Unbeatable Evil King

The wooden door creaked, no one started it. Then a faint sandalwood smell mixed with strong wine gas came to the nose.

Ye Wuqi's nose fluttered for a moment, and he felt that the smell was a little pungent and intolerable. It was even worse than the wine smell on the hangover of ordinary people.

As soon as Zhao siliang entered the door, the smile on his face became more and more respectful. However, he was also a bit unbearable. It seemed that he was deeply affected by the strange smell.

He stepped down a little, as if he were afraid to disturb the master.

Ye Wuque doesn't think so. Isn't he a drunkard? If it wasn't for the fact that I was a little bit tired, I would be too lazy to come.

The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is only a wooden table and a few wooden chairs in the living room. They all look old and simple.

They went through the screen and went into the inner room. They saw a slovenly thin old man lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed and snoring slightly. With the snore, the goatee on his chin trembled and seemed to be sleeping heavily.

Ye Wuxiang doesn't know whether the old man is really sleeping or sleeping. After all, he has said something just now.

The old man wore simple clothes, his trousers and sweaters were white washed, and the style was very old, which was not easy to find in the market today.

He held a broken Pu fan in his hand, which was almost the same as Ji Gong's. On the bedside table beside the wooden couch is a teacup, or should be called a teapot. It is like the product of the last century. The military green and the paint are mottled, which can only be seen from the film and television works.

There is something strange in Ye Wuqi's eyes. Is this the so-called Xuan level master? How to look like a common old man from that difficult time, his life can't be more simple.

There is not even a TV set at home, but there are a lot of books. There are three rows of bookshelves behind the bamboo couch, which are full of books.

However, ye Wuqian doesn't believe that the old man really doesn't have any electrical appliances in his home. Otherwise, he would not have been able to find him so soon if he had just registered in the base of the shadow secret group.

"Master drunkard, I've come to see you with Ye Wuqian. This is a little bit of my two people's wishes. Please take care of it."

With that, Zhao siliang put a big bag of melons and fruits snacks on the table beside the bamboo couch, and then he came back to pay homage.

Ye Wuqi noticed that Zhao siliang was a disciple's rite, which was only a half ceremony rather than a whole ceremony.

Confucian students have three kinds of teachers: preaching, imparting knowledge and dispelling doubts. Confucius is the only preacher for thousands of people. There can only be one tutor in his life, but there are many teachers who can solve puzzles.

Confucius said: three people line, there must be my teacher Yan, refers to the teacher to solve doubts.

This drunken dream master is really Zhao siliang's Confucianist teacher. However, he is good at Buddhism and Taoism. Confucianism doesn't know much about it, so Zhao siliang practices half rites.

When he heard that there was something to eat, the master of drunken dream woke up sleepily. He looked old, but his face was gray and his spirit was very good. It seemed that the desire to sleep was not lack of sleep or physical malaise, but a kind of attitude towards life.

Ye Wuxiang guessed so.

"Zhao, you have a heart."

Drunken dream master smile, the wrinkles on his face are opened some, he as if no one else like peeling an orange, hit his mouth, eat orange juice are Zizi out, sprinkle a body do not care.

He ate poorly and praised it as "delicious".

Zhao siliang helplessly looked at Ye Wuliang, as if to say: you don't mind, drunk dream master is like this, free and easy, natural, unrestrained.

Ye Wuqi smiles and says he doesn't care. However, for the Confucianists' disciples, the appearance of master drunkard has already been regarded as "rude". The status of "Rites" is very important, even if the contents of "Rites" of later generations have changed, they are still very important.

If he did this often, he could be respected by Zhao siliang, a Confucian disciple, which showed that he was indeed talented and worthy of his respect.

Waiting for the drunk master to finish an orange and a banana and apple one after another.

Master Zuimeng stroked his beard and waved his hand to let Ye Wuqian and ye Wuqian sit down. However, they only looked at each other and laughed bitterly. There was a bamboo couch in the room and there was no place to sit outside the table. Naturally, it was impossible for them to sit on the ground.

"You don't have to, old man. We'll just stand." Ye Wuqi slightly owes his back and opens the door to see the mountain road: "I don't know the name of the elder called Wuque to come, so why?"

A pair of slightly turbid, but still deep eyes, master Zuimeng looked at Ye wubu with one eye. Ye Wuqian seemed to see the silhouette of the trivial events in his eyes, and he couldn't help being stunned.

His situation shows that the state of cultivation of the master of drunken dream has indeed fallen to a certain level. The long river of life experience is revealed from the window of the mind, the eye, and forms a virtual shadow that can influence others.

He had seen Qu baiqiu only once before, but only once. It was when Wang Zhan decided to entrust Qu baiqiu to him that night that he felt upset and Bo Xing LAN Kuo escaped.Although the present and the master of drunken dream did not seem to be in tune, there were some empty thoughts in his eyes all the time, which showed that his state of mind was in a period of change and he could not control himself. It was not as good as Wang Zhan, who did not show the mountains or leak water.

Such a comparison makes a higher sentence.

However, even in this case, this man is also very powerful, can not be underestimated.

Master Zuimeng looked at him with a knowing smile, and the wrinkles on his face were blooming like flowers.

But then ye Wuwu had a flower in front of him. He was shocked. His hair stood up in an instant, and his pores were open. Although the weather was very hot, he felt cold from inside to outside, and the cool air poured into his nose.

Because, in front of him, the sloppy old man on the bamboo couch disappeared, and a sense of urgency, acuteness, and chilling into the bone marrow came from behind. Ye Wuxiang felt that he was just like a mouse being watched by a snake, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

At the next moment, ye felt as if a heavy mountain had fallen down on his shoulder, which was worth tens of millions of gold. Half of his bones were cracked and he would kneel down as soon as his knees were soft.

Ye Wuque was furious. The bad old man didn't know why he wanted to make a fool of himself and kneel down on his knees when he met for the first time?

Thank you, I was so respectful just now. I've seen a ghost.

He roared with surprise and anger, and suddenly stopped when his legs and knees were less than a decimeter above the ground.

"Click -"

Ye wumi suddenly exerted his force, and the floor tiles on the ground cracked in response to the sound, as if they had been severely hit by a big hammer. The fragments of the floor tiles were all splashed and splashed to a place several meters away, hitting the wall, falling into pieces, hitting the screen, and deeply inlaid.

Several pieces of debris splashed past, like flying swords, which cut Zhao siliang's deep robe and made several cracks.

On the ground, cracks spread like branches, with the leaves intact as the center, all the bricks in the two meters inland were broken into large and small pieces, and the solid concrete ground had cracks.

"Ah Ye Wuque roared, his legs trembled and sore, like a mountain on his back. He felt that his leg bones and knees were going to be crushed and broken. If it had not been for the second mirror to refine bones and marrow the day after tomorrow, the whole skeleton would be as tough as gold and stone, and he would have been wasted by this palm.