"Two, two seniors, this jade dragon wine is just a pot of lower grade spirit stones, this pot of wine, it should be, it should be regarded as a little Taoist priest, I invite the two seniors to ......"

Glancing left and right, the little Taoist priest who had a very strong desire to survive cried with a sad face, took out two lower-grade spirit stones from the other storage bags around his waist, looked at the guy on the side quite distressed, and hurriedly handed out these two lower-grade spirit stones, and whispered: "The other lower-grade spirit stones are all replaced with the cheapest spiritual rice wine." ”

Han Yunhe didn't react, but Chen Han glanced at the little Taoist priest in surprise.

The dirty and shabby Dao robe is just ordinary fabric, not even the lowest-level magic weapon in those low-level cultivation planets, just ordinary cotton cloth like mortal clothes, and the aura on the whole body is not very abundant, if it is calculated according to the cultivation of Nabi Lin Xing where Chen Han stayed before, this little Taoist is just a little monk in the Jindan stage.

"This little Taoist priest is the real Taoist of my Dao."

After looking at the little Taoist priest for a while, Chen Han nodded, ignored Han Yunhe over there, and beckoned to the little Taoist priest who was about to run away with the wine: "Come, you and I will drink the rest of the wine together, so that others can know what it means to drink a thousand cups of wine to a confidant." ”

How dare the little Taoist not agree, in fact, when he saw the fifty-two pots of wine on this long table before, he had already secretly swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in his heart, the little Taoist was addicted to alcohol, but he didn't have much financial resources for cultivation, and he didn't want to cultivate by saving so many spirit stones every month, so he could only buy some of the lowest level drinks in the cultivation realm to enjoy himself.

However, the wine that can appear in this cultivation civilization is naturally not brewed from ordinary ordinary grains, most of them are also some spiritual objects, and while passing the desire of the tongue, it also has some help for cultivation, and the little Taoist priest is also enjoying it.

As soon as he heard Chen Han's words, the little Taoist priest was immediately happy, but he was not a monkey anxious person, so he pretended to bow in front of the table and said: "Poor Daoist Wu Tongzi, thank you seniors again." After that, the little Taoist priest Wu Tongzi sat directly on another stool at the table, and he was not polite, and directly picked up a wine jug that he had seen well in advance and poured himself a glass.

"Sycamore? Your master's ability to name is not much better than I estimate. Chen Han didn't have anything to do with the little Taoist's behavior, he also took the wine pot that the little Taoist put down, and poured himself a glass, this cup of clear yellow, fragrant like Lan Rufang's sake, Chen Han is not too cold, he is used to the sharp spirit of the sword gourd, and he can't say that he likes these warm and warm wines, but he definitely doesn't like them.

It's just that this fine wine called Qianqiu Yu is the most high-grade wine in the entire wine shop, and a pot will cost more than a dozen medium-grade spirit stones, compared to the pot just now, which only needs a low-grade spirit stone, not only has a very different taste, but the grade of the spirit things brewed in it is naturally not the same as the strength of the wine.

Just a glass of wine, Wu Tongzi, a little Taoist priest who prides himself on having a good amount of alcohol, suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Senior...... You are wrong, it is not the phoenix falling and the sycamore of the sycamore, but the mouth of the sky Wu, the wood is the same as the paulownia, and there is no master in the poor road, this Wu Tong is the real name of the poor road, and it is called when it becomes a Taoist cultivator. Wu Tongzi's face flushed, but the empty wine glass in his hand was never put down.

"How can there be such a thing!?" Chen Han's eyes widened, a little surprised.

"Hmph, it's lonely and unheard, and it's strange that cultivators use the name of a layman as their own name." Han Yunhe, who saw that no one was paying attention to him, glanced at the two of them, and also stretched out his hand, grabbed the pot of Qianqiu Meng's wine jug, and poured a pot for himself.

Han Yunhe tilted his head, poured yellow orange wine into his mouth in the white jade wine glass, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the white-robed young man staring at this pot of wine, and shouted angrily: "This pot of wine should be invited by Lao Tzu." Lao Tzu lived for 13,000 years, and it was the first time he saw such a stingy person in the same realm. It's a shame to be in company. ”

"Hmph" After snorting coldly, Chen Han didn't pay attention to him this time, but looked at the little Taoist Wu Tongzi and said: "Little Taoist, this Taoist cultivation is not the same as cultivation, you look at this guy with the same black charcoal head, he can only be regarded as a Taoist cultivator, in fact, bullshit is not counted, he doesn't even have a Taoist robe, he is just a cultivator who cultivates powerful power to strengthen his body."

