"Go, go, the good wine is all ruined by this idiot. Brothers, gone!" Bart scolded in dissatisfaction.

This thing is also not peaceful, it seems to be walking normally, but when he passed by Wan Bo's side, he kicked Wan Bo's body, Bart's strength is not small, this kick immediately made Wan Bo scream, and the whole person also rolled out of the distance.

Wan Bo's change immediately made Wan Bo's followers flock to him.

Bart glared, and his burly body, which was more than two meters tall, stopped in front like a polar bear, glaring at several of Wan Bo's followers and shouting: "Do you want to fight?

Looking at Bart's momentum, several of Wan Bo's followers immediately lost their temper, shook their heads again and again, and their faces were a little pale.

Bart snorted, his face was very disdainful, and said, "A bunch of pus." Give Lao Tzu a dodge. ”

As soon as the words fell, Bart pulled them directly, as if he was playing with a bamboo pole, and pushed these people aside. He walked out in a rampage stance. No one stopped it, and no one dared to stop it, just kidding, this is a tyrannosaurus, it's too late to hide, and it's still going to touch the moldy head.

The corners of Wen Jian's disdainful mouth habitually turned upward, as always, with a poisonous tongue and lewdness, and said contemptuously: "Fool, is it a level to do it with our master?"

......

Walking out of the hotel and enjoying the wind blowing on the street, Guo Zirui also came up, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at Zhang Muyang with concern between his eyebrows, and said, "Really fired?"

Zhang Muyang smiled, hugged Guo Zirui, used a slight force, and chuckled: "Today, it's just drinking!"

Gangcheng Road, a street in the LC district of Jiangcheng City. It has long been rumored that it will be demolished and rebuilt, but three years have passed, and the shadow of the demolition has not been seen. Zhang Muyang knew that three years later, it was another three years, and there was no movement until ten years later, and as a result, a great good baby was dug up all of a sudden. It's a pity that the specific location was dug up was not something that he could know at that time.

On this side of Gangcheng Road, I only heard rumors, but I haven't seen the demolition for a long time, which directly leads to the gathering of more and more people here, and the gathering of three religions and nine streams, but it is more and more chaotic.

The four of them got down from the taxi, Zhang Muyang looked at the hustle and bustle of the street, smelled the various mixed smells in the air, and took a deep breath, a good smell of the past. I used to live here for a few years, and I couldn't be more familiar.

Wen Jiantou led the way, turned a street, crossed an alley, Zhang Muyang looked at the familiar path, and shouted suddenly: "Fourth, you can't be talking about Drunken Immortal Residence, right?"

"Drunken Immortal Residence?" Bart and Guo Zirui suddenly became interested.

"Hey, boss, you know that place too?"

A trace of coldness swept through Zhang Muyang's eyes, if it hadn't been for the fourth child to mention it, he would have almost forgotten it. Drunken Xianju, the signboard is very large, but it is a small storefront, a small shop opened by a lonely widower. The wine sold in it is called fairy drunk, and it will be the first wine in China that will be popular in the world in half a year.

In the future, it is a kind of wine that is very popular with monks who embark on the path of cultivation, and has attracted praise from countless people. And more importantly, Zhang Tianjie relied on the immortal drunkenness to secure the position of the head of the Zhang family in one fell swoop.

"Yes, I've been here before. Zhang Muyang said.

Bart is from the steppe and likes to drink more than anything else, especially spirits, burning knives, vodka or whatever. He smiled and said, "The gods are all drunk, this wine must be very strong, right?"

Zhang Muyang shook his head: "I've never drunk it." ”

In later generations, he decided that this was something brewed by Zhang Tianjie and the Zhang family, so how could he drink it!

"Boss, are you okay?" Guo Zirui said.

Zhang Muyang laughed, and his laughter was arrogant: "So, tonight, we have to drink hard, and we won't go home if we don't get drunk." ”

"Okay, don't get drunk and don't go home!"

Drunken Immortal Residence, from the outside, old! From the inside, broken!

