In the end, the sissy alcohol finally dispersed because of "poison in the water" and disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of wine did you say!" Chen Jiu pointed at Fang Guiyuan, who was squatting next to him.

Fang Guiyuan also felt that he was very aggrieved and depressed, this is the fault of the world, it is the fault of God, and it is none of his business!

He directly pulled his face and said, "Why don't you pour this wine?"

"No!" Chen Jiu also pulled a face to object, "If you want me not to drink, you want my life!

Fang Guiyuan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said hatefully: "...... And what do you drink?"

"Drink it!" Chen Jiu gave him a roll of his eyes, conjured up a glass, and took a sip from the wine jar.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring.

Chen Jiu's complexion changed suddenly the moment the wine entered his throat, and his eyes widened slightly, revealing a look of disbelief.

"This wine ......" Chen Jiu put down his glass, his face shocked.

"Isn't it delicious?" Fang Guiyuan asked busily. Although there is something wrong with this wine, as long as it tastes good!

“...... It's the worst wine I've ever drunk!" Chen Jiu's face was sad and heavy, as if he hadn't recovered from the taste, "This wine is ...... It's really perverted!"Does the water taste better than it?"

“...... Then are you still drinking?" Fang Guiyuan was speechless, and finally asked with a sigh of relief.

"Why do you still drink it!" Chen Jiu was upright, "Am I the kind of Taoist priest who casually goes to kill an innocent spirit?"

Didn't you? You just drank some of that "innocent spirit"!

Fang Guiyuan's eyes were slitted horizontally, and he looked at Chen Jiu with disdain.

Where did Chen Jiu care about his eyes, he just rubbed it on the wine jar a few times with great pity, and felt sorry for the wine.

It must have been the fault of the spirit! If there was no alcohol, it would have tasted good!

"Uh-huh......" the revived alcohol gave the old wine a groan.

Then Chen Jiu withdrew his hand indifferently.

Fang Guiyuan was helpless, and finally sealed the wine jar again amid the incessant shouts and begging for mercy from the alcohol, threw it to Chen Jiu, and asked him to put it in his own Qiankun bag.

Chen Jiu still did all this with an indifferent face.

"Alas......" Fang Guiyuan sighed, "I've been encountering these bad things lately, and my Dao heart is going to be dusty." ”

"What?" Chen Jiu brushed his robe, sat down on the stool, took the wine gourd and began to drink.

Fang Guiyuan hammered his thigh, "No, Lao Tzu can't just let things pass!"

He stood up and grabbed Chen Jiu's shoulders and encouraged him, "Old Chen, will you follow me to play?"

"You tell me what's going on!" Chen Jiu grabbed Fang Guiyuan's paw that was on his shoulder and twisted it, directly twisting the person aside.

"Alas, it's not a problem on the Internet!" Fang Guiyuan covered his twisted hand and sighed, "I've been idle and moldy lately, and I have no intention of cultivating, so I found a novel on the Internet to read, but it was poisoned, and I was sprayed to find fault with it, I'm not happy!"

"Aren't you happy about my?" Chen Jiu took another sip while holding the wine gourd, "Besides, you called me here from Funiu Mountain, and said that you had a delicious and delicious hospitality?"

"That's a peach with a big head!" Fang Guiyuan emphasized.

"That's a peach, too!" Chen Jiu slammed the wine gourd on the table, his face full of indignation, "Lao Tzu has eaten all the three-story tall pears, you can have a fart for a peach, and it's not enough to stuff your teeth!"

"I'll go, the poor road was beaten for nothing in order to steal peaches!" Fang Guiyuan jumped to his feet.

"Huh. Chen Jiu snorted coldly, and picked up the gourd to pour wine for himself.

Fang Guiyuan gave him a roll of the eyes, then looked outside, and saw that the sun was in the west, only to realize that it was already night.

He picked up a chopstick, threw it on the ground, and conjured up a short old man.

For the image, please refer to the land god in the TV series, thank you.

"Go and prepare for the banquet, the master wants to drink with the guests!" Fang Guiyuan said to the old man with his hands behind his back and the posture of a slave.

"Yes!" the old man bowed, and then wanted to withdraw and prepare the table and chairs.

Chen Jiu drank refreshingly against the gourd, and he didn't look at the old man, he picked up the cup and poured water on the ground-

"Meet the master!" As soon as the water beads landed, they turned into four delicate women wearing pothos gauze clothes.

"You're going to help, too. Chen Jiu swallowed the wine in his throat and casually ordered the women.

"Yes!" the four women replied in unison.

Fang Guiyuan waved his hand and drove everyone out, picked up his robe, pulled out the stool and sat down.

"Alas, Lao Chen, do you say that our group of people have really been isolated from the world for too long, causing everyone to suffer from delusions, otherwise why are so many novels written that the protagonist suddenly becomes a monk and hangs and explodes?"

Chen Jiu glanced at him, put down the gourd and said, "They are obscene! Although I have been in retreat for more than ten years, it is not that the news is blocked, and when the retreat is boring, I go online...... Hmph!"

Before Chen Jiu finished speaking, he exhaled through his nose and continued drinking.

Fang Guiyuan also touched his chin and nodded.

In short, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao and the prosperity of humanity are that their group of true monks are mostly hidden in the city and do not come out very much--in fact, there is also a reason that they are too lazy, and dozens or hundreds of years have passed by casually closing the retreat or taking a nap, and the people they know are almost out of breath! How can they play happily with mortals in this way!

