"Master, you have a lot of food here, it's very rich..." Liu Jinyuan had a smile on his face and looked gentle, but his eyes were looking at the various foods placed on the Wu Yan's picnic tablecloth.

The red wine in the goblet looks very elegant.

Although it is just the most ordinary glass cup in modern times, the goblet of this glass product is naturally a priceless treasure in this ancient plane.

"If you want to eat, just sit down..." Looking at the appearance of Liu Jinyuan and Lin Yueru, how could Wu Yan not know what they were thinking? There was a smile on his face.

While speaking, he put his palm behind him and took out two goblets, of course, and bowls and chopsticks.

At this time, Lin Yueru walked behind Wu Yan curiously to see where he took out these things.

However, what surprised Lin Yueru was that there was no mystery behind Wu Yan.

Wu Yan's palm was behind him, obviously empty-handed, but every time he got it in front of him, there was something.

It is hard to imagine that Wu Yan had empty hands and no place to put things on his body, but so many things were taken out like magic.

"Hey, Wu, are you all these things transformed by magic?"

After watching it several times in a row, but still couldn't understand how Wu Yan came out. Lin Yueru couldn't help but ask in her desire for knowledge.

"Yes, Master, my cousin Yueru and I clearly see that you have empty hands. Where did you take these things out?" Liu Jinyuan learned from Wu Yan's appearance, took a goblet and gently sipped the red wine, and then asked.

"Who said I didn't bring anything? The food and clothing I brought was enough for me to use it for a year, but I have a trick, well, spell, you should have heard of it?"

Regarding Liu Jinyuan and Lin Yueru's inquiry, Wu Yan replied that they could not understand magic, and it was appropriate to use magic to explain it.

"Put Sumeru into Mustard Seeds? I didn't expect that Master, do you have such legendary magic?" Liu Jinyuan said in surprise when he heard this, and suddenly realized.

No wonder the master didn't bring anything, but there were a wide variety of things.

"Put Sumeru into mustard seeds? What does this mean?" Lin Yueru next to him asked, looking like she couldn't understand at all.

If Liu Jinyuan read a lot of books since childhood, then even if Lin Yueru practiced martial arts since childhood, she really didn't understand these literary things.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Liu Jinyuan explained the meaning of this sentence to Lin Yueru, which is that in the legend, a Mount Sumeru could be stored in a small mustard seed.

"So you have such a spell. Then you keep watching my cousin and I work so hard that we are tired and exhausted..." After understanding, Lin Yueru shouted to Wu Yan.

"Okay, now I hold my food and drink my wine, but I still scold me..." Wu Yan rolled her eyes at Lin Yueru's words and said angrily.

"But..." Wu Yan's words made Lin Yueru very angry. She felt that she was exhausted and was just carrying something on her back. He was completely watching the show.

"Hahaha, there is wine here..." However, Lin Yueru was about to speak, but before she could say it, suddenly, a long laugh sounded.

Immediately, a figure fell from the sky. After pinching a sword technique with both hands, a huge wine gourd quickly shrank with his spell and hung around his waist.

Looking at the man who fell from the sky, he was about 40 or 50 years old, he gave people a sense of sloppy and sloppy feeling. He was carrying a long sword on his back and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. His expression was a bit drunk, but it made people feel unruly and free and carefree.

"Hehehe, good wine glass, what a beautiful wine..." After falling down, the man's eyes were attracted by the red wine in Wu Yan and his goblets like a magnet. His eyes lit up and he said in admiration.

While speaking, he directly grabbed the wine glass in Wu Yan's hand.

"A sword cultivator, and he is addicted to alcohol?" Wu Yan's heart moved when he looked at the man falling from the sky.

Looking at the palms that were grabbing at his wine glass, Wu Yan's hand holding the wine glass shrank slightly, just in time for the other party to catch it.

"Huh? You guys have some tricks."

Although he just took action at will, he could avoid it. The man with three-point drunkenness exclaimed and said in surprise.

"Are you asking you to be Taoist Master Mo Yixi?" Wu Yan asked seriously after looking at the man in front of him.

"Huh? You little baby actually recognize me?" The man said in surprise when he heard Wu Yan's words.

"It's him, the Wine Sword Immortal!" After hearing the man's words of admitting, Wu Yan's conjecture was confirmed and he murmured in his heart.

Unexpectedly, by chance, I would encounter the Jiujianxian falling from the sky.

"Hey, boy, since you recognize me, you will know that I have a good wine in my life. Just as the wine in my gourd has been drunk, I will come down when I smell your wine fragrance. How about giving up a little?" He shook his waist, which was already empty, and the wine sword fairy looked at the wine in Wu Yan's glass with his eyes shining.

Wu Yan was thinking about the purpose of contacting Li Xiaoyao and the others? Of course, he wanted to use Li Xiaoyao as a bridge to get in touch with Shushan more, and to see what the sword cultivators in Shushan are like, and what the scene is like with swords entering the Tao.

Now, since I met the Jiujianxian, Wu Yan certainly wanted to have a good relationship with him.

"Meeting is fate. Since you want to drink, Master Mo, Wu will naturally not be stingy. Please...", pointing to the half bottle of red wine on the tablecloth, Wu Yan invited.

"Okay, it's good!" When Wu Yan was willing to invite himself to drink, Jiu Jianxian laughed and said.

He was not polite as he spoke, and reached out to grab the remaining half bottle of red wine and took a sip.

"This wine is more sweet, but it doesn't taste much. It's a bit like a wine that women drink." After smashing his mouth a few times, the Jiu Jianxian looked a little disappointed and shook his head and said.

"Master Dao wants strong wine? I have one here too!" Seeing that Jiu Jianxian didn't like low-alcohol red wine, Wu Yan smiled slightly and turned around and took a bottle of white wine.

The alcohol concentration of white wine produced in modern society is around 50 degrees, and compared with the wine on ancient planes, it is naturally a strong wine.

"You guys, the wine bottle is exquisitely made, but I don't know how the wine inside tastes." He reached out to take the bottle of white wine, and the wine sword fairy gently scratched the fingers, and the bottleneck was cut off directly, as smooth as a mirror.
Chapter completed!