Mythological Native Species

"Sure enough, he is the master of the same vein, an experienced and sophisticated person, who actually started to do it before I entered the Zuiyang Tower. And... just relying on the aroma of wine mixed in thousands of wine flavors, let me enter Drunk without knowing it, this Master Yinhai's methods are really terrifying!" Feng Linwen thought in his heart, not panicking, but more and more calm.

"For today's plan, the first way is to sober up, but it is very possible that after sobering up, the concept of 'drunk' comes out, and the world in front of you will disappear, and the real power hidden here will also disappear, losing opportunities. .And then there is...drinking the ice-skate brew, from the 'drunk' given by Yinhai Zhenren, into my own 'drunk', subjectively turning this world into my home."

"But don't be impulsive, although it's just a wisp of wine, but in this way, I drink mixed wine, not only will I get more intoxicated, it will be more difficult to distinguish between true and false, but it will also trigger a series of chain reactions."

Standing on the bow, Feng Linwen touched his chin and kept thinking.

The hustle and bustle behind him has nothing to do with him.

For those people, Feng Linye was a transparent person who did not exist.

Feng Lin was drunk, most of them were not drunk, how could they see a person who didn't exist to them?

Inside the boat, suddenly there was a thin-faced middle-aged man with a sparse beard and a hazy expression. He walked out staggeringly, lay on the side of the boat, and sprayed vomit on the river. It was really disgusting.

Rolling up his sleeves, wiping the corners of his mouth, and looking up again, he suddenly saw a vague shadow suddenly appear on the originally empty bow.

He shook his head vigorously, and then opened his eyes to take a closer look, the shadow seemed to disappear again.

Staggering pace, as if stepping on the clouds, bumping over, reaching out to push the shadow.

But he didn't want one of them to lose his footing and fall into the icy river.

Someone in the cabin shouted, "Mr. Qian... Mr. Qian fell into the river!"

"Master Qian fell into the river!"

The next moment, a large number of boatmen accompanying the boat jumped into the lake to salvage this Mr. Qian.

Feng Linwen held the prepared ice brew in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man who was struggling in the river, but was sinking more and more. The sharp wine pulp passed through the chest and abdomen, with a heart-piercing pain.

In the distant sky, the situation changes.

There seems to be an intense cold snap that is nurturing and giving birth. The already cold weather has been urged to be more ferocious and cold.

In an instant, a terrifying cold wind blew across the river, and the struggling figure sank to the bottom of the river and disappeared without a trace.

When it was salvaged, it was already a cold body.

In the tenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, under the instruction of Wen Tiren, Zhang Hanru from Changshu falsely accused Qian Qianyi of corruption and lawlessness. Governor Zhang Guowei and Lu Zhenfei wrote to him to avenge him. Qian Qianyi once wrote an inscription for the **** Wang An, and for the **** Cao Huachun. Knowing that, he appealed to Cao Huachun for help, executed Zhang Hanru, and reported Wen Tiren. Afterwards, Wen Tiren resigned because of his illness, and Qian Qianyi cut his membership and returned to his hometown.

On the way back home, he passed Jinling and made good relations with the DPRK and China. His students held a banquet for Qinhuai painting boats.

Feng Linye didn't know at all that his drunkenness changed the world and many trajectories.

Of course... it may also be said that this world was born because he was drunk.

Under the guidance of Yinhai Zhenren, and the Zuiyang Tower, which has been handed down from generation to generation on the Zuiyang Peak, as a guide, the huge power hidden in it is influenced, and a world that is not so important and not so conspicuous is excavated from Feng Lin's heart.

The sense of detachment, the sense of picture, and the sense of alienation are disappearing.

Everything has become real.

Feng Linxuan can really feel the cold wind on the river surface, the coolness of the river water, and many, many.

He was really, completely drunk, so everything he saw was real.

When he is drunk, the world is also drunk.

The fake has completely become the real, and the magic of creation is beyond imagination and beyond everything.

"If it's just simple, at the end of the Ming Dynasty in my memory, this world is not difficult for me to challenge. I'm afraid... the combination of two kinds of alcohol, two kinds of drunkenness overlap, and some kind of magical change has occurred. "

"Heh... Actually, there's no need to be afraid, I'm just afraid of the demon change, which is something I expected. Since Master Yinhai counted me from the beginning, then it must be counted. Liu Qingmei may be in tune with me and let me Temporarily owning his own secret wine. This is the result he wants, but it is also my opportunity."

Leaving the painting boat, without wasting much energy, Feng Linwen found out what time point this world is in now.

"In the ten years of Chongzhen, it has been decades since the weather suddenly became cold, but the change is not particularly big, it is just a sign... But with my sip of wine, I am afraid that the real Little Ice Age... is coming. According to the original history, in another seven years, Emperor Chongzhen will hang Meishan to death, and then the Manchus will enter the customs, slaughter the earth, and wash the Central Plains with blood..."

"However, Guan Ning's iron cavalry shook the world, and the great general Yuan Chonghuan beheaded the first golden warrior... What the **** is this? This is the consequence of drinking mixed wine? Chongzhen has been ten years... he is not dead yet. ?"

"And I heard from those people in the rivers and lakes that Yuan Chonghuan rode alone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with one knife and broke the mountain, and killed the eight thousand warriors...this..." Feng Linwen shook his head, the expression on his face. The expression was very bitter.

If this is the case, all the historical memories in his mind should be discarded. Because...it's useless at all.

"However, if there is real power, then the most likely people to hide it are Huang Taiji, Chongzhen, and Li Zicheng. That is to say, let me choose one direction to support, and then push down the other two?"

"It's too troublesome! Everyone doesn't want to watch it! Don't kill yourself!" Some nonsensical thoughts jumped out of Feng Linxun's mind, probably because he was drunk, and his brain was a bit big, so he couldn't stop it.

Just when Feng Lin was in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of neat footsteps.

In all directions, there were sergeants with heavy weapons surrounding them.

The surrounding civilians fled one after another, jumping for a while.

Whoa!

A large number of bows and crossbows were aimed at Feng Linxen, and it could be seen that vicious runes were inscribed on the iron arrows. These were not ordinary weapons, but simple magic weapons that could be used against cultivators.

A silver-haired eunuch, standing in the midst of the numerous sergeants, looked at Feng Linye, and said with a shrill voice, "Scholar Dieyi, how dare you come to Jinling to commit a crime and insult seven female relatives of the official family in one night. . Today our family will kill you!"

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Feng Linye was at a loss.

"What? Butterfly, what kind of clothes, what kind of scholar? And humiliated seven officials' daughters in a row? Am I a flower-picker? Why don't I know?"

"Even with this status, can't we do it a little bit earlier? Let me really do it, this black cauldron... it's better to bear it!" Feng Linye felt a little uncomfortable.

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