Under the lush peach grove of Pinhen Mountain, Taoyao laid out a table of spicy hotpot and invited the God of Wealth to have a feast.
When she really sat down, she realized that something was wrong. She wanted to invite the God of Wealth to go up to the Mountain of Sin, but why didn't any of the four senior brothers object? Could it be that in the Holy Land of Kunlun, only the disciples in the mountain were not allowed to visit at will, but the people outside didn't care?
In other words, Le Zhengling is different?
Thinking of this, the smile on Taoyao's face became more and more flattering: "Brother Xiao Jun'er, you're welcome, just eat~"
This Malatang was the result of several years of research on her part. She originally planned to coax the old master, but she didn't know that the master couldn't come out of seclusion so far, which gave the God of Wealth an advantage.
However, the soup is delicious, but the taste is a bit heavy. One sip will not only make you fly, but it will almost make you fly. This conclusion is not that she is bragging, but that she is happy and not tearful.
Certification, no one can be deceived.
Le Zhenglingjun glanced at the red soup, shook the peach blossom wine in his hand, smiled and shook his head: "Wine is enough."
"Brother Xiao Jun'er, could it be that he doesn't like the seats I prepared?"
"No. I have only been abstaining from grains for a thousand years, and I am not used to tasting grains."
Tasteless.
While Tao Yao sighed, she picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in her mouth to chew. Her mouth was filled with oil. She couldn't hide her satisfaction and said, "I can do a little bit of fasting, but I really have no interest in this kind of self-abuse practice.
"
"Self-abuse?"
How can ordinary people understand her realm? It would offend the God of Wealth, so some words should be limited to just a few words.
"Brother Xiao Jun'er, how about the peach blossom wine I brewed?"
"It's good, but a little sour."
This statement immediately made Taoyao unhappy.
"Acid? Where is it sour?"
Yue Zhenglingjun raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the large snowfield. While sipping his wine proudly, he said quite comfortably: "Little apprentice, I am a piano player, so I know the feelings in all things best. Your wine,
Just like the music at the fingertips of a musician, if the musician's heart is miserable, then the music at his fingertips will also be full of sorrow."
Taoyao dropped her chopsticks and snatched the wine cup from Le Zheng Lingjun's hand: "Whether you like to drink or not, no one wants to invite you to drink!"
"..."
"Why do the wines I make taste sour? It's obvious that you've become more depressed when you drink them, but you rely on my wine to be bad. It's really shameless."
Le Zhengling, who was robbed of his wine, was shocked at first, then burst into laughter, and bowed to Taoyao: "Okay, okay, it's all my brother's fault. I will apologize to you here."
In addition to being generous and wealthy, this man also has good character.
He is not too young, but he is willing to let a young girl rub his nose and face. He has no bad habit of relying on his old age and showing off his old age. He is a pleasant old man.
She handed the wine cup back to Le Zheng Lingjun.
As soon as Le Zheng Lingjun got the wine cup back, he was afraid that she would snatch it back again, so he drank it all in one gulp, smashing his mouth and muttering: "Good wine, good wine~"
He was the one who said the wine was sour, and he was the one who enjoyed drinking it. This guy is really interesting.
"If you like it, I will send you ten altars in a moment."
"really?"
"nonsense."
Under the peach tree in front of the Immortal Gate, she buried peach blossom wine. If there were not a hundred jars of peach blossom wine, she might as well have ninety-nine jars. If she gave away ten jars of wine, why would she be reluctant to part with it?
Besides, moderate investment in the God of Wealth is to obtain more generous returns. The happier the God of Wealth is, the happier he will be when distributing wealth in the future.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it is inevitable that one will feel melancholy.
Yue Zhenglingjun's eyes were blurred, and he sighed at the desolation of the mountain: "I haven't been to Pinhen Mountain for hundreds of years, and when I come back, I still feel lonely."
"Brother Xiao Jun'er, have you ever been to Pinhen Mountain?"
"I used to come here often."
often?
This word is quite unusual, because even the four leaders of Tumi Palace do not dare to say that they can come to Pinhen Mountain often. Why does Le Zhenglingjun have it?
Sensing Taoyao's curiosity, Le Zhenglingjun asked: "Do you think it's strange?"
"Um."
Le Zheng Lingjun raised his chin slightly and pointed to his face with a hint of complacency: "How?"
"ha?"
"How does it look like?!"
"..."
The God of Wealth asked this question, so Tao Yao naturally had to answer it well. She looked up and down and looked up and down. If temperament was put aside, Le Zheng Lingjun's appearance could only be rated as acceptable. It was not handsome, but it was better.
many people.
However, since the God of Wealth dares to ask questions, he obviously has extraordinary confidence in himself.
"hansome!"
"Isn't that right?!" Lezheng Lingjun, who was praised, raised his chin even higher, like a big rooster seeking a mate, "The blood of our Lezheng family is naturally extraordinary."
"Cough." It smells shameless.
Wait, what do we call our Lezheng family?
Tao Yao was instantly shocked: "Did you say that my master's surname is Le Zheng?"
Le Zhengling's face showed disdain: "What else? He is a living person, and naturally he is the son of his father and mother. He can't just pop out of the cracks in the rocks, right?"
"..." No wonder he can call his senior brother by his first name. Le Zhenglingjun is Kunlun's natal family! "Brother Xiaojun'er is the master's nephew?"
"Ahem -" Tao Yao asked Le Zheng Lingjun, who coughed out a mouthful of wine. He almost jumped up to clarify, "I am his brother, half brother from the same father and mother!"
