"What a junior! this matter is not over, my Immortal Sword Sect Duan San must remember you!" The chill in Slender Jindan's eyes was even better, and he turned around and left after speaking.

"Daming Temple disciples are waiting for you at any time!" Zhou Yang pursed his lips and said loudly.

"Big brother, my magic weapon, my magic weapon is still on that little bald donkey!" the fat man stopped doing it and shouted urgently.

If it weren't for that set of magic weapon flying swords, he wouldn't have shown his hole cards, so that he would have been weak for several years, how could he just walk away.

"The skills are not as good as others, don't leave quickly, don't be embarrassed here!" Duan Sanding finished speaking, and left without looking back.

"Amitabha, thank you to the donor for coming to the rescue!" After the two left, Zhou Yang thanked the young man.

"It doesn't matter. I have seen the process of the two of you fighting, as a monk, why don't you have any Buddha nature at all, and you still have such a heavy murderous aura on your body!" The young man looked at Zhou Yang with some amusement.

"This ......" Zhou Yang was choked suddenly, and he didn't know how to answer, but he was full of slander in his heart.

"Hehe, I'm kidding you. Let's go, for your sake, I'll ask you to drink!" the young man suddenly laughed.

"The monks have three meat and seven precepts, and the little monk doesn't dare to break it! Besides, if you want to be thankful, it should be the little monk who thanks the adults. Zhou Yang waved his hand again and again.

"I'll tell you the truth, it's not me who helped you, but someone else, so you don't need to thank me. Also, please drink tea!"

"Then it is better to be respectful than to obey. In this way, the little monk invited the adults to drink tea. Zhou Yang nodded, and then beckoned Bai Lian to go together.

He was a little curious, now that the city was in ruins, where did the tavern and teahouse come from.

"What is this adult's name?" asked Zhou Yang on the way.

"Under the surname Chi. The young man stroked two handfuls of his little black beard with his hand, one lightly

Laugh.

"It turned out to be a red adult, disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

"Alright, don't be so hypocritical, let go!" said Chi-sama with a pun.

Zhou Yang's face froze and he stopped talking.

He was very depressed, this guy was a good person, but he just spoke too directly, and his words meant something, so he should have doubts about his identity as a monk.

"Doubt it, doubt it, anyway, sooner or later, I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Zhou Yang thought secretly.

The three of them traveled all the way, and there were busy scenes along the way, and there was dust everywhere, and they had to protect their bodies with mana to keep that dust out.

After about half an hour, they had left the redevelopment area, and in front of them was a small river with several bamboo huts beside it.

Zhou Yang found that the bamboo used to build those bamboo houses was still fresh, and it always exuded a faint bamboo fragrance. Needless to say, this is a house that has just been built.

On both sides of the bamboo gate, there are four big men guarding them, all of whom are Jindan masters.

Zhou Yang also nodded to Bai Lian, and Bai Lian stopped and did not follow.

Walking into the bamboo house, Zhou Yang did not find any tea utensils, there were two wine jugs on the bamboo table, and a few wine glasses.

After sitting down, Master Chi first filled Zhou Yang with a glass of wine, and then poured another glass himself.

"My lord, didn't you say that you should drink tea?" Zhou Yang didn't touch the glass of wine.

"There are no outsiders here, let it go, and besides, it's all vegetarian wine. Master Chi raised his wine glass, touched the glass in front of Zhou Yang, and then dried it up.

"My lord, this is asking the little monk to break the vows!, just break it, who let the adults help the little monk!" Zhou Yang pretended to be helpless, and also took the wine glass and drank it, and couldn't help frowning after drinking.

"How's this wine?" asked Akami-sama.

"The wine is sweet and sweet, with an endless aftertaste, and it has a great tonic effect on cultivators like you and me, it is an excellent spiritual wine!" Zhou Yang nodded, he is a person who is a good wine, so he can naturally taste a good cup of wine.

"And said you don't know how to drink!" Akami-sama chuckled lightly.

"I ......" Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and then his old face turned red.

"This is the imperial wine, the special wine for the palace, and it is naturally the best. Master Chi filled Zhou Yang with another glass and explained.

"I see, that little monk will have a good mouth!" Zhou Yang understood that the people around the tea king should not tell lies.

The other party must have seen through his identity as a fake monk, and it is not interesting to stretch it anymore, so he simply let it go and drank it, and he must not miss it if he has good wine.

Next, the two of them pushed the cup and changed the cup and drank freely.

As the saying goes, a traitor gambles a thief, but he can make friends when he drinks, and with the improvement of the atmosphere at the wine table, the relationship between the two has been further narrowed, and they have begun to call each other brothers.

And the two are close in age, their cultivation is about the same, and they have a wide range of knowledge, so they are very speculative.

"I said, Brother Monk, what is the important thing you have come to Shooting Sun City this time, right?" asked Akami-sama, putting down his wine glass.

"Lao Chi, look at what you said, which one of them has no purpose for entering the city? They have come here thousands of miles away to do something, not for money, but for cultivation, or even for refuge. Zhou Yang took a sip of wine, felt the heat wave in his body for a while, and said for a while.

"Little slippery head!" the old man scolded with a blank look. This glance made Zhou Yang feel a little strange.

"Lao Chi, are you the royal family of the Fire Empire?" Zhou Yang put down his wine glass and said.

"Your vision is not bad. Lao Chi admitted it.

"And it's the descendant of the Tea King?" Zhou Yang continued to ask.

"Very smart!" Lao Chi nodded.

"That little monk is really disrespectful!" Zhou Yang got up and saluted exaggeratedly.

"Come on, I'll be angry when I see your big bald head!" scolded Lao Chi.

"By the way, this wine is so delicious, can you give me a few hundred pots?" Zhou Yangshi opened his mouth.

"Although your request is very excessive, as long as you answer my three questions seriously, then I can still meet this request!" Lao Chi glanced at Zhou Yang again and agreed to his request, but also put forward conditions.

Zhou Yang secretly scolded himself for being cheap, but it was obviously inappropriate to retract this sentence at this time. His eyes rolled and he bargained, "Isn't one good?"

"No, at least three, otherwise don't talk about it!" Lao Chi said resolutely.

"This, okay, but don't be too difficult!" Zhou Yang reluctantly.

It seemed that he had gone out for the sake of those hundreds of pots of imperial wine, but he was more vigilant in his heart, because after such a long conversation, he found that Lao Chi was very shrewd and not easy to fool.

"That's good. The first question is, are you really a monk?"

"With your cleverness, is this asking for some reason!" Zhou Yang lowered his head and took a sip of wine, but he was bitter in his heart, and the secret problem really came.

"I want you to say it yourself!" Lao Chi looked very solemn.

"It's not. This time Zhou Yang replied very directly, he knew that it was useless to deny it.