomorrow?"

Liu Huifeng thought that there was nothing inconvenient about him. If there was a care all the way, it would be good, so he agreed.

At present, the two chatted for a few words, and Shang Qinggui did not hide their identity. Between words, they told Liu Huifeng that he was a subordinate of Kunlun. Liu Huifeng did not show too much interest in this matter. Seeing him like this, Shang Qinggui closed his mouth and stopped talking about his teacher.

It was not until he saw that Liu Huifeng was slightly tired that Shang Qinggui left and returned to his guest room. Before leaving, he and Liu Huifeng made an appointment to leave with him inn tomorrow morning.

Shang Qinggui returned to his room, looked at the place he nicknamed the dog kennel, and lay on his back and thought about it.

The sword on Liu Huifeng's waist is obviously not ordinary. When he drank by himself in the afternoon, he suddenly felt a chill. When he checked it, he found that the chill came from the long sword on the waist of a teenager in front of him, and he was immediately interested in it.

You should know that some magic weapons are in hand, and the cultivation can be said to have doubled out of thin air. Obviously, the long sword on Liu Huifeng's waist is in this case. As a native of Kunlun, Shang Qinggui has a lot of experience in sword refining. With his spiritual knowledge alone, he can feel that this sword must be made of extremely cold things, and the world can be refined into such weapons. In addition to his own Kunlun, there is only another immortal sect as Kunlun - Shushan. No matter where the sword comes from, Its history is bound to be extraordinary.

Although the fashion noble did not have the idea of killing and becoming more goods, he was also full of interest in Liu Huifeng, so he invited Liu Huifeng to drink together. Although there were only a few words, he also appreciated Liu Huifeng. However, he secretly did not see Liu Huifeng's cultivation, so he simply invited him to go on the road. First, he came to find out the sword. Second, I also want to see if this friend is worth making friends with each other.