"..."
She really didn't know what to say.
First of all, I felt that the appearance of the two brothers was so different. How could Le Zheng Lingjun be so confident that his appearance was worthy of the blood of the Le Zheng family?
But then, she thought that maybe the difference between the two brothers was not only in appearance, but also in IQ.
She is the disciple of her family's immortal. According to her seniority, she should call Le Zheng Lingjun uncle, but the God of Wealth happily accepted the title of "Brother Xiao Jun'er", not caring that she was inexplicably demoted to a higher level.
Isn't there something wrong with this behavior? What is it?
Forget it, if there was nothing wrong with him, how could he casually give her a jade pendant related to the financial power of the Yue Zheng family as a meeting gift as soon as they met?
But why does she feel that the jade pendant has become a little hot to touch?
Thinking that she would marry the Immortal in the future, then everything in the Lezheng family would be hers. How could she squander the things in her own family so casually?
Tao Yao held her forehead and let out a long sigh.
"My little apprentice can't stand the loneliness of this mountain either?"
"Ah? Oh, yes, I can't stand it." She couldn't stand it, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her god liked to torture himself. Even if she didn't like it, she could only accompany him to torture him.
Yue Zhenglingjun smiled slightly: "In the past, he didn't like loneliness at all."
"Eh?"
"I think that when he was not a fairy in the scenery, he also loved to go to the human world and do whatever he wanted. The first time I bumped into him in the human world, he was sitting in a teahouse and listening to people singing songs."
As he said that, Yue Zhenglingjun winked at Taoyao: "Little disciple, do you know how I felt when I saw him secretly reading the storybook for the first time?
Obviously, he always has a cold face in front of others, but secretly reads about men and women behind his back. The gap between him and others cannot be explained to outsiders. "
Outsiders may not know, but she knows it clearly.
After all, the lady has passed away, but Jing Zuili’s script is still there.
Thinking of this, Taoyao took a deep sip of peach blossom wine.
Le Zhengling was thoughtful and asked in a low voice: "So the little apprentice's peach blossom wine is full of sourness because the little apprentice knows that Xichen likes to read story books because of a certain person?"
Damn it, even if he is the God of Wealth in the world, she still wants to give him a good beating.
However, Le Zhengling knew that she was unhappy, and insisted on not opening and picking up which pot. He could only hear him sigh quietly: "Unknowingly, Lord Beiming, who wrote the storybook, has been gone for a thousand years."
"..." If looks could kill, Taoyao would definitely give this guy a blow.
However, Le Zheng Lingjun still laughed foolishly. He blinked and asked jokingly: "Little disciple, do you think Lord Beiming is really dead?"
"ha?"
Her heart suddenly hit the bottom, and Tao Yao's face also sank.
She couldn't help but wonder, if she raised a knife against Yue Zhenglingjun, would the immortal in her family's seclusion immediately come out of seclusion to save his brother?
"Ah ha ha..." Le Zheng Lingjun burst into laughter, "Little apprentice, you are so interesting."
"..." This is teasing her like a cat!
"Okay, okay~" Le Zhenglingjun waved his hand, "Beiming Lord is dead, and he is completely dead. It will not prevent you from plotting against my brother at all."
Tao Yao didn't want to talk anymore, so she simply buried her head and ate the spicy hotpot. Otherwise, she would not have killed Le Zheng Lingjun, or at least beat him until his parents would not recognize him.
Unknowingly, a pot of peach blossom wine was finished, and a table of spicy hotpots were also finished. The slightly tipsy Le Zhengling raised his eyes shrouded in mist and said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that Xichen is not here.
"
After eating and drinking, Taoyao planned to take revenge.
"Brother Xiao Jun'er, are you the Fu Di Mo?"
"ha?"
However, Taoyao nodded to herself, and reached out to pat Lezheng Lingjun on the shoulder, showing an expression that said she understood everything: "It's not that my brother has a crush on his brother. I'm not a mediocre person, so I won't."
Discriminating against you."
"..."
Ask him to tease her. Is she that easy to tease?
Yue Zhenglingjun shook his head and finally admitted defeat and said: "You little disciple really doesn't want to suffer. However, I talk about him not because I admire him privately."
"if not?"
Yue Zhenglingjun took out a music score from his sleeve and handed it to Taoyao: "I recently got inspired and composed a piece of music. I wanted to meet him again this time and play it for him to appreciate, but I didn't know that he was in retreat."
Tao Yao flipped through it casually, but she recognized the music score, but she didn't recognize the music score: "Does it sound good?"
"It's a proud work."
Taoyao was noncommittal.
She has seen too many braggarts. For example, when she first wrote the online article, she also felt that the works she wrote were ancient masterpieces, but in fact they were worthless.
Yue Zhenglingjun suddenly said with great interest: "Little apprentice, Xichen is not here, how about I play it for you?"
"I don't care. Don't think you're playing the piano against a cow. That's all."
Yue Zhenglingjun smiled: "I don't know how to make wine, but I know that my little apprentice's wine is full of sadness. I think that my little apprentice doesn't know the music, but he can understand the love and hate I hide in the music score."
Love or hate? Does he think he is a famous actress in Tsing Yi?
But it doesn't matter, if someone is willing to help her relieve her fatigue, why should she refuse him thousands of miles away?
"please."
Yue Zhengling couldn't hear Taoyao's accusation that he was a singer in a restaurant. He conjured up a guqin with a dignified expression, then placed the guqin on his knees, raised his hand and started playing.
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