That is to say, there are friends present, otherwise Chen Lingjun would have to give our brother Dafeng a leg rub.

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun fluttered his sleeves.

Chen Lingjun was so happy to see Chen Zhuoliu that he took pictures from time to time

He patted Chen Zhuoliu's sleeve and said, "Wow, this tendon is so strong. Brother Dafeng said it well. The young man has strong firepower and his butt can make pancakes."

I just don’t know that Brother Chen, who was from the same family five hundred years ago, has found a wife now. It is probably impossible. He has no money in his pocket and a weak waist. He only relies on a good-looking skin to defraud those who like talented and beautiful women in the mountains.

The little girl in the novel is okay, but she is not popular in the mountains. Unless...she looks like Chief Zhou and Mi Jianxian? As for the old cook, it is normal to be a bachelor and a bachelor.

Although they are all friends, deep down in Chen Lingjun's heart, there is still a clear distinction between closeness and distance.

Chen Zhuoliu, Brother Jia, Bai Mangan, Yujiang's water god brother, Jidu Longting Marquis Li Yuan and others are all Chen Lingjun's best friends.

As for Senior Jing and fellow Taoist Bai Deng, after all, they have just met. It depends on how they drink at the table. Outside the table, people get to know each other over time. No matter what, the more you drink, the more friends you will have.

Chen Qingliu squinted at Jing Hao, who was walking on Chen Lingjun's right hand side, and said with a heartfelt smile: "We meet again."

This Jing Hao still has some brains, and knew to take the initiative to come here to visit Chen Lingjun.

Jing Hao did not dare to reveal the connection between herself and Chen Xianjun on the mountain at all, so she could only answer from her heart: "I never thought that I would be able to meet Chen Xianjun here again, and I would be even happier."

Chen Qingliu twitched the corner of his mouth, seeing how this guy didn't like him, so he started to rub salt into Jing Hao's wounds, "It's just a matter of giving in. He, Chen Ping'an, is just a little Nascent Soul of the Tenth Realm now.

, why should I fight with you, an Ascension Realm monk, but I still keep a distance from you? Haha, your realm is not high, and your tone is loud, how can you bear it?"

Jinghao wanted to speak but stopped.

I really want to be honest, senior, I can do it.

Sword Kai Tuo Yueshan, a city head carver in his forties.

Not to mention falling to the level of Nascent Soul, Chen Ping'an has completely lost his cultivation. I, Jinghao, am on someone else's territory and listen to a few strange words. It doesn't matter.

Chen Qingliu sneered, "It's just that there are two more Ascension Realm sword cultivators from the demon clan around you. What are you afraid of? You didn't take the initiative to provoke Luo Po Shan. Do they dare to kill you with a sword? Do you really follow the rules of the Confucian Temple?

Is it a decoration? Why, you have been lying on the mountain for a long time, and you have mastered the turtle method. You can shrink your head even when you can?"

Jing Hao was silent.

I'm just afraid that if I open my mouth and say something harsh, Chen Xianjun will turn around and sell him out, so I really don't have to leave Luopo Mountain today.

I couldn't believe it before, but now that Chen Xianjun revealed the secret, Jing Hao's heart trembled. Sure enough, they were two Ascension Realm sword cultivators!

The key point is that they are from the wild demon clan.

It is important to know that the Ascension Realm Great Demon in the Wilderness and the Ascension Realm monks from the rest of the world cannot be treated in general terms. This is a fact recognized on the mountain.

Jing Hao glanced at the boy in green beside him. Thanks to this boy, he had the chance to go up the mountain.

I can't attend the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple, but I can go to Luolu Mountain to have a drink. If this spreads, Qinggong Mountain's reputation can be restored a lot.

Chen Lingjun noticed the expressions on Chen Zhuoliu and Jing Hao's faces and asked doubtfully: "Sneaky, what are you talking about?"

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "I dare to have a casual conversation with Master Jing, but I am afraid that if I say something wrong, I will accidentally touch my senior's antagonism, and I will get angry with me."

Jinghao knows its suffering but cannot express it.

