Qin Yan'er could only watch the little Taoist priest leave her courtyard like this.

"This man is so strange today!"

Isn't a senior monk the master of a little Taoist priest? But looking at the attitude of the monk just now, people who don't know will think that the monk still needs to look at the face of the little Taoist priest to act.

The identities between each other seem to have come to a top.

"Forget it, don't think about it, I must be too tired!"

She muttered in pieces, and then went back to her boudoir.

Here, the little Taoist priest returned to the courtyard where he lived, but did not enter the house, but kept standing in the courtyard and looking up at the sky.

After a long time, the senior monk couldn't help but ask and remind him in the room.

"Are there any beautiful flowers growing in the sky? How long have you been standing here and how long are you going to watch it? ”

In the middle of the night, he didn't go into the room to wash, ready to rest, but stood motionless in the courtyard, this person is afraid that his brain is sick.

"You sleep yours, why is there so much nonsense?"

The little Taoist priest choked back dissatisfied, but he had no intention of entering the house.

"Okay, if someone wants to practice themselves, who can manage it!"

The monk replied indignantly, intending to ignore it.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't figure it out, so the little Taoist priest simply went into the house and got the jar of wine.

Wine is good wine, and the things in the Qin Mansion are naturally not too inferior.

"Huh? How can there be a smell of wine, and who stole the wine from the house? ”

The monk's nose was very sensitive, and he immediately smelled the aroma of wine wafting in the air, and he was really sleepy at all.

"You are in the middle of the night, how can you drink secretly, if you are bumped into by the people in this Qin Mansion, can you make it clear? Don't forget who you are now, you are now a Taoist, a Taoist priest who cultivates, and you can't get involved in alcohol. "Hot books

Unexpectedly, the little Taoist priest didn't pay attention to these warnings at all, and poured wine by himself.

"Oh, it's so fragrant, since you are not afraid of the East Window incident and are not afraid of being discovered, then I will also sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman and drink with you!"

The senior monk has been in the Qin family for a while, and he has endured very hard.

"Aren't you scared? Why, don't drink it, you go and become a monk! ”

The little Taoist priest sneered and drank to himself.

"You obviously know how my identity as a high monk came about, and you still dare to make fun of me here, be careful that I will strike you now, I see you for a while, where will you go to find such a current high monk?"

The monk was fearless, it turned out that he was not really a monk, but he was pulled over to temporarily 'replace' the identity of the monk.

"A strike is a strike, it doesn't matter."

The little Taoist priest was in a bad mood, so he simply broke the jar and broke it.

"No, at the beginning, but you begged me, I came, this is not over yet, you have to pick and choose, what happened, you and I have a good talk."

The senior monk felt that the little Taoist priest tonight was a little inexplicably abnormal, unlike on weekdays.

They are not all greedy people, but now, watching the little Taoist priest drink bowl after bowl, he has the intention of getting himself drunk.

"You say, 'Can a dead person be brought back to life?'

The little Taoist priest thought about these things, and he thought about it so much that all his thoughts were held in his heart, and he was also uncomfortable.

"How can a dead man be brought back to life? What kind of bullshit question is it called, you ask. ”

The monk shook his head, and before he started to drink, he started talking about wine and drunkenness.

"However, I saw a dead person today, she should have died, but she is still alive, no, not her, but two people, both of whom are still alive."

He really couldn't think about it, his head was as big as an ox.