Carefully put Xuanjing into his pocket to make sure that it would not fall out, and then he put away the patched black felt cloth on the ground with confidence.

You can't lose the guy style of eating.

Because there is an unwritten rule in the ghost market, if you want to be the shopkeeper of this small baggage shop that sells things, you must have a black square felt cloth.

The man stood up and shouted loudly, "Let go", and when he went back like this, he would always swear and scold non-stop, but he was in a very good mood today, so he wanted to accumulate some good fortune on his lips.

"It's a big wrongdoer. The man shouted as he pushed through the crowd.

After a quarter of an hour or two, the man finally squeezed out of the middle of the ghost market.

The man who exhaled a breath of fresh air gasped and said: What a fucking squeeze.

Then he sighed uncontrollably, thinking in his heart that if he hadn't lost the last gamble, a piece of Sumeru brocade bag filled with Xunlong's liquor would be counted as Xuanjing and given to the casino that took care of the pawnshop business.

It's worth a few two Amethyst, and it's because the shopkeeper who is both a pawnshop business and a gambling house business likes to drink, otherwise it's not worth a single Amethyst.

You must know that there are thirteen or four jars of Xunlong in it.

As for the Xunlong wine, the man has to steal joy in his heart when he thinks of it.

In a secret secret room in the slightly dilapidated old mansion handed down by the ancestors, all of them are made by Xunlong with red cloth seals.

As for Wu Chen, and even the story of the family path that many monks said before, of course, it would not be made up by the man himself.

Of course, he is full of men who gamble on insects, and he doesn't have that good literary talent, all of which come from his father who is also good at gambling.

This is what the man admires most about his father, all kinds of bizarre and moving stories from the man's mouth, as if he didn't want money, one after another, and all of them can have anything to do with himself.

The family is still one of them, which is a more ordinary and ordinary one, as for the others, our family is not only comparable to the sect name Shanmen, but even the two top surnames, Yang and Ran are almost the same.

At that time, the man who listened to the story almost spit on his father's face, but his fist was still small at that time, and he didn't dare to make a mistake.

After all, you can make it up, can you make it more reliable? I'm just going out to brag about it, and if I say these words, I won't be treated as a liar who brags, and I'll be beaten to death?

As for the wine found in the ancestral house of the family, that is, Xunlong, it became through his father's mouth, and at the very least, the Xuanhuang of the Middle Three Realms could only drink a sip, and the only ones who could really drink happily were those ancestors of the Upper Three Realms.

The man who heard this at that time really couldn't help laughing, because, if these extremely loud Haikou words, if it weren't for his Lao Tzu, only the old gambler at the peak of the Xuanshi said it, and changed it to a Xuanhuang monk on the head of the sect with sleeves, it really seemed to be five points true.

As for those Xunlongzao who also wanted to drink Xuanhuang at the very least, the man also tasted it because of curiosity, but he really couldn't get used to drinking that kind of horse urine-like wine, which he was very similar to his father.

It's all good gambling, and it's not good to drink.

It can also be regarded as a clear stream among the gamblers.

Moreover, what makes the man question the most is that if it is really the top-level immortal brew on the mountain as he Lao Tzu said, why is there no aura at all?

Drink it like an ordinary drink in the secular dynasty of Yamashita?

In the previous ghost market, the man also sold Xunlong, but the best one was less than a purple crystal, as for the three cans of Xunlongzi that had just been sold, but the only last stock in the man's hand, I didn't expect to give myself a big surprise.

The man couldn't stop feeling sorry again, but it was a pity that which one of his own homes, from his father's mouth, had been passed down for thousands of years, and the ancestral house had been mortgaged out when his gambling luck was not good.

The man really doesn't understand, a small house with only two rooms can be said to have been inherited by his father for thousands of years.

And those drinks, which could not be taken away, were all broken by the father and son, and poured into a small stinky ditch in front of the ancestral house, which he called Qianlong Yuan.

The man was stealing pleasure and regretting at the same time, so he walked by his feelings.

The rainbow lights in front of him became more and more shiny, and the surroundings became more and more familiar, the man suddenly lifted his spirits, and stretched out his hand to shake the five amethysts placed in his underwear pocket, and then he felt steady.

When he saw many familiar monks on the scene, everything was left behind by the man, and he thought in his heart that this time he would win all the games.

Especially when a plump woman with her breasts half-exposed whispered to the man: "Yo! You old ghost is finally willing to come, this time Xuanjing has to bring enough." ”

Without thinking about it, the man threw a purple crystal to the plump woman very arrogantly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, if you lack anything, you don't lack Xuanjing, hurry up and find a table, I'll be lucky first." ”

The plump woman who received the purple Xuanjing was almost attached to the man's body, and pulled the man towards the noisy and extraordinary room.

Feeling the softness of the skin touching, there was only one common sentence left in the man's mind.

This time, he will win a full game.

It was still walking slowly, picking and picking at the same time, the difference was that there was an extra pot of wine in his hand, and it still looked a little weird, but the wine in it had been replaced by the Xunlong that had just been bought for five amethysts.

"Thy, thy. ”

Wu Chen, who was shouting with a noble face, couldn't stop smiling.

The dragon character in Xunlong wine is naturally not called indiscriminately, and the wine contains a very strong dragon flavor.

The extremely absurd story of selling wine in the man's mouth, Wu Chen believes in it, and as for the middle and fall of the family, it is also true in Wu Chen's opinion, and it is far more than that.

That man has extraordinary muscles and bones, at least one of the ancestors of the Upper Three Realms can't run away, and it's still that kind of number, otherwise there would be no atavism in this man.

Wu Chen still has a little regret for that man, and his very powerful ancestor doesn't know what kind of enemy he has formed, which has led to the descendants of his own lineage being manipulated, and it will be difficult for generations to turn over.

I want to come to the ancestral hall and the ancestral house, and they have been cut down.

Woe to children and grandchildren, in the monk world on the mountain is a rare enmity.

However, seeing the man selling his three cans of immortal brew so cheaply, it can be regarded as a small favor.

After taking another sip of Wu Chen, which was made by Xunlong, he suddenly paused and walked towards a small baggage shop with a smile on his face.