Four plates of side dishes were placed on the small table, and next to the small table was a 50-pound wine jar. Shangguanren held the wine gourd and poured the homemade white wine into the wine jar continuously. The rich aroma of wine was
Filled in this small house, the old Taoist who was addicted to alcoholism kept breathing and was very intoxicated.
After the wine jar was full, Shangguanren covered the wine plug and said 'hearted': "I don't have much wine myself, so you can save some drinking."
The old Taoist smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, the old Taoist drinks one pound every day."
"Fuck!" Shangguan Nengren really wanted to kick him with big feet, but the old Taoist helped so much today. For this reason, he endured it today.
The old Taoist personally sealed the wine jar and placed it in the corner of the wall, sat back and picked up the empty wine bowl, and reached it upwards.
“…”
The young man with the veins stormed and bit his back teeth: "Old man, don't be too shameless!"
"Hehe, this is only once, no one will be used as an example, no one will be used as an example." The old Taoist clearly said that he was going to bully Shangguan Nengren today, so who asked him to seize the handle of Shangguan Nengren!
"After today, you'd better forget this, otherwise don't blame me for smashing your Qingyun Temple!" Shangguan Nengren gritted his teeth and poured wine for the old Taoist. This wine bowl can hold a pound, so Shangguan Nengren
Very distressed.
The old Taoist picked up the wine bowl and sipped it, and immediately sighed: "Good wine! It's so good wine! It's rich in spiritual energy, and it's really extraordinary."
"Hmph!" Shangguan Nengren took the wine gourd and drank it into his mouth, saying, "You old man who is addicted to alcohol and you will definitely not be able to prove the truth."
"Haha, the old Taoist knew that there was no hope of enlightenment. He simply enjoyed a lifetime of wealth and honor, and lived forever after death." Although the old Taoist laughed, there was only a hint of helplessness and sadness in his laughter.
For cultivators, who doesn’t want to become an immortal? But now the spiritual energy is thin and the great way is chaotic. It is even more difficult to achieve enlightenment than a poor boy from a mountain village who has never studied to become an emperor of a country.
Difficult. With thousands of years of history, Zhu Yuanzhang was produced. Difficult! It’s so difficult!
Shangguan Nengren looked at the old Taoist and comforted him: "Don't be too pessimistic. With your current cultivation level, living for another three or five hundred years will not be a problem. Such a long time is enough for you to find the opportunity to attain enlightenment."
"I hope so." The old man sighed and poured a liquor. He laughed and said, "I am drunk today, and I am worried tomorrow. I will not mention those things, drink!"
"I want to eat food."
“…”
After three rounds of wine, the old Taoist put down his empty wine bowl and sighed: "What a great wine! The old Taoist lived to be over 100 years old. After drinking such a good wine today, I realized that what I drank in the past was horse urine."
"I sound familiar to you." Shangguan Nengren poured half a bowl of scrambled eggs into the bowl containing rice and ate them in big mouthfuls: "In many historical time travel novels, pig's feet made white wine for people to taste,
Those people are almost all this line.”
The old Taoist snorted coldly: "How can the old Taoist look at those websites?"
"You know the 'net'."
“…”
"Ah haha. The moonlight is pretty good today!"
“Today is cloudy.”
“…”
The old Taoist coughed dryly and looked stern: "Why do you kid raise ghosts? You still use them on those kids?"
Shangguan Nengren did not hide it: "Those little bastards dare to pierce my tires. It would be great if I didn't kill them."
“…”
The old Taoist was stunned: "How could those little bastards prick your tires?"
"They are all playboys, why can't they do it?" Shangguan Nengren ate the rice in the bowl and made himself a bowl, saying, "Is there little thing the second generation does now?"
"Um..." The old Taoist nodded in agreement: "That's true."
"I am a cultivator. Even cultivators dare to mess with them. I only let them have nightmares for a few days, which is a bargain for them."
"It's true." The old Taoist smiled: "If the old Taoist was young, I would have killed his whole family."
Shangguan Nengren stared at the old man and said, "It seems that you were not a good person when you were young."
"A good person doesn't live long, and it will last for thousands of years! Hahaha...drink!"
"Go to drink your wine jar!"
