The red light flashed by, and Zhang Fan appeared in the attic six

After a moment of looking, he believed that the other party was indeed not malicious, otherwise he would never have come to such a place. It was obvious that only two or three friends gathered here, which was not conducive to life and death.

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

There are more than ten bronze oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides, with a little bean-like flame swaying in the wind, as if it may be extinguished at any time. Not only did it not increase the feeling of light, it made it even more dim.

The decorative style here is completely different from that of the manor courtyard. It does not work hard at all in the fineness, and there is no decoration, so it is empty. Only a set of stone tables and chairs are placed in the center, which is as rough and straightforward as possible.

The shape of the stone table is not enough to describe it with the word "simple". It is square and thick. It looks like it is chopped out from a whole huge rock and then moved directly over.

There are no patterns on it, and the shape is exquisite, but the edges are clear and angular, and even polishing is not enough. If you wear it, you will still place pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it, no one will think it is a table after looking at it.

Next to the stone table, two stone benches were placed, which were said to be stools, but it was more like cutting a piece of stone strip into two pieces, and it was done.

These things are so simple that Zhang Fan quickly focused his attention on the owner here after just a glance.

It was a burly man with a sturdy face and beard. He was dressed in a coarse blue cloth, with long white hair draped over his shoulders. He stood with his hands behind his back and did not need to act. A strong and bloody spirit came to his face.

But such a big man was doing something completely inconsistent with his appearance at this time, and he did not avoid it because of the arrival of outsiders.

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

There, a scroll was floating and unfolding, as if attracting all his attention.

Above the scroll, a young woman in purple, with a long sword in her arms, standing with her back facing away from her, could only vaguely see a beautiful side face, as if she was looking back and saying something.

The person who painted this picture obviously had superb painting skills and was very thoughtful. With just a few strokes, he showed a temperament that coexisted with tenderness and sharpness. Especially when he looked back, he was reluctant to leave and resolute, and he responded to the withered vines and old trees and crows. The setting sun was stained with blood, and a sad and angry aura was about to break out of the paper.

Where the scroll is left blank, two lines of ink are dripping:

"Once one day, separation is broken, life and death are all in the world."

"Shi Zhongtian mourned his deceased wife Zhuo Ling'er in Zhixin Garden."

The handwriting is crazy and resentful, as if the paper cannot be restricted. The content of the writing is full of sorrow and sadness, which forms a sharp contrast with the temperament of the handwriting itself. It is unforgettable at first sight.

"Shi Zhongtian"

"Zhuo Ling'er"

Zhang Fan looked at the silhouette of the big man and silently recited the names of the two, feeling as if he could bear it in his heart.

The ink on this scroll has not dried up, obviously not long after the web painting was finished. Looking at the ink on the stone table, it is not difficult to know that it is coming from the work of this great man, and Zhuo Ling'er's name is clear about everything.

I think the little girl I saw in the courtyard just now was his daughter, and the name Ling'er was even more visible from it. Although Shi Zhongtian looked rough and arrogant, he was actually a person with the most affectionate nature.

Shi Zhongtian stood there, silently swaying at the scroll for a long time, then sighed and said sadly: "Forget it!"

Immediately, with a wave of his sleeve, a large box on the wall seemed to be tilted by an invisible hand, and suddenly opened it, revealing the box-painted scrolls layer by layer. As he moved, the picture floating in front of him slowly rolled up and flew slowly to the top of the box, before losing support and falling.

At the same time, the big box closed with a bang and the dust settled.

After doing this, Shi Zhongtian took a deep breath. He suddenly turned to Zhang Fan, and his temperament changed suddenly. He mourned his deceased wife's infatuation and grief and resentment disappeared, leaving only the courageous and domineering posture of a strong man.

"My name is Shi Zhongtian. If my little brother doesn't dislike him, he will just shout "Brother."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, bowed a little, and said, "I'm here to see fellow Taoists."

Now that the enemy and friend are unclear, the other party's attitude is also strange, and they are not too busy getting closer.

It seemed that he was not very satisfied with his "Fellow Daoist", Shi Zhongtian frowned, but he didn't say much, and he wiped his sleeves back and forth until the stone table. The pen, ink, paper and ink were swept by the wind, and it fell to the ground. An ancient three-legged tripod, two wine lords appeared on the empty table instead.

The big hand slapped the table, and two fiery red water arrows shot out from the small tripod and poured into the two wine lords, and instantly overflowed.

"Brother, it's not too late to have a drink first before talking."

Shi Zhongtian raised his wine lord and said, then drank it all.

This is also called a "cup". Looking at the overflowing eyes, almost catching up with two bowls of wine. Zhang Fan was speechless.

However, seeing that Shi Zhongtian was so generous, he didn't have to say much, so he had to raise his glass and signal it. He drank it all in one go as he did.

Zhang Fan was not worried about any problems in the wine. His fire spiritual power was the nemesis of the poisonous substances in the world. No matter what poisonous it was, it was just a false under the burning of the fire.

As soon as the wine was in his mouth, he felt a heat suddenly arise, along his mouth, the corners of his mouth, and the stomach and intestines reach his whole body. In an instant, he was warm, as if he had soaked in a hot spring for several hours, and his fatigue was completely dissolved. Then a light feeling appeared, as if he was above the clouds, Tao Ran didn't know where to go.

"Chiciaoxin?"

The red color on Zhang Fan's face turned into a thicker color, as if it was boiling, and the red and white transformation was repeated three times in an instant. His eyes had just returned to clear light and he asked.

The taste of this spiritual wine seems to be as strong as I had drunk in the Palace of Paradise before, but it seems to be much stronger and domineering. In addition, it is full of weight. If he had not been dedicated to practicing the fire path and transformed quickly, he might not have been able to withstand it.

"Yes, it's Chiyan Heart Wine, but this is not an ordinary product. It was picked and brewed by my brother. It took me ten years to do this tripod."

At this time, Shi Zhongtian had already drunk it all. Seeing that he was drinking generously, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed and said proudly.

Zhang Fan did not doubt his words. It was already very good to have such a tripod in ten years.

It's right.

With Zhang Fan's cultivation of the art of art, he discovered that the moment the small tripod appeared, the spiritual power fluctuations on it were obscure and deep, as if something had been blocked. It was definitely not an ordinary wine storage vessel.

Unexpectedly, the only thing we can know is that it is definitely far better than the red gourd used by the Yuling Sect to collect cinnabar. Conservatively, if the small tripod is empty, I am afraid that it will flood the room.

The wine was drunk, and it was time to talk about the main topic. Shi Zhongtian put the wine jue on the table with a heavy weight and shot the wine arrows into the small tripod on the table again. He also said, "More than a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather and I drank this wine together. I didn't expect that a hundred years later, I would be able to make a drunk together with Brother Zhang Lie's descendants. It's so satisfying!"

"Well? Fellow Taoist met his ancestors?"

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

"It's not just a matter of knowing each other. More than a hundred years ago, Brother Zhang had traveled to Yongzhou. He met Shi and Dao Zuo as if he had seen him, so he walked together."

"Later, a little thief who was not open-minded came to us. Brother Zhang Lie had such a temper. He immediately joined Shi and slaughtered the eighteen immortal cultivation families in the Yunwu Mountains. He also killed the siege under the pursuit of the aristocratic family alliance, turned around and killed them. He defeated countless enemies for three days in a row, and killed them so hard that they did not dare to look at them. It was so satisfying!"

"happy!"

Shi Zhongtian seemed to remember the heroic spirit of killing the enemy side by side, and slapped the table suddenly, and didn't even need a wine lord. He raised the small cauldron and poured it in one mouthful after another. The dripping wine slid down the beard. He wet the large piece of clothes on his chest and didn't care.

Zu, Zhang Lie!

Zhang Fan was lost for a moment. Since entering the world of immortal cultivation, the shadow of this person has been around. He never thought that in this world of immortal cultivation, he could still meet his old friends.

Even if you drink and sing, and drink with your head, these days are indeed unforgettable. Even if you just listen to the narrative, a sense of pride still surges in your heart, wishing you could have been born a hundred years earlier and have fun together.

but,,

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "How do you know how you are here?"

