Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Ximen Rufeng sighed, looking very lonely. The complicated feelings he had with his master for more than ten years kept tangling in his heart. After a long time, he said, "I have been expelled from the master's sect and I can't go back."

Qianyu certainly knew the result, but she just couldn't bear to part with her senior brother who once loved her the most.

Having said this, Ximen Rufeng turned around and walked towards the thatched cottage.

Everyone looked at his thin back, and a sense of desolation arose spontaneously.

After a while, Cui Jiye asked, "It seems that this is all we can find out for now. What do you think?"

Chen Qingzhou's injuries have been temporarily stabilized. "We can only go back and report the news first, and then let the leaders of each sect decide!"

After thinking about it, he glanced at Qianyu, then turned to Cui Jiye, Yuan Xin and the others and said, "Please wait here for a moment. We have been asked to deliver some words to Senior Brother Ximen."

The people present were all elites from various factions. They understood and nodded. Chen Qingzhou immediately pulled Qianyu and ran towards the thatched cottage.

After running a little further, Qianyu asked in a low voice: "Who asked you to tell Brother?"

Chen Qingzhou said, "No one."

Qianyu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think Brother has something to tell us?"

"Maybe!"

Ximen Rufeng seemed to sense something and walked out of the hut on his own initiative, asking the two of them, "What's going on? Is there anything else?"

Qianyu asked: "Brother, do you have anything else to say to us alone?"

Ximen Rufeng said without hesitation, "I won't talk about my past."

Chen Qingzhou waved his hands and said, "No, no, it has nothing to do with the past."

Ximen Rufeng thought for a moment and had something to tell the two of them, "Okay, follow me."

The three of them went around to a large rock behind the house. Ximen Rufeng stood still, looking into the distance, coughing slightly, looking lonely and desolate.

Chen Qingzhou looked at the legendary figure and his profile wearing the silver mask, and the title of "the most handsome man in the world" came to his mind again.

But looking at this, Ximen Rufeng is thin and extremely pale. He is no match for the young talents like Xuanyuan Changqing and Jin Buhuan, which makes people feel a little confused.

Ximen Rufeng took out a wine bag, tilted his head back and drank from it. In an instant, the aroma of wine filled the air.

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "Good wine, but is it Xitian Xunsha?"

Ximen Rufeng was slightly startled. He didn't expect him to ask this question. "Yes, you like this drink too?"

Chen Qingzhou did not say anything, but smiled mysteriously and took out a wine bottle from his arms. It was the bottle of fine wine that Cui Guangzong had once drunk.

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "Brother, take a look, what is this?"

Ximen Rufeng took the bottle, opened it and took a whiff. His eyes immediately lit up and his voice trembled. "Is this... is this the heaven-sent spring sun melting the snow?"

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "That's right."

Ximen Rufeng asked curiously, "Why are you carrying it?"

Qianyu naturally knew about this wine, but she also looked at Chen Qingzhou curiously.

Chen Qingzhou scratched his head, "I was recuperating at Senior Brother Dongfang's place before, and I accidentally saw a book on winemaking, and saw the words 'Ximen Rufeng' in it. Senior Brother's nickname is Drunken Sword Immortal, so he must love to drink fine wine. I thought of bringing a bottle with me, maybe I can meet him!"

Ximen Rufeng was stunned. He never thought that he, an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the sect, actually cared about his fellow disciples whom he had never met.

Chen Qingzhou saw that he didn't move, and smiled and said, "Brother, why don't you try it?"

Ximen Rufeng only loves two things in his life, the wine in the cup and the sword in his hand. He is called the Drunken Sword Immortal. It seems that good wine is more important than swordsmanship.

This Chun Yang Rong Xue is a secret brew of the Tianci sect. He has been drinking it since he was a child. But at this moment, this most familiar wine seemed like a poison that penetrated his intestines, and he was afraid to swallow it.