Only Chen Lingjun, who was kept in the dark, was still there to smooth things over, and said earnestly: "Don't be like this, we are all friends. We haven't even had dinner at the table, and you are saying such hurtful words? This is not good, listen.

My, hold it back, let’s talk openly after drinking, there is no hierarchy at the wine table.”

At the same time, the boy in green reminded Chen Zhuoliu in his heart, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you about Master Jing's identity and background before? With your level of cultivation, don't say anything outspoken in front of a senior like Jing Hao.

Ascension realm monks all have their own tempers, so listen to me and don't speak so aggressively."

Chen Qingliu said from the bottom of his heart: "I thought that with a mountain monk like Jing Hao as a friend, I would have forgotten about an old friend like me who would be embarrassed even if I took him out to drink."

Chen Lingjun couldn't stand this. He was a little annoyed. He glared and said in his heart: "It doesn't matter who is good or bad, you are the only one who talks nonsense! I will punish myself with three bowls later. Remember to keep up!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Lingjun was still worried that Chen Zhuoliu had a bad temper, liked book business, could not keep his mouth shut, and would easily suffer losses.

"I know how difficult it is to travel alone in the world. I know that you are not very capable, but you have to be pretty."

"So there are some hypocritical things. Do you want me to help you arrange a place for you in Beiyue territory with a genealogy and identity? I won't mention it. But when it comes to fairy money, it is all external possessions. We

After my brothers separated, I have saved some money over the years. You can take it all. As agreed in advance, I will divide it into two parts. One part will be given to you, and the other part will be kept by Bai Man, who is also a good brother. Who will let me?

I don’t have many friends, and I don’t have much money in my pocket, but I still like to pretend to be an uncle, and you two are the only ones.”

"Don't think I talk too much, and don't be embarrassed. We have an unbreakable friendship with the other in adversity. So if you encounter trouble, I will give you both the money and the one I worked for in vain."

I’ll just start saving money again and keep it for as long as I can. If I don’t have enough money, I’ll borrow it from someone. I’m not going to brag. I’m here in Luopo Mountain and I don’t care who I borrow money from.

It’s all a trivial matter, no need to owe any favors. Mr. Wei Shanjun from Piyun Mountain is the one who likes to hold night banquets. I am the only good friend who doesn’t cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper. You can tell yourself.

Look, since my money is your money, does money count as a thing? It must not count as shit."

"Also, I'm just saying that if you encounter something that can't be solved with money, don't hide it from me today. You can't do it and look down on me. Say a word and I will accompany you to leave Luo Luoshan.

, It doesn’t matter even if I go to Beiju Luzhou. I have a lot of friends in the mountains there, and they are all good. I used to think that you are a high-spirited guy. No matter how poor you are, you are still a scholar. You are noble at heart.

, I may not like to hear this, so I am not willing to show you these sentiments that can scare people as soon as I say them."

Having said this, Chen Lingjun gently patted the arm of his friend next to him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I know that asking for mercy from someone, no matter how good the relationship is, will still feel uncomfortable in my heart. Maybe it's just that the better the relationship, the more uncomfortable it will be.

Okay, it’s okay. We’ll have a good drink together when we get to the wine table later.”

Chen Lingjun felt that he was not a fool and that he was not really in trouble. With the stubborn temper of a pauper like Chen Zhuoliu, he would never come all the way across the continent to see him at Luopo Mountain.

Regardless of what others think, Chen Lingjun has always felt that the most difficult thing in the world is to ask a friend to do a favor, which will make the friend feel embarrassed.

Chen Qingliu smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head.

Chen Lingjun slapped the guy's palm away and said angrily: "I'm almost touching myself by talking to you here, so I'm almost moved. You're good, I'm not big or small, I'm looking for a drink."

"How can you not be moved? Brother, I am very moved too."

"Ha, then cry for your brother and hurry up."

Bai Deng, who only dared to follow them silently, his legs were swaying now. This kid in green clothes really dared to talk. Did he really not know how to write the word "death"?

Chen Qingliu noticed the thoughts in his heart, turned around and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you really want to see your ancestors so much?"

