Hearing Nanfeng's words, Changle raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued walking unhurriedly towards the ruined temple.
Since the last time they were separated, he and Fatty had said that they would come back to meet him for a drink after finishing the work at hand, so Changle was not surprised to see Nanfeng. When he arrived at the door, he asked casually, "When did you arrive?"
"Yesterday," Nan Feng pointed to the corner of the wall, "Did you see the royal tribute?"
"I have heard about what you did in the palace during the day," Changle walked to the bonfire and sat down in the same position as before. "Did you also kill Li Chaozong?"
Nanfeng nodded, "Yes, this old guy is a serious problem of mine. I finally got rid of him."
Changle didn't answer, put down the narrow knife in his hand, and threw a few pieces of firewood into the bonfire.
Nanfeng went to the corner to get wine. The tribute wine was twenty kilograms per jar. The emperor was generous and gave eight jars. The four jars were connected into a bundle, which could be carried with both hands.
Except for the fat man, they were the two of them who drank the most among the seven. Nanfeng brought two jars over, one for each person. In fact, the two of them could not drink so much. The reason why Nanfeng did this was to get drunk. Getting drunk is natural. Not to numb himself, but to create an excuse to give his sword to Chang Le.
After laying out the braised pickles, they opened the wine jar. The two of them grabbed the wine jar and gulped it down each.
Nanfeng put down the wine jar, grabbed a piece of dried beans and ate it, "This wine is good, refreshing and mellow."
Changle put down the wine jar and tilted his head to look at him, "Yu Qingzong..."
"I did it too." Nanfeng interrupted Chang Le, grabbed a piece of braised pork and handed it to him, "Eat some."
Changle took it and took a bite, "Have you made any progress in studying the Heavenly Book?"
Nan Feng was originally worried about how to explain to Chang Le that his cultivation level had soared, but after hearing Chang Le's words, he walked down the slope and said, "I have achieved some success."
"Speak to me," Changle said.
As for the Book of Heaven, Nan Feng just wrote it down. If he had any insights to share with Chang Le, he casually changed the topic, "Don't worry, let's drink."
The two drank again.
"You shouldn't inform her." Chang Le said. He was a discerning person and naturally knew that Nan Feng was making a fuss in the palace in order to notify Chu Huairou to come out and meet her.
"It's not for you," Nanfeng said casually, "I already have news about Big Eyes, and I have notified Fatty and eldest brother Mo Li. They will come over tomorrow. We have been separated for seven or eight years. It is rare for us to get together once, so we can't Who is missing?"
Changle said nothing and continued to chew the piece of braised pork.
"It's only been a few days, why have you lost weight again?" Nanfeng frowned and looked at Changle, "Where's the money I gave you earlier? Did you buy wine?"
"I helped others a little, and bought the rest for wine," Changle said.
"If you have blessings to enjoy, don't make it your own fault. You can't make do with the food. It doesn't matter if you have one more drink or one drink less." Nanfeng advised. Ordinary purple energy masters are not the generals of Changle and Yihe. If Changle wants to seek wealth, it doesn't matter. It's not troublesome, and the reason why he doesn't ask for anything is not only because he doesn't value money, but also because it involves self-punishment. Chu Huairou's incident has become a burden that he can't get rid of, and his attitude towards Chu Huairou after the incident also made him regret it. Very guilty.
Changle didn't want to hear what Nanfeng said about mother-in-law. He glanced at him and didn't answer his words.
Changle was also hungry, and kept eating all the braised meat. Then he grabbed the wine jar again, and ignored the south wind, and raised his head to swallow.
Nanfeng then grabbed the wine jar and took a sip, then put it down, took the talisman utensils from his arms and drew them carefully. This cinnabar talisman paper was originally used to draw talismans, but the number of times it was used to draw talismans has not been used to describe the heavenly book. Many times.
"Here, I'll give you another piece. I got it from Li Chaozong during the day." Nanfeng handed over the talisman.
