The wine on Luo Zhuo's body is naturally not comparable to the wine in the market taverns of Changyang Wine Shop, and even his set of wine utensils can be compared to countless Changyang Wine Shops, as soon as the wine is poured out, the aroma of wine is overflowing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The down-and-out scribe wrinkled his nose, didn't lift his eyelids, and said coldly, "You want to buy me? ”

"Really?" Luo Zhuo smiled slightly, poured the glass out, changed the wine jar, and poured a new glass of wine, the aroma of wine came out again, and the down-and-out scribe still didn't open his eyes.

Luo Zhuo simply stopped pouring it out, lifted another wine jar, opened it and shook it slightly, allowing the aroma of the wine to come out.

One altar, two altars、...... Luo Zhuo changed more than a dozen jars of all kinds of wine in a row, and this down-and-out scribe who could drink even a pot of turbid wine with relish didn't open his eyes, and it seemed that he didn't look down on Luo Zhuo's wine.

Luo Zhuo's temper also came up, although he was not a drinker, but he occasionally liked to have a drink or two, and the primeval world often prepared all kinds of wine, from ordinary wine to spiritual wine for monks, he didn't believe that none of them were of interest to this down-and-out scribe.

For a whole hour, Luo Zhuo continued to make an action, that is, he took out the wine jar and shook it, and the down-and-out scribe did not raise his eyelids, he put it away and changed it again.

The down-and-out scribe yawned and said lazily, "You little immortal, what good wine can you have? ”

"The seniors said that these are not good wines, so I don't know what good wine looks like? Is this jar of wine in the arms of the seniors good wine?" Luo Zhuo said unconvinced.

"My jar of wine is no match for yours. The down-and-out scribe said, his voice with a rare hint of emotion, but that trace of emotion was very complicated, like reminiscence, like remorse. "But in my eyes, even if the peach will be a jade liquid, it can't compare to a drop of it. ”

Luo Zhuo was silent, it was obvious that there was a story behind this jar of wine, so when he saw this jar of wine, he did not hesitate to rescue Du Ziteng, but he didn't know why such an important jar of wine would fall into Yuan Shoucheng's hands, and why Yuan Shoucheng gave the wine to himself so reassuringly.

"I see, excuse me. Luo Zhuo arched his hand and said, this down-and-out scribe has no other arms for the sad person, and Luo Zhuo also lost the mood to continue to be tempted, so he simply turned around and left.

"Wait, boy. Just as Luo Zhuo was about to step out of the door, the down-and-out scribe suddenly spoke. "Bring the wine, since you brought it, what's the matter if you bring it back. ”

Luo Zhuo almost tripped up, what he said, it was you who thought that the wine was bad, and now it is you who want to drink, what kind of trouble are you going to make.

But who made the family cultivate high, Luo Zhuo turned around, took out all the wine jars just now, and piled up half of the courtyard.

"Sit. The down-and-out scribe said indifferently, making Luo Zhuo a little flattered.

He had moved over a stone bench, and as soon as he sat down, he heard the down-and-out scribe speak slowly, "You have done so much to want to know who I am." Trust me, you won't want to know. ”

"Is there anything you can't say about the identity of your predecessors?" Luo Zhuo said strangely.

"Whether you can say it depends on where you are. The down-and-out scribe said indifferently, "You are from the fairy world, there have been no outsiders for many years, you tell me what the situation is in the fairy world now." He held his wine jar in one hand, picked up a Luo Zhuo's wine jar in the other, and poured it into his mouth.

Luo Zhuo knew that he and the others couldn't hide the secret of this down-and-out literati, such a powerful person, who was not an old monster who had lived for countless years, if it was so easy to be concealed, it would be a hell of a sight.

He wasn't sure if this person had ever been to the fairy world or when he came here, so Luo Zhuo told him everything he knew about the fairy world five thousand years ago.

The down-and-out literati was a good listener, he listened with peace of mind, neither interrupted Luo Zhuo, nor asked any questions, and when Luo Zhuo finished speaking, his expression did not change much from before, and his eyes became brighter because of drinking a few jars of wine.

"There are many disturbances, and sure enough, they never stop. The down-and-out scribe said mockingly, "Boy, which sect are you a disciple of?" Old Man Yuan's eyes are too high, and he is actually impressed by you?"

