There are many guests at one table, so we have to squeeze in.
Chen Ping'an sat between Xiaomi Li and Chen Lingjun, Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian sat on a bench, Jinghao and Bai Deng, and poor Yinlu didn't know what was going on and was able to monopolize a bench.
Although Yinlu felt uncomfortable, he could not force anyone to sit next to him. He could only see that the young man in white with the Taoist name Cao Jun was a Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal full of dragon energy. The other Jing Hao, especially
It was the two Luolu Mountain guests who arrived later, but Yinlu couldn't tell the difference. Since he couldn't see the other party's behavior, it spoke volumes. Yinlu knew exactly how much he weighed.
Seeing Yinlu's embarrassing situation, Zheng Dafeng held the tray with both hands and pulled the Taoist priest Xianwei to sit down. Yinlu was still a bit discerning and hurriedly moved to the edge of the bench and let the gatekeeper with a wooden hairpin on his head and a Taoist costume sit.
In the middle, Xiao Mili asked the good man Mountain Master with his eyes. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded. The little girl in black stood up and started to work. Zheng Dafeng pushed the plate to Xiao Mili, and she took out handfuls of melon seeds from her sleeves and put them on the table.
In the plate, he opened the cotton satchel, poured two packages of dried fish wrapped in oil paper into the porcelain plate, and then Zheng Dafeng placed the plate in the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it.
Let alone the vast world, there are not many people in the entire world who dare to treat guests like this.
Xiaomo had already persuaded Xie Gou to leave, or to be precise, he had dragged the girl in the mink hat away.
Don't think that Bai Jing can only bluff. If he really wants to fight, he will really fight.
Chen Ping'an and Xin Jian smiled and said: "Mr. Mei Qin, let's drink tea here first, and then we will go up the mountain to drink. The place will be spacious."
Xin Jian picked up the tea bowl and said with a smile: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable."
Accustomed to the military life, and due to his personality, Xin Jian has never been like the immortal masters like Jing Hao.
When Jing Hao heard the name "Mr. Mei Qin", her hands shook as soon as she picked up the bowl, and her heart strings suddenly tightened.
Speaking of Haoran, there are hundreds to hundreds of scholars with the nickname "Meiqin", but who else can be the "Mr. Meiqin" who can accompany Chen Xianjun on a trip to Luolu Mountain?!
Xin Jian glanced at Jing Hao, who had already guessed his identity, and said with a smile: "On the way here, my friend also talked to me about the ownership of Qinggong Mountain, but I didn't take it seriously. Of course, this is your family matter, and I am not alone.
Outsiders have no way of commenting."
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.
I remember that a sage once said this about Xin Jian in the Confucian Temple, with mixed words of praise and disdain.
He is a handsome man who dominates the world, but no one dares to say that he is not good at all when he is just acting wantonly.
To put it simply, when he is leading the troops to fight and govern the country and bring peace to the world, others should stop nagging.
Chen Lingjun's mind was not on the elegant young monk. He was busy winking at Chen Zhuoliu. Good friends, let's have tea instead of wine and go one by one.
Chen Qingliu picked up the wine bowl and drank tea as if he was drinking water. Chen Lingjun drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and let out a sound, happily.
Xin Jian picked up the dried fish from the river, chewed it slowly, and nodded, "It tastes good."
Xiaomi Li scratched her face, smiled shyly, and pointed at the other types of dried fish on the plate, "Mr. Mei Qin, as well as the Pochihu and Yellow Spicy Ding, they are all quite delicious."
Xin Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled. As expected, he reached out and picked up two dried fish again, "Okay, I'll try them all."
Xiaomi Li also squinted and smiled.
Chen Pingan smiled and introduced: "Mr. Mei Qin, her name is Zhou Mili, and she is the right protector of our Luolu Mountain."
Xin Jian nodded and said: "I heard Zhuoliu say, very good, this is what the mountain should have. Personal opinion."
Previously, Chen Qingliu had specifically reminded Xin Jian that he was now a shabby scholar from Luzhou, Beiju, named Chen Zhuoliu. When he arrived at Luopo Mountain, he should not slip up to Taoist fellow Jingqing.
From the corner of Jing Hao's eyes, she spotted Chen Lingjun, who kept grinning. She was even more uncertain. Did he not know the weight of "Meiqin" at all? Did he have little education and a big heart, or did he know it and not care? After all, this kid in Tsing Yi, here
In just a few days, Jing Hao had so many surprises that it seemed that any normal person would be confused by Chen Lingjun.
Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Jingqing, do you remember that I told you that there is a friend named Xin who will help you introduce him in the future."
Chen Lingjun, who had already taken off his boots and sat cross-legged, looked confused, "Huh?"
Damn it, we've had so many drinks and talked so much, I've forgotten it a long time ago, and I can't just pretend that I remember it, aren't you embarrassing me?
Chen Qingliu raised his sleeves, put his fingers together, pointed at the white bowl on the table, and said with a smile: "Cup, come here!"
"If I had said this earlier, I would have understood. Remember, why don't you remember!"
Chen Lingjun slapped his knees, burst out laughing, and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Mei Qin, "Brother Xin, there is a hand on the wine table, and it's this one!"
