Three Hundred and Eleventh Old Man Sweeping the Floor

After taking three sips of spirits, Zhou Xing found that his tongue was numb and he could not speak flexibly, and his head seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that he couldn't lift it up. Zhou Xing hated the man who invented wine, wishing he could be pulled close to him and beat him up hard, and he would greet all eighteen generations of his ancestors again.

"How? How do you feel?" The old man asked with a smile.

Zhou Xing tried his best to sit upright, opened his eyes as much as possible, and then looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, but what he could see was the endless, white expanse.

"Who are you...?" Zhou Xing originally wanted to ask why what he saw did not change before and after drinking, but he opened his mouth and asked the wrong question. This was the first time.

"Me? I'm just a sweeper." The old man smiled.

"Haha, yes, why did I ask the question knowingly?" Zhou Xing stopped sitting upright, his whole body relaxed, and the expression on his face became richer, but mainly with a smirk. After a while, he asked inarticulately, "Old man, do you know who I am?"

"Then who are you?" the old man asked him cooperatively.

"I, you stand firm, listen up, I am the famous Zhou Xing!"

"Oh, you are Zhou Xing."

"By the way, the answer is correct! Too correct!...Then, do you know the Red Feather Secret Realm?"

"What's going on in the Red Feather Secret Realm?"

"Hehe, ordinary people, I don't tell him! I am invincible in all directions in the Red Feather Secret Realm! What Zixiao Palace, what Zhenyijiao, what Longevity Valley, what troubles Dragon Island, in front of our Tianyuanzong, especially in front of me Zhou Xing In front of them, it’s all bullshit! It’s not worth mentioning! I’ll knock them down with one punch!”

"You are really promising."

"That's necessary! You don't even look at who I am, I'm Zhou Xing!"

"Then why are you so good? Are you bragging?"

"Absolutely don't brag! I don't even know how to brag! Bragging is too difficult for me! I can't learn it!... Hehehe, to tell you the truth, I am an auspicious person with my own celestial appearance. Spiritual Qi Pill, I rely on these good things to crush them into scum, hahaha..."

"Oh, then you are really lucky, how many middle-grade spiritual energy pills are left now?"

"well,

Spending money is like running water, there are still thirty-five coins left, poor! "

"Then what should we do next time we see them?"

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll beat them down anyway! Even if I can't, I still have the Iron Heart Cauldron! Does Lingbao know? Have you seen it? Have you heard of it? Hehehe, it took nearly 500 middle-grade The Spiritual Qi Pill was just refined!..." The drunk Zhou Xing took out the Tie Xin Ding from the spirit ring, hugged it tightly in his arms, and said with a smirk, "Tie Xin Ding, mine, no one will give it to you!"

"Coincidentally, I also have a tripod." The old man turned his hand over and held a small tripod in his palm. The body of the tripod was red.

As soon as Zhou Xing saw the tripod, the strength of his wine went down for a few minutes. He stood up unsteadily, looked closely at the small red tripod, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of tripod is this?"

The old man smiled and said, "This cauldron also has a name, it's called the Fenxian Cauldron."

"Fenxian Ding? Can you burn the gods? Old man, you are not ashamed. The name is too big. I don't think it is as good as my Iron Heart Cauldron. Well, it is definitely not as good! It is definitely not as good as it!" Zhou Xing insisted, exerting all his strength Shake your head.

The old man laughed it off and didn't care about him, instead he pointed to the sea of ​​clouds and asked, "When you look at the sea of ​​clouds now, what's the difference from just now?"

Zhou Xing turned his head to look, and replied with a playful smile: "There are more clouds!"

"I think you drank too much!"

The old man suddenly kicked him angrily, knocking Zhou Xing down, and the latter lay down on the ground, sound asleep.

When Zhou Xing woke up, it was already high in the sun. Seeing Tie Xinding in his arms, he couldn't help being startled, and sat up suddenly. He tried his best to recall what had happened before, and vaguely remembered that some sweeping old men forced him to drink, and even took out a red tripod to compare with him.

Zhou Xing looked around, nowhere could he see the figure of the old man, so he suspected that he fell asleep while watching the clouds, and everything after that was just a dream. But he did smell of alcohol, and the smell gave him a headache.

Zhou Xing sighed, and circulated the real dragon energy for a big cycle, his body suddenly vibrated, and the remaining alcohol smell completely dissipated. Seeing that the sun had risen to the top of his head, he fell asleep for nearly two hours, and couldn't help feeling remorseful. While scolding the old man for being harmful, he quickly ran towards the lava lake.

Although there were no four fire dragons in the lava lake, the richness of the fire-attribute aura remained unchanged. After Zhou Xing arrived, he immediately found a high platform to hang upside down, while the other disciples who had been stationed here for a long time all practiced with the upside-down method. I meditate normally. Even the disciples who had just entered this place, after being surprised for a short time, went to do as the Romans did, and quickly adapted to this weird, efficient but painful cultivation method.

When Zhou Xing absorbed the fire attribute aura, he still hadn't gotten rid of the annoyance of wasting two hours to sleep.

Asking himself, Zhou Xing thought that his aptitude was mediocre and his understanding was mediocre. The only thing he could rely on was to practice hard all the time to make up for his weakness with diligence, so he couldn't waste even a moment.

"That old man!" Zhou Xing was itching with hatred.

He used to practice hanging upside down for two hours before going back to the high platform to meditate for a stick of incense to adjust his internal breath, but now he changed his mind and stopped going back to the high platform, just hanging like this.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Xing ran towards the highest point of Misty Peak again. Firstly, watching the clouds and practicing boxing, adjusting the body and mind, and secondly, if he meets that old man again, he will have to scold him severely.

Soon, Zhou Xing ran up to the top of the mountain again, looked around, but didn't see a single person, so he still sat where he sat yesterday, focusing on watching the clouds and practicing boxing.

This time, Zhou Xing was still working hard, even harder than yesterday. Because in his opinion, Guan Yun got nothing and wasted a lot of time yesterday, which is a big loss, so he must make up for it today, and he must learn from the observation, so as to improve his boxing intention.

After a while, Zhou Xing felt dizzy again, and everything he saw was white.

"Get away! Don't hinder me from sweeping the floor!" At some point, the old man in rags reappeared, still holding the old broom in his hand, and said coldly.

Zhou Xing was worried that there was nowhere to spread the fire. Seeing him, he was filled with joy and anger, and was about to argue, but the old man spoke up first, and said calmly: "Why is it you again, you idiot is more stubborn than dust, why can't you sweep it away?" ?”

"This is not your house. I come and leave whenever I want!" Zhou Xing was furious.

The old man stopped talking, and swiped his broom lightly, far away from Zhou Xing. The latter suddenly felt a strong force to lift him up, and then flew towards the mountain wall not far away.

Zhou Xing turned pale with shock, and hurriedly used his real dragon energy to resist, but found that it was useless. The mountain wall was getting closer and closer to him, and it slapped his face in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, Zhou Xing slid off the mountain wall like a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.