A fiery red streamer flashed, and Zhang Fan appeared in the attic.

After a little look, he believed even more that the other party was indeed not malicious, otherwise he would never have let him come to such a place, which was obviously only suitable for two or three friends to get together, which was not conducive to life and death fighting.

In the attic, the lighting was not very good, and it was dusk, and it was hazy.

On the walls on both sides, there are more than ten bronze oil lamps hanging respectively, and a little bit of bean flame swaying in the wind, as if it may be extinguished at any time, not only does not increase the sense of light, but is even darker.

The decoration here is completely different from that of the manor courtyard, with no effort in the details or any ornamentation, just empty, except for a set of stone tables and chairs in the center, which shows a rough and straightforward surname.

The shape of the stone table is not enough to describe with the word "simple", it is boxy and thick, and it looks like it has been cut out of a whole boulder and then moved directly over.

There is no pattern on it, the shape is exquisite, but it is sharp and angular, even the polishing is not enough, if it is not for the messy placement of pen, ink, paper and inkstone things in the study, anyone who sees it, will not think that this is a table.

Next to the stone table, two stone benches are placed, saying that they are stools, but it is more like cutting a piece of stone into two pieces.

These things were so simple, Zhang Fan just glanced at them, and quickly focused his eyes on the master here.

It was a burly man, with a brute face and a beard, coarse cloth and green clothes, long white hair and a shawl.

It's just that such a big man is doing things that are completely inconsistent with his appearance at this time, and he doesn't shy away from the arrival of outsiders.

He faced Zhang Fan sideways, as if he didn't notice him, just looked ahead in a daze.

There, a scroll of paintings hovered and unfolded, as if to attract all his attention.

On the scroll, a young woman in purple, carrying a long sword, stood with her back to her, and could only vaguely see a beautiful side face, as if she was looking back and saying something.

The person who painted this picture scroll, obviously the painting skills are exquisite, the intention is very deep, a few strokes of the outline, will be a kind of gentleness and sharp coexistence of temperament shows, especially the style of the retrospective, but also reluctant with the decisive, should be with the dead vines and old trees faint crows, the remnant sun is like blood stained, a sad and resentful air is about to break out of the paper.

In the blank space of the picture scroll, two lines of ink characters are dripping:

"Once parted from the dust, ten years of life and death are boundless. ”

"Shi Zhongtian mourns his deceased wife Zhuo Ling'er in the Heart Garden. ”

The handwriting is wild and wanton, as if the paper cannot be restrained, but the content of the writing is full of grievances and sorrows, which is in stark contrast to the temperament of the handwriting itself, which is unforgettable at first sight.

"Shi Zhongtian"

"Zhuo Linger"

Zhang Fan looked at the silhouette of the big man, silently reciting the names of the two, thinking in his heart.

The ink on this painting scroll has not yet dried, obviously it has just been painted, and looking at the pen and ink on the stone table, it is not difficult to know that it is from the handwriting of this big man, and the name Zhuo Linger says it all.

I think that the little girl I saw in the courtyard just now is his daughter, and the name Ling'er is used from his deceased wife, which can also be seen from this, this teacher Zhongtian does not look at the appearance of rudeness, but is actually a person with the most affectionate surname.

Shi Zhongtian just stood in place, silently looking at the scroll for a long time, before he let out a long sigh and said gloomily: "That's it!"

With a wave of his sleeves, a large box in the corner of the wall suddenly opened, revealing that it was full of scrolls in layers. With his movements, the one suspended in front of him also slowly rolled up, slowly flew to the top of the box, and then lost its support and fell.

At the same time, the large box slammed shut and the dust settled.

After doing this, Shi Zhongtian took a deep breath, suddenly turned to face Zhang Fan, and the temperament on his body also changed sharply, and the infatuation and indignation of mourning his deceased wife were gone, leaving only the posture of a brave and domineering strong man.

"My name is Shi Zhongtian, if the little brother doesn't dislike it, shout the old brother. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and said, "Under Zhang Fan, I have seen Taoist friends." ”

Now that friends and foes are not clear, the other party's attitude is also strange, but he is not busy with it.

It seemed that he was not very satisfied with his "Taoist friend", Shi Zhongtian frowned, but he didn't say much, and went straight to the stone table, the big sleeves were wiped back and forth, the pen, ink and paper inkstones were swept by the wind, and they flew to the ground, and an ancient three-legged small ding, two wine lords appeared on the empty table instead.

