When everyone saw the freshly baked "Will Enter the Wine" on the paper, they once again felt the emotional and sad and arrogant, the words were extremely arrogant and calm, the ups and downs, and the artistic conception of unrestrained ups and downs were carefully put into the wardrobe.

As the original author, Mengtian personally picked up the pen and wrote down the first batch of authentic works with his name, which is very collectible. Maybe one day, Dream Day is famous all over the world and is in a high position, and these first generations of authentic works of "will enter the wine" are treasures that are hard to find.

Strange to say, a young man like Meng Yitian, who is a little ghostly, not only writes poems so peerlessly, but also has a good character with a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, which adds a lot of points to these original authentic works and makes them more collectible.

Dream was busy for a long time, and finally a copy was completed, at this time he clapped his hands with a satisfied face, and was about to get up and continue drinking.

Suddenly, a powerful big hand appeared behind him, gently covering his head, although it felt very light, but it still made him unable to resist and lowered his head.

"Write a copy for the old man, too, and make your dog-planing font look better. An old voice suddenly sounded on the seventh floor of Lihua Garden, startling everyone.

Meng Tian looked back stiffly, and almost scared him into peeing his pants, at this time, Meng Lao's hair was slightly messy, covered with blood, and even on his face, so he stood behind him silently, staring at him deadly.

"Hey~Morning dew!Little dolls, you guys are very good at enjoying it!Tsk tsk, oops~" At this time, an old man with a knife entered the sky from the window with a smile on his face, staring directly at the morning wine in front of him.

Looking at the knife-wielding old man in front of him with more blood on his body and even his face, everyone was almost frightened, didn't he know that his smile was very ugly...... Just when everyone was secretly slandering, suddenly an Oiran exclaimed: "Hao Sheng's senior!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the old man again, and found that he was really the saint outside the city who fought the true immortal with a knife!

Although it was unbelievable, at this time, everyone couldn't think much about it, so they left their seats in shock, clenched their fists and made a long wave, and then stood aside respectfully.

Just kidding, in front of the saints, who dares to sit? It is not just a matter of strength, but also a matter of etiquette, and any junior should be the same when he sees his elders. Not long after Hao Sheng came in, several bloodstained figures flew in from the window.

The middle-aged face but the head of the Tai family - Tai Sheng.

A man and a woman jointly decided to come from the representative of the miscellaneous family - the two saints of wind and rain.

Carrying a sword, a slightly young middle-aged man, a representative figure of Taoism - Qingsheng.

In addition, the dream old man who suddenly appeared silently on the side had already gathered the six Great Xia Saints who had just fought the twelve true immortals outside the city!

The appearance of the six saints made everyone's heartbeat stop for half a beat, although these people had already reined in the monstrous weather on their bodies, but in the hearts of everyone, a few people just went to that station, as if a mountain was pressing on their hearts.

This is not just a matter of cultivation strength, but the transcendent status of being high up and following the law, as well as the famous and endless great achievements, and the monstrous authority to control the life and death of others at the slightest thought!

These things that are not in their bodies, but added to their bodies, are the source of pressure for everyone.

"Eh, Mengzu, could this young man be really yours...... Apprentice?" The man in the two saints of wind and rain, the wind saint said with a strange expression.

When all the saints heard this, they all looked at Meng Lao, who was standing behind Meng Tian and carefully watched him copy "Will enter the wine".

As if he had heard the question of the Wind Sage, Meng Lao seemed to be deliberate, and casually threw the "Will Enter the Wine" that Meng had just finished writing on the table where the Sages were located, and said with a disgusted look at him:

"Write well, the poem is average, look at your dog-planed words, the old man is really blind to accept a naughty child like you as a registered disciple!"

As soon as the words came out, Meng Tian seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he was instantly stunned in place, and turned to look at Meng Lao behind him stiffly, with an unbelievable look.

"Smack-" Meng Lao raised his hand and slapped the back of Meng Tiantian's head, but this time the strength was not as strong as before, and he just slapped his head back into the copied posture.

