The Beacon of Kyushu

The drunkard in white clothes was suddenly hugged by someone, and he instinctively wanted to break away, but when he heard that the young man in front of him actually called himself "father", his drunkenness immediately faded a lot, "You...who are you? Why do you call me father?" "

Wan Jianfeng choked and said: "Father...Father, my mother is no one else. It is...the Meng Han you just mentioned! I am Meng Han's biological son Wan Jianfeng. No matter who you call father, you don't care who calls me father." ah!"

Hearing this, the drunkard in white clothes immediately woke up from his drunken state. He held Wan Jianfeng's hand, his eyes full of surprise, "You...are you really Menghan's son? I, Wan Mengsheng, actually have a son as old as you." ? Hahaha, I am the only one who followed Murong Yanyun in the army and is still alive, and I am the only one who has descendants. Heaven has treated me well, not lightly!"

Wan Jianfeng nodded vigorously, "You old drunkard, where have you been all these years? Why have I traveled all over the world, but I haven't even heard from you at all!"

Wan Mengsheng patted the wine jar and said with a smile: "There is a saying, 'There are thousands of sorrows about being poor, and three hundred cups of fine wine. There are many sorrows, even though the wine is little, the wine will not bring sorrow!' For so many years as a father, I have been by the wine jar every day. Go around, if you don’t like drinking, you won’t find a father!”

Wan Jianfeng took the wine gourd from his waist and shook it in his hand, "Old drunkard, who said that this young hero doesn't like drinking? If you don't believe me, look, I carry a wine gourd with me, unlike you who only hang around the wine jar. , more promising?”

Wan Mengsheng looked at the wine gourd in his hand and laughed: "Hahaha, my father and your mother are both alcoholics, but they don't carry a wine gourd with them! You are so addicted to alcohol, you are worthy of your father. "

While the father and son were talking and laughing, bursts of footsteps suddenly came from the road, breaking the originally warm and pleasant atmosphere. Wan Mengsheng pointed at the source of the sound and said: "Little drunkard, there is another group of kind-hearted vendors who are bringing us wine! When my father buys it for you, let's get drunk and enjoy it. Wouldn't it be fun?" !”

Wan Jianfeng said hurriedly: "Old drunkard, these are probably not liquor vendors, but the Chaos Cult villains who are chasing me! I'm afraid that even if you give them a gold mountain, they won't sell their heads to you." your!"

Following Wan Jianfeng's words, many cultists, led by Duowen Dajijiu, had already swarmed in front of Zuixian Pavilion and surrounded the pavilion. Wan Mengsheng glanced sideways at these weird-looking congregants and said with a smile: "Haha, little drunkard, since you are Menghan's son, you must know the two major hobbies of a father!"

Wan Jianfeng nodded and said calmly: "Of course I know. One of your hobbies is drinking and the other is sword fighting. But these guys are definitely not willing to drink with our father and son right now. I'm afraid you can only fight swords with them."

Wan Mengsheng slowly stood up from the ground, opened his mouth to burp, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's right! My father, Shukuangjian, has not drank blood for almost twenty years. Today, these weird things are lucky. !" He said and took off his belt. As soon as he released his inner strength, the belt straightened and a terrifying light flashed out. Everyone was blinded by the treasure light, and then they realized what kind of belt he was holding in his hand. It was clearly a soft sword with an excellent steel blade.

But when he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly saw that the leader looked familiar. He rubbed his drunken eyes and said in disbelief: "Tan..."

When Duowen Dajijiu heard the word "Tan", his whole body trembled slightly. When no one was paying attention, he quickly shook his head at Wan Mengsheng.

Wan Mengsheng seemed to have figured out the mystery. He smiled leisurely and said, "Tan... the sword player is so excited!" As he said this, he flicked the sword hard with two fingers of his left hand, and the sword immediately "buzzed". The sound is like the roar of a dragon!

Then, there was no longer any blur in Wan Mengsheng's eyes, but a bright light, his beard fluttering in the wind, very chic. The original sloppy feeling was gone, and there was a kind of independent and independent style, the air of a banished immortal.

All the believers, whether they could hear or see, were all shocked. Although Wan Jianfeng was young, he had seen numerous storms and waves, but when he witnessed his father's demeanor with a sword waiting for the enemy, he was deeply shocked.