The big hand slapped on the table, and two fiery red water arrows shot out of the small ding, poured into the two wine lords, and overflowed in an instant.

"Come, little brother, it's not too late to have a drink before you speak. ”

Shi Zhongtian raised the wine jue and said, and then drank it all.

Looking at the overflowing wine in front of him, almost catching up with the bowl of two seas, Zhang Fan was a little speechless.

However, seeing that Shi Zhongtian was so arrogant, he didn't say much, so he had to raise his glass and drink it all according to his appearance.

Zhang Fan is not worried about what problems will be in the wine, the fire spiritual power in his body is the nemesis of poison in the world, no matter what poisonous surname it is, it is just vain under the burning fire.

As soon as the wine was in his mouth, he felt a sudden burst of heat, along the mouth, throat, and stomach to the whole body, and instantly the whole person was warm, as if soaking in the hot spring for several hours, and the fatigue was all dissipated, and then the feeling of light fluttering rose, as if he was above the clouds, and he didn't know where to go.

"Red Flame Heart?"

Zhang Fan's face turned fiery red, as if it was boiling, and the red-white conversion was repeated three times in an instant, and his eyes regained clarity before he asked.

The taste of this spiritual wine is similar to what he drank in the Paradise Palace before, but it seems to be much stronger and more domineering, plus the weight is full, if it weren't for his specialization in cultivating the fire path and the rapid transformation, I am afraid that he may not be able to bear it.

"Yes, it's Chiyan Soul Wine, but this is not an ordinary product, it was picked and brewed by my brother, and it took me ten years of hard work to make this ding. ”

At this time, Shi Zhongtian had also drunk it all, and when he saw that he was drinking boldly, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed proudly.

Zhang Fan did not doubt his words, it was already remarkable that he could brew such a Ding in ten years.

With Zhang Fan's instrument cultivation, the moment Xiao Ding appeared, he had already discovered that the spiritual power fluctuations on it were obscure and deep, as if something had been banned, and it was definitely not an ordinary wine storage vessel.

I haven't investigated it in detail, and the only thing that can be known is that it is definitely far better than the red gourd used by the Imperial Spirit Sect to collect dansha, and it is conservatively estimated that this small tripod will be emptied, and I am afraid that it will be able to flood this room.

The wine was also drunk, it was time to talk about the topic, Shi Zhongtian put the wine on the table, Xiao Dingzhong shot the wine arrow again, and he said at the same time: "More than a hundred years ago, I drank this wine with your great-grandfather, but I didn't expect that a hundred years later, I would be able to conspire with the descendants of Brother Zhang Lie to get drunk, it's really happy!"

"Huh, Daoyou and the ancestors know each other?"

Zhang Fan thought about many answers, but he didn't expect that his attitude had changed because of this.

More than just acquaintance, more than 100 years ago, Brother Zhang traveled to Yongzhou, and met with Shi, and they met Daozuo at first sight, so they went together. ”

"Later, there was an eyeless thief who provoked us, what a temper Brother Zhang Lie was, he immediately slaughtered eighteen immortal cultivators in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range with Shi, and under the pursuit of the Family Alliance, he fought through the encirclement, turned around and covered up, and killed countless enemies in three consecutive battles, so that he didn't dare to face it, it was really happy!"

"Happy!"

Shi Zhongtian seemed to remember the pride of killing the enemy side by side back then, and slammed the table, not even the wine lord, he raised Xiao Ding to his mouth and poured it into his mouth one after another, even the dripping wine slid down his beard, and he didn't care if he wet the large piece of clothes on his chest.

- Great-grandfather, Zhang Lie!

Zhang Fan lost his mind for a while, since he stepped into the immortal cultivation world, this person's shadow has always existed by his side, and he never thought that he could still meet his old age in this overseas immortal cultivation world.

Drinking and singing, drinking on people's heads, this kind of saying is indeed unforgettable, even if you just listen to its narration, a wave of pride still comes to your heart, and I can't wait to be born a hundred years early and have a good time together.

But...... Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "How did Shi Daoyou know what was going on?"

He had obviously only reported his name and the name of Faxiangzong before, but how did this master Zhongtian get in touch with Zhang Lie? It can't be said that because of the same surname and the same Faxiangzong, it is determined that the two are related, right?

Shi Zhongtian put down Xiao Ding when he heard this, glanced at him, sighed and said: "Ten years ago, Shi Mou was like a lost dog, and he was chased and killed to Qinzhou alone with a newborn child. ”

"I thought that Brother Zhang was so amazingly talented, and he must have already become a Sect Master of Jiedan, so I wanted to go to him, and I didn't want to ......"