Bai Deng was covered in sweat and speechless.

As the son and grandson of a dragon, he has to drink at the same table with a dragon-slaying man.

Those who shouldn't go out of the mountain really shouldn't take this trip outside the mountain.

Pushing open the door of the house, which is never locked, Chen Lingjun led a few friends to sit down at the wine table in the main hall. Soon Zheng Dafeng picked up a load of wine, followed by a girl in a pink skirt carrying pastry boxes and fruit baskets.

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Chen Nuanshu and everyone gave a blessing, put the cakes and fruits on the table, and said: "The immortal masters will wait a moment, and the wine and food will be delivered immediately."

Chen Lingjun's face was full of embarrassment.

Chen Nuanshu glanced at Chen Lingjun and said softly: "Hospitate your guests well."

Chen Lingjun didn't dare to look at her, he just nodded vigorously.

In Luolu Mountain, apart from the old cook, Chen Nuanshu's cooking skills are not bad either. What's more, she also learned a few special dishes from the old cook.

Chen Nuanshu, who was very agile, went to the kitchen of his house and quickly brought a large food box with seven or eight kinds of wine and food, all delicious and delicious.

Leaving the house, she gently closed the door.

Soon the drinking started inside, and the boy in Tsing Yi's loud voice was loud, apparently he was having a fistfight with his friends.

Without even looking, she knew that Chen Lingjun was standing on the bench.

Zheng Dafeng was waiting outside and asked with a smile: "Aren't you angry?"

Chen Nuanshu shook his head gently and said with a smile: "He is rarely busy with business, how can he be angry?"

Zheng Dafeng began to complain, "I heard that at the foot of the mountain, in the small town, Chen Lingjun had several morning drinks."

Chen Nuanshu raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, "I'm too lazy to care about him!"

At the wine table, after three bowls of punishment, Chen Lingjun was already standing on the stool, shaking his hands, "Brother, my heart is connected."

Chen Qingliu waved his hands and laughed and said, "My brother and I are using our brains."

"I'm afraid that my brother will have a hard time, and I won't do anything if he gets beaten."

Listening to these random drunken conversations, Jing Hao and Bai Deng could only stare from the side.

Chen Lingjun and Chen Qingliu started punching each other in small town dialects. They said, "How are you two?", "Five leaders, six or six..."

Chen Xianjun in a green shirt looked around at a loss with his books and swords, but he couldn't do anything, and he put hundreds of thousands of things into two or three cups.

Three thousand years later, a sword flew across the sky, flew across the vast Dongting, and then passed through the Wanqing Mountains of ancient Shu, and came here again, not to slay the dragon, but to get drunk with my best friend, and compete with each other!

On the border between Yuzhou and Hongzhou, on an official road to Yuzhang County, three plainly decorated carriages were inconspicuous.

There was a carriage in the middle. Emperor Song He and Queen Song Mian, both in casual clothes, sat side by side in the carriage. From time to time, she raised the curtain and admired the scenery along the way.

In the carriage at the end were Zhao Yao, the Minister of Justice, who was accompanying him, and Li Baozhen, the first chief officer of Yuzhou's Weaving Bureau, who had arrived halfway.

One is a popular official in the capital, and the other is a local official on the edge of official circles.

Li Baozhen smiled and said: "Thanks to your glory, I can sit down and go on my way."

Zhao Yao smiled and said: "We have to thank His Majesty for his approachability, so that we don't have to pay attention to those red tapes."

Li Baozhen clicked his tongue.

Zhao Yao laughed it off. Although the relationship between the two parties was close, they still had to say a few polite words in official circles.

They are real old acquaintances. They are both children of wealthy families in Fulu Street, Huaihuang County. They are not peers in the strict sense, but at least they are of the same generation.

Over the years, Zhao Yao and Li Baozhen have been exchanging letters.

Li Baozhen said in his heart: "I heard that the imperial meeting in the capital, led by Yuan Zhengding, suggested moving the capital?"

If Da Li really moved its capital to the current capital of Luo Jing, it would really be a disaster for a certain vassal king who is now in the wilderness.
To be continued...