As soon as the news of Qin Daoming's exit spread, Guo Xiaodong, a friend who was good with him, ran to the door on the same day, and at that time, Qin Daoming was still asleep, and Yan Li drove Guo Xiaodong away.

It was only now that Guo Xiaodong entered the mansion to see Qin Daoming. Guo Xiaodong is Qin Daoming's childhood playmate, the son of Guo Feng, the elder of the council hall, who pretends to be a righteous gentleman all day long, but he is a lewd, but he is more cute, vague in small things, and clear in big things.

I met Qin Daoming because Guo Xiaodong was used to being Qin Daoming and fart worms since he was a child, and Qin Daoming also likes to tease this peer who always has the teachings of a saint on his lips.

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"Brother Ming~" Guo Xiaodong, who has been Qin Peng's little follower for several years, is already a handsome son, but as soon as they met, he looked like he was about to cry, and after saying a tender affectionate title, his eyes were moist.

Alas, this guy is good at everything, but he is squeamish, sentimental, sad, and sad, like a girl.

"Brother Ming, your retreat is a year, so my brother misses you so much, Brother Ming, you have missed too much scenery this year!" Guo Xiaodong said to Qin Daoming with emotion.

"Xiaodong, maybe I used to think too simple about cultivation, this year brother, I have suffered a lot, but I haven't reached the second level of qi refining, it seems that I am really not the material for cultivation, I still have to enjoy life in the future." Qin Daoming said regretfully.

"That's right, Brother Ming, brother will take you out for a walk, and give you a trip out to catch the wind and wash the dust, you have been holding it for a year. ”

"Okay, I'll call Qin Hu and Qin Leopard to go together, I'm going crazy this year, go fucking and cultivate, I don't want to cultivate anymore. ”

Qin Daoming and the four of them came to the famous White Crane Tower in Tiandao City after a while, and the couplet hanging outside this building, "The old man sent me down to Yangguan, and the immortal helped me to go up to Tianshan", was not from those calligraphers who were famous in the East Continent and whose words were worth a thousand gold, but from Guo Xiaodong when he was five years old.

Now it seems to be more and more childish, Qin Daoming always ridiculed Guo Xiaodong This is his most uningenious couplet, the words and meanings are the same, Guo Xiaodong and his father copied it as soon as he was happy, and hung it up after careful rubbing, although it was ugly, but the White Crane Tower was opened by his own family, and there has been no sign of changing this couplet over the years.

Introduced into the rime hall by Guo Xiaodong, the host, Qin Daoming suddenly found that the banquet in the front hall had been set up, and there was a low table in front of everyone on the couch, and there were cooked chicken, venison, and a bold dish on the table - the Pegasus spirit beast meat that the Heavenly Dao Sect had ordered to be forbidden, Guo Xiaodong squeezed his eyebrows and told him that the Guo family Zhuangzi was evil and often fell to death Pegasus, and he didn't know why......

Guo Xiaodong's sparkling eyes made Qin Daoming deeply feel that his explanation was very sincere. Qin Daoming was also embarrassed to pursue anything.

Outside the hall came a team of maids, each holding a jar of wine, the jar is very exquisite, unlike the style of the Eastern Continent, the mouth is narrow and the belly is big, decorated with silver lacquer, Qin Daoming knows, this is the famous Western Regions pulp in the Eastern Continent, it is said that this wine is produced in Persia, made with three kinds of fruits, except for the rich and noble family, ordinary people really can't afford to drink.

The oversized lacquer-eared cup was placed in front of Qin Daoming, and the maid poured wine for him with a smile, and a full cup was half a catty.

Qin Daoming's eyes straightened, and then under the coaxing of Guo Xiaodong, Qin Hu and Qin Leopard, he closed his eyes and drank it sadly.

After drinking, he smacked his mouth, Qin Daoming only felt that the taste was strange, it was not delicious, it was a little fruity, and he could vaguely smell a trace of alcohol.

Qin Daoming was a little sad and indignant.

Liars! Ancient poets were all liars! What "cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require drinking 300 cups", what "Xinfeng wine fights 10,000, Xianyang Ranger for how many years", what "100 years and 36,000 days, 300 cups must be poured in one day"......

