The two scholars walked along the trail all the way to the top of the mountain, using the magic of the immortals on the mountain, and no one stopped them along the way, and they successfully came to the outskirts of the main hall complex on the top of the mountain.

Pang Beidou raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the situation in the main hall of the tallest building fell into view, the young man put his hands in his sleeves, and joked with a smile: "The hall is really singing and dancing, and there are all the delicacies on the table. ”

The sour taste in the young man's words was not expressed, and the beautiful scholar shook the folding fan and said: "Everything that is eaten by the mundane is nothing more than grains, what is delicious? ”

The young Taoist smiled, "I always feel a little at a loss, don't worry, they haven't finished eating yet, let's go in and drink two more good wines." ”

Qingxiu Shusheng stopped the young Taoist who was about to leave, and said: "Everything in the hall is in order, you and I are going in at this time, there is no lack of it seems a little abrupt, didn't you just say that you want to see who is behind the three brothers of the rat essence, now the banquet is not over, when they are full of food and drink, it is estimated that it will be almost the beginning of the show, I just took a look, the mountain lord of Tieniu Mountain is invited to the mountain of Qingzhou this time, and he is also sitting in the main hall, you and I wait for a while, and it is not too late to enter in a while." ”

Pang Beidou thought about it, but there was some truth, but we can't be idle, this is not the style that his huge Mr. can do, and then his footsteps touched the snow, and his figure flickered.

Zhang Xianjun's peach blossom eyes that did not change with the transformation of his identity flickered, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his figure also flickered, and then disappeared.

Shake the fan on a snowy day, and the saint is idle

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The god of Qingyu Mountain no longer drank and talked with the white-robed young man, and leaned on the seat handle alone, gently shaking the cup, and the demon uncle knelt behind him, observing the situation in the field.

Off the field, many large and small mountain owners pushed the cup to change the lamp for a long time.

Yuqi, a young man in brocade clothes who changed into a new clothes, sat next to his father, with a bite of snacks in his mouth, and his eyes looked at the handsome young man in white robe on the main seat from time to time.

Yushuhuai, the owner of Yuping Mountain, who ranks among the top three in the entire Qingzhou, is like a scholar at this time, fiddling with wine glasses, taking a sip, shaking his head, as if he is tasting wine, or covering his ears and eyes, and fictional others are unspeakable.

Yu Shuhuai stretched out his hand and patted his own son who was bored on the table with his right hand supporting his little face, and said seriously: "Son, don't be anxious, don't be impatient, didn't you tell you last time, you can't learn if he will, you can't learn, you can't learn, be obedient, sit here, wait and see, you can't go anywhere." ”

The brocade-clothed young man named Yuqi pursed his lips, full of dissatisfaction, but he still didn't dare to make any more moves.

Although his father usually speaks softly and elegantly, does not understand the world, and speaks and acts in a very low-key manner, even if he usually makes a fuss on the mountain, he still says a few words and never does it, but Yuqi understands better than anyone else that if his father is ruthless, then he may not be able to afford the temper of Yizhou.

Clay figurines also have three points of qi.

What's more, this jade shuhuai, who sat firmly in Qingzhou for three hundred years, is the god of Yushan.

Yushuhuai exchanged tea for wine, for drinking, he usually drank a few sips when writing and painting, I don't know if he was from the strange truth from the book, saying that it was before writing and painting, drinking so many sips of wine, slightly drunk or not, slightly drunk and not drunk when it was just right, it was useful for writing and painting.

Lifting a cup of tea, the Jade Mountain Lord took a sip, and his eyes glanced at the Iron Bull Mountain Lord sitting in the lower right corner on the opposite side and the rest of the mountain gods, these guys, I want to see how long the patience will be......

The man who was dressed in a fur collar and mink, exposed the small hair on his chest, with a burly physique, a fierce face, raised his hand to drink a big drink, a pair of eyes moved around, and from time to time he looked at a few mountain lords beside him, as if he was waiting for some opportunity.

It was the attitude of the Qingyu Mountain God that made the rest of them a little uncertain. After all, if he became a leader at this time, the unsmiling Qingyu Mountain God seemed to be a little too good to the new mountain master of Sanqing Mountain, this attitude was really ambiguous, if he annoyed this Qingzhou refiner, it would be difficult for his disciples in Tieniu Mountain to replace some of the items that he just needed to replace the magic weapon in the future.

However, this rough appearance, delicate heart of the Iron Bull Mountain Lord is lively, remembering a distant butterfly text issued by the imperial court before, which said that all the mountains in Jiuzhou who have been in power for four hundred years can travel to the Great Wall to resist foreign enemies, and the delay time is no more than the end of the year, you must go to the Great Wall, seeing these Iron Bull Mountain Lords are still a little comfortable in their hearts, they have only been the mountain master for more than 200 years, and they are far from going to the Great Wall。

Thinking of this, the lord of Tieniu Mountain laughed out loud for no reason, attracting a burst of sideways glances from the surrounding guests, and the initiator of the laughter nodded with a smile, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it all after a toast.

