I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1909

Chapter 1785 Youth

Chapter 1785: Young Man
, Southern Region, Feng Family City, Huayue Tower.

Half a year ago, Huayue Tower was just an insignificant place of pleasure in the Southern Territory’s Sin Land.

But since he became famous for being drunk in the wind, he transformed himself into the most powerful preacher in the world and put on the cloak of “Emperor Zhongzui”.

“A drink in front of Huayue Tower, to test the three-foot sword in your chest!”

At that time, this sentence was spoken by Feng Zhongzui and became known throughout the five regions.

It doesn’t matter who you said it to at first or what you mentioned.

This statement became quite popular, and after some hype, Huayue Tower quickly became the most popular brothel in the southern region.

Some people even proposed a slogan: “The first building in the sky, the Flower Moon Building in the world, two buildings stand side by side, seeking the truth and seeking pleasure.”

Huayuelou was so frightened that his legs went limp and he kept saying he didn’t dare.

This slogan was created by Feng Zhong Zui Ti and Hua Yue Lou. Hua Yue Lou hired people to create hype in various places in the five regions.

How to say it, Fengzhongzui and Huayuelou complement each other.

After the preaching at that time, countless people from the five regions came to Huayue Tower to invite Feng Zhongzui to drink, and Feng Zhongzui was naturally happy to make friends.

He is now considered half-owner of Huayue Tower.

On weekdays, he would preach either in the Feng family mansion, or tell people about some of the deeds of the Feng family in the Southern Region, or show off their glory in the past.

Some people are jealous, some people reject.

So most of the time, he would stay in the Huayue Tower, on the “Sword Testing Platform” on the top of the building where the famous saying was hung.

“Mr. Feng, something big has happened!”

“Let me go find Master Feng, thank you!”

At this time, the sword testing platform was crowded with people.

Feng Zhongzui had invited two ancient sword masters to duel on the stage.

He was cracking melon seeds, crossing his legs, and occasionally giving pointers and comments to the people on the stage.

There was a person in front holding two golden apricots, one pointing at the sword-testing platform, describing the scene of the martial arts competition, and the other pointing at Feng Zhongzui, listening to his comments.

Worth mentioning is…

Drunk in the wind, becoming rounder.

Not only the cheeks have a lot more flesh, but the whole person is like this.

He sat on the armchair, his posture relaxed, his belly slightly bulging, as if it was six months old, his chin was stacked in five layers, and his eyes were narrow, squeezed by the flesh.

Compared with half a year ago, Feng Zhongzui no longer has the youthful vigor, but has a more wealthy air – a person can gain weight even before middle age.

In his preaching scenes, only a few were directed at the two people competing on the stage, and most of them were teasing Feng Zhongzui:

“Don’t drink any more wine. This is the sixteenth jar today. You really can drink a lot!”

“Eat less roast chicken, too. My Drunk Emperor, don’t you see how big your belly is? Do you really not care about these things? I do care. I need to wash my eyes!”

“I give up. If this doesn’t work, Feng Zhongzui, go and refine your spirit and lose some weight. How can an ancient swordsman be so lazy? You need someone to feed you even when you eat a chicken drumstick?”

“Give me back my youth Fengzhongzui! Who are you? Get off Emperor Zhongzui right now!”

“Still eating? You’ve lost your people and have gone to see Hongniang!”

“Hongniang? Hehe…Bai Niang, Auntie! Feng Zhongzui likes her the most!”

“…”

You know what, someone really died.

At first, Feng Zhongzui didn’t care.

His daily routine now is to wake people up, sober up from alcohol, take a bath and change clothes, and then take a sedan chair to Huayue Tower.

He only needs to open the Golden Apricot preaching screen and pick a few people to go on stage for a sword fight. This sword-testing arena can support him for the rest of his life, and even support the entire Feng family.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now the cash cow of the Feng family in the Southern Territory!

The number of spectators in Jinxing’s video was unstable. When the situation was good, it would exceed 7 or 8 million, and when the situation was not good, it would be around 5 or 6 million.

Who is he?
The Drunk Emperor!

No matter how bad it gets, can the number of people drop to five or six?

But at the moment, five or six people are not enough, but I just glanced at it and just remembered that it was more than 7 million. How did it suddenly become 3 million?
“Where are the people?”

Feng Zhongzui took a look at the number of people and jumped up in fright… He couldn’t jump up at all!
He changed to a more comfortable position and whispered to the ragged beauty beside him: “Where are the people? Where have they gone? Let me check the situation.”

Feng Zhongzui disdains to read the comments while explaining.

He didn’t have this habit when he was carrying the preaching mirror.

