There were many guests at a table, so I had to squeeze in.

Chen Ping'an sat between Xiaomili and Chen Lingjun, Chen Qingliu and Xin Ji'an sat on a bench, Jing Hao and Bai Deng, poor Yinlu was in a secret place, and he was able to occupy a stool.

Although Yin Lu was uncomfortable, she could not force anyone to sit beside him. Only the young man in white, who was named Jie Pu, was a sword immortal in Yupu realm full of dragon energy. The rest of Jing Hao, especially the two guests who arrived later, Yin Lu couldn't tell the depth. Since he couldn't see the other party's Taoist practice, he could explain the problem. Yin Lu knew very well how much he had.

Seeing Yin Lu's embarrassing situation, Zheng Dafeng trayed his hands and pulled the Taoist Xianwei into his seat. Yin Lu was quite eye-catching, so he quickly moved to the edge of the bench and asked the other side to leave the wooden hairpin. The Taoist janitor was sitting in the middle. Xiaomili asked the good mountain master with his eyes. Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded. The girl in black stood up and started to work. Zheng Dafeng pushed the plate to Xiaomili. She took out a handful of melon seeds from her sleeve and put it in the plate. Then she opened the cotton bag and poured two packs of dried fish wrapped in oil paper into the porcelain plate. Then Zheng Dafeng placed the plate in the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it.

Not to mention Haoran’s world, there are not many people in the world who dare to treat guests like this.

Xiao Mo had already persuaded Xie Gou to leave, to be precise, he dragged the girl from the sable hat.

Don’t think that Bai Jing can only bluff. If you really want to fight, you will really fight.

Chen Ping'an and Xin Ji'an smiled and said, "Mr. Meiqin, let's have tea here first. When we go up the mountain to drink later, the place will be spacious."

Xin Ji'an picked up the tea bowl and smiled and said, "It's okay, this is very comfortable."

Being used to his military career and because of his personality, Xin Ji'an has never been a fairy master like Jing Hao.

When Jing Hao heard the name "Mr. Meiqin", he trembled his hands as soon as he picked up the bowl, and his heartstrings became tense instantly.

If you want to talk about Haoran’s name and the name “Meiqin”, there are not a thousand or hundreds. But who else can a “Mr. Meiqin” who can travel to the desolate mountain with Chen Xianjun?!

Xin Ji'an glanced at Jing Hao, who had already guessed his identity, and smiled and said, "On the way I came, my friend talked to me about the belongings of Qinggong Mountain, but I don't think so. Of course, this is your housework, and I am an outsider, so I have no idea."

Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly.

I remember that a sage in the Confucian Temple once commented on Xin Ji'an in this way, with praise and criticism in his words.

When his handsome talent swept through the sky, he was just arbitrary, no one dared to say that he was wrong at all.

Simply put, when he was leading troops to govern the country and pacify the world, no one else would talk nonsense.

Chen Lingjun's mind was not on the elegant young monk, busy whispering to Chen Zhuoliu. Good buddy, let's use tea instead of wine, one by one.

Chen Qingliu picked up the wine bowl and drank tea and showed the momentum of drinking hard. Chen Lingjun drank it all, wiped his mouth, and let out a scream, and he was happy.

Xin Ji'an picked up the dried fish in the stream, chewed it slowly, nodded, "It tastes good."

Xiaomili scratched her face, smiled shyly, and pointed to the rest of the dried stream fish on the plate. "Mr. Meiqin, as well as the tiger on the ground, and the yellow and spicy dice are all delicious."

Xin Ji'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, and indeed reached out to pick up two dried fish in the stream again, "Okay, I'll try them all."

Xiaomi Li also squinted her eyes and smiled.

Chen Ping'an smiled and introduced: "Mr. Meiqin, her name is Zhou Mili, and she is the right guardian of our Luopo Mountain."

Xin Ji'an nodded and said, "I heard from the turbid stream, it's very good. This is the atmosphere that should be found on the mountain. My personal opinion."

Chen Qingliu had previously specifically reminded Xin Ji'an that he is now a shabby scholar from Beijuluzhou, named Chen Zhuoliu. When he arrived at Luopo Mountain, don't miss the situation with fellow Taoist Jingqing.

