"A bottle of wine, why don't you and I finish it, hum!"

After saying that, he showed an evil smile to the old drunkard.

The old drunkard was afraid that this boy would hold grudges. He understood that this kid would have many times higher in the future than him. If he tossed himself at that time, he would feel a little trembling when he thought of the boy's evil smile. For the sake of a pure life in the future, he would get one bottle of wine from this kid anyway. Just take it as losing money to prevent disasters. Thinking of this, the old drunkard had a single hand and a bottle of wine appeared in his hand. He said.

"Here, every bottle is just one bottle, so stingy. I'm still petty with the old man!" I never left the bottle of wine throughout the whole process. I felt sorry.

Fang Yichen snatched the bottle of wine and held the bottle of wine tightly with both hands. But he still felt unsafe. He was snatched away by the old drunkard just now, and he was still worried, so he looked at the old drunkard with suspicion and said

"Old drunkard, you voluntarily compensate me for this, so you are not allowed to take it away."

"Hmph, I, the old Taoist, are not that kind of person." The old drunkard raised his head and said arrogantly.

Tsk..., I don't believe in your character. I just used robbery. When you see the wine, you don't want anything. Can you believe this character? But you can't say this. Maybe you didn't want to rob it, and the old alcoholic would rob it. There is no way, and you are not as skilled as others, so you can only barely believe him. Fang Yichen got up and walked back to the kitchen with the bottle in his arms, then carefully put it in the cabinet, and then brought out the remaining box of beer. I'll drink this today, but this old man won't rob it anyway, hahaha.

I took out a bottle, opened it, and sat on the sofa and took a leisurely sip. I felt so comfortable.

"No taste." Seeing Fang Yichen enjoying it, the old drunkard curled his lips and said contempt.

Fang Yichen didn't go against him anymore. He had been making trouble for a long time, and it was midnight. He said that the main thing was important. He sorted out his thoughts and asked.

"Well, old drunkard, you just said that there are cultivators in this world, immortal world, and god world, and those demons and monsters should also exist, but it seems that they have never encountered them on earth."

"These do exist, but there is no more on the earth. To be precise, I am the only one of the cultivators on the earth. There is no other one." The old alcoholic also wanted to leave earlier. He found that this kid was actually a bit evil. He was afraid that he would be deceived by drinking after staying for a long time, so he explained.

"Why?" Hearing this, Fang Yichen's curiosity was aroused. So he asked.

The old alcoholic took out another bottle of wine, opened it, took a sip, and continued.

"This starts from more than 3,000 years ago. At that time, cultivators and mortals were still in the same interface. Cultivators who flew to the sky and escaped from the earth could be seen everywhere because the cultivators had too many abilities. So mortals at that time called cultivators "big immortals". In fact, they didn't know the realm of being away from immortals, which was really far away for these cultivators. At most, two out of ten people, three of them might succeed, and the others would be destroyed. After being called "immortals" by mortals for a long time, they were all a little aloof. So most people had an idea in their minds. That is, since they could not really ascend to the fairy world, it would be very good to be an immortal in the human world. So, major sects and forces began to find power to support themselves in the mortal world to achieve the purpose of ruling mortals and establishing the "pseudo-immortal world."

Speaking of this, the old drunkard paused, drank a sip of wine, and then continued

"Through continuous erosion and annexation, only two major power groups were left. However, there was only one overlord of the 'pseudo-immortal world'. So a war broke out about 3,000 years ago. The winners decided the status of the various forces in the 'pseudo-immortal world'." When he said this, the old Taoist stopped, as if he had returned to the scene of that year. He looked a little vicissitudes.

"Three thousand years ago, was that the legendary battle of the Gods in our current legend?" Fang Yichen felt a little reluctant to see the old Taoist's sad expression, and then interrupted him and asked.

"Yes, it is what you call the Battle of Gods, but it is very different from the records. The battle was really tragic, and many mortals and cultivators fell. In the end, one of the forces finally won, commanded the "pseudo-immortal world", called themselves "Jade Emperor", and called themselves "Goddes" to the mortals. They gave the cultivators on both sides corresponding "Immortals". However, after controlling the fate of mortals, the "Jade Emperor" was blinded by the desire for power,

They always use their own will to dominate mortals, and if they are dissatisfied, they use magic to cause disaster to the living beings in the world. This practice angered many cultivators who did not participate in the Conquest of God, so they united to attack the Jade Emperor, but because their power was too weak, most of them eventually fell." Speaking of this, the old alcoholic sighed and took a sip of wine, as if they felt that the wine was not strong enough, so they took out the alcohol and took a big gulp. Only then did they recover a little.

"Then you should be one of the people who oppose the 'Jade Emperor' in person, right?" Fang Yichen asked tentatively as he saw the old drunkard reacting so loudly.

"Yes, we are all casual cultivators. All my friends fell in that battle, and I was the only one left." The old alcoholic replied sadly. After saying that, he looked into the distance, feeling a little lonely, and kept drinking.

Fang Yichen now understood why the old drunkard was addicted to alcohol. After experiencing so many things, he always used alcohol to relieve his sorrows. It was difficult to become an alcoholic, and his psychological attitude began to feel a little sympathetic to him. He didn't want to see the old drunkard immersed in the pain, so Fang Yichen asked.

"They even established the 'pseudo-immortal world', so what if the real fairy world is not concerned? Let them do whatever they want?"

"Immortal Realm? Humph, the Immortal Realm is also the same as theirs. Just say 'Jade Emperor'. If there wasn't a father in the Immortal Realm supporting him, would you think that with his cultivation level, there would be so many people with high-level cultivation around him to assist him? His cultivation level is not as good as a soldier under his command." The old drunkard said with some disdain.

"Oh, it turns out that his father is 'Li Gang'?" Fang Yichen suddenly realized and thought to himself that the fairy world is also dark enough.

"'Li Gang'? Who is 'Li Gang'? His father is not called 'Li Gang'!" the old drunkard asked in confusion. Where is this?

"Hehe...hehe...Li Gang is a person from our era. This Li Gang is a very powerful person. When we use him to describe the father of a powerful person, I am a metaphor, a metaphor for hehe." Fang Yichen explained with a silly smile.

"What about it later?" Fang Yichen didn't want to get involved in this topic anymore. He asked.
Chapter completed!