Now there are seven million people, and if each person makes a comment, he can’t read it all. Moreover, they are all scolding him for getting fat, which makes him unhappy.

Little did they know that there is a concept behind this in ancient swordsmanship: the art of sword cultivation!

But one cannot ignore the comments, so Feng Zhongzui asked people to select a few sentences from time to time for a lottery, and he answered the questions himself.

The number of people suddenly dropped by several million, there must be something wrong…

“It can’t be that there’s something wrong with me, right?”

This style has been maintained for half a year and has reached its peak.

Feng Zhongzui has only gained weight, not become stupid. If he really wants to lose weight, he feels that he still has the willpower to do so, but he just doesn’t want to.

There are many preachers and hundreds of schools of thought.

Although I am the first to try something new, if I don’t have some recognition, I will soon be drowned in the waves.

Feng Zhong Zui’s name means drunk, but he is very sober!
The lightly dressed maid beside him quickly leaned over and said softly, “It seems that they all went to Hongniang’s place. I heard that something big happened.”

Matchmaker?

Feng Zhongzui knew this girl.

If he said that he was the best in the preaching world, then Hongniang was the one who came from behind and was almost overshadowing him.

——Of course, this is based on the fact that she is still thin. Now she has no chance of winning!
Unless the sky falls.

Or maybe she was accompanied by Shouye.

“How is that possible? Haha…”

Feng Zhongzui laughed when he thought of this. He hadn’t been able to contact Shou Ye for half a year. If Shou Ye really wanted to make a comeback, he would definitely be the first choice.

With others?
You have to build tacit understanding, how tiring!

“What’s the matter?” Feng Zhongzui asked.

The maid leaned over again, fed him a cherry, and said, “I heard that Hongniang found Shouye in the ghost and Buddha world, and he is fighting with Hua Changdeng.”

?

The world isolates me…

The world suddenly turned gray and white, and there was no color in sight. Feng Zhongzui felt dizzy and the cherry pits came out of his nostrils.

“What did you say!”

Suffer the master?

Hua Changdeng?
How could a human being say these two names in such a calm tone?

The spectators at Jinxing couldn’t hear what the beauty said, they only saw Feng Zhongzui suddenly jump up, and immediately a lot of comments were posted:
“What the hell, it scared me to death!”

“Fat bullet shot, nostril cherry!”

“Please, lose some weight. You suddenly stuck your face to my pig head and scared my little baby to tears…”

Behind the sword-testing platform, the Feng family messenger who had been trying to squeeze in for a long time could only jump high, wave his hands, and shout:

“Mr. Feng, stop cracking melon seeds!”

“Shou Ye was fighting Hua Jianxian in the Ghost Buddha Realm. Our people have confirmed it. It’s true!”

?

The world is gray again.

Feng Zhongzui looked as pale as death. He sat back on the widened and enlarged armchair with a bang, almost smashing it.

“stop!”

He directly cut off the Golden Apricot screen, his face uncertain, and said to the people around him:
“Go to the Apricot Realm and contact Lord Li. I want the exclusive right to preach this battle and all the subsequent battles. No matter what they ask, Lingque has it!”

The messenger had expected this and replied, “Lord Li is not here…”

“Then contact Master Zhu!”

“Master Zhu doesn’t care about these things. He has always looked down on you, Master Feng… uh, us.”

“Muzili, we invited so many people to drink, and you couldn’t even contact a single person who could talk?”

“No one is available…”

“Where is the Half-Saint Zang? I have a drinking relationship with him!”

“Senior Zang is also in seclusion…”

Feng Zhongzui was originally dizzy, but he suddenly woke up from the alcohol and felt like he could no longer hold the quicksand between his fingers. He said in panic:

“Old Patriarch…”

“Mr. Feng, have you forgotten? The old patriarch advised you to practice sword before, but you said you would practice later, and he refused to see you.”

“Take my warrant! Go and invite Elder Yang!”

“Mr. Yang and Mr. Siren went to Xingjie to teach three months ago, and they have not returned yet…”

“Then please go back!”

“Mr. Feng, I’ve invited you dozens of times before. Have you forgotten? I wanted to invite Mr. Yang to the sword-testing platform before, but he always ignored me…”

Click.

Feng Zhongzui slumped in the armchair, his heart beating too fast, his face as pale as paper, and he had the illusion that he was abandoned by the whole world.

Obviously, before counting breaths, he had everything!
He had seven million viewers, even losing weight and persuading the sword, they were just teasing…right?

“Mr. Feng, you are sweating a lot. I will wipe it for you~”

The maid leaned forward again, and Feng Zhongzui suddenly jumped up, slapped the girl away, and shouted:
“Waste!”

