The old Taoist in a gray and blue robe gently stroked a handful of beard on his chin.

It's quite a bit of a fairy wind bone.

Opposite the old Taoist, the old man who looked like a strong armor had already held the round chestnut wine jar with the incense cone in the alley with one hand, and poured it into the mouth.

Seeing this, the old Taoist shook his head, twisted the maroon wine jar in front of him with two fingers, and slowly poured it into the low round cup beside him.

The same two fingers twisted the cup, slowly brought it to the mouth, and gently sipped it into the mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that there were some bad gamblers who had been gambling for a long time, I was afraid that someone would secretly say something when they saw the appearance of the old Taoist, and they would be elegant.

The old man in Jinjia opposite the old Taoist put down the wine jar and said bluntly: "You are a fake Taoist, you are hypocritical." ”

The old man chuckled ignorantly.

Neither deny nor deny.

Whatever you say.

The old man sighed lightly and continued: "Alas, the more I drink this wine, the more I lose my energy, and I don't know how many times I can drink it. ”

After saying that, he shook the chestnut wine jar again.

When the wine is running out, what about people?"

The old man in Jinjia smiled again and said: "Hehe, it is usually more difficult to find you, a fake Taoist priest, to drink a sip of wine than to break the realm, but this time it is a big profit." ”

He pointed to the alley on the side and said, "Not much, not more." ”

I don't know if it refers to the incense in the alley in the wine jar, or something next to it.

The old Taoist didn't care about the martial artist at all, and his eyes were closed.

Jinjia Wufu was tired of this, and after thinking about it, he said suspiciously: "Why did the surnamed Fu launch a ginger boy out to consume, is it true that the Ran family's Nuo name has become so big that we are afraid of most of the old guys?"

The old Taoist opened his eyes and glanced at the old man, but closed them again.

The old man in Jinjia suddenly laughed, "Okay, you are a fake Taoist, you really learned from those true Taoists in Nanzhou." ”

The old man in Jinjia is familiar with the old Taoist, and knows that no matter how he jokes, he is just boring for himself, but it's all boring anyway, why is it boring and not all the same?

For this unique old man, the old Taoist is naturally familiar, and it's okay not to take care of it, but if you take care of it, you can't stop, so you just don't care about it.

"The two of us, plus one and a half over there, do you think you can let the surnamed Fu hand over that opportunity?"

The old man in Jinjia said, and the old Taoist no longer closed his eyes.

In the real sense, he looked at the old man who was only a few steps away.

At the top of the mountain, there are no so-called close friends, some are just the benefits after weighing the pros and cons.

Today's irresolvable mortal enemy may be tomorrow's blind date and best friend who drinks and talks at the same table.

At this point, whether it is a warrior or an old Taoist, they are all deeply harmonious.

The old man of Jinjia comes from the Chongxing Sect, the power of the sect and the mountain, but the ranking is not high, and it is weaker than the famous sect.

After all, the famous Zongguang is well-known to the world, and there are two powerhouses in the upper three realms.

And whether it is on the bright side or under the bright side, there is only one upper three realms.

However, Yang Chonglian, the old man of Jinjia, is the cultivation of Emperor Xuan's double heaven.

And it's also a long-lived Upper Three Realms Double Heaven.

Living for a long time means that there are not many longevity yuan, and as for the triple heaven above the double heaven, Yang Chongchuan asked himself if he couldn't see it.

So there is now a trip to the Four Seas City.

As for why he came to this Sihai City for cultivation or longevity, Yang Chongchuan knew that if the Chongxing Sect did not have him, whether there was the sect character behind the sect number mountain or not, it was not necessarily.

There is no way, who makes their own ancestral hall not big enough, not hard enough, not stable enough, and can't complain about others.

can only rely on him, the Emperor of the Double Heaven, to make up for his clumsiness.

It's just that now, how long can he, the second heaven, force that sect character?

Whenever he thought of his own sect, even he, a well-known reckless man on Zhongzhou Mountain, sighed for a while.

The ancestral hall is not big, and the disciples of this younger generation do not work hard, and the Chongxing Sect has been passed down from generation to generation for many years.

After the soldiers of the previous Upper Three Realms returned to the dust, the next Upper Three Realms followed suit.

When he was alone on the top of the mountain, Yang Chongchuan often wondered, could it be true that the luck of his own Chongxing Sect was subjugated by a Upper Three Realms?

It's just that why he has broken through this second heaven, but he hasn't seen any junior disciples on his own mountain, as if he can carry the word "sect".

So Yang Chonghuan had to wait, waiting for that sign to pop up.

But I can't wait any longer.

The reason why an old Taoist dressed as a Taoist was called a fake Taoist by Yang Chonglian of the Chongxing Sect was because the old Taoist's surname was Jia and Jia Yu.

It is also the Zongzi Mountain Gate force in Zhongzhou, Daoming Mountain.

Daoming Mountain belongs to an alien sect and originates from Nanzhou, a chaotic state.

About two or three hundred years ago, Daoming Mountain was only the prosperous Dao Gate in Nanzhou, as the place where the next sect was located.

One of the three caves of the cunning rabbit.

It's just that this Nanzhou Daoming Mountain Sect, which is located in Zhongzhou, miraculously staged a good show of snake swallowing elephants.

When the Shangzong of Nanzhou was facing dying, it replaced the Shangzong in turn.

And when the former Zhongzhou Xiazong became the only Daoming Mountain in one fell swoop, the first thing he did was to demolish the ancestral hall of Daoming Mountain in Nanzhou.

In Zhongzhou, a Taoist patriarch hall was rebuilt, although it was smaller, but it was all its own.

And Daoming Mountain's feat, like a hammer of alarm bells, knocked on the heads of the Nanzhou sects that placed the three caves, and no one wanted the next sect that they had single-handedly left off would one day ride on the head of the sect, and even the ancestral hall was demolished.

Regarding Jia Yu's cultivation, even Yang Chonghuan himself is not very sure, it is like a double heaven, but it is more likely to be a double heaven.

The two mountains of Daoming Mountain and Chongxing Sect are not far away, so the two of them can be regarded as neighbors on the mountain.

This trip to Sihai City was invited by Jia Yu to come to Yang Chonglian in advance.

The Xiang Restaurant in the alley on Zuixiang Street was originally an industry of the Chongxing Sect, and it was still an unintentional move by his Yang Chonglian.

For a long time, the little guy on the side pulled the cuffs of the shopkeeper's shirt directly.

The shopkeeper still bowed his head and glanced at the little guy on the side.

The little servant reminded in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, go." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and before he came back to his senses, he said suspiciously: "What is gone?"

The little guy had to point in the direction of a window, and the shopkeeper raised his head, half a piece.

After seeing the kind of wooden table that made my heart palpitate empty, I let out a long sigh of relief.

The little guy on the side was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

The shopkeeper, who had already stood up, glanced at the little servant, ignored it, and walked towards the room by himself.

I don't know my ancestors, no wonder I'm just a small guy.