Chapter 1939: Sloppy Taoist, Zhang Sanfeng!

As soon as he entered the hall, Huang Chang smelled a rich and familiar aroma of wine in the first place!

That is the fragrance of Yandi medicinal wine!

As for the source of the fragrance of wine, it was a sloppy Taoist sitting on the ground in the hall, swallowing Yandi's medicinal wine.

This Taoist looks extremely long, with white beard and hair, ruddy complexion, tall and thin, but slightly embarrassed. He wears a robe full of greasy dirt and looks almost indistinguishable from the original color. Sloppy is more like a tramp than a Taoist priest.

However, the person who can drink in this Zhenwu hall is the Yandi medicinal wine he just sent as a verification item. How can there be anyone other than Zhang Zhenren, the current head of Wudang?

In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng's image of a master in Huang Chang's heart collapsed!

What Jet Li’s version, Zhang Weijian’s version, Wu Jing’s version, Hong Sammo’s version... It’s a good one, it’s just a beggar’s version!

"Hahaha, good wine, really good wine."

Seeing Huang Chang coming in, Zhang Sanfeng, who was taking a big mouthful of wine, laughed and said, "But I just drank too fast and the wine was too little. I couldn't tell if it was Yandi’s medicinal wine for a while. Come here. You can give me ten altars and eight altars so old that I can distinguish them, and I will be able to distinguish them."

"..."

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's sloppy, unobtrusive and sloppy appearance, Huang Chang was a little speechless, then shook his head and said: "There are fine wines, but if Zhang Zhenren wants fine wine, then please Zhang Zhenren to introduce the Emperor Zhenwu!"

"What do you see that old guy?"

Hearing Huang Chang's words, Zhang Sanfeng put down the almost empty wine jar, wiped a handful of the remaining wine on his beard, then stretched his waist, half leaning against the mahogany beams on the side, and said lazily: "That old fellow All day long, in addition to sleeping, I am afraid that even if our Wudang is about to be destroyed, he may not wake up, let alone take care of a kid like you... Besides, if you have something to look for, it is better to look for me. Head of Wudang."

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng’s face showed a faint smile, and said: "Let’s talk about it, what is the emergency that forced you to trespass into my Wudang Mountain gate, and also under the guise of Emperor Yanhuang and Lu Zu. Want to see Emperor Zhenwu?"

"That wine was indeed given to me by Senior Yan Di."

Hearing what Zhang Sanfeng said, Huang Chang was silent for a while, and said: "And if you don't believe it, you can contact Emperor Yan and Huang and Zu Lu, we can face confrontation."

"Pan Dao did not say that wine is fake. No one can make such a good wine except Senior Shennong. Moreover, Pang Dao believes that if I really contact Emperor Yanhuang and Lu Zu, they will indeed admit that it is them. I entrusted you to come, so Pang Dao didn't pursue your crime of trespassing my Wudang Mountain Gate without permission, and it can be regarded as a face to the seniors."

Although Zhang Sanfeng drank a whole jar of medicinal wine, his body was full of alcohol, but his eyes were extremely bright, not half confused and drunk. At the same time, he looked at Huang Chang with a smile and said: "But in front of real people, I don't say falsehood. Well, if you are really entrusted by them, even if the Xuanyuan Sword sword energy that you said as a proof has been consumed, how come they will leave some other tokens or communication items on you... use Wine is a token, you can think of it!"

Having said that, Zhang Sanfeng drank the rest of the medicinal wine, and then said: "Pan Dao doesn’t know what your relationship is with the Second Emperor Yanhuang and Lu Zu, but for their face and the wine, Pang Dao Dao can listen to your request. Of course, if there are more fine wines, Poor Dao might help you too, haha."

"I broke the grand plan of the ancestral witches, ruined their twelve clones, and even detained a part of the remnants of the ancestral witch Hou Tu, and forged feuds with them. Now I need to improve my strength as soon as possible to avoid them. revenge."

Huang Chang didn't expect that this sloppy Taoist could have such a vicious eyes, and he could see his own reality at a glance, so after a moment of silence, he also directly put forward his own request: "Because he has a death feud with the ancestor witch. Relationship, now I’m close to the first line of the Holy Spirit and Emperor Yan and Huang, so Emperor Yan and Huang promised me that as long as I gather the five kinds of blood of the Holy Spirit, they will help me refine these bloodlines and strengthen my body. Push me to the extreme of the legendary realm. Now I have the fourth blood of the Holy Spirit, I only owe the line of Xuanwu. I have an expert to come to Wudang to find the Emperor Zhenwu for the gift of the Xuanwu line!"

"You don't have any wine on you yet?"

Hearing Huang Chang's words, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly asked, "If you have enough wine, you might be able to show you a clear path."

"Yes, as long as Zhang Zhenren is willing to point out the way, then all my fine wines will be given to you!"

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem to be hostile to him, and even willing to point him to a clear path, Huang Chang's eyes lit up, and then he took out all the remaining medicinal wine and put them beside him.

"Hahaha, great!"

Seeing the pile of fine wines Huang Chang took out, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly became brighter and brighter, and then took a step forward, unexpectedly appearing directly beside Huang Chang with a weird figure, and with a wave of his hand, all those fine wines were all Vanished without a trace, at the same time Zhang Sanfeng's figure returned to the original place, only one altar was held in his hand, and he opened the altar plug, and began to pour it out.

"Shrink to an inch?!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng appear next to him instantly, taking away the wine, Huang Chang's pupils suddenly shrank.

Shrinking the ground into an inch is a kind of Taoist magical power, which is similar to Buddhism magical power. Both use secret techniques to achieve the effect of space art, so as to shuttle space. It's just that these methods are extremely difficult to practice, and I didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng to do it.

"Zhang Zhenren, the wine has been taken away, and the real person please keep his promise and point out a clear way out."

When Zhang Sanfeng took a few sips of wine in a row, Huang Chang couldn't help but remind him.

"Ah, yes, right, right? Go out from here, out of the main hall, then out of Zijin City, and then out of Dayue Taihe Palace, Yuanqiao will take you down the mountain when that time, and it is guaranteed to be the most convenient and quick way down the mountain. You don’t need to spend so much effort flying around."

Hearing Huang Chang's words, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to remember the incident, then put down the wine jar, smiled at Huang Chang and said.

"Is Zhang Zhenren playing tricks on me?!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's wandering appearance, Huang Chang's eyes suddenly became cold: "I'm not asking about the clear road down the mountain!"

"No, it's not. Poor Dao is not fooling you. Poor Dao means that, compared to the impossible task of getting the bloodline of Xuanwu from the Great Emperor Zhenwu, you should not go down the mountain to find other ways to say There is still some hope, at least there is no need to waste time and be beaten for nothing."

Seeing Huang Chang's eyes become cold, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "Pan Dao knows that you will not give up, that's all, the old guy once said to Pin Dao before he fell asleep, unless there is something I can't solve. Otherwise, he must not be disturbed. If anyone really wants to insist on him, he must first defeat the seven incompetent apprentices of Pang Dao, and then defeat Pang Dao, and finally pass through his front door. OK...what, even so, do you have to try it?"