Chapter 867: Are You Sure You Can Beat Me?

One is an alcoholic, and two are also alcoholics.

Her only task was to fill them with wine......

"Let the nerds fight later." casually put the small wine gourd next to the big wine gourd, Luo Qing replied, and threw the wine recipe of the heart of first love to the ink monkey, "I always feel wrong, you see." ”

The ink monkey scratched his butt and took the wine to take a closer look.

Lei Yan and the nine-tailed snow fox immediately came to its side to watch.

The snow ginseng doll sucked her finger and said: "Holy wine, people like ......"

The appearance of a few little ones looking at the scrolls together was very happy, and people always involuntarily liked small animals and little dolls when they got old, and it took a lot of effort for the wine fairy to resist the thought of teasing them, and asked, "Can they understand?" ”

Luo Qingyin nodded: "Broken Monkey and Xiaoxue can understand." ”

As soon as the words fell, the ink monkey slapped his paw on the wine party, bared his teeth and said: "The wine recipe is incomplete, and some of the key content has been erased." ”

"What?" The wine fairy stood up angrily, "Yuqingjun's girl dares to cheat me, I'll go to her to settle accounts." ”

"Don't, don't!" Luo Qingyin hurriedly stopped people, "It's not too late to wait for the Dan meeting to end before we go, let's see if we can make up the wine recipe first." ”

Tonight, she still needs him and Hu Lao to work together to solve the old man who holds the sword.

I can't let him run away!

The wine fairy slapped her twice with a pu fan: "Hmph, let her go for two days first!" ”

After putting away all the spirit grass, Luo Qingyin left the wine recipe for the ink monkey and the snow ginseng doll to study, and entered the house with the wine fairy.

There is no doubt that the first time Hu Lao saw her, he also handed over the wine gourd......

Luo Qingyin didn't want to speak anymore.

In any case, Hu Lao is still more reliable than the wine fairy.

After she sat down, he carefully inquired about her preparations for the Dan meeting, and gave her a lot of pertinent advice.

When the time agreed with the old man Fujian was up, he went over with the wine fairy.

Luo Qingyin didn't want to be caught in the middle, so they didn't go together.

But after all, it was her own business, and she couldn't sit still.

"Kitten, this is this year's new white brocade tea, try it?" Zi Yunchen only didn't know her anxiety, and her deep eyes were not shocked.

Raised his hand to pour her a cup of tea, he didn't look at the teacup, but looked at Luo Qingyin.

The fragrance of tea was lingering, but Luo Qingyin didn't have any thoughts, and said flatly: "I'm worried about ......."

"I'm worried that Master won't be able to hold you." Zi Yunchen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Since you're worried, why don't you go and take a look?" ”

Looking up at him, her long eyelashes picked up a little light and shadow, she hesitated a little: "But I don't want to be caught between them." ”

Zi Yunchen whispered: "You don't have to appear in front of them, let's eavesdrop." ”

Luo Qingyin was surprised: "Can you hide from their divine sense?" ”

Dare to listen to the conversation between Dansheng and Qisheng, this is a bold hair, right?!

She loves it, though!

"No, overboard, eavesdropping." The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked up a wicked smile, "Let's go." ”

Zi Yunchen took her around and around, and soon arrived at the place where Hu Lao, Jiuxian, and Fujian Old Man met.

Because it was an informal meeting, the three of them did not put on any pomp, so they sat together and drank tea slowly.

What she drank was the white brocade tea that Zi Yunchen had just asked her to taste.

casually pasted a breath charm for her, and Zi Yunchen and her stood by the window farthest away from them, quietly listening to their chat.

Although the old man of the lake and the old man of the sword are both saint-level figures, they are not related to each other on weekdays, and they do not have much contact, which is quite a bit of the meaning that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

If it weren't for Luo Qingyin, they probably wouldn't have sat down and drank tea like this for the rest of their lives.

The only thing that the old man didn't expect was that the old man would bring the wine fairy with him.

With a few glimmers of hope, the old man of the sword did not play Tai Chi, and after three rounds of tea, it was directly proposed that Luo Qingyin was a rare refining genius in a hundred years, and in order not to waste her talent, he wanted to accept her as an apprentice.

The wine fairy smiled: "She is still a once-in-a-millennium winemaking genius." You think she has a good talent for refining, and I think she has a good talent for winemaking, and I took a fancy to her several years ago. There is a first come, first come, why should I be the only one who came to you? ”

The old man retorted, "Can brewing wine be compared to refining? ”

The implication is that winemaking is clearly not a proper business.

The wine fairy was so depressed that he waved his fan: "How can it not be compared?" Isn't the refiner amazing? You can't even find a talented person, and you come to rob other people's apprentices, do you think that you are relatively old, and you can throw the festival at will? ”

Luo Qingyin almost laughed outside the window.

The wine fairy is so cute, thumbs up!

Hu Lao had been drinking tea unhurriedly, and after listening to the two of them arguing with each other, he said lightly: "Have you asked the little girl about this?" Is she willing to learn alchemy? ”

The old man holding the sword choked for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the window where Luo Qingyin was.

Luo Qingyin immediately pretended not to be there.

"She's a person, not an object." Hu Lao put down the teacup, shook his head and said, "It's not up to her to have the final say on whether she has the talent for refining weapons, but she has the final say on what she wants to learn, and the twisted melon is not sweet, is it?" ”

The old man holding the sword said: "Although she has not shown any interest in refining weapons now, it is because she does not know about refining weapons yet. When she understands, I can guarantee that she will want to learn. ”

Hu Lao smiled: "So you want to forcibly ask her to change to the master's sect, forcibly cut off her path of alchemy and formation, and force her to take the road of refining?" ”

His voice was plain and bland, just like white brocade tea, which tasted nothing, but when he tasted it carefully, there was a sense of awe.

The old man with the sword looked a little unpredictable: "What do you mean?" ”

Hu Lao shook his fan and said, "Are you sure you can beat me and Lao Jiu?" ”

Luo Qingyin outside the window: "......"

At the end of the day, big fists are the last word.

"She's going to be attending the Dan meeting next." The evil aura on Hu Lao's body seemed to have never appeared, and he still looked like an ordinary old man, "You think she is wasting her time studying alchemy, you must not know her talent in alchemy." Please come and talk to me again after you have seen her alchemy. ”

Jiuxian and Hu Lao sang one with a white face and the other with a black face, so that he had no room to speak at all, and the old man with the sword was aggrieved in his heart, but a little smile appeared on his face: "If she can prove that she is talented in alchemy, the old man will not say what she said today, how about it?" ”

Hu Lao glanced at him: "How do you need to prove it?" ”

The old man of the sword was interested in selling Guanzi, took a sip of tea, and made enough momentum before he spoke: "If she can still win the championship without using your alchemy technique at the Dan Meeting, I will believe in her talent for alchemy, and I will no longer forcibly ask her to learn alchemy." ”

Hu Lao agreed: "Okay." ”

Although he was her master, she had never used his alchemy technique.

If the old man with the sword knew the truth, I am afraid that tears would fall......

Mao Dun Literature