That is to say, sit far away, otherwise you have to pat the shoulder to show respect.
Xin Jian smiled and said: "You're drunk, don't take it seriously."
Chen Lingjun laughed heartily and raised one hand as if to push the door open. He was so happy that he said, "Brother Chen also said that you are an average drinker. Once, you fell drunk and pushed Songbian away with your hands. He pushed it for a long time...
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Xin Jian laughed dumbly.
As a result, the boy in green was slapped by his master.
Chen Lingjun was annoyed and immediately stopped smiling, "Brother Xin, I'm not laughing at you. I can't keep my mouth shut when I drink. Don't mind. My family doesn't speak the same language."
Xiaomi Li reminded softly: "Jingqing Jingqing, you haven't drank yet."
Chen Lingjun imitated his old master and sighed, "You don't understand, you're a gangster. When you meet by chance, you feel like old friends at first sight, just like drinking fine wine."
Xiaomi Li didn't want to refute Jing Qing in public, but secretly frowned with two sparse and yellowish brows, picked up the white bowl with both hands, and drank tea with his head down.
Chen Lingjun knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words, turned his head and put his hand to his mouth, and whispered: "Xiaomili, I will help you find ten riddles later."
Xiao Mi Li grinned and quickly lowered his head.
Xin Jian glanced at the Taoist priest Xianwei who was just drinking tea by himself, and then looked at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan nodded lightly.
Jing Hao was speechless for a long time. The old monk had participated in thousands of ceremonial banquets in his life, and he had never encountered such a childish "drinking party".
Opposite the table is the man who slayed the dragon. Bai Deng was at the extreme point of facing a powerful enemy, and he still hasn't recovered yet.
Drinking tea at the same table with an enemy who "kills dragons wherever there are dragons in the world" was a situation that Bai Deng could not even imagine.
As for Yinlu, he didn't even know that he, the former deputy city lord of Immortal Hairpin City, and the Taoist priest Xianwei sitting next to him were the real owners of that Immortal Hairpin City, and even more so the owner of the Taoist hairpin left in the world.
After drinking tea, we divided into two groups.
Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mili were responsible for taking Xin Jian around the mountain to take a walk around Jiling Peak in Zushan Mountain. As for Chen Qingliu, they followed Chen Lingjun to the nearby Jise Peak for a drink.
A white-haired boy never served the table, but squatted at the mountain gate, took out a book, and began to record the year, month, day and so-and-so.
Walking on the mountain road of Jiling Peak where the Patriarch Hall is located.
Xin Jian took the initiative and said: "This time the Confucian Temple canonizes the Five Mountains Mountain Monarch of Aquarius Island, it is not the Yasheng, Literary Sage, or the leader of the Confucian Temple. The Academy offers wine and they are the abbot of the ceremony, but the five disciples of the Holy Master come forward.
Their current postures are somewhat similar to yours. One of them appeared with me in the wilderness this time. He is a beloved disciple of the Holy Master who has made no secret of his partiality. There is also the one from outside the world.
, I heard Chen Qingliu say that you followed Li Sheng to stop the barbaric world. You may have met each other before. A long time ago, he was the accountant of those ancient scholars. In addition to studying hard, he was also responsible for managing and making money.
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Chen Ping'an suddenly understood and nodded, "It was just a face-to-face meeting. At that time, the junior failed to recognize the identity of the sage."
If the identity of the other party had been known earlier, using Chen Lingjun's wine table lingo, it would be a few words higher or lower.
Previously, on the wild land, in a place with thin spiritual energy, two people lived next to each other in a thatch.
Before leaving the dojo, the bearded man found an iron sword, put on a crown, put on a Confucian shirt, and wielded the sword.
Xin Jian gathered together three thousand heads, took off a long sword from the wall, and rushed to the hinterland of the wilderness with his friends.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Mr. Meiqin, after we have a drink later, can I ask you for a copybook?"
Xin Jian shook his head and said: "Master Chen, just forget about drinking."
Arriving at the White Jade Square outside the Jilingfeng Patriarch Hall, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and Xin Jian leaned on the railing to overlook the magnificent scene.
Xiao Mili found that the owner of Haorenshan seemed to be waiting for something. When Mr. Meiqin silently moved away, the owner of Haorenshan looked a little disappointed?
Got it, the good mountain master wants to compete in poetry?
Oh, Wei Shanjun said, the limericks of the good mountain master are one of a kind!
They walked along the mountain road to Jise Peak. Chen Pingan was too embarrassed to take Xin Jian to his "study" in the bamboo building. Zhu Lian came forward to help the mountain owner entertain the rare guests.
The wind blows through the courtyard, and the iron horses under the eaves seem to be clanking and neighing.
Xin Jian, who had previously said that he did not drink alcohol, said with a straight face after the old cook in an apron brought a few plates of food to go with wine, that there was no need for the fairy wine from the mountains, just local cooking.
In addition to eating millet grains of melon seeds, everyone was slightly drunk. Xin Jian smiled and asked: "The content of that copybook was based on old words from the pile of old papers, or was it an improvisation of new words?"
Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.
To be continued...