"You can have whatever you want? So the poor road wants a peach and an elixir, I don't know if you can conjure it?"

Yun Mengzi's face was full of helplessness, Lu Yichen was full of strangeness, but he was crazy again, this kind of madness, Yun Mengzi seemed to be a disguise. But just now, in his sleep, Lu Yuchen's instinctive fear did not look like a fake.

It is really difficult to treat Lu Yichen as a fool and a madman to make his words.

"I can't..."

Lu Yichen shook his head, drunk and confused: "If I could conjure up a peach and an elixir, I would have become an immortal a long time ago, and I don't have to be afraid of that old man, why are you still drinking here?"

With a stupid smile, Lu Yichen looked at Yun Mengzi: "Are you stupid?"

Yun Mengzi choked, then turned his head, picked up the roasted hare and began to gnaw slowly.

"Drink or not? Eating meat and drinking wine, singing about wine, is a great thing in life... You eat only meat and don't drink alcohol, like a beggar on the side of the road who picks up a roast chicken and shares it with a dog..."

After taking a bite of roast chicken, Lu Yichen tilted his neck, and a third of a bottle of wine was gone.

Looking at Lu Yichen, who drank so violently, Yun Mengzi's eyelids twitched: "If you drink like this, I'm afraid you won't live long..."

Shaking his head, Yun Mengzi said: "Poor people are not good at drinking..."

Although he didn't understand what Lu Yichen was thinking at this time, eating roast rabbits, and how to get involved with beggars and dogs, Yun Mengzi felt that this drunken maniac must be laughing at himself.

Vaguely, Yun Mengzi regretted a little: "If you bring this kind of person back to the island in the middle of the lake, I wonder if Zhang Zhenren will think that the poor road is perfunctory?

Shaking his head, shaking this thought out of his head, Yun Mengzi looked at Lu Yichen again, and regretted it even more in his heart.

"Poor Dao, I didn't bring him if I knew it..."

Regret is very regretful, but at this time, can you still send him back?

It's hard to do...

"I only hope that I can let him eat the Creation Pill, I don't know if he can be cured, his madness?"

Thinking like this, he unconsciously touched his chest, where there was a small jade bottle containing the Innate Creation Pill.

"There is an elixir in the poor road, do you want it?"

Yun Mengzi's eyes rolled and looked at Lu Yichen: "After eating, you can lose weight and be healthy, and you can enter the immortal path." ”

"The immortal path is insignificant, and the head of the cultivation path is just empty..."

After taking a sip of wine and nibbling on rabbit meat, Lu Yichen didn't seem to hear what Yun Mengzi said just now: "Immortals have always been myths, and they should not be in the world." ”

"Fellow Daoist..."

Yun Mengzi was in no mood to eat rabbit meat, and it could be said that he had lost his appetite in an instant: "Poor Dao said, Poor Dao has a Dao immortal fate here, do you want to become an immortal?"

"Eternal life is a dream, but in fantasy. How many immortals are there in the world, and where are they staying now?" After taking a sip of wine, he didn't continue to gnaw on rabbit meat, Lu Yichen's eyes were already a little hollow. I don't know if I was drunk like death, or I fell into my own thinking conception: "There is immortality in wine, and immortality is in dreams." Don't take it seriously, wake up empty. ”

Yun Mengzi frowned, he was slightly angry. Lu Yichen obviously heard his words, and the whole half-white limerick poem, not to mention some meaning, but he could understand it, but it was difficult to figure out Lu Yichen's artistic conception at this time.

"Poor Dao has been regarded as a madman since he was a child..."

Lu Yichen suddenly covered his face, and seemed to be a little crying: "When Poor Dao remembered, he was already five years old, and Poor Dao was already in Lu Linguan that year. Why is Poor Dao a Taoist priest, no one tells Poor Dao, only that Poor Dao is born in Taoism. One day the snow was falling, and Poor Dao had a nightmare, an old Taoist priest with a fairy wind and a long sword, wanted to kill Poor Dao... He was really cruel, Poor Dao could clearly sense it, he cut Poor Dao's head open and put a seed..."

Yun Mengzi realized that Lu Yichen was not a madman, he thought clearly, his language was concise, and the tone of his speech, although he was drunk, but the meaning he expressed seemed to be complaining.

"Poor Dao was very scared, very scared, and since then, as soon as Poor Dao closes his eyes, he will have this nightmare. Moreover, I always met this Taoist priest, and this Taoist priest told Poor Dao that someone would come to pick up the things in Poor Dao's head... When the opportunity comes, it will give the poor road a fairy fate..."

Lu Yichen covered his face with his hands: "Poor Dao is really scared, what is in Poor Dao's head, if you take it out again, won't you have to cut off your head?

"What kind of seed did you put it?"

Yun Mengzi was a little curious, these things were particularly fantastic, and they made people feel very unreal.

But since Zhang Daoran became famous all over the world, he has now successfully entered the Tao. That is to say, there really are immortals in this world... Lu Yichen had this dream, it may be more than a dream, otherwise it would be impossible to meet this Taoist priest as soon as he closed his eyes...

"Who knows what seed?"

Lu Yichen let go of his hands, there were no tears on his face, he took a sip of wine, and said: "That day, Poor Dao followed his senior brother down the mountain, and when he arrived at a supermarket, Poor Dao saw a blue and white porcelain bottle that was very good-looking, so he thought how good it would be if he could take it away..."

"So, that blue and white porcelain bottle was taken away by you?"

Yun Mengzi frowned, stealing is not a good habit, which shows that Lu Yichen himself has moral problems and lacks teaching.

"I didn't take it... That bottle is gone..."

Lu Yichen's face was full of yearning: "Actually, the wine bottle of blue and white porcelain fashion wine, Poor Dao was the first time to drink, and after getting drunk, he fell asleep, and Poor Dao was not afraid of that Taoist priest... So gradually, Poor Dao fell in love with drinking..."

Yun Mengzi always had a feeling that Lu Yichen in front of him was not simple... If he can conjure a bottle out of thin air, he can take it back... This bottle of blue and white porcelain contains wine, and Lu Yichen later found out, which shows that the blue and white porcelain was stolen by him, but the means are different...

"You stole all the wine you drank..."

Glancing at Yun Mengzi with disdain, Lu Yichen said: "Poor Dao took the blue and white porcelain wine bottle, and Poor Dao never took it again, who knows where these wines came from?

"Can only be turned into wine?"

Yun Mengzi was a little skeptical, since he could take away the blue and white porcelain bottle quietly, then he could take other things. Just like those cultivators on the island in the middle of the lake, they can turn a lot of things into nothing with the movement of their minds... And you can conjure things out of thin air.

"It's just a space magic weapon..."

Yun Mengzi already had an answer in his heart: "Lu Yichen has no opinion and has obtained a space magic weapon, and this magic weapon contains a trace of the original spirit of the previous director..."

"I can change into other things..."

As soon as Lu Yichen stretched out his hand, there was suddenly an extra bag of peanuts in his hand, he laughed, and looked at Yun Mengzi's somewhat stunned face: "You are so interesting, I have met so many people, you are the first to believe that poor Dao can change things." Is there a poor way to be an immortal, where can you change out of thin air? You fool... There are really fools, believe me in the story, you are so stupid and cute..."