Puzzled in his heart, Yan Bei couldn't help but ask. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

"Master, did you cook by yourself before? There's no maid or anything like that? ”

"Nope." The two words were concise and clear, and he spoke very quickly, as if the space between these two words could delay him from eating.

Yan Bei nodded, oh, chose another piece of meat for himself, and took the opportunity to inquire about the news while eating.

"Master, where are we now?"

"They call this back mountain, and I call it this knife mountain."

Why don't you call it a sea of fire!

Yan Bei secretly rolled his eyes, expressing his speechlessness at the name, and continued to ask, "Master, who are you from the Sword Sect?" Isn't our Sword Sect powerful? ”

"One of the five major factions in the cultivation realm, the first is our Sword Sect." Lang Sandao replied, didn't know where to take out a pot of wine, raised his head and took a big sip, and then continued:

"Your master, I am the only Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, how about it? Do you feel very lucky to be my apprentice? ”

"Uh" Yan Bei was speechless for a while, stunned for half a second, and then nodded with a smile, and replied against his will: "Yes, very lucky!" ”

If you're so lucky, you're forced to apprentice or something, it's a wonderful experience~

"Sister Beibei, your survival ** is very strong!" Xiao Duo sighed in surprise in her mind.

"Go while it's cool!" Yan Bei snorted softly in his heart, and let Xiao Duo go back to draw circles with his grievances, and then continued to inquire with the wolf three times.

The dogleg took out a defective handkerchief that tried to embroider but failed, handed it over, and said with a sneer: "Master, wipe your mouth." ”

Lang Sandao raised his eyebrows, glanced at the almost invisible flower on the handkerchief, and shook his head with some disgust.

But just when Yan Bei thought he didn't want it, he reached out and took it again, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, stuffed the handkerchief into his arms casually, and continued to drink heavily.

As he drank, he found that the eyes on the other side were getting hotter and hotter, and he said impatiently: "Just ask whatever you want." ”

"Okay, then the apprentice is welcome, Master!" Yan Bei was waiting for this moment, and immediately asked all the questions he wanted to ask in his heart.

"Master, do you know what year, month, and day it is? When does the Sword Sect's apprenticeship ceremony start? Do you know that ink dyed incense and Lin still? Can you tell me a little bit about how they're doing? Or tell me where they live now, and I'll find it myself. ”

After asking in one breath, Yan Bei waited expectantly for his answer.

"What year is it?" Lang Sandao muttered in a low voice, frowning, and didn't remember. ”

Yan Bei was stunned, "What about the Disciple Acceptance Ceremony?" ”

"This hasn't been out of the knife mountain for a long time, and no one has come in."

"I know, don't say it, just tell me what you know!" Yan Bei interrupted his hesitant groaning and asked directly.

Lang Sandao was interrupted by her, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at her sideways, but for some reason, he suddenly drank a big sip of wine, smashed it, smashed it, and laughed jokingly:

"I don't know anything for the teacher! Hahaha, drink and drink, do you want to come some? What do you care about what you wear? Drink! ”

With a smile, he directly stuffed the wine gourd into Yan Bei's mouth, so frightened that Yan Bei hurriedly got up and flashed behind the pillar, so that he was not forcibly poured wine.

Lang Sandao didn't chase her, and when he saw her hiding behind the pillar, he suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Hahaha, the little girl is cute, very cute! Interesting."

Seeing him like this, the corners of Yan Bei's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Master, how much do you drink?" ”

"Are you trying to ask if I'm drunk?" Lang Sandao asked with a smile, looking like I had already seen through you.

Yan Bei didn't hide it, nodded honestly, and asked, "Are you drunk?" ”

Nazhi, he actually fell asleep directly in the corridor, squinted at her and said, "Guess! ”

Yan Bei walked out from behind the pillar, leaned on the pillar, crossed his arms and asked with a smile:

"What kind of wine are you drinking?"

"No!" He raised his head slightly to look at her, and retorted solemnly: "This is not wine!" This is loneliness, and it is loneliness to drink for teachers! ”

After speaking, he lay back and muttered, "You little girl won't understand, lonely"

Yan Bei listened to his words, and saw that he was still using the word teacher very seriously, and knew that he was not drunk at all, but just making waves.

That's a lot of fun!

"Hey! Master Tailang, how old are you? Yan Bei boldly walked to his side, squatted beside him and asked with a smile.

In the script, this wave of three knives did not show up once, but when the heroine came to the back mountain to wash the sword pool, he said that the heroine had passed the test, and there was no him in the script after that.

Such a person is very mysterious, but she is more curious about how old he is.

After all, the male protagonists are all three hundred years old, and I don't know how old the rough man in front of him who looks less than thirty is.

As if he didn't expect anyone to be curious about his age, Lang Sandao sat up from the ground, his bearded face approached her, and his dark eyes sparkled like obsidian.

For a moment, Yan Bei wanted to shave off the beard on his face to see what a person with such eyes looked like.

"Little girl, what's going on in your head!" He raised his hand and flicked her head hard, "Being a teacher is enough to be your grandfather, how can you be a little girl who can imagine at will?!" ”

Yan Bei's head ached, and when she heard his words behind her, the handsome face that appeared in her mind suddenly turned into an old chrysanthemum face, and she was so startled that she hurriedly shook her head, and at the same time retreated, almost kicking the person in front of her away.

But she still held back, after all, she couldn't beat the prodigal thing in front of her.

Oh, what a desperate thing to do!

Yan Bei rubbed his brain, which was not very painful, turned over the incident just now, and still asked curiously, "Master, how old are you?" ”

He handed over the wine gourd and jokingly said, "I'll tell you when you drink it, do you dare?" ”

"Why don't you dare!" Yan Bei grabbed the wine gourd, wiped the mouth of the gourd with his sleeve in disgust, raised it and took a big sip.

Isn't it just wine? She's not afraid!

Taking a big sip into his mouth, Yan Bei was about to transfer the wine to the system warehouse, when the previous feeling of being unable to move came again, and a sip of wine was poured directly into his stomach, and the figure in front of him instantly became blurred, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

it! Lang three knives, you are poisonous!

As soon as the hand holding the wine gourd was loosened, her body was weak, and she was about to hit her head on the floor, but a big palm appeared in time and firmly supported the back of her head.

The rough face of the wolf three swords appeared on the top of his head, and Yan Bei's eyelids sank sharply, and he fell asleep.