After crossing the road, I married the leader of the demon sect

"Ow!"

Yue Heng raised his head to the sky and howled, tearing off his shirt.

The men in black holding up the weapons all stared wide-eyed at the same time, looking at Yue Heng with horror, as if seeing a terrifying monster.

In the middle of the reeds, a boy who is not even waist-high is covered with red silk thread, and the thread seems to be alive, walking on his immature body.

Under the moonlight, the young man raised his face, staring at everyone with his blood eyes.

All the men in black trembled, and could hardly hold the sword in their hands.

"What the hell is this?" Someone cursed secretly.

"Where is the door master?"

"He's dead." The old scholar said softly, he raised his eyes slightly, and smiled at the man in black who was even more panicked when he heard the news, as if feeling shy, he quickly lowered his eyes.

"The sect master is dead, we..." The men in black wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly, everyone in Shangou Village had already surrounded them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, someone immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "The sect master asked us to do it, and we don't know anything!"

"I beg you heroes, please spare us."

"Noisy." Yue Heng was uncomfortable, frowning and wanted to scratch himself, but was grabbed by the old drunkard.Yue Heng's eyes were blood red, and he didn't even want to throw his fist.

The old drunkard felt a tremor in his palm, he squinted his eyes and curled his lips, "The brat is quite strong."

The man in black saw how peaceful they were, and glanced at the peaceful and smiling faces of the crowd, winked at each other, and was about to run away.

"Shh-"

A row of silver needles hooked with colored threads pierced through the instep of the man in black at an unstoppable speed, only to hear screams, and dumplings fell from the air again.

A man in black just landed at Yue Heng's feet.

Yue Heng lowered his head, his blood red eyes met his frightened face.

"Ghost—it's the devil!" The man in black yelled, the fear in his eyes couldn't be hidden, he shook like chaff, and crawled out on the ground.His trembling hand suddenly touched something cold, and the man in black grabbed it and threw it at Yue Heng without even thinking about it.

"Brothers, it's dead anyway, taking one away is one!" he shouted, and the remaining men in black subconsciously grabbed their weapons.

The old drunkard raised his eyes and let go of Yue Heng's hand.

A ray of silver light appeared in Yueheng's blood-red world, and he, full of irritability and nowhere to vent, walked towards the white light.

"Ding--"

The man in black looked more and more frightened at Yue Heng holding the long sword with his bare hands, as if the sword was not hurting people's strength, but a dragonfly flying across the field!

Yue Heng's hands are small and fat, and he holds a rag and washes it in wine every day, but it is still soft, with the delicateness unique to children.

At this moment, the pair of small hands were holding the long sword tightly, as if they were holding a piece of malt candy or a pancake.His palms seem to have their own shields, separating the sharp blade from the fragile flesh and blood.

Yue Heng shook his head, trying to escape from the blood.In his trance world, the tall blood tree is thick and luxuriant, covered with blood vines, standing proudly behind Yue Heng.

"Isn't that the way to learn it, to catch a sword with an empty hand." The old drunkard laughed.

Yue Heng moved his ears and heard a familiar voice. He was at a loss and squeezed the long sword in his hand, aggrieved: "Master? I can't see clearly..."

"Don't panic, Master will help you." The old drunkard took a sip from the flagon, grabbed Yue Heng's waistband and lifted him up, then let go, holding his hands from left to right, falling into the remaining black clothes among people.

"Don't get drunk when you're drunk, and don't get drunk when you're drunk. Disciple, don't you always complain that Master doesn't teach you boxing skills, so I will take you out today." The old drunkard said in a deep voice, "Give me a cup!"

Yue Heng subconsciously hooked his fingers.

"Drunk and carrying a pot, your hands are as powerful as arrows!"

The old drunkard held Yue Heng's small hand with his big hand, bent his elbow and hooked him, and brought Yue Heng's hand towards the face of the man in black, and pulled his hand in time.The man in black hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, but Yue Heng seemed to have the power of a thousand horses hidden in his palm, rolling towards him, sending him to the sky with one punch.

"Pfft—" The man in black spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and everyone in Shangou Village quickly avoided and waved in disgust.

"This child's inner strength..." The rest of the crowd looked horrified, "Where did he get such deep inner strength!"

"The door master must know!"

It's a pity that the soul of the head of the Xuyuan Sect who knew the truth returned to the west heaven, and he died with regret.

"Tossing a cup while drunk, entwining and kicking with gold threads!"

Yue Heng felt that he was being thrown away by the old alcoholic, and his heart was at peace, and he did not hesitate to use all the power in his body that was clamoring to be released.

"boom--"

Yue Heng's calf was like an iron rod, and the fallen leaves swept the autumn wind, mercilessly knocking down the man in black who wanted to sneak attack.

Seeing the men in black fall down one after another, the few people felt sad and turned around and ran away.

Yue Heng who was put on the ground by the old drunkard ran after him.

"Enough, leave me two interrogations."