"Dancing Lotus Sword!" Wan Mengsheng shouted loudly, the sword in his palm flowed, the sword body was full of brilliance, even though it was only one sword, it was like thousands of lotus blossoms blooming, and the murderous intention shot straight into the sky. Don't talk about resisting this sword. Even if you try to distinguish the near and far, the real and the fake, it is all in vain!
Duowen Dajijiu frowned slightly, knowing that with his own swordsmanship, he would not be able to break this move. He had no choice but to move his heart, and his sword turned into a flying rainbow, striking directly at Wan Mengsheng's head, giving him the impression of dying together. Wan Mengsheng saw that he was desperately trying, and instead of hiding, he showed a proud smile, "Take off the sword to become a close relative!" Following his words, the Shu Kuang Sword instantly turned into an afterimage, and slashed horizontally towards the elbow of Duowen Dajiu. go.

Even if he couldn't see the Dajiu Wine, he knew that Wan Mengsheng must be extremely powerful here. He was so frightened that he quickly stopped his sword and stepped back five or six steps. Wan Mengsheng saw Duo Wen retreating from the grand ceremony, so he was not in a hurry to step forward. He only held his sword and stared at his every move.

"The evil ghost is too strong, let's retreat quickly!" Duowen Dajiujiu did not dare to be an enemy of Wan Mengsheng anymore. He gestured quickly with his hands and was about to escape first. Which of the believers was not afraid of Wan Mengsheng? When he saw the great sacrificial wine and ordered to retreat, he shouted in his heart that the sacrificial wine was wise.

But before everyone could evacuate, they suddenly saw two figures, one red and one blue, appearing in the distance. They came closer in the blink of an eye, "Wen Dajiu, why haven't you ordered Wan Jianfeng to be arrested! If Wan Jianfeng is allowed to be this bastard, The kid escaped, who among us can afford it?"

Wen Duojiu listened carefully and recognized that the speaker was Wang Shaoyang. He hurriedly gestured and said: "Brother Wang, the enemy is very difficult to deal with, so deal with it carefully!"

Wang Shaoyang couldn't understand the meaning of hearing more about Dajijiu, but thinking that it was just to advise himself not to act rashly, he couldn't help snorting coldly, "Dajijiu, is such an alcoholic worthy of telling our brothers to be careful? I'll let you see it today. , how did our brothers take off this guy’s head!”

Zhang Shaoyin gently pulled Wang Shaoyang's sleeve and said: "Brother, I think the sword in this drunkard's hand is quite good. He must not be a good person. We'd better be careful!"

Wang Shaoyang disagreed, pointed at Wan Mengsheng with his sword, and shouted: "Our brothers are ordered to hunt down Wan Jianfeng. If you know what's going on, disperse quickly! Otherwise, don't blame our brothers for being rude to you!"

Wan Mengsheng glanced at the two of them sideways, and then he was about to draw his sword, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the swords in their hands. For some reason, Wan Mengsheng's eyes slowly turned red, and his eyes were inexplicably filled with tears, "Who are you? How dare you use Pingzhou's sword!"

"Bah!" Wang Shaoyang spat and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are, you dare to call our old leader by his name! If you dare to scream again, our brothers will beat you until you are full of teeth!"

Zhang Shaoyin also said angrily: "Yes, I advise you to get out of the way quickly and find a place where no one is around to drink your wine, otherwise we will really take action against you!"

Wan Mengsheng's expression calmed down and he said angrily: "I don't even bother to care who you want to kill today, except this little drunkard! If you are determined to do harm to him, first ask me if I agree with the long sword in my hand. !”

Wang Shaoyang was furious and said: "Who do you think you are, you dare to protect a bastard like Wan Jianfeng? You don't think that the broken sword in your hand is sharper, so our brothers are afraid of you!"

Zhang Shaoyin smiled coldly, "Yes, if you have the ability, just tell us so that our brothers will know who you are, a blind and unknown rat!"

Wan Mengsheng was not annoyed at all. He chuckled and said three words, "Wan Mengsheng." He only said three words softly, but in everyone's ears, it was like three muffled thunders, shaking everyone present. Everyone is terrified. (End of chapter)