In the small village of Shengquan, everyone drinks together, which is quite enjoyable.

The man with the firewood knife drank very deeply, and when he went down to a large jar of local wine, he was only slightly drunk. The rest of the people were eight or nine points drunk, and some even fell down directly.

These men from Shengquan Village were drunk crookedly and spoke nonsense.

"Drink! Sixth Brother He, you ...... But...... For our village, we have done a good thing......"

"Uhhhh......h

"Shui Niu, good boy! Sixth brother, why don't we ...... I decided on the ...... of my in-laws."

"Little Immortal, thank you...... This glass of wine, I will toast you for my mother......"

Amu looked at them, smiling and silent. At this moment, he remembered Mengjia Village. Monks, there are monks' troubles. Mortal, there is mortal fun.

In fact, happiness and happiness sometimes really have nothing to do with ability.

"Haha! I've drunk too much, a bunch of cowards!" The third brother Ma with a firewood knife drank a lot of wine, and he was still pouring it down, "Come on, immortal, little brother, let's drink again!"

"Third Brother Ma, good amount of wine!"

Amu smiled and touched another bowl with Ma San, and then looked into the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly sneered. The people of Wuyang Cave have already come.

At this point, the women, muttering in their mouths, began to clean up the mess. The men, unable to get up, fell asleep on the ground and began to snore gradually.

"Brother Immortal, go to the house!" At this time, He Lao Liu's daughter-in-law came out, and at the same time added a thin quilt to He Lao Liu, who was already drunk.

"Thank you, sister-in-law, no! It's a good night tonight. And there will be guests in a while!" Amu said with a smile.

It was a good night.

The moon in the mountains is like a hook, hanging on the pine branches. Starlight, moonlight. It was a good night. It's just that in that night, there seems to be a bit of blood.

Amu, just sitting like that, there is still wine in the bowl, so comfortable.

Suddenly, far away. Several sword rays are like meteors streaking across the night sky.

"Hmm, little brother of the immortals—" The third brother also saw the light. Some of the remaining women also saw it. All the sober people present saw those streamers.

Then, everyone's face showed a look of panic. They understand. It must be a person who has no yang cave. It's time for revenge.

"Hey, get up—"

"Someone's coming--dead ghost-"

Women, all calling their men. And the men, confused. Some wake up, some don't move at all.

"Everyone, don't panic! Then, naturally, Amu poured another bowl of wine. And. Amu had no intention of standing up at all.

A few little bugs, it's really not worth getting up with Amu. People from the village of Holy Spring. Seeing that Amu was so calm, he gradually calmed down.

And in an instant, those few sword lights arrived at Shengquan Village. Then, they landed directly not far from Amu and the others. A total of seven monks came, and one of them was the senior cultivator who was violently beaten by Tianwa during the day.

It seems that after he went back, he must have used a good elixir. At this time, it seems that his face is not too bad. Moreover, between the eyebrows, a murderous and vengeful heart was completely written on his face.

Amu couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This monk has reached the end of his life.

And in addition to the fixed cultivation high-level, the remaining six monks also looked majestic. The lowest level of cultivation is one, the first level of spiritual sainthood.

The highest cultivation level turned out to be an old man at the beginning of soul cultivation. The others are all of the highest rank in the Spirit Saint. From the strength of the sect realm of the sea wilderness, this lineup is not bad.

Amu was also a little surprised, but he was naturally not afraid of anything. It's just that he didn't expect that a lonely and nameless Wuyang Cave in Dongling would be able to send such a lineup, and he didn't expect that this should be the top power of Wuyang Cave.

In fact, now that the Sea Desolate Immortal Tribulation has been unlocked, the aura has changed greatly, and the cultivation speed of the monks has obviously accelerated. If it was, in the past, such a lineup would probably only be taken out by the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Wilderness.

At this time, standing at the forefront of the seven was a middle-aged monk of the High Order of the Spirit Saint. The middle-aged monk glanced at the field and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then, he glanced back at the Dingxiu high-level who had been beaten during the day, and said, "Qin Wu, in this Holy Spring Village, there is not even a single monk, there are all mortals in front of you, who were you beaten by in the morning?"

At this time, the other monks almost all looked at Qin Wu at the same time, including the old man who had cultivated to the highest level of soul cultivation. Because, in their opinion, there is no difference between Amu and the villagers of Shengquan Village in front of them.

