Chapter seven hundred and eighty seventh
Seeing Uncle Shi's state, he is addicted to alcohol again.
Aunt Yunxia rolled her eyes at him:
"Brother Tang, drink less.
Drinking so much alcohol every day, how can your body bear it?"
The uncle laughed, poured himself a cup, and took a sip:
"Yunxia, you don't understand this.
Wine is food and essence. The more you drink, the younger you become.
And I also have a nickname, Southwest Tumbler..."
When my uncle said this, I smiled and said nothing.
Uncle Shi has a good drinking capacity, but is he known as the "Southwestern Tumbler"?
Even if you brag, you don't make a draft.
For at least ten days in a month, my uncle drank until he fell unconscious...
Master Yunqing laughed "haha" a few times and filled himself a cup:
"Brother Huxiao, here's a toast to you."
Uncle Master welcomes everyone who comes. He has no other hobbies but drinking.
The food arrived soon.
It's quite rich, with more than ten dishes.
Everyone was eating and chatting about the Dao Alliance Conference.
The door was pushed open, and Lao Mo appeared at the door with a smile:
"Sorry, I went to have my car repaired, so I'm late."
"Old Mo here!"
I pointed to the empty seat next to me.
Lao Mo nodded and walked over directly.
"Xiao Mo, didn't you already say that we would have lunch for your aunt and Master Yun Qing?
Why are you still late?
I’ll punish myself with three glasses of wine first.”
Uncle Master spoke seriously.
When it comes to drinking, Uncle Shi is rightly speaking.
I have a thorough understanding of wine culture...
Lao Mo didn't say anything, and drank all three glasses of white wine "gu dong gu dong".
After that, my uncle didn’t care about us either.
He kept chatting and drinking with Master Yunqing.
One cup or two, drinking wine is like drinking water.
How could Master Yun Qing withstand such an attack from his uncle? Less than twenty minutes after the banquet started, he was already in trouble.
The eyes are red and dizzy.
At this moment, Master Yunqing was given another drink by his uncle. Master Yunqing shook his head and then said:
"Brother Huxiao, although you and my junior sister have known each other for many years.
But we meet so late!
To tell you the truth, this Dao Alliance Conference is definitely the grandest event in recent years.
It is also a great opportunity for the younger generation.
If you grasp it well, the reward will be so big that it will make all the major forces jealous.
These young people have grasped it, Ken, and they will definitely be able to go up a few more steps!"
Master Yun Qing spoke very loudly.
Me, Lao Mo and Qiu Xi all heard it.
At this moment, everyone subconsciously looked at Master Yun Qing.
Aunt Yunxia also became curious.
Master Yun Qing is the great elder of the Qingcheng Sect and a high-ranking member of the Taoist Alliance.
He knows far more inside information than Yunxiagu.
Uncle Master was stunned for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Brother Yunqing, what a great opportunity, tell me about it?"
Master Yun Qing drank too much and burped:
“Every young generation participating in the alliance this year.
There will be a simple trial test.
According to the results, corresponding spiritual grass pills will be given as gifts.
Even though they are just simple spiritual herbs, they are definitely of the highest quality.
After taking it, it can help improve your cultivation level.
As long as you know these things, don’t tell anyone else!
The outside world still doesn’t know that this is a special program for this alliance..."
The three of us juniors were all a little excited when we heard that there was such a good thing.
After all, who would dislike being evil?
But in addition to these, Master Yun Qing went on to say:
"But it's not the highlight.
I, let me tell you Brother Huxiao."
"Brother Yunqing, tell me!"
The uncle held the wine and continued to listen.
Aunt Yunxia doesn't treat us as outsiders, nor does she stop Master Yunqing.
Master Yun Qing raised his head and took another sip of wine:
"Nowadays, Taoism has developed.
It looks calm on the surface, but in fact the various factions are secretly competing with each other.
This alliance will not only deal with the rise of the three major cult forces.
There will be a huge gamble among the major forces.
In the Taoist world, more than a dozen forces are participating, and each will bring out a treasure.
From secret techniques, magic weapons, elixirs, etc.
The content is a competition between the younger generation of disciples.
Whoever wins gets the stuff.
Brother Huxiao, do you think this is a great opportunity for the younger generation?"
Master Yun Qing was drunk when he finished speaking.
Listening to this, Lao Mo and I couldn't help but look at each other.
The alliance actually has a big competition among the younger generation?
And it’s also about gambling between the major forces?
This is really lively.
But I just listened, not too moved.
Uncle Master made it very clear that there is a certain amount of limelight that you can’t get out of if you can.
Master Yunqing was still saying "bah bah bah".
It was probably a small conflict between their Qingcheng sect and the other sects.
So and so, slandering their sect in private.
Who is it? The last time I exorcised evil spirits, I did not work hard, etc.
It really fits the saying, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Contradictions and festivals will appear in any circle, and the circle of practitioners is no exception.
After the meal, we helped Master Yunqing back to the hotel.
Yunxiagu and Qiu Xi stayed in the hotel to rest.
When they got downstairs, the uncle still picked his teeth as if nothing was wrong:
"Return to the Qingcheng faction's senior brother, I'm so drunk that I fell down.
Xiao Qin, Xiao Mo, go back to the shop and drink two kilograms with me!"
Lao Mo shook his head, with a passionate look on his face:
"If I can't get Master, I have to practice.
I want to be there on the day of the alliance meeting.
Killing everyone in the ring has made me the strongest among the younger generation.
Make our sect famous."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by his uncle:
"Prestigious, low-key and low-key.
Each faction has a profound foundation.
This generation of disciples has many talented people.
So, don’t think about being in the limelight.”
Being scolded by my uncle like this.
Lao Mo felt aggrieved and remained silent.
I don't have much interest in drinking either.
I found an excuse and went back to the shop.
As a result, as soon as I walked to the door, a familiar Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped steadily at the door of my shop...
This chapter has been completed!