Xiao Er sent two jars of peach blossom brew.

Ning Caifei carried the wine and said to Qin Shaoxuan and the others: "I'll go first, there are many people here, and the filth is too strong, don't stain my wine." ”

Carrying two jars of peach blossom brew, he turned and left.

Chu Feiyu and Ling Yunxuan watched his back disappear outside the tavern door.

Qin Shaoxuan sighed and shook his head: "It's pitiful, where is he afraid of staining the wine." ”

The senior brother turned his gaze to him in surprise.

"Love is a murderous sword, persuade the king to avoid the edge." Qin Shaoxuan smiled bitterly: "Love is dead and alive, but it can't end up as a family and torture each other, is it really that interesting?" Wouldn't it be better to be like me, find a woman who is not too annoying to marry, and devote yourself to cultivation? Why bother with yourself? ”

"Sect Master Ning is ......," Ling Yunxuan couldn't help but ask.

"Don't mention it." Qin Shaoxuan waved his hand: "Okay, what are you doing with all that about him?" We drink! ”

Qin Shaoxuan refused to say, and Ling Yunxuan had no choice but not to ask.

Being in Taoyuan Town, not bound by the rules of Nianliu Pavilion, Ling Yunxuan drank heartily.

Chu Feiyu had a lot of concerns, but he didn't drink a few cups.

Qin Shaoxuan is a drinker, and when he meets such a drinking friend as Ling Yunxuan, of course he will not let it go.

The two of them handed over a cup and spoke freely, dripping with joy!

As they were drinking, a group of people walked into the tavern.

The tavern was full of guests, and many of them were disciples of the various immortal sects who had not found a place to live.

The one who walked in was Meng Qianfan and other Qianzhongmen disciples.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ling Yunxuan and the others.

After buying cucumbers from him, Meng Qianfan always felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong, and it was hard to find an excuse to find trouble.

Glancing at Ling Yunxuan, he didn't step forward.

Xiao Er greeted him with a smile: "A few immortals, the shop is full, can you wait for a while?" ”

Meng Qianfan snorted coldly: "Hungry in the stomach, how can there be a reason to wait?" Whatever the table, drive it away and clean it up. ”

Xiao Er was embarrassed: "They are all small store customers, how can they be driven away?" ”

"To hurry or not to rush?" Meng Qianfan glared at him fiercely: "No matter how verbose you are, beware of smashing your tavern." ”

Chartered all the inns in Taoyuan Town, Meng Qianfan has become the target of public criticism.

If he hadn't been a disciple of the Thousand Sects, someone would have already made a big fight.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect in the tavern looked at him angrily, but none of them made a sound.

Ling Yunxuan stood up and walked towards Meng Qianfan with a wine glass.

Meng Qianfan looked at him coldly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Drink, please." Ling Yunxuan grinned and handed him the wine glass.

"Don't drink." Meng Qianfan replied angrily.

"Don't drink?" Ling Yunxuan looked surprised: "Then what are you doing in the tavern?" ”

"Come and drink." Meng Qianfan replied.

"Why don't you drink mine if you're here to drink?" Ling Yunxuan asked again.

"You've used it, it's full of saliva." Meng Qianfan replied: "I'm not used to using other people's cups. ”

"Understood." Ling Yunxuan's body shook slightly, as if he was really drunk: "Xiao'er, come to the altar of peach blossom brewing." ”

Xiao Er sent a jar of peach blossom brew, Ling Yunxuan drank the wine in the cup, and the cup was tucked into the cuffs.

Taking over the wine jar, he patted open the mud, held it with both hands and handed it to Meng Qianfan: "Please drink!" ”

"What nonsense?" Meng Qianfan frowned: "You're drunk!" ”

"You don't drink my cup, and you don't drink the wine from the jar." Ling Yunxuan was drunk and hazy: "Could it be that even the tavern can't allow others to sit?" ”

His words woke up the Xianmen disciples present.

Someone couldn't help but speak: "Disciples of the Thousand Sects, cut off the back road of our little immortal sects, how can we have the slightest bit of the head of a hundred schools?" ”。

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