The old traveling doctor floated out from nowhere and stopped beside Yueheng.

Yue Heng frowned, his heart was not going well, he raised his fist, and said fiercely, "Get out of the way!"

The old drunkard raised his eyebrows, and everyone in Shangou Village covered their mouths and laughed lightly.

"The baby has always been very courageous."

Yue Heng couldn't see the figure clearly, he only heard the familiar voice of the person in front of him. He thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, but he was not in a good mood, so he immediately swung his fist.

The old wandering doctor put his hands behind his back, said "tsk", clamped his hand with two fingers, and then flicked and flicked, using his strength, he swung the lawless little thing back a step.

The more persistent you get, the sooner you are about to throw a tantrum, "Drunk mention—"

The old doctor flew forward to block his imitation but incoherent fist. With his left hand, he flicked his head with a "thump", and his right hand took the opportunity to grab the wine gourd with his name engraved on it, pulled off the cap and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Gu dong dong."

The crowd counted, and after hearing three swallowing sounds, the old traveling doctor took back the jug and slowly closed the mouth.

"Hic!" Yue Heng hiccupped, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his blood-red eyes, then he closed his eyes and fell into the old scholar's arms.

"Take it away, take it away, it's a worry-free thing." The old drunkard said hastily.

The old traveling doctor glanced at him and sneered.Behind him, the man in black who was still alive was tied up and thrown on the ground with his mouth gagged.

"Take it down, and interrogate it carefully." The old traveling doctor's voice became colder, his eyes lowered, "Where did they know the location of Shangou Village?"

"Yes."

Yue Heng had a good night's sleep.

He opened his eyes, stretched himself, and climbed out of the tree house.

"Hey, wait, I seem to have forgotten something?" Yue Heng scratched his neck.

In his eyes, the trees in the mountain stream are still green and quiet, swaying with the wind.The pillars of the wine vat in the wine forest covered the sky and the sun, and the shadow fell on his wrinkled face.

"Yesterday, I seemed to..." Yue Heng's eyes widened suddenly, and he jumped up, startling Yue Ji who was dancing early on his shoulders.

The big boat, the man in black, the reed, the master, the pill...

Yue Heng patted his head, and quickly tore off his clothes to look at his scars, only to see that his chest was white and there was no trace of a wound.

Yue Heng: "???"

"What are you doing?" the old alcoholic squatted on top of the tree house and asked.

"Master, yesterday—"

"How come yesterday, you slept for seven whole days." The old drunk happily admired Yue Heng's shocked expression, "Not bad, I thought you would sleep for a while, but I woke up just now."

On Yue Heng's face, "I'm afraid I have some serious illness" and "Why is Master so understated" back and forth, and finally settled on the firm little expression of "there is only one truth".

"Master, what did you give me to eat?"

The old drunkard jumped down from the tree house, patted his buttocks, and walked towards the wine forest with his hands behind his back. He laughed in his voice, "Of course it's a good thing for us not to get drunk."

"Our sect is really called not drunk and not returning? No, what is it good!" Yue Heng hurriedly chased after the old drunkard's buttocks.

The old drunk pressed his head and said with a smile, "Immortal Pills.

Yue Heng raised his head and stared at him, his mouth slowly enlarged.Really, really?

The old drunkard looked serious.

After half an hour.

"Hahaha, you actually believed it!" The old drunk laughed loudly, and picked up Yueheng and carried him on his shoulders.

Feeling the trembling body of the old alcoholic, Yue Heng gritted his teeth and pulled his hair.

"Hiss—I want to be beaten again!" The old drunkard slapped his ass.

"Oh!" Yue Heng said dissatisfied, "You lied to the child."

"You are stupid."

Yue Heng touched the old drunkard's head dishonestly.

"However, although you can't live forever, if you eat one grain, you won't change your appearance for decades." The old drunk suddenly said, "Height and appearance will not change until death."

Yue Heng's already big eyes widened, he opened his mouth in shock, "What?!"

"Won't it grow long?!"

Yue Heng put his hand to his throat, but was grabbed by the old drunkard.

The old drunkard squinted at him, and sneered, "I can't get it out."

"I... I don't want to be a child forever!" The more persistent almost fell off the old drunkard's shoulders.

"It's great to be a child. Do you think there is anyone in the village who is more lawless than you?"

The old drunkard sneered and put Yueheng in the wine forest.Under his feet, there was a row of wine barrels covered with rags.The old drunkard kicked Yue Heng who seemed to be turned into stone by the shock, and raised his chin.

"Wipe the wine jar."

The more Heng thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and his eyes turned red. He sat on the ground with a bang, and when he touched a stone, he was about to throw it on the ground. It's not too long!"

"Crack-"

The stone in Yue Heng's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Aw-ow?" Yue Heng wailed and turned a corner.

The wind swirled past, taking away the dust from his fingertips.Yue Heng was shocked again, looked at his hands, at the dust on the ground, at his hands, at the dust, then looked up at the smiling old alcoholic.

"Ow?"