The old Qimen who was defeated by Chen Qiqi was extremely excited, which made Chen Qiqi have some goosebumps, but he also happened to want to get to know the senior brothers and sisters of Qimen Dunjia, so he let him take him away.

In the relatively remote northeast location of Bei'an County, there is a courtyard with a large area.

It's just that the huge courtyard is divided into left and right sides by a longitudinal row of red stones on the ground, and there are even two yellow signs with the words "red stone as the boundary, no crossing the line" written in red letters.

At the end of the red stone is an incense altar, behind which there is an incense table with offerings against the wall, and there are three paintings on the wall, on the left and right are two young Taoist priests, and in the middle is an old man with a beggar in his head, holding a ritual weapon, lifelike.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Lao Qimen walked in with Chen Qiqi, and when he saw the red stone that Chen Qiqi was about to step on the ground, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it back, and said in a low voice: "Hey, hey, Chen Daoyou, don't cross the red stone boundary!" In the opposite room lives an old witch with a strange temperament, and if you cross the line, she may cut off your leg with an axe......"

Ha ha.

Qimen's speech is too bad.

Chen Chuchu naturally knew that their senior brothers and sisters were enemies, so he simply planned to tease Lao Qimen.

Crackling, red arcs pulsing on the tips of his fingers, Chen Chu's face became serious: "What! There are such vicious people in this world, Daoyou, you must have your own hardships when you live here! Although we meet in the water, but the road is uneven, we can still ...... with a knife to help."

His right hand was raised high, and the frequency of the arc flickering accelerated: "Let me thunder with the fire of the Heart Palace...... No, invite the heavenly thunder to split the courtyard on the other side and the old witch into ashes! After that, Qimen Daoist friends can rest easy......"

What are you talking about?

Lao Qimen didn't expect that Chen Chuchu would be able to let go of even a few loaches, and at this moment he opened his mouth to blast people into powder, feelings You are more interested in killing people, aren't you?

He hurriedly grabbed Chen Chuchu's arm: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, on the other side is my junior sister Dunjia, who usually has a stubborn personality, and often gets angry that I am one Buddha ascending to heaven and two Buddhas out of my body, and the old witch is just a nickname!" Hey, Chen Daoyou, aren't you a little too murderous, my master is not such a grumpy person. ”

"Master?"

"Yes, my master, there it is."

Lao Qimen stretched out his hand and pointed to the portrait behind the incense case under the eaves: "That is the master of me and my sister, known as the beggar immortal, he is good at the art of Qimen Dunjia, traveling all over the world, traveling all over the north and south, punishing evil and promoting good, I don't know how many good things he has done!"

When my sister and I were still young children, we were picked up and raised by his old man, because we wanted to inherit the Qimen Dunjia technique, so we simply named me Qimen and named my sister Dunjia, just to remember to carry forward the Qimen Dunjia......"

There is very little information about Master Qimen Dunjia in this drama, and it can be said that there is only one painting here.

Lao Qimen stretched out his hand and took out a full glass of wine from his sleeve, and smiled and leaned over to the incense case: "Master, the apprentice brought a Taoist friend to our courtyard to rest for a few days, you shouldn't mind." Come on, come and come, and bring you a specially brewed wine, very strong, come and try two or two? ”

Even though it was a portrait, the glass could fit into half of the portrait's mouth, and the wine was poured into it.

The portrait's cheeks were slightly red, and he let out a smile of relief.

Chen Chuchu saw it clearly, his eyes were full of wind and fire, and this eye could break through the delusion.

The old beggar in the portrait seemed to come to life, stretched his muscles a few times, and his eyes fell on Chen Qiqi: "What are you looking at, little young man......"

There was a trace of spiritual light attached to the portrait, although he knew that the spiritual light body was not here, Chen Chuchu still put away his eyes for the first time, and apologized: "The seniors are profound and unpredictable, and the younger generations really can't hold back their curiosity, so they try to see what is going on, please forgive me." ”

He took out a small white ceramic glass from his pocket, and a more delicate white wine bottle containing a liquid with a charming aroma......

The pocket is connected to the ash stone space, and in addition to the usual props, there are many other things, which have of course been dealt with in advance.

For example, this cleaned up the packaged Moutai.

As soon as the wine was taken out, Lao Qimen, who was standing next to him, was shocked and stared at the wine bottle with wide eyes: "This ...... What a delicate bottle, what kind of wine is in it, it seems to be very good! "He doesn't like to drink like Master, he drinks more tea on weekdays, and even if he doesn't drink, he can tell by the smell that it's good wine!

The old beggar on the portrait can clearly see his movements without the eyes of wind and fire.

He sniffed hard, a smile on his face: "You baby...... What do you say forgive me, I never knew what etiquette was when I was your age! How can I blame you, hurry up, take your wine...... I'll taste it a little, come and ......."

Lao Qimen was so ashamed that he covered his face with his sleeve, the master is good at everything, except for the very good wine.

When Master was still alive, every time he made a mistake, he could always get a few taels of good wine to fool him, but now that he has been dead for so many years, his personality has not changed......

Chen Qiqi imitated the old Qimen and drank wine to the old beggar in the painting.

The old beggar hummed twice, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread out like chrysanthemums: "Wine ...... It's unique, I love it, baby...... Hiccup, you can live in this courtyard casually...... It's just a room, it's nothing, I can taste your good wine today, my heart is very happy, do you still have ...... One more thing, I won't ask for it for nothing. ”

Chen's eyes lit up, won't he want it in vain?

Sure enough, walking the rivers and lakes relies on human relationships.

He put the whole bottle of Moutai on top of the incense case and said: "Although this wine is scarce, since the predecessors like it...... Naturally, the younger generation can't be stingy, you can take it all...... What is not reciprocated, is the younger generation the kind of person who is greedy for cheap? After speaking, his eyes fell on the Moutai bottle and reluctantly retracted it, as if he was separating from his lover who had been in love for many years......

The old beggar's eyes were misty, and his cheeks were even redder.

It's only two glasses of wine, and the stomach is about to break.

He hiccuped and said, "I've got to find out if there's something for you...... Gotta look for it, the wine won't be taken in vain, just wait for me in a few days......"

The Moutai wine on the incense case swayed and flew up and fell into the hands of the portrait, and disappeared after a while, and the old beggar's voice became a little illusory and farther and farther away: "Good wine needs to be tasted slowly, and the judge is also good wine, so I have to find him to get some snacks...... How can good wine ...... How can you not have appetizers? ”

Old Qimen lowered his sleeves, and he felt that his face was lost by the master......

He was about to pull Chen Chu to choose a wing room, but the door of the opposite house creaked, and out came a wrinkled old woman with gray hair and tied small feet...... You...... Hey, who is this? ”

Suddenly seeing a stranger standing next to Qimen, the old woman's voice suddenly decreased, and she still wanted to have a face.

(End of chapter)