Zhang Guolao walked into this tavern at this time, beckoned the shopkeeper to ask for a few plates of cold dishes, and ate them by himself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Bei could clearly feel that when this person came in, he roughly swept the people in the tavern with the divine thoughts of the peak realm of immortals.

Especially although this person sat there calmly drinking and eating, a pair of cloudy old eyes showed a few rays of light from time to time, looking at the boy called Xiaobao at the table.

Seeing this, Lu Bei's heart was full of doubts.

Could it be that Zhang Guo saw that this little boy was blessed with a deep fate, and his spirit was extraordinary, and he was a rare seed of cultivation, and he couldn't accept it as an apprentice.

He had already regarded the Eight Immortals as an enemy, so he naturally had some concern about this Guo Lao.

He wouldn't even mind killing him here if he had the chance.

But this place is Luoyang, the imperial capital of humanity.

Although the world is still not unified, the Xuanhuang dragon qi in the sky above Luoyang is tumbling and roaring, faintly forming the shape of a real dragon.

The two dragon horns of the real dragon are magnificent and strange, the huge two dragon eyes are tightly closed, the bearing is as majestic as a mountain, and the majesty is deep like an abyss.

This is comparable to the coercion of a true immortal-level peak powerhouse.

If it weren't for this, wouldn't some of the rampant big demons in the Southern Ganbu Continent wander a few times in the sky above the million-dollar cities inhabited by Luoyang and other human races.

Occasionally, when the mood arises, a gust of demonic wind will turn millions of people into rations and blood food.

The fact is that in front of this humane dragon qi that is comparable to the peak powerhouse of true immortals, where do some monsters dare to make trouble.

As for the Golden Immortal-level demons, they will not do this act of death without knowing the severity.

It is said that if Kyushu is unified, the humane dragon spirit in the capital of the dynasty is like a furnace of charcoal, and the golden dragon is full of high-spirited momentum, which is no less than a big Luo Daozun sitting in the town.

Therefore, if Lu Bei forcibly uses magic powers in the downtown area, not to mention whether he can kill Zhang Guolao in the immortal realm.

Just the mere act of destroying humanity is also a big trouble.

This matter has to be considered in the long run.

As for whether to kill Zhang Guolao or not, hehe.

Do you still need to think about it?

Even if he had no grudge against this person before, but this person will share weal and woe with those eight immortals in the future, and his luck will be connected, and sooner or later he will become his mortal enemy.

Don't say anything right or wrong, don't say that the Xianxia World Avenue competition doesn't ask whether it's right or wrong.

Even in the previous life, children only distinguish between right and wrong, and adults only talk about the pros and cons.

Zhang Guolao drank a few glasses of wine, picked up the bamboo chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the bowl, and said with a smile: "The wind never ends, and the showers never end...... The sky will be clear, and the earth will be peaceful. God has a spirit, and the grain has a profit. All things come to life ......"

"What is the old gentleman chanting?"

The young man asked with a red face and a drunken body.

It is the father of Xiaobao.

As for Xiaobao......

Lu Bei's cold eyes narrowed, and he felt a little sudden in his heart.

Guy quietly transported his mana between his eyes, and found that this boy called Xiaobao was like a curtain of water rising all over his body, and his eyes were confused with a little joy.

It's like listening to the Taoist texts, and opening up the wisdom.

The air is lush and green, just like the mountains and mountains.

Zhang Guolao's chant is indeed a profound Taoist text, but it is not a way to open Su Hui for people.

Open Su Hui, how can you wait for leisure?

It is this immortal who is initially stimulating the qi of the grass and trees, and the name of this plant and tree is Qinghua.

It is one of the origins of the five elements between heaven and earth.

Elder Zhang Guo stepped forward, looked at the young man's bearded face for a long time, and said with a smile: "This little brother, the old man sees that your Yin Tang is dark, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster soon...... Catastrophe is not far off. ”

The young man Huo Ran changed color and shouted angrily: "Old man, I am very respectful to you, why do you curse below." ”

This young man is a woodcutter in Dawan Village, at the foot of Bishan Mountain in Luoyang City, and his name is Yang Yan.

