After waiting for the two shopkeepers to leave, Fang Kun looked at the bottle of opened Moutai on the table, shook his head helplessly, and shook his head, no need to ask, it must have been arranged by Qin Mannian in advance, otherwise it would be impossible for these two people to take the initiative to do so.

After thinking about it, he picked up the wooden sword on the table, mobilized his divine sense and true qi, and made a simple ban on the wooden sword, and in an instant, the wooden sword, which was originally full of murderous aura, instantly regained its original appearance and became unpretentious.

Although a simple concealment prohibition was tightly arranged, however, sweat had already broken out on his forehead, and his face was a little pale again, with his current ability, he could easily use his divine sense to arrange the prohibition, but because this wooden sword did not have any spirituality now, that is to say, there was no carrier for arranging the prohibition, he could only use his true qi to integrate and forcibly arrange, so that the consumption was naturally much greater.

After a little relief, he put the wooden sword into a cabinet next to him, and at the same time moved the stone on the ground to the corner.

After collecting this, he sat down cross-legged on the tea couch again and began to breathe.

Ten minutes later, there was another knock at the door.

started to serve the food, but Fang Kun frowned, the Sanqing Daoist still did not appear, the protagonist did not appear, how should he start the fishing show that he and Qin Mannian sang.

After thinking about it, he got up directly, sat down at the table, and gave himself a cup of Moutai, and then began to eat and drink.

It was still early in the morning in Wushan County, and he didn't feel it before, but seeing the food on this table at the moment, he really felt hungry.

He had just eaten half full, and was about to drink when he suddenly stopped, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing the arc of a smile.

A moment later, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, although it was very faint, but Fang Kun clearly sensed it, but there was no knock on the door for a long time.

Through his senses, he was concerned about what was happening outside the door.

The previous sloppy old Taoist of the gods, that is, Qin Mannian's master Venerable Sanqing Daoist, was wandering in the corridor outside at this time, he seemed to be a little hesitant and wanted to come in, but he looked a little worried, looking at the eyes in the room from time to time, a little entangled, however, he kept shrugging his nose and smelling the fragrance of aged Moutai wafting in the air, this action still betrayed his true thoughts in his heart.

The corners of Fang Kun's mouth curled up again, revealing a playful smile, and then, he drained the wine in the cup in one gulp, and his mouth smacked a few times, as if he was enjoying it very much.

After drinking, he poured himself another glass, did not stay, and drank dry again!

At this time, the Sanqing Daoist outside, listening to Fang Kun's non-stop chirping, already showed a painful look on his face, but the hesitation in his eyes became even stronger, and there seemed to be a fierce struggle going on in his heart.

Finally, when Fang Kun drank the sixth cup, the door was pushed open.

A gust of wind blew, Fang Kun felt that the wine glass in his hand had been snatched away, and immediately, he saw that the Sanqing Daoist was standing behind him, and the wine in the wine glass had been poured into his mouth, and he was enjoying it at this time.

Fang Kun stood up with a smile, but at this time, he was already very shocked in his heart.

The reason is the scene that happened just now, although he has divine sense, but he didn't see the other party's movements, how he rushed in quickly, and how he snatched the wine glass from his own hand, and the most important thing is that he took the original full glass of wine from his own hand and poured it into his own mouth, in the process, not a drop of wine was wasted.

Without waiting for Fang Kun to speak, the Sanqing Daoist suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hey, that's it, this kind of enjoyment, the poor road will break the rules once!"

When the words landed, he had already sat down in the seat next to him, and at the same time, the bottle of Moutai that had just been poured a few glasses on the table had already appeared in his hand, and without waiting for Fang Kun to speak, he drank it directly.

Fang Kun shook his head helplessly, and then took a pair of chopsticks from the side and placed them in front of the Sanqing Daoist.

By the time Fang Kun sat down in his seat, the Sanqing Daoist had already stopped blowing on the bottle, because it was almost a full bottle, and he had already drunk it all, and at the same time, his eyes were a little confused, as if he was a little drunk.

"Hmph, set up a game to calculate the poor road, what about that stinky boy, let him come out, see that the poor road doesn't break his legs!

After the three Qingdao people finished speaking, they also hiccuped, looking like they had drunk before they had eaten.