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The two beautiful scholars who were wandering on the mountain path outside the main hall were walking, but their thoughts were covering the main hall at the top of Sanqing Mountain, and the situation inside was unobstructed.

Rolled up his sleeves, hung a dog's tail grass from the side of the road that he didn't know from in his mouth, and said: "This Tieniu Mountain is afraid that he has some spare strength for this ceremony, but I don't know how he will go down the next step." ”

Qingxiu scholar was not in a hurry, like an old monk meditating, and said: "Those few people in the hall may just be the fuse of the matter, or the fuse, now there are some undercurrents surging all over Jiuzhou, maybe things are not so simple." ”

Pang Beidou said: "We can't take care of the affairs of Jiuzhou, that's a problem that Li Sheng should consider." ”

Qingxiu scholar said: "You don't have to think about this, you are a huge old idler, even if the sky falls one day, it won't be enough for you to go to the top, and I can't worry about you." ”

Qingxiu Scholar said and glanced at the young Taoist next to him who had long been accustomed to this.

Pang Beidou seems to have learned to be obedient this time, knowing that-for-tat is not clever, so he even said three words, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Zhang Dashengren's words are a little wrong, saying high and low, good and bad, I have a little effect." ”

Zhang Xianjun smiled and asked, "Oh? ”

Pang Beidou immediately put on an attitude like a master teaching, and coughed a few times, "You think, if the canopy above your head really collapses, with you saints to stand on it, we little monks naturally have no objections, even if we have the heart, we have more than enough heart and not enough strength, but it is still a little useful, such as finding a place for you to go in the future." ”

Qingxiu scholar was a little puzzled, what kind of bad medicine is this nagging ghost selling today, looking at those smiling eyes, who knows what good fart is holding in his stomach.

Zhang Xianjun asked: "Where did you come from, when that day came, not all of them turned into ashes, they were all like dust in the world, floating and sinking ......."

The young man took out his right hand in his sleeve, stretched out his fingers and shook it, said three more words, answered questions and said: "Collect the corpse, when the time comes, you have to pick a treasure and tell me in advance, and I will do it for you." ”

Zhang Xianjun turned his head, showed a smirk at the other party, kicked it straight, the young man's buttocks were topped, and he snatched it away, and kept screaming in his mouth, "Why are you still like this, collect the body for you, and help you find a place to find a place You treat me like this, and be kind to you as a donkey's liver and lungs." ”

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The halfway up the mountainside Sanxiu banquet banquet drank for a long time, and the strong man who had a little conflict with the two Qingxiu scholars had already drunk a little, holding a half-dropped wine jar in his hand, his face was drunk, his pace was shaking, and he was shouting and drinking as if he was shaking left and right.

The table was full of casual cultivators, and some of them who were not strong enough to drink had already been lying on the table, their faces against the table, snorting and making sounds, one by one to practice, and they were really a little behind in terms of wine, so they had to practice well in the future.

The strong man who lifted the wine was also a little staggering, felt that he was not very stable on his feet, and was about to sit down, when he felt something hit him at his calf, staring at a pair of drunken eyes of the strong man's jaw, yo, where did the black-skinned mouse come from, why, you want to steal wine and drink before you become a sperm, and dare to hit your grandfather and me, I'll go to you, the strong man who lifted the wine shook off and kicked over, "Your uncle, where did the black-skinned mouse come from, who is it?" ”

The black-skinned mouse was cut down, and one dodged without hurrying, just like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long black arc and flying out.

The strong man who carried the wine later did not forget to spit on the spit, reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, then sat down, did not take it seriously, and poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth with the wine bottle, he drank half of it, drank half of it on the ground, and hit the ground.

The strong man was a little groggy after pouring this sip of wine, and wanted to lie on the table for a while, but with a slight glance, he saw the black-skinned mouse figure that was kicked out by himself and rushed behind him, and jumped up with a swoop.

Suddenly, the strong man's eyes were full of gold stars, not to mention that the strength of this black-skinned mouse was not small, and the strong man who hit the table hit his head on the table, bounced back and fell to the ground with a bang.

The black-skinned mouse with a black hand behind his back actually stood up straight, stepped on the strong man with one hind hoof, and said: "Dead third child, what kind of madness are you going to be crazy, you dare to slap Lao Tzu." As he spoke, he slapped his head a few times.

The originally slightly drunk man who fell to the ground was slightly drunk after being slapped a few times, touched his head, stared at the black-skinned mouse standing up in front of him for several seconds, and said in surprise,

"I'm a good girl! These days, rats can't speak. ”