"mean……"
After eating and drinking at Qingyun Temple, Shangguan Nengren was burping and was about to go down the mountain, but Shouyangzi suddenly pulled the little Taoist boy over and said, "Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
Shangguan Nengren suddenly felt creepy. For the otaku who has been immersed in online novels for many years, for Shangguan Nengren who has read countless novels of the prehistoric gods, the sentence "Fellow Taoist, please stay" is so lethal.
When the gods were enthroned, all monks who heard this sentence were basically either burping or on the list of gods. Their lethality was only under the Western leader Cunti's words, "It's a fate with me in the West." It can be said that if you rub it, you will die.
He died. When he heard this sentence today, the Shangguan Aoshi suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
He turned his head stiffly: "What's the matter with fellow Taoist?"
The abnormal reaction of Shangguan Nengren made Shouyangzi confused, but he did not investigate it deeply. He pulled the little Taoist boy in front of him and said, "My fellow Taoist is extremely strong and is still above my teacher, but I and my teacher's qualifications are
I am shallow and hopeless to achieve enlightenment in this life, but my dog's qualifications are still superior. Today, I am honest and kind to ask fellow Taoists to take dogs as disciples, and I will serve tea and water, wash clothes and fold quilts in the future, so that there will be someone to call me."
"Oh?" Shangguan Nengren looked at Shouyangzi and then looked at the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest may have been done by Shouyangzi to ideological work. Although his face was very bad at this time, he did not refute it.
Shangguan Nengren burped and looked at the old man on the side and said, "Old man, do you have no objection?"
The old Taoist shook the dust and sighed: "As the bad disciple said, the old Taoist and the bad disciple have shallow qualifications, and there is no hope of realizing the Tao in this life. However, the son of the bad disciple is of high qualifications. Although he dare not say that it is difficult to see at first sight, he is also of outstanding qualifications.
The skills are limited, and I am afraid that the pearls will be covered with dust. But you are as qualified as a monster. You have a high level of cultivation at a young age. If you can take some time to train one or two, it will be better than the achievements of the old Taoist I put in my best efforts."
"You said I am a monster?" Shangguan Nengren looked funny.
"If you weren't a monster, how could you be much better than me at a young age?" The old man rolled his eyes and looked like he knew it without making excuses.
Shangguan Nengren sighed and said, "Old man, I am not as good as you."
"Don't be modest, boy."
"I'm not humble, don't believe me, please see." Shangguan Nengren let go of his cultivation: "I'm really not as good as you now."
"What!?" Feeling the cultivation of Shangguan Nengren, the old Taoist was shocked: "Your cultivation level! How could you retreat so much?"
The capable people with only 10% of the cultivation level are now only e-level cultivators. They may be a little stronger than Shouyangzi, but they are definitely not as good as the old Taoist. This is also the reason why the old Taoist is shocked.
"The practice has gone wrong, and the cultivation level has declined." Shangguan Nengren shrugged and said, "The technique I practice is a bit profound. I don't have a master, so I'm exploring my own practice. There was a small problem some time ago, and this is the only thing left.
I will cultivate it, so you should train yourself, a treasure disciple! I dare not mislead others' children."
"This..." The old Taoist and Shouyangzi were stunned.
The little Taoist boy breathed a sigh of relief and said proudly: "Dad, you see it! It's not that I don't want to become a disciple, but I really don't have a master to worship. You can't force me to do this!"
"This..." Shouyangzi looked at the old Taoist, who shook his head: "Since that's the case, let it go!"
"That's what it should be." The little Taoist boy smiled and pointed at Shangguan Nengren: "You evil thief, don't think you can be my master if you look good. You are still far from it!"
Crack-
Shangguan’s talented man was sneered and sneered: “Boy, don’t be so arrogant. Even if some people’s cultivation level is regressing, they are not something you can afford to provoke!”
"You...what do you want to do? Don't come over...wow! Dad, help me!"
“…”
He slapped the little Taoist boy hard and went down the mountain with satisfaction.
The little Taoist boy lay on the ground, his butt swollen, and tears of humiliation flashed in his eyes: "War thief, wait for me, I will definitely take revenge!"
...
When Shangguan Nengren arrived home, his parents were playing mahjong with his sisters Shangguan and watching the Spring Festival Gala. Seeing this scene, Shangguan Nengren remembered last year's New Year's Eve. At that time, the family was also playing mahjong, but the people who played mahjong were different.
At this moment, