A year later.

Wu'an, capital.

Deep street, old lane.

A small shop full of customers. Wooden tables and chairs, without any elegance, attract a lot of people with rich clothes, and sit here.

The wine is fragrant. The wine here is unique.

A stone tablet is erected at the door. If you are not drunk, you can sit down. Ten bowls, please.

This stone tablet is famous for the whole country of Wu'an recently.

But anyone who is good at wine should come and taste it.

Can really drink a bowl of not drunk, few people. It is said that even today's majesty has come to drink a bowl.

In the end, it's said that his majesty made a severe order. No one can say.

Who says to look for whose trouble!

In doing so, you should know that your Majesty must have poured out one bowl at a time. Anyway, I dare not come back later.

With this kind of publicity, this store, of course, is more famous and more guests.

But there are few people who can really drink in the house.

Plus the owner of this shop, it's also a strange temper.

Sometimes it's open, sometimes it's not.

The more people there are, the more people are waiting outside. The more late it was, the more hours it took.

It seems that everything changes with the mood. Some big people are very dissatisfied with this. They also want to find the theory of the boss.

But as a result, they often end up dead. The great men left Wu'an country in disgrace and dare not say a word more.

People often ask who the boss is.

But there are really no people who can say what the boss looks like, let alone know who the boss is.

Anyone who entered the shop said that he had definitely seen the boss.

But even after coming out, I can't remember at all.

So much so that rumors, including what, someone saw in the shop today's world's first female devil head, dancing ethereal news all spread out.

What else? If someone is in the store and is slightly pointed out by the boss, he will be irremediable and will be promoted several times.

What's more, the people of Wushen Lu family seem to be polite to this shop.

As long as Lu's children pass by this shop, they should bow to salute, although they don't know why.

There are also the elders of the God of jiuxiao gate, Dongpang and fengxiao are also regular visitors here.

All kinds of miracles add some legends to these points.

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Legend of the shop, and in silence, slowly open.

Inside, there was a few laughter.

"Brother Han Feng, drink less. There are a lot of children. Hurry home and take care of your wife and children. What can I drink here? "

"Don't stop me, nobody. My wife chases me and scolds me every day. The old man will come and scold me if he has nothing to do with it. That's not good. I'm tired of it. I have to drink more. Elder martial brother, drink too! "

"Let's go. Let's go. I've had a good drink. I have to go back to have a rest. Brother Nangong, you should go back earlier. Others have been waiting for you for a long time. "

A burst of laughter, a few figures came out.

It is now world-famous, Han family Tianjian Zun, Han Feng. Sword Zun of Chu family, Chu Xing, Chu Tian. As well as the well-known Haoran wuzun nangonghang and others.

Hook up one by one, and stagger out.

At the door, the owner of the shop stood there laughing.

Not Lu fan, who is it.

Behind him, lingyao and the magic moon began to pick up the tables and chairs with a smile.

Lingyao said with a smile: "Lu fan, don't look at it. A bunch of people are gone. When shall we go to see Wukong spirit and Lu Qi in Northern Xinjiang? I miss them all. "

The moon, with a big belly, also smiled: "yes, Lu Fan. I'd like to travel around the world again. I haven't been to many places. "

Lu Fan came back and sat down behind the counter with a smile on his face, saying, "I'll see them again in a while. The stinky boy's cultivation speed is too fast, and his mind is as smart as her mother's. I'm afraid to give him some more benefits, he will become the first devil in history. Stinky boy, I can't talk about him. I want to be a demon cultivator. What's good about the demon cultivator? "

Lingyao said: "he doesn't indiscriminately kill the innocent, eat people's blood, or harm others for himself. I think it's very good. If he changes the world's demon cultivation, it will be completely peaceful. "

Lu Fandao: "that's what he wants to be, the first moral demon master in the world. I have changed the demons of Daoxin into the moralists. Just let him play. "

Lu fan is also helpless.

Lingyao and magic moon laughed happily. Now the world is peaceful. Under the constraint of Wukong spirit, the devil cultivates no chaos. The four realms return to peace. Everything is very well. There's nothing to worry about. At most, those chaos beasts that run out of chaos just make trouble everywhere. These aroused the interest of the world's powerful in killing animals.

For them, it's just to eat all the delicious food and travel all over the world.

Lu fan, who is bored, also began to study brewing. All the accomplishments are used. How to make better wine.

Of course, these things can't really let the world know. Otherwise, Lu's face would be half lost by him.

Therefore, Lu fan has opened a shop of his own. Or robbing people's territory.

Anyway, he is now the leader of jiuxiao clan. If you say a word, Dongpang will have to listen to it and recognize it.

His clothes are loose and his beard is scratched. Yang Tian sits on a reclining chair, dangling around, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

At this time, a young man, about 16 or 17, stumbled into the shop.

His body, stained with blood, looks a little embarrassed, but a resolute expression.

"Drink, boss!"

The boy felt in his arms for a while, took out a handful of copper plates and put them on the table.

Lu Fan looked at him, smilingly took out a jar of wine, sat in front of him and said, "young man, what's so distressing?"

The young man clenched his fists and clenched his teeth: "in half a year, I will be expelled from my family, from the capital and go to my hometown to guard the cemetery. I don't agree. I try my best to cultivate every day. Why can't I get vigorous strength? I know I'm born weak, but the martial god Lu Fan started from a humble family. Why can't I! "

The boy took over the wine jar and looked up.

Lu Fan looked at his hands, all of them were stone wounds, new and old, and now the blood is still flowing.

One more glance, his body, is indeed root bone win weak, difficult to cultivate martial arts.

Lu Fan looks at him and starts to turn red. He smiles and asks, "are you going to continue to practice?"

"Of course, martial art is my life. I swear to be a martial artist. What can I tell you about this? This wine is good. I don't have enough money! "

Said, the young man hurriedly in the body a while.

Lu Fan's fingers flicked gently on the wine jar, and a ray of vigorous Qi poured into the wine.

With a smile, Lu said: "don't worry, enough. Drink more. Believe me, you will succeed as long as you insist! "

The lad looked up at Lu Fan and said, "really?"

Lu Fan said with a smile, "of course it is true. What's your name? "

The boy took the wine, took another sip, and said unsteadily, "my name is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was completely drunk on the table.

Lu Fan looks at him and laughs.

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