Fang Yan didn't dare to underestimate Mo Qingdi.
No one dared to underestimate Mo Qingdi either.
Even though his current name was Old Drunkard, everyone called him Old Drunkard, and they even forgot his original name.
With a casual flick of a spoon, he could toss up a silver river. The silver river was like a silver dragon, condensing into a solid whole. It soared out of the vat and charged at Fang Yan.
This was the most barbaric charge, so barbaric that it didn't require any technique.
And because of the strong alcohol smell in the Burning Knife, this silver dragon was filled with the tyranny of a dragon and the killing intent of a knife.
Dragons were the most powerful and arrogant creatures in the world. Those who stood in their way would die, and those who stood in their way would perish. Although this was a wine dragon, and although its strength was greatly reduced compared to the truth, it still had the power to destroy insignificant humans.
Boom —
The dragon's head slammed into Fang Yan. That small silver dragon opened its bloody mouth as if it wanted to swallow Fang Yan whole.
Whoosh!
The Taiji Heart spun, and the Taiji Realm unfolded naturally.
Even Fang Yan's subconscious felt that he was in danger, and his body automatically reacted.
In the Taiji Realm, this silver dragon was even clearer, and its momentum was even more ferocious.
Fang Yan could clearly see the crystal clear water droplets. These countless violent water droplets formed this water dragon, singing a passionate battle song, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws in preparation for battle.
Fang Yan stretched out a finger.
That finger didn't block the dragon's head, because the impact of the dragon's head would fracture or break his finger.
His finger pointed at the dragon's spine in the middle of the dragon's body. The rebound force of the dragon's spine was astonishing, almost bouncing off his finger.
Fang Yan was very stubborn, and forcibly pierced a large hole in the dragon's spine.
Slashing the dragon's spine!
Hit the snake where it hurts, slashing the dragon's spine.
Bang!
The silver dragon split into two, and the energy in the middle was no longer connected. It couldn't support the entire silver dragon, and the dragon's body exploded.
As the rain fell, Fang Yan opened his mouth and drank the wine that splashed over.
"Good wine," Fang Yan praised loudly. "Everything has been removed, only wine and poetry remain."
"How can you drink without a vessel?"
Mo Qing Di raised his hand and slapped the vat. The wine vat that was half the height of a man under his feet was lifted off the ground and smashed towards Fang Yan.
Fang Yan took the Plum Blossom Steps and stretched out one hand. Just as the wine jar was about to reach him, he took a step forward and slapped the edge of the wine port with his right hand.
A majestic atmosphere came from above the wine jar, rejecting Fang Yan's guidance and control. This was not the gravity of the wine jar, but the residual flow of Qi from Mo Qingdi's slap.
Fang Yan slapped the vat with one hand and his body spun rapidly.
His feet stepped on the Twelve Plum Blossom Palaces, and he spun the wine jar around like a spinning top.
Hu hu hu —
The wind howled, and the snow swirled.
The green-robed youth carried the wine jar to show off his skills, heroic and unrestrained.
When he felt that the old drunkard's slap on the wine jar had completely dissipated, Fang Yan had gained full control of the wine jar.
Boom!
Fang Yan suddenly raised the wine jar with one hand, and the wine inside the jar poured out like a sudden waterfall.
Fang Yan opened his mouth and gulped.
The wine flew out quickly, and so did Fang Yan. No matter how fast he drank, it was not as fast as pouring the wine out of the jar. Thus, a large amount of wine was poured over Fang Yan's face, head, clothes, and neck. His entire person became a drunkard.
Hu —
After taking a big gulp, Fang Yan finally felt satisfied, and casually threw the huge jar that weighed hundreds of pounds to the old drunkard.
The old drunkard caught the jar and also took a big gulp. The difference was that he poured slowly, and drank boldly. Not a single drop of wine spilled out, and not a single drop was wasted.
The old drunkard drank for a very, very long time. Fang Yan was also used to this way of drinking.
Boom —
The old drunkard reached out, and the wine jar fell back to its original place.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Fang Yan laughed happily, and the old drunkard laughed happily.
In one's life, having two or three bosom friends accompany you to drink and eat with you was the greatest joy.
The stray cat in the corner was scared away, and the rat that stole the wine was startled. Even the fluttering snowflakes didn't dare to get close to him.
"From point to line, is this the evolved Heart of Tai Chi?" The old drunkard didn't look at Fang Yan, and turned to walk back to the hut. He conveniently picked up a wine gourd from a corner, and after drinking a mouthful, he sat down on the deck chair under the eaves.
The deck chair was made of bamboo, and because of excessive friction, its original color could no longer be seen. However, the body of the chair was shiny, and it gave off an oily brilliance.
"It's not bad, right?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before he had the Heart of Tai Chi, mountains were still mountains, and water was still water. In front of him was a green mountain, and that was a green mountain.
However, with the Heart of Tai Chi, mountains weren't just mountains, but forests, rivers, rugged rocks, flowers blooming, birds chirping, tigers roaring, and dragons roaring.