"Look at what, write dozens of copies to the old man, if you can't write well, the old man will slap you and accompany those fairy cubs outside the city. ”

After Meng Lao scolded with a dark face, he no longer paid attention to Meng Yitian, walked straight to the wine cabinet on the side, took a few jars of morning dew, threw them to the saints one by one, and then drank it alone.

Not to mention the saints, no one here is a fool, and Meng Lao's actions at this time explain too much.

Feng Sheng picked up the "Jiang Jin Wine" on the table, stretched it out and put it on the table, and after a glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Seeing the appearance of the Wind Saint, the other saints also glanced at the crumpled paper with great interest, and then it was almost the same as the appearance of the Wind Saint, and a pair of eyes pulled the whole body in front of this "Jiang Jin Wine" alive.

At this time, the slightly young Qingsheng suddenly looked up at Meng Yitian and opened his mouth to speak, but then Meng Lao's "cough cough" came over.

Qingsheng looked at Meng Lao, who was drinking alone and didn't know what he was thinking, and when he came to his mouth, he forcibly held back, and after a while, he looked slightly embarrassed and found a place to sit down, picked up a jar of morning dew, and drank directly at the jar.

Then the saints also looked different and found a seat and sat down at random, Tai Sheng sat next to Meng Lao, glanced at the latter, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Zu, that kid must not be a cultivation material, do you really want to accept him?"

Hearing this, Meng Lao took a big sip of the jar like drinking water, and then said leisurely: "In this world, there is no material that is not suitable for cultivation, everyone has their own way. ”

Tai Sheng was silent for a long time when he heard this, so he no longer dwelled on this matter and drank wine with the saints.

Everyone stood aside at this time, watching the six people drink the morning dew with the altar as if they were drinking water, and they swallowed their saliva one after another, looking at their noses and their noses and hearts.

Just now everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, Ma Monroe was not good at drinking, only drank half a jar, followed by the oiran, the amount of wine was different, the high was similar to Chang Nianchun, drank one jar, less than even a small half of the altar.

Even if it is a little drunkard like Meng Yitian, and a teenager like Feng Jinfeng who grew up drinking morning dew since childhood, it is just more than one jar.

The capacity of this wine jar of Chaolu is a standard two-pound weight, and after seeing that several saint dragons have drunk the two jars of water, their faces still do not change, and everyone is sincerely convinced.

In the end, it is a saint, no matter what else it is, just this body, it is really resistant.

When Feng Jin secretly smacked his tongue, he suddenly found that Ma Monroe on the side lowered his head and was silent, as if he had something on his mind, and immediately set his eyes on the saint who was known as Taisheng.

Alas, this old-timer looks like a philanthropic person, why is his son so obedient, Feng Jin thought for a long time, and suddenly turned his heart sideways and strode towards him.

"The younger generation is Fengjin, the red silk is Jin, and I have seen Taisheng. Feng Jin clenched his fists and made a long gesture.

At this time, all the saints set their eyes on Feng Jin's body, waiting for the next with great interest, Meng Lao glanced at Ma Monroe beside him, and thought about it.

Ma Monroe felt Meng Lao's eyes, his face instantly turned red, and he buried his head in the mountains and rivers on his chest with great shyness, and the whole person was like a little quail.

At this time, Taisheng looked at Feng Jin with a smile on his face, this young man with a veil on his face, he had learned many things, and the more he knew, the more curious he became.

"Kid, I know what you're trying to say. Tai Sheng said meaningfully.

Feng Jin was stunned when he heard this, and said with some doubts: "Senior, do you know everything?"

Tai Sheng took a big sip of morning dew, did not speak, and set his eyes on Meng Lao. The latter seemed to be unaware, without any words, and was still drinking heartily.

Tai Sheng put his gaze back on Feng Jin, and said quietly, "Child, do you know the identity of this girl?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ma Monroe, who trembled at this time, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Taisheng in horror.