Not only did Nan Feng's life as a beggar leave its mark on him, but Chang Le was not spared either. Seeing Nan Feng hand over the talisman, he wiped the oil on his hands from his sleeves before reaching out to take it.
After looking at it for a long time, he closed his eyes and muttered, "There is still something lacking."
"There are nine pieces of the Book of Heaven. Counting this piece, you already have seven pieces. I'm afraid you won't be able to find the remaining two pieces." Nanfeng said.
Changle didn't speak for a long time after that, just staring at the talisman in his hand, sometimes opening and sometimes closing his eyes, obviously trying to force memory.
After half a stick of incense, Changle threw the talisman into the fire and picked up the wine jar again.
When Changle was memorizing the tortoise shell patterns, Nanfeng had been thinking about whether to tell Changle about Yu Wenyong so that Changle could be aware of it. However, after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea. With Changle's temperament, anyone who might have any influence on Chu Huairou He would take action to remove anyone who threatened him. It was not appropriate for Yu Wenyong to inform Changle.
"What are your plans next?" Changle asked.
"I don't have any plans." Nanfeng said casually.
"As far as I know, your master Tianyuan Zhenren was originally a disciple of Taiqing Sect's headmaster..."
Nanfeng interrupted Chang Le, "I have already gone to Taiqing Sect. Xuanqing Xuanjing was also killed by me. The matter of clearing the names of master and wife has also been settled. I didn't want to hold a group of accomplices accountable, but I never thought that they would I tried to counterattack and launch an attack, but I had no choice but to take action and kill twenty or thirty people. Now the Taiqing Sect is only an empty frame."
Changle nodded and continued drinking.
The two of them didn't just exchange a few words before taking a sip. Most of the time they just drank and didn't talk to each other for a long time.
Halfway through the second watch, both of their wine jars were half empty. Their drinking capacity was about the same, and they had both reached their limit at this time.
Seeing that Changle didn't want to drink anymore, Nanfeng said something to induce him to continue drinking, "Sister will definitely come tomorrow. If you have something to say to her but can't say it clearly..."
Changle frowned and shook his head when he heard this, "No, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."
"That can't be done. It's rare to get together and you can't be absent." Nanfeng said seriously.
Changle was in a complicated mood, so he grabbed the wine jar again and drank several sips.
Nan Feng accompanied him, put down the wine jar, and asked, "Have you ever had a woman in these years?"
Changle shook his head.
"You are still a child to this day?" Nanfeng asked.
Changle obviously didn't want to answer Nanfeng's question, but he had a close relationship with Nanfeng, so even though he didn't want to answer, he still reluctantly shook his head.
Just as Nan Feng was about to ask, Chang Le took the initiative and said, "Do you think she will take the initiative to tell the truth to me?"
Some words don't need to be said too clearly. Nanfeng can understand Changle's words.
After Chang Le said this, he grabbed the wine jar again and drank heavily. Nanfeng also picked up the wine jar and drank again.
This time Chang Le drank the wine jar until it was empty, then threw the wine jar towards the north wall with his backhand, smashing the wine jar into pieces. Without saying a word, he grabbed the narrow-edged knife placed on one side and walked towards the collapsed statue. , in front of the statue is where he lay before.
After Changle sat down against the stone platform where the statue of the god was placed, Nanfeng also walked over, picked up the long knife that Changle put aside, and looked at it intently.
The long sword used by Changle is very thin, much lighter than the black iron long sword. If you are used to using this kind of weapon, the black iron long sword may not be easy to use.
Changle pursues speed, so he uses narrow-blade thin knives. However, the narrow-blade thin knife has a big flaw, that is, it is too fragile to compete head-on with the opponent's weapons. Once Changle cannot kill the opponent, he will face being killed by the opponent. In addition, once it collides with the opponent's weapon, the long knife will be broken immediately.
Changle's use of such weapons was at the expense of his own safety in exchange for quick attacks. This was not the right path, nor was it a long-term solution. If he wanted to become a top master, he must have the help of divine weapons.
