Fang Yan did not dare to underestimate Mo Qingdi.
No one dares to underestimate the enemy.
Even though his current name is Old Drunkard, everyone still calls him Old Drunkard, and even forgets his original name.
With a spoon, a galaxy of stars could be thrown out. The galaxy was like a silver dragon, forming a solidified whole, rising from the vat and rushing towards Fang Yan.
This was the most brutal collision, so brutal that it did not require any skills.
And because of the strong smell of alcohol in the burning knife, this silver dragon is full of the dragon's tyranny and the knife's murderous intent.
The dragon is the most powerful and arrogant creature in the world. Anyone who stands in my way will die. Anyone who blocks me will be destroyed. Although this is a wine dragon, and although the strength of this dragon is greatly reduced compared to the real one, it still has the ability to crush tiny humans.
boom----
The dragon head hit Fang Yan, and the small silver dragon opened its bloody mouth as if it wanted to swallow Fang Yan.
whoosh!
The heart of Tai Chi begins to rotate, and the state of Tai Chi naturally unfolds.
Even Fang Yan's subconscious mind felt that he was in danger, and his body responded automatically.
In the Tai Chi realm, this silver dragon is clearer and its momentum is even more ferocious.
Fang Yan could clearly see the crystal clear drops of water. These countless violent water drops restlessly formed this water dragon, singing a passionate war song and baring its fangs and claws ready for battle.
Fang Yan stretched out a finger.
That finger did not try to block the faucet because the impact of the faucet would have fractured or broken his finger.
His finger pointed towards the dragon's spine in the middle of the dragon's body. The rebound force from the dragon's spine was so amazing that it almost bounced his finger away.
Fang Yan was quite stubborn and pierced a big hole in the dragon's spine.
Cut the dragon's spine!
Hit the snake at its most vulnerable part; kill the dragon by cutting its spine.
boom!
The silver dragon split into two parts. The energy in the middle was no longer continuous and could not support the movement of the entire silver dragon, so the dragon's body exploded.
Raindrops were flying everywhere, and Fang Yan opened his mouth to suck the splashing wine.
"Good wine." Fang Yan praised loudly. "All other things are gone, only wine and poetry remain."
"How can you drink without a vessel?"
Mo Qingdi reached out and hit the jar, and the half-person-high wine jar under his feet actually rose from the ground and smashed towards Fang Yan.
Fang Yan stepped on the plum blossom step and stretched out one hand. When the wine jar was about to hit him, he took a step forward and slapped the edge of the wine port with his right hand.
A powerful force came from the wine jar, rejecting Fang Yan's guidance and control. This was not the gravity of the wine jar, but the residual flowing energy left on it by Mo Qingdi.
Fang Yan slapped the cylinder with one hand and his body spun rapidly.
With his feet on the Twelve Palaces of Plum Blossoms, he swung the wine jar like a spinning top.
Whoosh whoosh-----
The wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.
The young man in blue shirt performs his skills by carrying a jar, looking heroic, unrestrained and free.
After feeling that all the force he had used to hit the old drunkard on the wine jar had been lost, Fang Yan had gained full control of the wine jar.
boom!
Fang Yan suddenly lifted the jar with one hand, and the liquor in the jar gushed out like a sudden waterfall of wine.
Fang Yan opened his mouth wide and swallowed wildly.
The wine fell quickly, and Fang Yan drank it quickly. No matter how fast he drank, it was not as fast as pouring it from the big vat. So a large amount of wine poured onto Fang Yan's face, head, clothes, and neck, and he became a drunkard.
call----
After taking a big gulp, Fang Yan finally felt satisfied and casually threw the large jar weighing hundreds of pounds to the old drunkard.
The old drunkard took the big jar and also raised his head to drink wildly. The difference was that he poured slowly and drank generously, and not a drop of wine spilled, and not a single drop of it was wasted.
The old drunkard took a very long sip of wine, and Fang Yan was used to his drinking style.
boom---
The old drunkard reached out his hand and clapped the wine jar, which fell back to its original place.
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Fang Yan smiled comfortably, and the old drunkard smiled with relief.
In the hundred years of life, the greatest pleasure is to have a few close friends to accompany you in drinking and eating meat.
The wild cat in the corner was scared away, the mouse that was stealing wine was startled, and even the snowflakes flying in the wind did not dare to get close.
"From point to line, is this the evolved heart of Tai Chi?" The old drunkard didn't even look at Fang Yan, but turned and walked towards the hut. He picked up a wine gourd from a corner, took a sip, and sat down on the recliner under the eaves.
The recliner is made of bamboo. Due to excessive friction, its original color can no longer be seen, but the surface of the chair is shiny and has an oily luster.
"Not bad, right?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before he had the heart of Tai Chi, he saw mountains as mountains and water as water. If there was a green mountain in front of him, it was a green mountain.
However, after having the heart of Tai Chi, the mountains you see are no longer just mountains, but also forests and rivers, rugged rocks, blooming flowers, singing birds, and roaring tigers and dragons.
That was the state of Fang Yanqiao's family before they escaped. The old drunkard was very familiar with this.