"It was at that time that I heard that there was a successor to Brother Zhang in the Fang Market. ”

Zhang Fan was silent for a while, Shi Zhongtian in front of him was a master of the fake pill, and even looking at the momentum of the means he revealed, he might have reached the peak of the fake pill, and he was only one step away from the Jindan Dacheng.

Although many people may not be able to cross this step in their lifetime, no matter what, it can be regarded as a rare master. Such a character, when mentioning his great-grandfather Zhang Lie, still admires and misses him, and even has the heart to defect, what kind of demeanor did the ancestor have back then?

After talking about the past, Shi Zhongtian glared at Zhang Fan, and said in a rough voice: "You don't have the arrogance of Brother Zhang, but you still look like a little when you drink." ”

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this, people have different surnames, and caution and suspicion have become an instinct imprinted in his heart, but how can he change it casually, maybe only at the critical moment of life and death, the courage buried deep in his body will burst out!

"Say, don't you be a disciple of your sect in the peaceful place of Mrs. Qinzhou, what are you doing when you go to this place where birds don't?"

Can Qinzhou be called "peaceful" today? Zhang Fan glanced at him, if this person was not pretending to be stupid, then he had really closed himself in this small attic and knew nothing about the outside world.

Although it is located overseas, it is still inextricably linked with Qinzhou, and as long as there is some contact with the surrounding immortal cultivators, it is impossible not to know the great changes in Qinzhou.

There is nothing to hide, Zhang Fan roughly talked about the changes in Qinzhou and the reason why he went overseas, but when he mentioned the Ancient Cave Mansion and the Three Corpse Dao People and others, he did not elaborate on it.

Shi Zhongtian nodded after hearing this, and did not dwell on the details, but when he learned about the Sanzhou War, his face first showed a look of longing and excitement, and then it turned gloomy, as if he was disheartened.

Waving his hand to signal that he would not mention this matter again, he asked instead: "Then what are you doing here? Do you have a fancy for your brother's background? If it weren't for the fact that you were using the Fa Appearance, he asked more questions with curiosity for a while, otherwise he would ......" He smiled, and the implication was that Zhang Fan was lucky, otherwise he would die under his hands.

Zhang Fan was stunned when he heard this, at most he was injured a little, revealing some hole cards, he really wanted his life, where was it so easy.

But there is no need to elaborate on this, he thought about it for a while, and still said, "I'm here to follow the dog." ”

"Dog?" Shi Zhongtian was stunned for a moment, puzzled: "What's wrong with this kid? ”

"Alien Spirit Root!" Zhang Fan spat out three words concisely.

"Oh, I really didn't expect it, what's the matter?

Shi Zhongtian's face showed a little surprise, such a qualification was already one in ten thousand, thinking that Zhang Fan wanted to accept him as an apprentice, so he didn't say anything.

With such qualifications, even the big sects should be tempted, but this person doesn't care so much, it seems that he is really disheartened.

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he didn't dwell on it more, so he changed the topic and asked, "Does my brother know where Wulipo is?"

"Wulipo?"

"Five miles southeast of the town, also known as the mass grave slope, there is nothing but dry bones and ghost fires!"

At this time, Shi Zhongtian seemed to be reminded of the past by Zhang Fan's arrival, pouring wine one after another, but he replied casually, and immersed himself in the wine country, as if his whole world was now only left with this Ding Yijue, and there was nothing else.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Fan was also stunned for a while, and after drinking two glasses, he got up and said goodbye.

Shi Zhongtian didn't keep it, he just waved his hand, and then picked up Xiao Ding and drank wildly, that is, his cultivation was profound, otherwise he would have drunk to death a long time ago.

...... Out of the attic, it is said that it has sunk in the west, and the moon is not in the middle of the sky, and it is gloomy and cold.

Looking back, the manor is dim, and the attic is even more like a whirlpool, as if all enthusiasm can be consumed, leaving only desolation and dead silence.

"This man is gone. ”

Zhang Fan sighed, turned around and turned into a streamer, and walked away in the direction of Wulipo.

At the same time, in the dark place of the attic, Shi Zhongtian seemed to feel something, put down the wine lord in his hand, and looked into the distance in a daze.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly smiled lonely, and then got up, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a picture of mourning his wife slowly flowed out of the pen.

(To be continued)