This kind of so-called "fine wine" that fades out of the bird, Qin Daoming feels that if he can hold back his urine, he can drink as much as he wants, and after drinking it, he goes home to sleep honestly, and he definitely has no face to write the act of drinking fruit juice drinks into poems and brag everywhere, and it will be tens of thousands of years for future generations......

Qin Daoming was relieved and steadfast, a heroic spirit came out of his chest, and he never hesitated when the wine was dry, Guo Xiaodong became more and more overjoyed, it seemed that Brother Ming was very satisfied with his arrangement.

I don't remember how much I drank, but Qin Daoming never poured it, the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, and his mind became clearer and clearer, he even clearly saw Qin Hu and Qin Leopard's faces turn red, several people supported each other, trembling with lacquer ear cups, and forcibly toasted him, shaking the wine and spilling it all the way......

Qin Daoming is fine, he keeps telling himself that he is not drunk, he is very sober, and he can even clearly recall every detail of the joys and sorrows during the retreat, and he can also sneer at the so-called Western Regions in front of Guo Xiaodong, the three soil buns have never seen what is called high wine, and drinking some juice is crooked, which is not shameful enough......

The vision was a little blurry, and the head was a little heavy, and I didn't know what was going on.

Hearing still maintained the last trace of awakening, only to feel a gust of wind in the front hall sweep by, and the maids in the front hall said "the owner is here", and then heard the wild laughter of "wahahahaha".

"What a little offspring, the amount of wine is so good, I can put my rabbit cub down and still not drunk, it's really a man, come, the old man drinks with you!"

Next, Qin Daoming didn't remember what he did, and his eyes turned black in the end......

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Qin Daoming's head hurt when he woke up, as if he had been hit hard by countless sledgehammers, and the beating was very rhythmic.

The eyelids slowly opened, and I found myself lying on a soft bed, covered with a very luxurious blanket, and a bronze hollow mandarin duck incense ball hung upside down on the shelf at the head of the bed. Isn't this my mother's room? Didn't I drink in the White Crane Tower, how did I get to my mother's room?

Closing his eyes, Qin Daoming tried his best to recall what he said and what he did when he drank yesterday, but unfortunately it was completely broken and he couldn't remember it at all.

I'm very sorry for the ancient poet, Qin Daoming found that he was too arrogant, it turned out that "he had to drink three hundred cups" was really remarkable, how much did he drink yesterday? Anyway, he fell to the ground before he reached a hundred cups.

stared blankly at the beams above his head, and it didn't take long for the sound of hurried footsteps to come.

"Ming'er, you're so disrespectful, you know you have a hangover at a young age......"

Seeing his mother angry, Qin Daoming broke out in cold sweat on his forehead: "Mother...... I just went to the banquet yesterday...... Drank a little more."

"Just drink more, force your mother to beat you, isn't it?" Yan Li's eyes began to glow.

"I was wrong for my mother!" Qin Daoming is a person who knows the times very well, and immediately changed his words honestly.

Yan Li's face suddenly turned from gloomy to clear, and he looked at Qin Daoming with a smile, staring at Qin Daoming's hair.

"That...... Mother, my alcohol consumption is not good, and the wine is not good......" Qin Daoming cautiously probed: "...... The kid didn't do anything out of the ordinary yesterday, did he?"

"That's no, the shopkeeper of the White Crane Tower sent you back last night, you are already drunk and unconscious, don't do this in the future, you are still young now, you can have fun in moderation, and cultivation is still the most important." ”

Qin Daoming was finally relieved, thinking about it, juice......

Vomit - suddenly I want to vomit......

After listening to his mother's nagging about education, Qin Daoming didn't listen to it at all, this year's arduous retreat had not yet succeeded in reaching the second level of qi refining, which made him completely lose his interest in cultivation.

In the afternoon, Guo Xiaodong came to visit Qin Daoming with a guilty expression.

"Brother can't help it, my dad is ...... Alas!"

"What's wrong with your father?" Qin Daoming said inexplicably.

"It was my dad who came back last night and drank you down, you forgot!"

It turned out that this was the case, Qin Daoming was sad from it, sighed heavily, and everything was silent. Degree of literature