The sloppy old man popped his thumb open the lid of the pot, raised his hand, and raised his head to drink.

Just after just a few sips, the old man was choked by the strong alcohol and coughed a few times. The alcohol scent rushed to his forehead, and tears and snot flowed down at the same time. The two young men on the side also looked at each other and smiled. The old man slapped the face too quickly.

The old man, who had snot and tears, raised his sleeve and wiped it randomly, and there was a smile in his eyes when he looked at the two of them.

"You little brat, you actually used this demon blood brew to design the old man. Have you been to the Demon-Shenzhen City?"

The old man didn't care about being looked at by someone in a mess. After rubbing his face randomly, he asked Zhuo Yuming.

What Zhuo Yuming had thrown out was the wine mixed with the blood of the demon clan that he bought in the Demon City.

Not only is the strong smell of blood mixed in this wine, which makes it difficult to swallow, the wine itself is also highly potent. If ordinary people don’t understand the situation, they will suddenly drink a big mouthful and catch it off guard, and they will naturally make a fool of themselves.

"Yes, I did go to the Demon-Shencheng when the two tribes fought. I was not good at drinking, but this demon blood brew always makes people feel magnificent, so I bought some to bring with me. I used to see that my husband had no wine to help me enjoy this precious jade food."

Zhuo Yuming smiled and said no politeness.

The sloppy old man nodded and said with a smile: "No, not bad, not bad, I dare to go to the Demon City when the two tribes fought. It's very good. What's the name? Whose descendants? Tell me to the old man."

The old man didn't care what these two young people were from. As long as he dared to go to the Demon-Shenzhen City, he would have some good feelings.

Even if it is just the lowest level monk, it is still respectable.

"I am a casual cultivator in Fuyaozhou, Zhuo Yuming. Meet the old master. This girl is a seventh-rank martial artist from Qixia Prefecture, Miss Shu Jinranshu."

The young man in white suddenly stopped his smile on his face, looked solemn, and bowed with Confucian etiquette.

Shu Jinran stood aside and didn't react at first. It was not until he heard the three words "Old Master" that he suddenly looked up. He also clasped his fists with his hands, bowed his waist slightly, and held the etiquette of his juniors.

The smile on the old man's face suddenly solidified for a moment, and then he felt a little sunny. He put the baked geese that had been gnawed in his hands aside, rubbed his greasy hands on his body, and asked curiously: "Boy, how did you recognize the identity of the old man?"

"When I first met, I could not sense the aura of Master. With such profound cultivation and dressing up, I already had three guesses in my heart."

Zhuo Yuming said with a smile after getting up straight.

"Oh, there are seven points left?"

"The pot of wine was just a sip and knew that it was the demon blood brew from the Demon Suppressing City. It was obviously quite familiar with the Demon Suppressing City. And when the Master learned that I had been to the Demon Suppressing City, he obviously had a look of praise on his face. In this way, the younger generation was three points more confident. In the end, the senior was obviously extremely skilled, but there was a trace of thunder fluctuation on his body from time to time. Who else could Mr. Zhuang, who had just entered the realm of heaven and man who had been circulating a few days ago?"

Seeing the young man in a white long gown talking, Shu Jinran's eyes shone brightly. How could a woman in the world not feel proud when she saw her lover so elated.

"Yeah, young people have a good brain."

After hearing Zhuo Yuming's inference, the old master nodded.

"So this demon blood brew is a trick to throw a stone to ask for directions."

With a sigh of emotion, the old master raised his head and drank a big mouthful of wine again.

I believed the old blind man's words and went to Kunlun Island to seek opportunities to break through to the heavenly beings. Because he knew in his heart that the Demon-Shenzhen City actually did not lack the combat power of his peak earth immortal, but once the war in the Demon-Shenzhen City failed, human creatures would need Zhuang Zhou, who was in the realm of the Demon-Shenzhen City.

Absent from this battle between the two tribes became a great regret in the hearts of Mr. Zhuang, who cares about the world and is determined to establish his heart for the world and lives for the people.

Fortunately, the human race has a prosperous fortune and is safe.

Originally, Master Zhuang planned to go directly to Zhen Yaocheng to ask Feng Xing for details of the battle. However, when he was overcoming the tribulation, Master Meng sent the Confucian treasure Haoran pen to Kunlun Island to help him overcome the tribulation. Since he was the Master of Confucianism, now he has been able to successfully join the heavenly beings, he naturally has to go to Bailu Academy first and return Haoran pen to the back.

But when he passed this maple forest during the flight, he happened to run into another goose in the mountain. The old master, who was full of knowledge, suddenly felt empty in his belly, and hurriedly cast a spell to capture the goose in the mountain goose in order to fill his belly.

It is actually not bad to meet a young man in this forest that he finds interesting.

"Boy, do you want to ask me for something? If you have it, just speak up. Anyway, the old man is not going to agree to you."

The old master stretched his waist, patted his hands that had been dried with oil stains, raised his legs, and leaned to the ground.

As expected, it is exactly the same as the rumored description. It is indeed an old senior who can easily make people feel headache when speaking.

Zhuo Yuming smiled bitterly and said his purpose: "I didn't think about going to the academy to ask Master Meng, but since I happened to meet Master Zhuang, I dared to speak. I heard that the Confucian God-forbidden treasure Haoran Pen has a magical power, which can suck a person's soul into a world of nothingness, and use it to refine the heart and stabilize the soul. And no matter who or what level, you can enter, and you can only enter once in your life. I beg you to let me and Miss Shu enter that world of nothingness once."

"Oh, it turned out to be for Haoran's pen. Indeed, this Confucian treasure was opened up by Yuan Sheng, a small world that was independent of the virtual world and formed a world of heaven and earth. Yuan Sheng named it Haoran Heaven and Earth. It does have the effect of stabilizing the soul and benefiting the soul."

The old master paused and continued, "But it is easy to enter the small world in Haoran's pen, but it is difficult to get out. You must be recognized by the great way in order to transcend. Otherwise, even the master of Haoran's pen will not be able to recall your soul. If you do not get recognized by the laws of heaven, you will have to sink into it day after day and not transcend. For thousands of years, there have been many people who have been confined to it. Even the gods on land have exceeded the number of hands. Young people, do you still want to enter?"

Zhuo Yuming was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but feel silent.

He really didn't know that Haoran Heaven and Earth had such a great confinement, so he could not escape at will. After all, his understanding of the small heaven and earth in Haoran's writing came from records in later ancient books. If this was the case, how to obtain the recognition of the way of heaven would be an extremely critical link.

Seeing Zhuo Yuming in hesitation, Shu Jinran couldn't help but persuade: "Since the world is easy to enter and difficult to exit, it's better not to go in. After all, the rules of the Heavenly Dao have no clues. It's probably inappropriate to enter rashly."
Chapter completed!