Ximen Rufeng hasn't had it for several years since he left Tianshan. At this moment, the spring sun melting the snow, it is not only a bottle of fine wine that is hard to find in the world, but also full of his love for his master. Those are memories that he wants to forget but cannot, and wants to touch but dare not.

Over the past few years, although he did not lose all hope, he could only hide this emotion deep in his heart. Until today, Chen Qingzhou brought a "gift" from his master, which pushed the reality in front of him and soothed his soul that had been hiding everywhere.

A man who was addicted to alcohol seemed not to be able to drink at this moment. He just stared at it blankly. Slowly, he picked up the bottle, raised his masked face, and slowly drank it.

Chen Qingzhou and Qianyu couldn't fully understand his feelings, so they didn't say anything and just stood there quietly.

Ximen Rufeng took a sip. Although the bottle was not big, some of it had been drunk by Cui Jia's leader during the wine tasting, but he still didn't finish it. He slowly sealed the bottle again.

Chen Qingzhou asked curiously, "What's wrong, Senior Brother? Does it smell wrong?"

Ximen Rufeng shook his head slowly, "Chun Yang Rong Xue is a top-grade wine, and it is carefully blended by Senior Brother, and it helps with cultivation, so how can it be wrong?"

Chen Qingzhou heard him say the words "Senior Brother" so naturally. It seemed that he still regarded himself as a God-given disciple. He believed that if the master was in trouble, he would still lend a helping hand.

Seeing Chen Qingzhou's puzzled expression, Ximen Rufeng asked again: "Can I keep this wine?"

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "Of course, this is for my brother."

Ximen Rufeng glanced at Chen Qingzhou, then looked at the wine bottle, and finally put it carefully in his arms.

Seeing Chen Qingzhou's somewhat surprised expression, Ximen Rufeng murmured to himself: "I haven't drunk it for too long, I'm a little reluctant."

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "That's not difficult. If you like it, just let me know in the future. I will definitely serve you no matter how far away you are, or how deep the water or the fire is!"

Qianyu also said: "Yes, Senior Brother! I can use the Sword Immortal now! I sent it over in no time!"

Seeing Chen Qingzhou's straightforward personality, Ximen Rufeng felt a little admiration for him, so he took off the purple gold gourd hanging from his waist and handed it to him, "Come, let's have a drink."

Chen Qingzhou became interested after being invited by Drunken Swordsman. He took the purple gold gourd, laughed, and the two of them drank happily.

"Save some for me!"

Qianyu tiptoed slightly, snatched the gourd from Chen Qingzhou's hand, and gulped down a few gulps.

Chen Qingzhou was startled and even spilled some of the wine, but when he saw Qianyu drinking the gourd he had just drunk from without any hesitation, he couldn't help feeling a sweetness in his heart.

"happy!"

Chen Qingzhou was so excited after drinking that he suddenly started reciting.

There is a little unevenness in my chest,

Only wine can dispel it.

The world is very unfair.

It can only be eliminated by the sword!

When Ximen Rufeng heard him recite the poem, the face behind the mask trembled slightly, and his memory was instantly pulled back to ten years ago.

This poem was written when he was young and frivolous. When he recalled the past, he realized that time had passed and things and people were no longer the same.

Emotions surged, and fine wine was indeed the best companion. After drinking, Ximen Rufeng put the unfinished bottle back into his arms. He glanced at Chen Qingzhou and Qianyu, and said slowly: "Thank you."

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "You're welcome, Senior Brother."

Qianyu pulled Ximen Rufeng's arm and shook him, persuading him, "Brother, many people miss you very much, so just come back with us!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qianyu continued, "Brother, do you...do you still hate your foster father?"

Ximen Rufeng smiled bitterly, "It's all in the past. What difference does it make whether you blame me or not? I do have important things to do. Go back and say hello to the teachers for me. God has given me a great favor in nurturing you. If Tianshan is in trouble one day, I will protect it even if I have to sacrifice my life."

The two of them were relieved, "Brother, don't worry, we will definitely bring it there!"

Ximen Rufeng nodded and suddenly looked at Chen Qingzhou, "I have a question for you."