For example, Fang Guiyuan Fang someone, people just found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to squat for one or two hundred years, and in recent decades, they have almost taken root on Jintao Mountain...... The only bad thing is that there is still an old peach tree spirit of more than 100,000 years old on this mountain, so he can't dominate here......

Among them, the base of his old friend Chen Jiu is in Funiu Mountain, Liu Chongyuan's nest is on an island in the East China Sea, and the guy has been nesting in Changbai Mountain for hundreds of years......

There are a few other guys who don't see the light often, and all of them are like hide-and-seek, and basically no one can find them......

And these people don't have any hierarchy like they wrote in those novels, everyone is a seeker, even if they don't support each other, they won't secretly murder each other, after all, they have their own avenues, and they won't blindly mix with other people's things, if they are not careful, if the Dao heart is dusty, then the result of that person is basically useless......

If there is really a kind of protagonist in real life, it is estimated that he will be killed in a few clicks.

"But I'm also a little whim, even if I don't care about those messy novels, I can find some fun for myself!" Fang Guiyuan slapped the table, stood up and encouraged Chen Jiu, "Lao Chen, why don't you follow me to that novel world to play?"

"Go to play in the novel?" Chen Jiu looked at Fang Guiyuan with the wine gourd, thinking about how he would go there......

"Can you still use your Huangliang pillow book like this? Isn't it only for a spring and autumn dream?"

"Hey, how can you know all about the poor Dao's skills?" Fang Guiyuan shook his head proudly.

Chen Jiu smashed his mouth, and he also felt that this time he was a little boring, and he was stimulated by the alcohol, so if he could have some fun......

"Come on, then what are you talking about, let's do something?" Chen Jiu slapped and decided.

"Let's go after eating!" Fang Guiyuan laughed a few times, walked out of the house quickly, and shouted to the busy guys outside: "Hurry up, hurry up, the master is in a hurry!"

"Yes—"

"Yes—"

The transformed puppets immediately responded, and their movements became even faster.

By the time the tables and chairs were set, it was almost dark.

A full moon, the sky is full of stars, and the mountains are glorious.

Fang Guiyuan tapped at those empty tables, and countless delicious wines and delicacies were placed on the table.

Then he waved the sleeves of his robe and took the puppets back.

"Come on, come on, drink and drink! Poor Dao is bleeding heavily today in order to invite you, and all the things that have been saved for a long time are brought out for you to eat!"

Fang Guiyuan chose a seat and sat down, greeting Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu snorted, "I wouldn't sit down without singing and dancing!

"Cut ......" Fang Guiyuan rolled his eyes, then casually pulled a leaf, blew on the leaf, conjured a few kabuki, and sang and danced.

"How about now, can you sit down?" Fang Guiyuan asked pretendly.

"Hmm-" Chen Jiu also nodded in appreciation, picked a seat and sat down to eat and drink.

"This fish is good!" he sighed.

"Of course, a boneless fish eight hundred miles under the East China Sea!"

"This flower tea is also good, drinking it is refreshing, and my inspiration is a lot clearer. ”

"Nonsense, I went to Changbai Mountain to ask for the eight-hundred-year-old plum blossom petals!"

"Not bad," Chen Jiu praised him, "I thought you would pick the door and send me away with well water, but I didn't expect it to be a feast." ”

"Hmph!" Fang Guiyuan glanced at him with disdain, raised his wine glass and touched it with Chen Jiuxu.

"Eat quickly, I can't store these things for too long, otherwise the taste will be gone!"

"I know, I know!"

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After eating and drinking, Fang Guiyuan took Chen Jiu to his bedroom.

As soon as his hands were closed, and then he opened them again, an emerald green round pillow-like thing appeared on Fang Guiyuan's hand.

"Look more—" Fang Guiyuan glanced at Chen Jiu and pulled the thing away rather proudly—it turned out to be not a pillow, but a wrapped book.

Huangliang pillow book - Huangliang pillow, pillow book, listen to the name to know that this is something for sleeping.

Since Guiyuan got the yellow pillow nine hundred years ago, he went to Wuxi to find his little friend Zhuang Xiyi to show off, but Zhuang Xiyi also took out his own pillow book to follow Fang Guiyuan to fight each other.

Then the matter unfolded with God—the pillow and the book on the pillow became one!!!

At that time, the two of them almost fought over the Huangliang pillow book after the fusion, but in the end, Fang Guiyuan was bleeding profusely, and exchanged several treasures to fight for its ownership.

Needless to say, the role of the yellow pillow is mentioned in many biographies, but the pillow book has always been the treasure of the Wuxi dealer, so not many people know that there is this thing.

The yellow pillow is used for dreaming, and the book on the pillow is used to record.

Anything that appears in a dream can be recorded word for word in the pillow book.

When the two become one, it can create an "illusory and real world".

In short, you can use this thing to make you feel like you've crossed over.

Fang Guiyuan called up the page of the book "Little Taoist City Getaway" on the computer, and then took the book on the pillow and shook it at the monitor, and then burned the content of the novel into the book.

Now the novel "Little Taoist City Getaway" is the basis of their "dream world"!

"Come on, come on, let's get some sleep and go in and play!" Fang Guiyuan threw the book on the yellow sorghum pillow in his hand into the air, and the book was completely spread out, covering the entire house.

Fang Guiyuan happily lay on his own bed, put on a comfortable position, and fell asleep in a few moments.

Seeing this, Chen Jiu was not ambiguous, and sat cross-legged on the ground directly, lowered his head, and followed.