That was the state Fang Yan was in before he ran away, and the old drunkard was very familiar with this.
In the battle of One Sword Peak, the life and death battle between Fang Yan and the Japanese Sword God, the Heart of Tai Chi changed again at the critical moment.
If it was still a mountain, the forests and rivers he saw would become pictographic lines. The rugged rocks were the lines, and the flowers blooming and birds chirping were also the lines. The lines were dynamic, like an electronic map, from the beginning to the end, allowing Fang Yan to clearly see the process of flowers blooming and withering.
This was the upgraded Heart of Tai Chi.
The Heart of Tai Chi had already developed to this stage, what was the next change? What would the next step of its upgrade be?
Fang Yan didn't know!
"My Heart of Tai Chi has improved, but my drinking capacity hasn't." The old drunkard took another sip of wine and said aloud. He could go without food for three days now, but he couldn't go without wine for a day. His heart was trapped in a mental barrier, and his life was unbearable, which made him look very sad.
"It depends on who I'm competing with," Fang Yan said. "Of course I can't compare with you and Ye Rou, but compared with those people outside, I'm also a general who always wins in drinking."
It was impossible for the old drunkard to entertain him, so he ran into the house alone, found a four-legged stool, and put it next to the old drunkard. The two sat under the eaves, drinking, admiring the snow, and talking about Fang Yan's Heart of Tai Chi.
"You're ahead of us." The old drunkard said softly. If he didn't quickly put his voice into his ears, it was very likely to be blown away by the wind. "My Heart of Tai Chi is a wasteland, like a barren land. Not even a blade of grass grows, withered and cracked. The cracks are like mocking smiling faces. Apart from receiving mockery and despair, there is nothing to be gained. "
"What you've experienced is something I've never experienced, and in the Fang family, there are only two people who can have the Heart of Tai Chi. I don't have any experience to teach you, so you can only rely on yourself to explore — it's very difficult and dangerous. But I'm not worried about you at all. "
"You think I'm talented?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
"I mean — you're really lucky," the old drunkard said. "After being beaten for ten years, you were actually able to comprehend the Heart of Tai Chi. Because of the sudden upgrade of the Heart of Tai Chi, such a humiliating thing like skipping class and running away became the object of praise and praise by countless people after coming back — they said that you've taken a different path. It really makes me blush to hear it. "
Fang Yan chuckled. No matter how the old drunkard attacked him, he felt that it was a compliment. Their relationship was like that of a teacher and a friend, and there were almost no secrets between them.
"Luck is also a kind of strength," Fang Yan said with a smile. "Even the Japanese Sword God was defeated by me, who dares to say that I'm not strong enough? In the past, every time Ye Rou saw me, she wanted to beat me up. Today, I directly went to the Ye family to challenge them — hey, guess what? No one in such a big Ye family dared to come out and fight me. "
Fang Yan shook his head gently and said, "I'm lonely and seeking defeat. It's hard to find an opponent in Swallow Dock. "
The old drunkard knew what Fang Yan was thinking. He said this deliberately to provoke him.
Unfortunately, if this kind of stimulation could make him regain his strength, why would he be so decadent?
The Heart of Tai Chi not only relied on hard practice, but also enlightenment. Ten years of practice was not as good as one night of enlightenment — this was the saying of Tai Chi.
Success came from the Heart of Tai Chi, and failure came from the Heart of Tai Chi.
The old drunkard continued to drink and didn't take Fang Yan's words seriously. He said, "You can talk to Ye Rou about this matter. Maybe she can help you."
"I was going to talk to her about it today, but I forgot," Fang Yan said.
"I heard that you asked her to take a walk to see the snow?"
"Yes. I also treated her to a sumptuous lunch and drank your favorite Shaodaozi, "Fang Yan said with a proud face. "We've now buried the hatchet, turned enemies into friends, and let go of the hatred with a smile."
"Buried the hatchet? Turned enemies into friends? "The old drunkard glanced at Fang Yan with his drunken eyes and said," The hatred is gone, but the kindness is still there. "
"I understand, I understand," Fang Yan said. "I didn't know about this until I came back this time. It turns out that my grandfather went to the Ye family to provoke me every year when I competed with Ye Rou — what he said was too much. Who else would he hit if not you?"
"She patiently beat me for ten years. I naturally have to remember this ten years of kindness —"
"It's not patience." The old drunkard said. "It's holding back the disgust. It's disgusting for anyone to do the same thing for ten years — "
"— How could it be disgusting to witness the rise of a genius? I think she should be filled with a sense of accomplishment. "
"Every time you're beaten to the point of crying for your mom and dad, crawling under tables and chairs, hugging your opponent's legs and begging for mercy — who would be filled with a sense of accomplishment from conquering such an opponent?"
"I feel like you're insulting me," Fang Yan said.
"You're right," the old drunkard said.
"If it wasn't because I have something to ask of you, I would definitely challenge you —" Fang Yan said fiercely.
Then, he looked at the old drunkard with a fawning expression and said, "Senior, can I introduce an old friend to you?"
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