They are all mortals, don't you see them still gathered together, drunk and dreaming of death? What monk would drink with mortals and mingle with mortals if they have nothing to do.

"Huh?" Qin Wu, who was determined to cultivate a high-level level, looked embarrassed.

Because, after he returned to the mountain, he felt too embarrassed, so he didn't directly say that he and his little brother were beaten by two children. Instead, he made up a set of nonsense and put all the blame on Amu.

Not only that, but he also boasted that Amu Xiuwei would have died if it weren't for his sweet mouth. Therefore, many rescuers were moved.

Wuyang Cave, but he put in his strength, otherwise how could he send a Soul Realm monk?

"Mortal?" At this time, after listening to the words of the ancestor, Qin Wu couldn't help but secretly complain, could it be that the ancestor, and even the second elder of the Wuyang Cave, didn't see the problem of the monk in Tsing Yi?

It can't really be a mortal, right? How can you explain the events of the day?

"Back to Shizu, it's the one who wears green clothes and drinks wine!" Qin Wuyi pointed at Amu and insisted on it.

"Huh?" the middle-aged monk at the head frowned. Because, in his eyes, Amu is a mortal no matter how he looks, but he is still drinking at this time, and he doesn't look at a few people at all.

The Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection is naturally much more calm and restrained than Qin Wu.

The middle-aged monk looked at Amu, and then called: "The man in Tsing Yi on the other side, dare to ask, but you injured my Wuyang Cave Sect person." ”

From the time they appeared until now, Amu didn't even look at them, completely ignored.

At this time, Amu heard the middle-aged monk's words, so he looked at it lazily.

"Hehe!" Amu laughed, "Immortal, this is a bloody mouth. When have I ever hit him?"

"Huh?" Originally, the middle-aged monk was a little suspicious, and at this time, he couldn't help but look at Qin Wu again.

Qin Wu was anxious and hurriedly said, "Master, don't listen to his nonsense." In the morning, he was the one who made the ghost, otherwise how could I and the little junior brother be injured? Especially the little junior brother, how miserable!"

This Qin Wu knew that the ancestor felt the most sorry for the little junior brother, so he specially mentioned it.

The middle-aged monk was silent, and he was naturally partial to the disciples of Wuyang Cave in his heart.

"Hehe! ridiculous!" Amu still smiled, "Immortal, you were obviously beaten up by two little dolls in the morning, why did you become beaten by me?"

"The villagers here can testify. You, start beating people first, and then rob the village. As a result, I angered my Tianwa and Shui Niu, and was beaten up in the end. Isn't it, folks?"

"That's right, I saw it with my own eyes!" exclaimed Ma Sange.

"Yes, I saw it too—"

"And me—"

Those who are sober and those who are not sober are shouting with the strength of wine.

"You!" Qin Wu's face turned red with anger.

"Master, the disciple knows his mistake!" Qin Wu hurriedly explained, "During the day, he really didn't make a move. However, he connived at the two children and injured me and my junior brother. He secretly wielded his power to imprison us all. Otherwise, how could two children hurt me and my junior brother. ”

The monks of Wuyang Cave are not fools, in fact, they all understand the cause and effect at this time.

"No," the middle-aged monk scolded, "You were able to report the name of our Wuyang Cave at that time?"

"It's reported!" Qin Wu's heart was relieved, "Master, the disciple can report the name first." However, he ignored it. At all, I didn't take our Wuyang Cave in my eyes. He also scolded us for being dogs, Shizu, me and my little brother are dogs. Then we don't have a yang cave, wouldn't-"

"Bastard!" the middle-aged monk stopped Qin Wu, otherwise I am afraid that the word "dog hole" will come out. Qin Wu hurriedly bowed his head and was silent.

Then, the middle-aged monk suppressed his anger and bowed his hand slightly to Amu, but his voice was slightly cold.

"In the Lower Wuyang Cave Liu Hong, I have seen a Taoist friend! I don't know you, where is the immortal family? Presumably, you should have heard the name of my Dongling Wuyang Cave?"

"Oh, hehe!" Amu smiled, "Wuyang Cave, I really haven't heard of it! Moreover, I'm a mortal, what kind of Taoist friends do you talk to me?"

The middle-aged monk frowned, his posture was so low, the other party really didn't know what to do, and sneered at the moment: "You are, toast and don't eat and drink!"

When Amu heard this, he couldn't help but laugh "haha".

"Beasts in fairy clothes, oppress mortals, are you worthy to drink with me?" (To be continued......)