The sleepy-eyed psychic sect master walked out of the room, and when he saw Ling'er and Qin Feng, his eyes immediately lit up.
But Ling'er clearly felt that the master only had this expression after seeing Qin Feng, and he felt a lot disappointed. I am your most beloved disciple, okay?
The leader of the psychic sect grabbed Qin Feng's hand and said excitedly: "Xiao Feng, it's great that you are here. Don't you know, I will think of you every day."
"Really?" Young Master Qin asked meaningfully, thinking that you would only think of me when you drink.
Ling'er's face turned a bit ugly. People say that the mother-in-law becomes more interesting the more she looks at her son-in-law, but the person in front of her is obviously a master, at most he can be regarded as his father-in-law.
"Of course it is." The leader of the psychic sect vowed: "Xiao Feng, you are a rare visitor. The boss will prepare a banquet for them immediately. I won't come home until I get drunk today."
Ling'er's face turned green. She had to admit that Qin Feng's guess was correct.
She quickly said: "Master, just forget about Jie Feng, we are not outsiders, why should we be so polite."
The master of the psychic sect tightened his expression and said sternly: "How can that be done? This is the first time Xiao Feng has come to our place as a guest. How can it be done if we don't make it rich? People think I don't know etiquette. Stop talking. , that’s it.”
After hearing the master's unquestionable words, Linger felt very sad.
But the person who immediately felt miserable was Young Master Qin, who thought that the master of the psychic sect had said something else: "Xiao Feng, I don't have much Drunk Immortal Wine here anymore. You see, we will eat later, why don't you get some?" The wine came out not because the master was stingy, but because he couldn’t help but drink from those twenty jars.”
Mr. Qin's face turned completely green: "Senior, isn't this good? I'm a guest. Have you ever heard of the principle that guests have to bring their own wine when they come to eat?"
"Hey, I don't treat you as a guest. We are a family, so there is no need to be polite." The old man's expression was very unbeatable.
Damn it, my friend seems to have been fooled.
He said sarcastically: "Okay, you will provide the food and I will provide the wine, but let me make it clear first that each person can only eat a pound and a half at most. More than that is not allowed. Drunkness will harm your health."
The old man was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "No problem, one and a half pounds per person. Our sect has a total of sixty-seven people. How much should we give?"
Mr. Qin was worried about death: "There are sixty-seven people in the Schism sect, why haven't I heard of them?"
"When all the old and young are added together, there is no number sixty or seventy." The old man said with a wicked smile: "Of course, there are only twenty-one cultivators here, and the rest are family members. Xiaofeng, you are our psychic sect. The son-in-law who comes to your home, it’s better not to be too stingy when it’s his first time.”
Ling'er's face also turned green, this was obviously a rip-off.
Mr. Qin hummed: "Senior, are you sure everyone can drink a pound and a half?"
The old man said without thinking: "If you can't drink it, you can give it to me directly, or you can give me all the wine now and I will distribute it."
When I go, senior brother's face is also green. Once the wine is in your hands, no one else can taste a drop.
Qin Feng said shamelessly: "Senior, I'm afraid this won't work. I can only provide one and a half kilograms for each cultivator. Twenty-one people is thirty-one and a half kilograms, and a large jar is fifty kilograms. I'll give you most of the jar, but it's up to you to decide how to divide it."
The eldest brother's face turned completely green. He handed the wine into the master's hand, and the other brothers couldn't even think of taking any advantage.
The old man raised his eyebrows: "Big jar."
"That's right." Mr. Qin said in an angry tone, "The small jar I gave you was a ten-jin jar, and there is a fifty-jin big jar."
This time, it was the master of the psychic sect's turn to turn green. He grabbed Qin Feng's collar and said, "Then why didn't you give me the big jar at the beginning and instead used the small jar to fool me? You're not kind. "
"You didn't raise any objection at the time, and you looked like you were making money from the business."
"Uh." The psychic sect master then realized that he had been fooled. No wonder every time he opened the jar, he felt that it had been filled twice.
Ling'er was laughing among the group. It didn't matter whether she was laughing at her master or her husband.
The old man said shamelessly: "No, you have to give a big jar. Although the others are not cultivators, it is still necessary to taste the drunken immortal wine. You are the son-in-law of our spiritual sect, and it is your first time to visit. Don't be too stingy when visiting."
Young Master Qin was completely defeated by him, nodded and said: "Okay, just one jar, it's all for you."
The master of the psychic sect immediately beamed, as if he had taken advantage of him.
But what Mr. Qin said next made him mad.
Qin Feng's original words were: "Since this is wine for everyone, let's invite everyone to the table. Then I will take out the Drunk Immortal Wine and let everyone drink it together."
The old man's face turned from green to black, and just as he was about to retort, the eldest disciple next to him echoed: "Great, I'm going to inform everyone right now and let them get ready to taste the wine brought by my new uncle. "
The old man's conspiracy was completely shattered, and Ling'er laughed so wildly that her stomach hurt from laughing.
The master of the psychic sect failed to succeed in his treacherous plan, and left in despair, muttering: "The compensation is huge. I didn't get the wine by cheating, and I also lost a table of food. I'll give you a slap on the wrist."
Qin Shao stared at the old man's back with wide eyes, thinking to himself that this guy was too honest, and would change his attitude immediately if he couldn't take advantage.
Ling'er smiled and said, "In the end, my husband, you won, hehe."
His face darkened: "Did I win? I still have to take out a big jar of Drunk Immortal Wine. That thing is non-renewable, okay? I still want to use it to honor more father-in-laws. Now Well, I was deceived by your master again."
"Other father-in-law." The little junior sister's ears immediately stood up, and she hummed: "Are you still planning to seduce other girls? Don't deny it. Sisters at home, your parents have already been taken care of. You will Do you want to bring out the Drunken Immortal Wine for this?"
"You're overthinking." He said firmly, the expression on his face moving in the direction of Brother Liu Xiahui.
"Really?" Ling'er certainly didn't believe it.
"I swear on my own character, it's really you who thinks too much." The oath turned into a serious expression, which is enough to deceive ordinary people.
"Big bad husband, you still have character." This is a sentence with infinite contempt. Although it doesn't sound very nice, it is absolutely correct.
"Uh..." Mr. Qin was speechless and went crazy.
If it weren't for the fact that Ling'er was cute, innocent and invincible, and this was her natal family, Master Qin would definitely have taken her to a small dark room and subjected her to an inhumane treatment.