"Come on, junior brother, drink this bowl of wine! Our senior brother and sister are going to drink and talk happily tonight! Don't let down the kindness of senior brother!"

"Eh, senior brother, this wine junior brother doesn't like to drink!" Murong Lie politely rejected Chen Jiading's kindness.

When Chen Jiading heard this, his face was stunned, and he immediately understood something, and he didn't force the other party, he smiled and said: "Senior brother doesn't like to drink, senior brother doesn't have to force you!"

"Thank you, senior brother, for your understanding!" Hearing this, Murong Lie breathed a sigh of relief, poured a cup of tea, replaced the wine with tea, saluted a glass of "wine" to Chen Jiading, and then drank a cup himself, and then sandwiched a few dishes to eat.

Chen Jiading looked at Murong Lie and said, "I don't know that after the junior brother waits for the end of the martial arts conference, you want to go back to the sect?"

Murong Lie shook his head when he heard this, and said, "I still won't go back to the sect." ”

"Oh, then, what are you going to do?"

"Senior brother, I'm going to go out and have a good time, and I want to prove my true strength!"

"Senior brother, your strength is very good, although in the cultivation of the Qi Refining Realm, it is comparable to the monks of the same level, and it is even better! And what is surprising is that you can actually beat the monks of the Golden Pill across levels! This is quite convincing and shocking!"

"Alas, senior brother, you laughed, this is just my luck! Only with real strength can the other party be completely defeated is the last word!"

"Well, the senior brother is right! It's just that there are all kinds of wonders in these three thousand continents, and you can all do it, junior brother, if you cultivate well, it is the king! If you return to the sect, you will get more resources to enjoy, and your cultivation progress will be faster!"

Murong Lie listened, and didn't do much, and continued to eat his food, not because he wanted to return to the sect, but because he had been kicked out of the sect, and his identity was no longer a disciple of the Qingzong.

If he really went back rashly, the head of the house would definitely be furious, and another burst of anger would blow him out. The consequences at that time can be imagined!

When an ordinary disciple is expelled from the master's sect, he must have abolished all the martial arts foundations on his body and formed a wasted person......

Fortunately, I didn't get this terrible "treatment......

However, what made Murong Lie himself strange was that the senior brother was actually driven out of the sect, why the exercises on his body were not abolished, although he did not practice the supreme divine technique, then the other exercises were also the things of the Qingzong, but he didn't know that the senior brother was ......

But Murong Lie doesn't have much interest in this matter, after all, this is the other party's **, do you have the right to ask?

After eating, I was full.

Murong Lie wiped the dirt from his mouth, and then went to take a bath and change clothes.

The current Murong Lie is wearing a fiery red dress, with delicate facial features, and a lazy atmosphere between his eyebrows, how do he look like a gentleman.

He leaned back in a chair by the window and looked at the moon.

Looking at it, Murong Lie couldn't help but think of the verses of a certain great poet immortal:

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. ”

"Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown......"

The twenty words contain the complexity in Murong Lie's heart at this moment, he came to a new world and survived with a new identity, but regrettably...... He didn't have too much joy!

Along with it, it is cultivation and upgrading, martial arts killing, hegemony, competitiveness and the like, which are born in this world!

In this world, monks run rampant, and the strong are respected. As long as you are strong enough, any power needs to bow down before you, including the supreme imperial power.

But there is no trace of human touch, at most they are the kind of people who are condescending, condescending, doing whatever they want, self-righteous, looking down on others, and bullying those unarmed ordinary people!

Seeing this, Murong Lie's resolute face revealed a helpless expression, this kind of cultivation world should be like this, who has no way to break through this rule of survival of the fittest!

Murong Lie wanted to tamper with this outrageous rule, but he didn't have the strength to bring it down!

Thinking of the helplessness, Murong Lie sighed deeply.

However, at this time, Chen Jiading's voice came: "Senior brother, what are you sighing for? And the poem you just recited is really amazing! I didn't expect that my junior brother would also be so talented! Senior brother admires it so much!"

When Murong Lie heard this, he came back to his senses, turned around to look, and was stunned to see how long his senior brother Chen Jiading had been standing behind him, looking at himself with envy, but the words that came out were full of incomparable admiration.

Hearing this, Murong Lie's face was also extremely embarrassed, he stopped and said, "Senior brother, you laughed, I made up this poem at random, and there is nothing that will never end!"

"Oh, I'll go! Senior brother, you can make up such a convincing twenty-word poem by reciting a poem at will! Senior brother doesn't have such a talent to show! Senior brother, enough is you!"

Murong Lie couldn't cry or laugh even more when he heard it, this poem was not created by himself at all, it was obviously written by a great poet immortal, and he just read these twenty words with emotion, but he didn't expect to be heard directly by his senior brother.

What is even more outrageous is that he mistakenly thought that this poem was created by himself.

This...... Murong Lie didn't know how to get round. This verse was originally recited by someone, and it is not possessed in this world.

I didn't expect to be so easily taken advantage of by myself, and I was sorry for the respected poet immortal.

However, no matter how I explain it, I can't help it, and this poem is not my own at all.

I'm afraid this is an ironclad thing.

Chen Jiading was full of feelings, and hurriedly went back to the room to take the four treasures of the study, and recited this poem to his junior brother and wrote it down seriously.

When Murong Lie saw it, he felt that the earth had turned, I went away, what's wrong with your senior brother!

You let me see this poem, and I can't help but feel sorry for the great poet fairy in my heart!

In desperation, Murong Lie had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and write.

This is at least to let the people of this world know this poem, but they don't know who the real founder is.

However, Chen Jiading continued to immerse himself in the poems recited by Murong Lie, and recited a few sentences from time to time, and couldn't help but praise: "Good poems, good poems!"

Seeing this, Murong Lie helplessly supported his forehead, leaned back on the chair, and slowly admired the moon in the sky, and also chanted involuntarily with Chen Jiading.