From the corner of Jing Hao's eyes, he found that Chen Lingjun, who had been grinning, was becoming increasingly unsure of the weight of "Meiqin". He was not sure whether he was studying less and had a big heart, or did he know, and he didn't care? After all, this young boy in green had brought too many surprises to Jing Hao in just a few days. Any normal person seemed to be confused by Chen Lingjun.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, "Jing Qing, do you remember that I told you that there is a friend named Xin who will help you recommend it in the future."

Chen Lingjun, who had already taken off his boots and sat cross-legged, looked confused, "Ah?"

Damn, we have drunk so many drinks and talked about so many things. We have long forgotten them, and we can't talk nonsense that we remember, don't you embarrass me?

Chen Qingliu raised her sleeves, put her fingers together, pointed at the white bowl on the table, and said with a secret code, "Cup, before you come!"

"You've understood it if you said this earlier. Remember, why don't you remember it!"

Chen Lingjun slapped his knees, laughed loudly, and gave Mr. Meiqin a thumbs up, "Brother Xin, there is a hand on the table, this is it!"

That is, you sit far away, otherwise you have to pat your shoulder to show your respect.

Xin Ji'an smiled and said, "Don't take it seriously if you drink too much."

Chen Lingjun laughed loudly, raised one hand and pushed the door, and was overjoyed, "Brother Chen also said, "You are a person who is drunk. Once, I got drunk on the edge of Song, and pushed the Song with my hand and said, "I pushed it for a long time..."

Xin Ji'an laughed in silence.

As a result, the boy in green was slapped by his master.

Chen Lingjun was disappointed and immediately restrained his smile, "Brother Xin, it's not a joke to you. I can't control my mouth as soon as I drink, don't mind, my family will not speak two words."

Xiaomi Li whispered: "Jing Qing, Jing Qing, you haven't drunk yet."

Chen Lingjun heard his master sighed, "You don't understand now. You meet by chance. When you see each other, you will feel the same way as you drink wine."

Xiaomi Li didn't want to refute Jing Qing in public, but just secretly frowned with two sparse and slightly yellow eyebrows, held up a white bowl with both hands, and lowered her head to drink tea.

Chen Lingjun knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words, turned his head and reached out to block his mouth, and whispered: "Xiaomili, I'll help you find ten riddles after you turn around."

Xiaomili grinned and quickly lowered her head.

Xin Ji'an glanced at the Taoist Imperial Priest who was just drinking tea on his own, and then looked at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly.

Jing Hao was speechless for a long time. The old monk had attended thousands of ceremonies and banquets in his life, but he had never encountered such a "drinking party".

Opposite the table is the Dragon Slaying Man. Bai Deng is facing the enemy to the extreme and has not recovered until now.

Drinking tea with a friend who "there are dragons in the world" is a situation that Bai Deng dared not even imagine.

Yin Lu didn't know that he, the deputy city lord of the Immortal Hairpin City, the Taoist Immortal Wei who was sitting beside him, was the real master of the Immortal Hairpin City, and the master of the Taoist hairpin left in the world.

After drinking tea, they were divided into two groups.

Chen Ping'an and Xiaomili were responsible for taking Xin Ji'an to the mountain and taking a walk to Jiling Peak in Zushan. As for Chen Qingliu, he followed Chen Lingjun to drink near Jise Peak.

A white-haired boy never went to the table, but just squatted at the entrance of the mountain, took out a booklet, and began to record the year, month, day and so-and-so.

Walking on the mountain road of Jiling Peak where Zushi Hall is located.

Xin Ji'an took the initiative to say: "This time, the King of Wuyue Mountain in the Confucian Temple is not the Ancestral Saint, Wen Sheng, nor the Master of the Confucian Temple. The abbot ceremony of the Academy's priest, but the five disciples of the Supreme Saint Master came forward. Their current attitude is a bit similar to your present moment. One of them appeared with me in the wild world this time. He is a beloved disciple whom the Supreme Saint Master did not hide his preference. There is also the one outside the heaven. I heard Chen Qingliu say that you followed the Li Sheng to block the wild world before. You may have met. A long time ago, he was the accountant of the ancient scholars. In addition to his hard academic research, he was also responsible for managing and making money."

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized and nodded, "I just met. At that time, I was unable to recognize the identity of that sage."

If you knew the other party’s identity earlier, and use Chen Lingjun’s wine table jargon, it would be a few words.

In the past, there were two people living next to each other with thin spiritual energy on the wild land.

Before leaving the temple, the big bearded man found an iron sword, a tall crown, put on a Confucian shirt, and held a sword with a crown.

Xin Ji'an gathered together three thousand broken poems, picked a long sword from the wall, and rushed to the wilderness with his friends.

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Mr. Meiqin, I have drunk wine later. Can I ask you for a copybook?"

Xin Ji'an shook his head and said, "Master Chen Shan, just drink wine."

When I arrived at Baiyu Square outside the Master Hall of Jiling Peak, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and Xin Ji'an looked at the magnificent scene from a distance.

Xiaomi Li found that the Good Man Mountain Master seemed to be waiting for something. When Mr. Meiqin moved silently, the Good Man Mountain Master looked a little disappointed?

You understand, the good mountain master wants to fight poetry?

Haha, Wei Shanjun said that the limerick of the good man Shanzhu is a great example!

They followed the mountain road to Jise Peak. Chen Ping'an was embarrassed to take Xin Ji'an to his bamboo house "study room". Zhu Lian came forward to help the mountain owner entertain the rare guests.

The wind passes through the courtyard, and the iron horses under the eaves are like neighing.

Xin Ji'an, who had previously said that he was not drinking, served a few dishes of wine and dishes by the old chef wearing an apron, said with a stern face, "You don't need fairy brews on the mountain, but you can cook the earth in the market."

Except for the millet grains that were eating melon seeds, they all drank a little drunk. Xin Ji'an asked with a smile: "Does the content of that copybook be checked out old words from the pile of old papers or improvised new words?"

Chen Ping'an felt a little embarrassed.

Isn’t this because I think that old and new words can be found?

It's just a trivial matter of getting an extra piece of blank rice paper.

After all, Xin Ji'an was not familiar with the temperament of the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, so he said to himself: "Then it's the old word."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Just one sentence."

Xin Ji'an said in confusion: "What sentence?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and looked at Xiaomili, making a gesture of holding a cup in one hand and twisting his wrist with the other hand. It was like a riddle. Xiaomili thought about it for a moment and knew the answer. He immediately raised his hand, "I know I know that the good mountain master hopes that Mr. Meiqin will write a sentence in six words!"

The dragon in the poem Xin Ji'an.

I have really written too many popular and wonderful poems, both heroic and graceful.

Xiaomi Li moistened her throat, straightened her back and gave the answer loudly: "Looking at the sword while drunk!"

Xin Ji'an was silent for a moment and smiled and said, "Then please don't bother Mr. Zhu to cook two more dishes and get two more jars of wine."

Chen Lingjun was full of energy and took his new and old friends to his house to drink. It was a rare opportunity.

Before climbing the mountain, he spoke a few words with Zheng Dafeng, and asked him to say a few good words to Wei Shanjun and ask for a few jars of fairy wine wine. The more famous the better, the more expensive it is, it doesn’t matter whether it is expensive or not. Anyway, he can spend money to buy it from Shanjun’s mansion. The Dafeng brothers are usually unreliable and are still very reliable at critical moments. He nodded and agreed, saying that he would personally deliver it to Mr. Chen on a load later. It is guaranteed that it is all good wine, and it must be the mountain wine wine that has been treasured by the Piyun Mountain Lexi Branch for many years.

In other words, if there are friends present, Chen Ling would have to knock on our brother Dafeng’s legs and rub his shoulders.

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun flew up his sleeves.

Chen Lingjun was so happy to see Chen Zhuoliu and took photos from time to time

He slapped Chen Zhuoliu's sleeves, and tsk, this tendon flesh is very strong. Brother Dafeng said it well. The young man has strong firepower and can make big cakes with his butt.

I just don’t know that Brother Chen, who was a family five hundred years ago, has not found a wife now. It is probably unlikely that he has no money in his pocket and is not strong. He just relies on a brilliant face to deceive those girls who like the novels of talented men and beautiful women at the foot of the mountain. It is not popular on the mountain unless... he looks like Chief Zhou and Mi Jianxian? As for the old chef, it is normal to be a bachelor.
To be continued...