Luo Zhuo's body refining is he can see through, but he can't see what the bottom is, although the body refining is more difficult to see, after all, if you don't do it, the strength of the body is difficult to see at a glance, but that is for ordinary people, this down-and-out scribe realm is extremely high, naturally it can be seen that Luo Zhuo is taking the path of body refining, and his cultivation is just a heavenly immortal, but he can't see what Luo Zhuo's body refining is coming from.

Zixiao refining this kind of exercise, except for those who have seen it with their own eyes, others don't know, although the realm of this down-and-out scribe is high, but I have never seen other people who practice Zixiao refining form.

It's just that he didn't know, he also looked away, Luo Zhuo still has Qi cultivation on his body, but his true yuan is usually scattered in the primordial realm, even if the cultivation of this down-and-out scribe is much higher than him, he can't see through the current primordial realm.

"The sect of the younger generation is called the Kunlun faction, not the West Kunlun of Dongsheng Shenzhou, but a small sect, and the seniors should not have heard of it. Luo Zhuo didn't hide it, since he had already planned to open a sect for the Kunlun faction, then of course he would not hide the name of the Kunlun faction anymore.

The down-and-out scribe suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he stared at Luo Zhuo, "You said you are a disciple of the Kunlun Sect?"

"It's not. Luo Zhuo said. "I am the current head of the Kunlun faction, not a disciple. ”

"You attack me, use the Dao method of the Kunlun Sect!" the down-and-out scribe said in a deep voice.

"What?" Luo Zhuo was a little puzzled, and paused for a moment.

"Hmph. The down-and-out scribe snorted coldly, his hand moved slightly, and the wine in the wine jar turned into a sharp sword and slashed towards Luo Zhuo.

Luo Zhuo subconsciously raised his arm, punched out, and with a bang, he withdrew straight for dozens of feet. Before his body could stand firm, another water arrow appeared, and he punched one after another, blocking the water arrows inspired by the down-and-out scribe one by one.

"You're not the Kunlun Sect's Dao!"

"How did the seniors know that I wasn't the Dao of the Kunlun Sect?" Luo Zhuo frowned.

"How do I know?" said the down-and-out scribe, standing up suddenly, and laughing, "How do I know? The wine jar in his right hand has been put down, his right hand has become a sword finger, a sword light appears on the sword finger, and with a movement of his wrist, a set of sword techniques has been cast.

Luo Zhuo was dumbfounded, what this down-and-out scribe used was the authentic swordsmanship of the Kunlun Sect!

"Imperial Sword Technique?" Luo Zhuo exclaimed, of course he would not admit the imperial sword technique he had been immersed in since he was a child, this down-and-out scribe's imperial sword technique was much more proficient than him.

"Use your swordsmanship. The downcast scribe said in a deep voice, sword light flying and circling around his body.

Luo Zhuo was upright, the momentum on his body changed, the true yuan had already gushed out from the primordial realm, and a sword light appeared in front of him, which was also used in the imperial sword technique, and he was with the down-and-out scribe.

The moves of the two were exactly the same, as if they had practiced thousands of times in the same class, and it took a whole hour for the two to receive the moves at the same time.

"I don't know what the relationship between my predecessor and my Kunlun faction is?" Luo Zhuo asked with curiosity and closeness in his eyes.

"How many generations are you the head of the Kunlun Sect?" the down-and-out scribe asked without answering.

"The ranking of the younger generation in the Kunlun faction is the Xuanzi generation. Luo Zhuo said that Luo Zhuo does not have a Xuanzi in his name, but he is indeed a Xuanzi generation under the Taizi generation in the Kunlun faction.

"Xuanzi generation, then you can call me Uncle Ancestor. The down-and-out scribe said indifferently, although it was still cold, but there was still a slight change in his tone.

"Uncle Ancestor, seniors?" Luo Zhuo said in surprise, after entering the immortal realm, he had never seen any of the predecessors of the Kunlun Sect who had ascended, he had doubted all kinds of possibilities, he didn't expect to meet a master uncle here, when he was in the Kunlun Sect, he had not seen the people of the ancestor generation, since he could remember, the elders were only his master's generation, and he had never seen the portrait of this person in front of him, and he was really not sure if this person was his master and uncle. Just the sword art does not prove that Gai Nie's line is also good at sword fighting.

"This seat, Li Qinglian. The down-and-out scribe put his hands behind his back, raised his head to the sky, and said indifferently. (To be continued.) )