The courtyard door was not locked, and the visitor did not deliberately hide his breath, and as soon as he stepped into the backyard, the visitor shouted with a little surprise: "Yo, you are dancing with a sword......! Well, Kunlun's "Drinking Song"?"

Jia Jia nodded, looked at the person who came, and bowed slightly: "Huadao real person." ”

"It's a drunken song, how can you do without wine?" Huadao Zhenren walked to Jia Jia's side, raised his hand and waved, and brought out a few futons, a few square and a few, "Sit down!"

Hua Dao Zhenren said, beckoning to Qin Zhaohe: "Come, the young man comes here to sit." If you are a drunken song, how can you do without alcohol?"

Qin Zhaohe put away his sword, and after seeing Jia Jia bowing slightly towards him, he walked over, walked to the bottom of the two, and sat on the futon.

Hua Dao Zhenren took out a few more wine glasses, held them in his hand and shook them at Jiajia: "The Dew Glass Cup? ”

"This wine container is so good, but I don't know if this wine is worthy of this dew glass cup?" Jia Jia picked up the glass cup closest to her and turned it around, the glass cup was a little dazzling.

"You don't have to bury the old man, since the old man is here to entertain you today, he will naturally not let you down!" said Hua Dao Zhenren, took a few jars of wine with his backhand and put them on the ground, and then picked up one of the jars of wine, his index finger bent slightly, knocked on the wine jar, and said with a mysterious face: "A thousand years of five-color fruit wine, how about it?

Jia Jia nodded, and couldn't help laughing: "It's too face-giving, but I don't know what I have to do to drink this five-color fruit wine?"

"How do you speak?" Huadao Zhenren sank his face and put the wine jar on the small table, "Is the old man such a stingy person?"

"Isn't it?" the nun laughed, her eyes were slightly bent, and around her were the petals of the fallen flowers that floated down from time to time, and she looked like she was quiet and good, but the real person of Huadao didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating it, and looked at the nun and stopped talking.

"You don't have to be nervous. The nun laughed, "You owe me a request, but if it's too difficult, I'll do it, and I'll do it?"

Huadao Zhenren's face was slightly pale.

The nun smiled and said, "So the real person relaxes, can I still drink this wine?"

Huadao Zhenren pursed his lips and made a "please" gesture.

When the wine jar was opened, the aroma of the wine was overflowing, and the wine was clear with a little blue color, and it was contained in the glass cup of the dew, and a shallow rainbow was reflected.

"The five colors in the glass cup are revealed!" Jia Jia shook the wine glass in surprise, but did not enter immediately, but looked up and down at the real person, and saw that he was dressed in a gray and white robe, with a chirp loosely tied on the top of his head, and the whole person looked messy.

"What are you doing looking at this seat?"

Huadao Zhenren took a sip, snatched the cup from Qin Zhaohe's hand again, and glared at him: "Little ghost, don't drink indiscriminately!"

Jia Jia put down the glass cup in her hand and looked at Huadao Zhenren with a smile: "Huadao Zhenren, did you invite me to drink this wine, or is it someone else?"

Huadao Zhenren was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask that?"

"Even a drinking vessel is so exquisite, but you are a real person who has been acting uninhibitedly every day, and you will not stick to these rules and regulations, and the person who can use a glass cup that can be tasted is definitely not a real person. Jia Jia smiled.

Uninhibited is elegant, and to put it bluntly, it is sloppy.

A chuckle sounded, and Jia Jia followed the prestige, but saw a person walking in from outside the door, dressed in a gray robe, and the giant turtle moving slowly under his feet revealed the identity of the person who came - Mo Xingjiu, who was called by Mo Wuji as the nineteenth uncle.

Mo Xingjiu approached the three of them: "That's a good guess, Huadao won't be so particular, and wine is atonement!"

Jia Jia stretched out three fingers and raised her eyebrows: "Because of this?"

Mo Xingjiu didn't feel cramped, nodded, and sat down: "This favor, this seat suddenly doesn't want to give up to Huadao." ”

No wonder the three out-of-body monks who were staring at them left, it turned out to be Mo Xingjiu who came forward, and Jia Jia was stunned.

Looking at the monk sitting with his sleeves in front of him, in all fairness, Mo Xingjiu's life is not very good-looking, and it can even be said to be plain, but this time and again, it will not make people feel unhappy at all, this is what makes him so powerful.

Jia Jia thought of what the master said to her before leaving: "Penglai's current island owner Mo Dongxing's vision is narrower, but with Mo Wuji watching, there should be no big mess, that is, he is a little childish, and your actions will inevitably be somewhat limited; It's just that when you intersect with him, you remember that the word Cheng is the head, and the amount of Mo Xingjiu's belly is still good. Even if you want to lie to him, you have to think of a round lie. Once it is exposed, you don't want to be considerate with him, let's go back to Kunlun first!"

Huadao Zhenren was still there drinking five-colored fruit wine, but his eyes were already fixed on the giant tortoise with only Xuanwu blood.

"Huadao, do you want to wait for this seat to die, so that you can take over Xiao Wu of this seat?" Mo Xingjiu cushioned the glass cup in his hand, but he didn't take a mouthful, and looked at Huadao real person with a smile.

Huadao Zhenren didn't care: "Don't say that the old man curses you, if you can't get in and out of the dust, then you will definitely die in front of this seat, and then the old man of your Mo family will help you take care of it, of course, Xiao Wu too." ”

"My descendants of the Mo family?" the corners of Mo Xingjiu's mouth curled slightly, "Until the last resort, I Mo Xingjiu don't want to hand over the past of the Mo family to you." ”

"What's not to worry about? After all, the two of us have a friendship here. Hua Dao Zhenren held the wine jar and gulped down the cow drink, and his face did not even change.

Mo Xingjiu didn't have any big mood swings, as if he was saying something normal.

But when Jia Jia heard it, she always felt that Mo Xingjiu meant something.

"Hmph!" he sneered, "One has something to say, and the other is stupid." The implication of the surname Mo is that the past of the Mo family is not a last resort, and they will not hope for the 'mutual affection' of a so-called Keqing monk. ”

Huadao Zhenren is a guest of the Mo family, since the beginning of the practice, he has been protected by the Mo family, and from the outsider's point of view, Huadao is the blessing stone of Penglai in the East China Sea. But after all, Huadao Zhenren is not surnamed Mo, Keqing Keqing, the focus is on a guest word, Keqing can be a helper, assist from the side, but it cannot be the main force. It's just that at the moment, the most cultivated Mo Xingjiu of the Penglai Mo family in the East China Sea is only in the late stage of the Tibetan God, and the host and guest are reversed, how can there be no words in his heart.

Jia Jia knew very well in her heart: No wonder the real person of the Tao does his own thing every day, and he will never make a move until he has to, but he just avoids suspicion.