In the battle of Yijian Peak, Fang Yan and the Oriental Sword God fought a life-and-death battle. At the critical moment, the Heart of Tai Chi changed again.
If it was still a mountain, the mountains, forests and rivers he saw would become lines in the shape of pictograms. The jagged rocks were lines, and the flowers and birds were also lines. The lines were dynamic, like an electronic map, from the starting point to the end point, allowing Fang Yan to clearly see the process of flowers blooming and withering.
This is the upgraded heart of Tai Chi.
The Heart of Tai Chi has developed to this point. What will be the next change? What will its next upgrade look like
Fang Yan doesn’t know!
"My heart of Tai Chi has improved, but my drinking capacity has not." The old drunkard took another sip of wine and said. He can go without food for three days, but he can't go without wine for a day. His heart is trapped in the devil's barrier, his life is miserable, and he looks very miserable.
"That depends on who I'm comparing myself with." Fang Yan said. "Of course I can't compare myself with you and Ye Wenrou, but compared with those people outside, I'm also an undefeated general in the drinking field."
The old drunkard couldn't possibly entertain him, so he ran into the house, found a four-legged stool and brought it out, then placed the stool next to the old drunkard. The two of them sat under the eaves, drinking, enjoying the snow, and talking about Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart.
"You're ahead of us." The old drunkard said softly. If you don't quickly take that voice into your ears, it might be blown away by the wind. "My Tai Chi heart is like a piece of barren land. No grass grows, it's dry and cracked. The cracks are like laughing faces. Apart from receiving ridicule and despair, I get nothing."
"What you have experienced is something I have never experienced, and the only people in the Fang family who have the heart of Tai Chi are you and me. I don't have any experience to give you, so you can only rely on yourself to explore - it is very difficult and dangerous. But I am not worried about you at all."
"Do you think I'm talented?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
"What I mean is - you are really lucky." The old drunkard said. "After being beaten for ten years, you were able to understand the heart of Tai Chi. Skipping classes was such a shameful thing, but because of the sudden upgrade of the heart of Tai Chi, after returning, you became the object of countless praises and compliments - people said you had found a new way. It's really embarrassing to hear."
Fang Yan laughed. No matter how the old drunkard attacked him, he felt that it was a compliment. The relationship between the two of them was that of a teacher and a friend, and there were almost no secrets.
"Luck is also a kind of strength." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Even the Sword God of the East was defeated by me, who dares to say that I am not strong enough? In the past, Ye Wenrou wanted to beat me up every time she saw me. Today, I went directly to their Ye family to challenge them. Hey, guess what? No one in such a big Ye family dared to come out and fight."
Fang Yan shook his head slightly and said, "He is alone and seeking to defeat the enemy. It is hard to find an opponent in Yanziwu."
The old drunkard knew what Fang Yan was thinking. He said such words deliberately to stimulate him.
What a pity! If such stimulation could help him regain his vigor, why would he become so decadent
The heart of Tai Chi depends not only on hard practice, but also on sudden enlightenment. Standing for ten years is not as good as achieving enlightenment overnight, this is exactly what Tai Chi is all about.
Success is due to the heart of Tai Chi, and failure is also due to the heart of Tai Chi.
The old drunkard was drinking by himself, and didn't take Fang Yan's words seriously. He said, "You can talk to Ye Wenrou about this matter. Maybe she can help you."
"I wanted to say this today, but I forgot." Fang Yan said.
"I heard that you asked her out for a walk to enjoy the snow?"
"Yes. I treated her to a sumptuous lunch and drank your favorite Shaodaozi." Fang Yan said proudly. "We have now put aside our past grudges, turned enemies into friends, and forgotten all grudges with a smile."
"Let bygones be bygones? Turn enemies into friends?" The old drunkard looked at Fang Yan with his drunken eyes and said, "The hatred is gone, but the kindness remains."
"I understand, I understand." Fang Yan said. "I just found out about this when I came back this time. It turns out that every year when Ye Wenrou and I compete, my grandfather goes to the Ye family to provoke us. What he said was really too much. Who else would they beat if not you?"
"They patiently beat me for ten years. I will naturally remember their kindness."
"It's not about patience." The old drunkard said. "It's about enduring disgust. Anyone who does the same thing for ten years is disgusting-----"
"----How can it be disgusting to witness the rise of a genius? I think she should be filled with a sense of accomplishment."
"Every time you compete in a martial arts competition, you are beaten to the point of crying and screaming, crawling under tables and chairs, holding on to other people's legs and begging for mercy. Who would feel a sense of accomplishment from defeating such an opponent?"
"I feel like you are insulting me." Fang Yan said.
"Your feeling is right." said the old drunkard.
"If I didn't have something else to ask you, I would definitely challenge you----" Fang Yan said viciously.
Then, he looked at the old drunkard with a flattering face and said, "Brother, can I introduce an old friend to you?"
(PS: Thank you Zhou Jiandan for the 10,000-dollar reward again. Is everyone's vacation over? Please help me vote when you are back!) (To be continued)