On weekdays, he went to Pishan to get some firewood, and then picked it up in Luoyang City to sell it for a living.

This morning, after eating the meal that his wife had cooked for him, he took his child Xiaobao and carried two large bundles of firewood to Luoyang City.

The young man didn't want to take this child with him, but Xiaobao cried and wanted to go to Luoyang City to have a look.

Remembering that today is Xiaobao's sixth birthday, the young man wanted to buy some toys for the child as a birthday gift.

In addition, Xiaobao's mother persuaded a few words on the side, and the young man reluctantly agreed.

Because he had just had lunch, rain suddenly fell in the sky, and the young man Yang Yan went to this tavern for a few drinks.

He just saw that the white-bearded old man had a clear face and cheeks, a fairy temperament, and he could hear the poetry of his people, faintly smelling the strange wind of the mountains and wilderness, and he was full of curiosity at the moment to ask.

After all, he had read books for a few years when he was young, otherwise he would not have changed his name to 'Yang Yan' when he was an adult.

Hearing Zhang Guo's words, Yang Yan may have drunk a few glasses of wine, his face was angry for a while, and he raised his fist the size of a bowl and wanted to fight.

Xindao, this old gentleman didn't know anything, and he actually cursed him.

Lu Bei looked at this scene of laughter, his eyes flashed, but he sneered in his heart.

Is this old man Guo seeing a lot of charlatans who count hexagrams and measuring words, and he actually said this incision.

Mo said that it was this young man, that is, he was a mercenary in his previous life, licking blood from the knife edge, and was born and died.

On the street, I met a fortune teller who came up to him and said such a bloody disaster to himself.

It has never been his own sentence "I hope the master will save me." ”

Instead, he hugged him with an old fist and dared to curse me...... Then let's let you see a little bit of the bloody plague first.

Zhang Guolao obviously expected Yang Yan's indignant reaction, and in the vicissitudes of life, his eyes were bright, and he smiled faintly: "Good man, little old man is just joking with you." ”

"Hmph. ”

Hearing this, Yang Yan snorted coldly, and no longer really punched to fight.

A few drinkers who watched the excitement just laughed and said, "Yang Dahan, your fists are all raised, why are you still putting them down." ”

Another middle-aged drinker with a red face who drank was shouting with a big tongue: "Yang Tiezhu...... A full meal...... Beat the old man half to death. ”

The sound of commotion came and went, and in an instant, the small tavern was filled with cheerful air.

Obviously, many drinkers recognized this seven-foot-tall, burly-looking, and majestic Yang Tiezhu.

At this time, he had been lying behind the cabinet, holding a thick account book, and fiddling with the abacus...... It was the old shopkeeper who didn't raise his head to look at the verbal conflict between Yang Yan and Zhang Guolao before.

Suddenly, he coughed heavily, and then continued to settle his score.

The coaxing of the drinkers slowly subsided.

The two drinkers muttered with a wry look: "This old king has a very stubborn temper. angered him, and the next time he didn't have to drink on credit. ”

Yang Yan picked up the wine bowl with an indifferent expression and took the last sip.

With the coarse cloth sleeves on his arms and the beads of wine at the corners of his mouth, Fang picked up the shining axe with the blade on the table, settled the accounts, and pulled Xiaobao out of the city.

Zhang Guolao looked at the back of the father and son who disappeared into the street, smiled incomprehensibly, shook his head, and then sat down to drink.

Lu Bei also quietly withdrew his gaze, thinking in his heart.

With his mind, he had some vague guesses about Zhang Guolao's calculations.

However, he still looked slightly restrained, picked up the wine cup, and tasted this cup of Luoyang's apricot blossom wine.

Mellow and pure, the wine has a long aroma.

The wine that was soaked into the palm of his hand was drunk by Lu Bei with his head raised, and a touch of heat flashed in his throat, which made his heart burn.