He had only reported his name and the name of Faxiang Sect before, so how did this Master Zhongtian contact Zhang Lie? It can't be said that because of the same surname and the same Faxiang Sect, they were determined that the two were related, right?

Shi Zhongtian put down the small tripod when he heard this, glanced at him, and sighed, "Ten years ago, Shi was as big as a family, and he was chased to Qinzhou with his child born alone."

"I thought Brother Zhang was so amazing. I must have become the master of Killing Dan, so I wanted to join him, but I didn't want to

"It was at that time that I heard that Brother Zhang had successors in the market."

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment. The Shi Zhongtian in front of him was a fake pill master. Even looking at his method and momentum, he might have reached the peak of the fake pill. He is only one step away from the great success of the golden pill.

Although many people may not be able to overcome this step in their lifetime, no matter what, they are considered a rare master. Such a person still looks admiring and nostalgic when he mentions great-grandfather Zhang Lie, and even feels like to join him. What kind of style did his ancestor back then?

After talking about the past, Shi Zhongtian glared at Zhang Fan and said sternly: "You don't have the heroic spirit of Brother Zhang. You still look like you are drinking."

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this. People have different personalities. Being cautious and suspicious has become an instinct imprinted in his heart, but it cannot be changed at will. Perhaps only at the critical moment of life and death, the courage buried deep in himself will burst out!

"Tell me, why not just do it when you are a disciple of your sect when you are a fair wife in Qinzhou? "

Can Qinzhou be called "peace" now? Zhang Fan looked at him. If this person was not pretending to be stupid, he would be really closed in this small attic and knew nothing about the outside world.

Although this place is located overseas, it still has a close connection with Qinzhou. As long as you have some connection with the surrounding immortal cultivators, it is impossible not to know the great changes in Qinzhou.

There is nothing to hide. Zhang Fan roughly explained the reasons for going overseas in Qinzhou, but when he mentioned the ancient cave, the Three Corpse Taoist and others, he hinted and did not explain in detail.

After hearing this, Shi Zhongtian nodded clearly, and did not entangle in the details. However, when he learned about the battle between the three states, his face first showed a look of desire and excitement, and then he became depressed and dim, as if he was discouraged and cold.

He waved his hand and told him not to mention this matter anymore. He asked instead: "Then what are you doing here? What is your family background? If you didn't see you performing Dharma images, you asked more curiously, otherwise." He chuckled, the implication was that Zhang Fan was lucky, otherwise he would die under his hands.

Zhang Fan laughed at the moment, at most he would be injured. He only showed some trump cards. It would be so easy to really want his life.

But there is no need to explain this in detail. He thought about it and said, "I came here to follow Goudan."

"Good Dance?" Bei Zhongtian was stunned and said in confusion: "What's the problem with this kid? Just a child in the city."

"Straight Spirit Root!" Zhang Fanyan spit out three words in a simple and nucleus.

"Oh, I really didn't expect it, what? Is it my brother like?"

Shi Zhongtian showed a look of surprise on his face. Such qualifications were considered to be nothing in a thousand. He thought that Zhang Fan wanted to accept him as his disciple, so he didn't say much.

With such qualifications, even the sects will be moved, but this person is so indifferent. It seems that he is really discouraged.

Zhang Fan's heart moved and did not get entangled in it. He asked in a different way: "Do you know where Wulipo is located?"

"Wulipo?"

"Five miles southeast of the town, also known as the mass grave slope, there is nothing except dry bones or ghost fire!"

At this time, Shi Zhongtian seemed to have been aroused by Zhang Fan's arrival, and he was filled with wine one by one. However, he answered casually and immersed in the wine country, as if his whole pound. Now there is only one cauldron and one rank left in the world, and nothing else is left.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Fan was not long after. After drinking two drinks in total, he got up and said goodbye.

Shi Zhongtian did not try to keep him, but waved his hand. Then he picked up Xiaoding and drank wildly, which means he had a high level of cultivation. Otherwise, he would have been drunk to death if he had drunk this way.

When I left the attic, the sun had already sunset, and the moon was not in the sky, and it was a gloomy and cool color.
To be continued...