After making up his mind, he said casually, "The material of your weapon is very ordinary."
"I did it myself," Changle said casually.
Nan Feng didn't say anything. He pretended to be drunk and reckless. With a flick of his wrist, the long knife Chang Le used was immediately broken. "The fire splash was too heavy and too brittle."
Seeing Nanfeng shattering his weapon, Changle suddenly frowned, but although he was displeased, he did not turn against him. Instead, he leaned crookedly and wanted to lie down.
"Try this." Nanfeng handed over his long sword.
"No, I'll just hit him again." Chang Le refused to answer.
"Weapons are now dispensable to me, Taoism is fundamental." Nanfeng thrust the long sword into Chang Le's hand.
The two have been close since childhood, so Chang Le would not be polite to Nan Feng. After hearing what he said, he took the long sword and unsheathed it.
Nan Feng was talking about the strangeness of the long sword turning into a sword from the side. After swinging it several times, Chang Le discovered the beauty of the long sword. Although this black iron long sword was heavier than the narrow sword he used before, the moves were narrower than the long sword. The sword must be fast for no other reason than that the black iron long sword is indestructible. When striking, you can take a straight line and take shortcuts without having to avoid collision with the opponent's weapon. The fastest way is to go straight.
Although he was satisfied, Changle was worried, "Give it to me, what will you use in the future?"
"With the Book of Heaven in hand, everything can be transformed into a weapon." Nanfeng stretched his right hand forward, absorbing the dust on the ground and turning it into several earth thorns. He waved it out with his backhand, and with the help of spiritual energy, the earth thorns came out from the wall and left behind There are several circular holes.
"Thank you." Changle sheathed his sword and lay down on his side.
After another thought, Nanfeng was in a good mood. He lay down in his clothes and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Because they drank too much the night before, the two of them got up late. At Chen time, Nanfeng woke up first and went out to buy some food and vegetables.
Chang Le had not gotten up when he left. When he came back, Chang Le had already gotten up and was talking to Fatty and Lu Pingchuan Moli.
"When did you arrive?" Nanfeng quickly walked into the ruined temple.
Before he came back, Changle must have told the three people why Nanfeng summoned everyone, so the fat man did not ask about the reason for the urgent summons, but asked, "Where are the big eyes?"
"She will definitely come tonight." Nanfeng winked at Fatty and the others.
Everyone didn't understand his look, they just thought he had some concerns and couldn't express it clearly, so they stopped asking. The fat man took the food from Nanfeng's hand and gave it to Lu Pingchuan and Mo Li, "We thought something happened. Well, within three days, I was shocked."
"Where's Zhuge Chanjuan?" Nanfeng hurriedly changed the subject.
"In the back," Fatty said casually, "Old Bai is carrying big brother, I am carrying Mo Li, she can only walk by herself."
"When can we arrive?" Nanfeng asked.
"I can definitely come today, but I guess it won't be early." The fat man took the food and distributed it to everyone. He grabbed a pancake and sat at the door. "Hey, it's not easy. It's been so many years, but we finally got it together."
The fat man sighed with emotion, but Nanfeng ignored him and asked Lu Pingchuan, "Brother, will inviting you here this time delay your military affairs?"
Lu Pingchuan waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. General Chen's prediction is not bad. Hou Jing really has a disobedient heart. The foolish king has lured the wolf into the house without knowing it. At this time, the best policy is to stand still."
Nanfeng nodded, then looked at Mo Li who was rubbing his waist, "Are you tired?"
"It's okay." Li Qiye smiled.
There are seven brothers and sisters, and now five brothers have arrived, leaving only two sisters. Fatty and others only knew that the two would definitely come. Only Nanfeng knew in his heart that Chu Huairou should come, but Big Eyes would not come. Yes, because Big Eyes doesn’t know about it at all.
We split up to prepare. By sunset, everything was ready. Fatty and others waited in the temple. Nanfeng stood alone outside the temple, staring at the sunset. It was the last night...