"This is going to ask the senior, I don't know where he is at this time?" Fang Kun smiled helplessly, since the other party was not polite to him, he also saved his tricks.

"Hmph, you're not honest, follow him to fish, is the poor road a fish, if it weren't for the face of this good wine, how could you succeed!"

"Senior, drink while chatting, why rush!" Fang Kun said hurriedly.

"Uh, this-Poor Dao has no good wine to drink, let Poor Dao drink it first!" After speaking, he ignored Fang Kun and blew it again.

Fang Kun shook his head helplessly, he really hadn't seen someone drink Moutai like this, and besides, how could he blow on the bottle normally, but inhaled it in one go, and immediately half a bottle of wine entered his mouth.

Fang Ku pondered for a moment, then got up and took out two more bottles.

"Ah, comfortable, life should be like this, otherwise it will not be wasted!"

Before Fang Kun could sit back in his seat, the second bottle of wine was emptied by him in one go.

Fang Kun smiled helplessly, if an ordinary person has such a large amount of alcohol, it is estimated that he will not be able to do this step, not to mention anything else, just the small bottle mouth, if you don't use a special method, pour it all out, it is estimated that it will take a while!

"Senior, isn't it a waste to drink like this, there are four boxes here, it should be enough for us to drink all night, why don't we drink slowly and talk while drinking?" Fang Kun said with a smile.

", drinking is like this, drinking with such a small cup is a waste!" Sanqing Daoist said dissatisfiedly, and as he spoke, his eyes glowed as he looked at the wine in Fang Kun's hand.

"Then let's change the big bowl, how about it?" Fang Kun smiled helplessly.

"Don't bend around with me, let's talk about it, what are your intentions in fishing for the poor road?" The Sanqing Daoist seemed to have just remembered the matter, stared at Fang Kun and asked, his eyes seemed to be a little fluttering.

"Since the seniors are proficient in hexagrams, why don't you calculate a hexagram for yourself?" Fang Kun opened the third bottle casually as he spoke.

The Sanqing Daoist ignored Fang Kun, but after giving him a blank look, he took a large bowl for himself from the side, and then picked up the bottle of wine that Fang Kun had just opened.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Fang Kun asked suspiciously.

"Common sense, my generation never opens a hexagram for myself, and besides, the old man can't afford to open a hexagram between you and that kid!" said Sanqing Daoist a little depressed.

"Senior is talking about Brother Qin?" Fang Kun was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Who else is it not him?" After the three Qingdao people finished speaking, they directly picked up half a bowl of wine and wanted to start drinking.

"Why can't the two of us open the hexagram?" Fang Kun asked suspiciously.

The Sanqing Daoist, who was drinking, glared at Fang Kun and drank the wine in the bowl in one breath before he continued: "The heavenly machine must not be leaked!"

Fang Kun suddenly felt speechless, and after thinking about it, he then asked, "Then I'll ask my senior another question!"

"Long-winded, Poor Dao is here to drink, not to answer your doubts!" The Sanqing Daoist directly interrupted Fang Kun's words, and then prepared to pour the wine again.

Fang Kun snatched the remaining half of the bottle of wine, and said with a smile: "Since the juniors invite the seniors to drink, how can they watch the seniors pour themselves drinks, let's let the juniors come!"

After speaking, he began to pour wine for the Sanqing Daoist, but, I don't know if it was because of his technique or other reasons, the wine in the bottle was like a thin line, slowly kept.

Seeing this scene, two rays of light suddenly appeared in the originally cloudy eyes of the Sanqing Daoist, and then he looked at Fang Kun and said helplessly: "Say, the old man can answer you a question!"

"Well, the junior wants to know why the senior expelled Brother Qin from the division and asked him to come to the junior!" Fang Kun asked as he stared into the eyes of the Sanqing Daoist.

After listening to Fang Kun's words, the turbidity in the eyes of the Sanqing Daoist suddenly disappeared, and he regained his clarity, but soon it turned into a turbid appearance again, shook his head, and then he said with some loss: "Little Daoist, you are wrong, since the day he picked him up, Poor Dao has not recognized him as an apprentice, so he has not been expelled from the sect!"

Fang Kun was stunned for a moment, and immediately, the wine in the bottle began to flow quickly into the bowl at a normal flow rate.

(To be continued!)

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