Standing in front of the door, the four of them could already smell the mellow and rich aroma of wine inside, take a deep breath, let the wine fill their internal organs, and for a moment it seemed that the pores of the whole body were opened, and the whole body was comfortable.

"Fuck, I can't help it, fourth, you slut, just tell us now!" Bart was the first to rush in.

Guo Zirui and Wen Jian scolded and hurriedly followed. Zhang Muyang ran the true yuan, completely dissolving that trace of wine, which was comparable to the thin aura in the city!

"Good wine!" Zhang Muyang exclaimed loudly, and strode into the Drunken Immortal Residence calmly. Hmph! Zhang Tianjie, this immortal is drunk, and from today onwards, he will have nothing to do with you.

Looking around, the area is very small, with one or two wooden square tables, and two or three drunken diners. Guo Zirui and the three of them occupied three sides of a table, and their eyes looked at the two white-haired old men on the other table, and their noses were very indecently snorting.

Zhang Muyang's eyes became solemn unconsciously, this pair of old men is not weak in kung fu! They have already reached the peak of dark energy, but it is a pity that they are old after all, otherwise there is no hope for breaking through the strength! Looking at the appearance of the two of them, they should be regular visitors. It seems that Old Man Guo, the owner of the Drunken Immortal Residence, is not an ordinary person!

"Stinky boy, you're here again. Then an old man came out of the kitchen, he was not tall and thin, he was holding a tray in one hand, and there were no flasks but four glasses.

Wine glasses vary in size, the largest is like a disposable water glass, and the smallest is just a liquor cup for drinking liquor. The wine is calm, the glass surface is as flat as a mirror, and a strong fragrance greets you.

Wen Jian was obviously very familiar with the old man, he hurriedly greeted him, and said with a hippie smile: "Grandpa Guo, I'm coming, I'm coming." The palm of his hand snatched it towards the largest glass.

Syllable!

Old man Guo knocked on the sword, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, robbing again, I've told you many times, come and drink, then sit well." ”

As he spoke, the old man pressed Wen Jian on the stool with a press of his palm, looking at Wen Jian's eyes with a little kindness, but his movements were merciless.

"Come, it's yours, it's yours, yours, this least is yours. Old man Guo distributed the wine glasses to the four of them one by one.

Bart and Guo Zirui had already felt that there were almost wine worms raging in their stomachs, so they could not hold back. The two of them took their glasses and drank them all!

"Good wine!"

There were two knocks, and the heads of the two hit the table, and the snoring sounded thunderously.

"Hey, it's not like you guys drink like this!hey, it doesn't matter, the wine is paired with the hero, I'm bored too!" Wen Jian shouted, and drank it down.

Old man Guo smiled: "Now, it's still like this." ”

"They're young. Zhang Muyang took a sip and said with a faint smile.

Old man Guo glanced at Zhang Muyang deeply, but said with a straight face: "This little brother, if it's not enough, the old man can add more." ”

Zhang Muyang didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly stood up and arched his hand and said, "Thank you, old man." ”

"Don't be so polite, sit down, sit down. Old man Guo put his palm on Zhang Muyang's fist.

Suddenly, Zhang Muyang felt a surging force coming from Old Man Guo's hand, and Zhang Muyang's palm couldn't help but shake and sink down. What a lot of power, it turned out to be another dark power master! He was about to add strength, but that power disappeared in an instant, and Old Man Guo's palm was retracted.

Zhang Muyang looked up, but saw that the horizontal lines on Old Man Guo's forehead were deeply closed, and looking out of the door, a suit trousers walked in.

"Third uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come to harm?" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, dressed in a well-fitting suit, but inexplicably wearing it on the latter's body, it gave people a tense feeling, as if the man was about to jump out at any time.

The man's cheeks are resolute, his face is dark, and his eagle eyes are shiny and aggressive.

Old man Guo glanced at Zhang Muyang, and his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man: "The three-year filial piety period has just passed, you can't wait for a moment!"