"This path of cultivation is different, not only strength, but more importantly the state of mind, and the great truth of being a human being and heaven and earth, a big drunkard like you is estimated to not be able to become that kind of really powerful cultivator in the future. At the very least, it's not easy to talk about it. ”

Han Yunhe glanced at Chen Han, thought about it carefully or continued to drink, this guy in front of him didn't seem to have the momentum of a powerhouse in the Infinite Realm, but he was definitely not an ordinary person who could live like this until now.

Compared with his thoughts, the little Taoist priest is undoubtedly much simpler, his eyes that are already a little reddened are blurred, he poured a pot of wine again and took a sip after a while, and when he heard Chen Han's words, he immediately retorted: "The first half of what you said is right, and the second half of the sentence is wrong." ”

"Cultivating the Tao is cultivating the mind, cultivating one's own way, whether it is a name or drinking. It's all my own business, at most, I can't think of my realm enough, what does it have to do with others, not to mention what it has to do with my lips, cultivation is to cultivate the mind, not to cultivate the mouth......"

After that, he kept whispering this sentence: 'Cultivation is the cultivation of the mind, and cultivation is the cultivation of the mind.' ’

"Hey" Chen Han smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I just finished saying that your little Taoist priest is not good, but now I look at it, I have the same stinky Taoist priests as I met, and his mouth is really powerful." ”

"Hiccup, how good can that be? Could it be that you can still say that a person is dead? The little Taoist priest burped and said slowly.

"It's much more powerful than that, the bloodless blade directly destroyed the Dao heart of a Boundless Realm cultivator, do you say it's powerful? No, do you little Taoist know what the Infinite Realm is? ”

As soon as he said this, Han Yunhe, who had been drinking alone, glanced at him in shock, and then hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the wine glass, not knowing what to think again.

Push the cup and change the lamp. In the blink of an eye, the wine jug on the table was drunk by more than half, and the little Taoist priest didn't need to say much, he was already drunk and unconscious, and fell under the table, only Chen Han and that Han Yunhe.

It was very stiff before, but now the two of them actually drank together.

"Brother Dao is so cultivated, why is he only greedy for the things in this cup?" Han Yunhe, who also had a somewhat misty eyes, asked the white-robed young man who was lying on the table, his black hair was scattered, and his face was ruddy but full of wine.

"Wine is a good thing, who doesn't like it." Shaking the slightly viscous elixir in the cup, Chen Han said vaguely.

"The people of my Dao pursue the path of eternal life and immortality, so the desire for the mouth and stomach should be nothing, right?"

Chen Han nodded: "Who wants to die, who doesn't want to live forever, but let me ask you, surnamed Han, if one day, a particularly powerful stinky bullnose tells you that you will definitely die, everything is to make wedding dresses for others, do you still have the confidence to continue walking?" ”

"Extraordinary, extraordinary? How awesome does that have to be? Can it be more powerful than our Shura True Monarch? Aren't you sword cultivators paying attention to the clarity of the sword heart and moving forward?

Lao Tzu, I can be regarded as a long insight today, and it is the first time that I have seen such a sloppy sword cultivation. If I were you, I'd have to try it, and I'll wait until I show it off in front of the bull's nose you said, phew. ”

Han Yunhe was still pouring wine and said disdainfully.

"You little Infinite Realm monk knows a fart, just like you, you haven't seen anyone once in your life. I also went to other people's houses to show off, hey... Phew......"

"Isn't your special mother a little Wuji Monk? Why do you say me, you really have no conscience, Lao Tzu speaks for you, I don't know what to do. Hey, there's no wine, man, I've got a spirit stone. ”

"Don't drink those, it's boring, come and drink mine!"

Chen Han, whose eyes were foggy, touched the snow-white gourd that had been put aside by Chu Hongyu earlier, and opened the gourd stopper, although it was only warm for a while, the original blue wine exuded a faint white airflow.