“You don’t know me, you don’t know Hua Jianxian, you don’t know people… What’s the point of me raising you? You are trash! You are all trash!”

The whole room was dead silent, and everyone was in panic.

Being drunk in the wind is like drowning, and you can no longer find anything that can support your current weight.

Until he suddenly had an idea, his eyes widened, and he grabbed the last straw:
“Xiao Wanfeng!”

“Yes! Xiao Wanfeng, quickly go to Xingjie to find Xiao Wanfeng!”

“I owe him a favor… No, I have a deep friendship with him. We are inseparable friends! He will help me, he will definitely help me!”

The messenger was indifferent.

Feng Zhongzui shouted at the top of his lungs: “Go ahead, what are you standing there for?”

The messenger opened his mouth, glanced to the side, and sighed softly, still without saying anything.

The sword-testing platform is deserted.

At the corner of the corridor, some left and some dispersed, and finally only a single figure was left, standing upright, shaped like a sharp sword:
“Drunk in the wind, I have always been here.”

A gentle call suddenly woke up the drunk man in the wind.

He raised his eyes and saw the young man of the same age standing at the entrance of the corridor. He was tall and handsome, with a huge sword and a sword case on his back. His brows were pressed down, his eyes were bright and intimidating, and his momentum was as strong as a mountain.

“Xiao Wanfeng…”

Feng Zhongzui was startled and jumped up from the armchair again.

He suddenly recalled that Xiao Wanfeng did not live in Xingjie like him. This guy only went there once and then came back.

A guy who doesn’t know how to enjoy himself…

But he has been in Huayue Tower…

Yes, he had made an appointment with me before to go to the Ghost and Buddha Realm to train together. Is he waiting?

No, in the past six months, since Jin Xing started preaching, I have no time. It’s not that I’m deliberately delaying, but I did completely forget about Xiao Wanfeng until now…

“Brother Xiao!”

Feng Zhongzui blinked hard, wiped his tears, and stretched out his hand to greet him:
“Brother Xiao, save me! Brother Xiao, save me!”

“I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong… Brother Xiao, you are the only one I have.”

Xiao Wanfeng was not like the thousands of visitors to Huayue Tower in the past six months who kept running towards him. He remained standing where he was and spoke calmly:
“I can’t save you. The only one who can save you is you.”

Feng Zhongzui opened his mouth and wanted to take a step forward, but it would be too cheap to take the initiative to approach, so he lowered his hands and said,
“How can you save me?”

Xiao Wanfeng frowned and said, “Come with me to the Ghost Buddha Realm.”

“good!”

Drunk and shouting in the wind, he wants to rise up.

He pushed the armchair away and ran forward towards Xiao Wanfeng. After a few steps, he was out of breath and stopped with his head down.

He supported himself on his knees, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and looked up at the young man at the entrance of the corridor.

The young man carries a sword, looking chivalrous.

He had become as fat as a ball, his sword had become useless and his spirit had faded. Now he could not walk and was afraid of falling even when flying.

They were both in Huayue Tower and debuted at the same age.

One is underground, the other is at the top of the sky.

Feng Zhongzui did not think that he was the one underground. He was already a superior person. He propped himself up and said:

“Go, go now!”

Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly and said in disappointment: “Huayue Tower is not only 108,000 miles away from the Ghost Buddha Realm as I said, but may be 108,000 worlds away. Can you run away?”

Feng Zhongzui waved his hand and said, “Bring up the sedan chair!”

“A holy ghost has appeared in the ghost-Buddha world. I will carry your sedan chair for you. You may be safe.”

“Brother Xiao, are you kidding? That’s Master Shou! I was thinking, ahahaha…”

“Drunk in the Wind, you were the one who made the joke first, weren’t you?” Xiao Wanfeng’s eyes were cold, “Carrying a sedan chair to the Ghost Buddha Realm, do you think the Ghost Buddha Realm is also owned by Huayue Tower?”

Drunk in the Wind was silent.

He turned his head and looked towards the north.

He had fought side by side with Shou Ye in the Central Region, and had encountered half-saints, saint emperors, and enemy ancestor gods. They were full of vigor and vitality, and they killed indiscriminately!

“A mere holy ghost…”

“Hongniang’s men were too weak. Uncle Jin and Old Fu didn’t even see each other before they were killed by that white-faced ghost with one sword.”

“Isn’t there still Shouye…”

“Have you seen Shouye in the past six months?”

Drunk in the wind, I was speechless for a moment.

I am very busy, how can I be so important?

He is practicing, how could he possibly meet me?
“Brother Xiao, you are talking as if I am here to meet you…”

“I have.”

“What?”

“I often go to the Xing Realm to see Mr. Yang and Mr. Siren. I often go to the Zhongyuan Realm to see Mr. Shou and Mr. Ba Zun An…”

Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish his words, Feng Zhongzui burst into laughter, this time with tears in his eyes, and interrupted him,
“Haha, Xiao Wanfeng, are you kidding me? It’s already this hour, and you’re still talking about the Eighth Sword Immortal…”

“It’s not that you can’t see the Eighth Sword Immortal, it’s just whether you want to see him or not, whether you want to learn sword skills or not, they are all very easy to talk to.”

“Bullshit, even Old Yang can’t invite me to the sword-testing platform…”

“If you can’t invite me, you won’t go yourself?”

Feng Zhongzui’s thoughts were shaken, and he realized something.

He looked around, pointed at the floor, pointed at the Huayue Tower, pointed at the two apricot beads held by his puppet-like subordinates with expressionless faces:
“What am I going to do?”

“I’m going to go there. What should I do here? I have seven million apricots waiting for me on time every day…”

Buzz!
Xiao Wanfeng put out two fingers, with some silver attached to them.

He used his ten-segment sword finger to slash through the air at the sword-testing platform in Huayue Tower. With a “click” sound, the sword-testing platform broke into two halves.

Feng Zhongzui was stunned and murmured silently:
“Sword Thoughts…”

This sword cut through half a year of decadence and debauchery, shattered the illusion of reality, and Feng Zhongzui suddenly woke up…

No!
He didn’t want to wake up.

He felt like he was going crazy.

He had been in a state of depression for half a year and had actually become detached from the entire world—even Xiao Wanfeng could cultivate sword thoughts?

“This is impossible. It’s only been half a year. How could a person change so much? Only half a year!”

Illusion Sword Technique!
This is definitely Illusion Sword Technique!
Great illusion is not false, great imagination is normal… What the Lord said is right, could it be that Xiao Wanfeng is jealous of my popularity and casts Illusion Sword Technique on himself?
“Brother Xiao!”

Feng Zhongzui suddenly came to his senses again, not daring to leave this last straw, sobbing, “Save me…”

Xiao Wanfeng still didn’t give up.

When you are in trouble, you should be helped by Feng Zhongzui, and you should repay the kindness of giving you a meal with all your strength.

But he had waited for half a year and could not wait any longer, so he said in a deep voice: “Feng Zhongzui, come with me to the Ghost Buddha Realm now, and I will save you.”

Taixu was killed instantly, am I going to die?
Feng Zhongzui leaned on his knees, his Qi Hai was empty of spiritual energy, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn’t even take a step.

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng.

Xiao Wanfeng stared at him.

He quickly dodged her gaze, moved aside, and lowered his head…

Just like a broken sword-testing platform.

It has only been half a year, and Feng Zhongzui only felt that there was an unbridgeable gap between himself and Xiao Wanfeng.

“Master Feng!”

“…”

“Drunk in the wind!”

“…”

Xiao Wanfeng called out twice, but Feng Zhongzui didn’t look up.

He understood, nodded, turned around, and walked down the stairs, leaving only the lingering sound:
“Drunk in the wind, I’m going to the ghost and Buddha world.”

“This is the ninety-sixth time I invite you, and it will also be the last time.”

“If you can keep up, then come. If you can’t, Huayue Tower will support you for the rest of your life, which is not bad.”

Ninety-six times…

Feng Zhongzui looked up in shock. Wasn’t this the second time?
He was standing on a high place, watching the young man go down the stairs. His figure gradually faded away, and he felt that he had lost something again.

He ran over, clung to the railing in the corridor, looked down, and wanted to shout.

“Keng——”

The sound of sword chanting moved.

The sword case behind Xiao Wanfeng cracked open, and the sword light flashed.

Feng Zhongzui was nearly blinded by the light and burst into tears. He wiped away his tears and there was no one in the corridor.

“Xiao Wanfeng!”

He rushed to the high platform at the top of Huayue Tower…

He suddenly saw the words he had written half a year ago, flowing and elegant, like a phoenix dancing and a dragon flying:

“A drink in front of Huayue Tower will test the three-foot sword in your chest.”

Feng Zhongzui was stunned.

Coming back to my senses, I leaned over the railing and looked down.

The figure of the young man downstairs has gone into the distance, his steps are firm and he never stops. The huge sword behind him is trembling and the sword force is high.

“Wait, this sword?”

Feng Zhongzui rubbed his eyes again before he could see clearly.

The sword that Xiao Wanfeng had been carrying, the sword that had never been covered up, turned out to be…

Xuancang Divine Sword? !