Chen Han poured himself a cup, poured another cup for Han Yunhe and said, "This cup is what I invited you." ”

The two of them poured a big sip together, and Chen Han was just that, he was used to the taste of this wine before, but this wine with sharp power to purify, Han Yunhe tasted it for the first time, and immediately bared his teeth, so uncomfortable, but he continued to pour it into his mouth.

Ignoring his gaze, looking at the dreamy blue liquid in the cup like the Milky Way in the sky, Chen Han suddenly said: "Actually, I have lived a very worthwhile life in this life, and I have done many things that I couldn't think of before, and it is really worth it." ”

Even if he was drunk, Chen Han remembered everything he had experienced when he came to this world from his own earth, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously had a hint of a smile, the hardships of his childhood, his later development, and the amazement and curiosity when he entered the starry sky, and then to his current appearance.

"I've cried, I've knelt down, I've seen and laughed, I've disdained, it's good, it's worth it."

"Phew, your mother is really useless, you just don't repair the sword, go and repair the 'needle'. Maybe you can rely on this to get out of a road to heaven. ”

Speaking of this, Han Yunhe seemed to feel a little bored, waved his hand and said, "Lao Tzu just wants to drink now, I don't want to listen to your wretched complaints, hurry up and pour wine." ”

Then, he scooped up Wu Tongzi, who was already snoring, from under the table, and shook the little Taoist to wake up, pointing at Chen Han and saying, "Little Taoist, you say, is this guy a wreck?" ”

The little Taoist priest obviously didn't know what was going on, Han Yunhe didn't look very drunk, but he still told the little Taoist priest completely.

The little Taoist priest's eyes, which were already a little confused, actually crawled to Chen Han's side, patted him on the shoulder, and burped:

"Chen... Brother Chen Dao, I'll give you a way, the person who told you this and the person who wanted to kill you, can't you beat it now? When I used to be in the market, when I met those big kids who were begging for food to grab my food, although I couldn't beat it, when I was depressed, there would be a way, you learn from me. ”

"By the way, what's the name of those two people?"

Chen Han lay on top of his arms, dragged his arms to the dark blue stone table, and said vaguely: "The stinky cow's nose is called Tongtian, and he has a special nickname, he actually dares to call himself the Taoist master, the one who wants to kill me, and later changed his name to Jian Wuregret, I don't know what the original name is." ”

The little Taoist priest nodded, his eyes were foggy, and his shaking body slowly stood up, but it was a little slanted from side to side, as if he was about to fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention. He turned around and patted Chen Han again, "Chen... Brother Chen Dao, you learn from me. ”

Hearing his words, Chen Han also got up from the table, also shook his body and stood up, standing beside this little Taoist priest.

Han Yunhe, who was lying on his back on the chair on the side, looked at the two swaying figures, full of wine and didn't know what he was muttering, but looking at the disgust in his eyes was obviously not a good thing.

"Tongtian Dao Master, the sword has no regrets!" At this time, the little Taoist priest wanted to forcibly pretend to be a resolute appearance of righteousness and determination, but his head did not obey the call, and he was shaky, he held the corner of the table with one hand and pointed to the top with the other.

"Tongtian Dao Master, the sword has no regrets!" Chen Han was not much stronger than the little Taoist, staggering, his face was flushed, and he was full of wine.

After listening to Chen Han's repeated his words, the hand holding the corner of the table took it back, pinched his waist, and the other hand pointing above did not change much, he seemed to use all his strength to shout: "I your two ancestors!" ”

After a shout, the little Taoist priest finally seemed to be unable to bear it, and fell directly to the ground, snoring like thunder in the blink of an eye.

But Chen Han, who had been waiting for the little Taoist priest to say the next sentence, was stunned when he heard this, but his originally open mouth didn't say anything for a long time.

He lowered his head and glanced at the extremely sweet little Taoist priest who had been sleeping soundly, and the corners of his mouth finally showed a smile, and he also learned the movements of the little Taoist priest, pinched his waist with one hand, and pointed to the sky with the other hand and shouted: "I your two ancestors!" ”

Immediately, his body was also soft and fell directly to the ground, but unlike the little Taoist, Wu Tongzi was too drunk and fell asleep directly, while he was softened by an invisible current.

A word without the slightest emotion only sounded in his mind: "There will be a next time, and there will be no sword without regrets." ”

Chen Han, who fell to the ground and couldn't even move a finger, burst out laughing, laughing breathlessly.

(End of chapter)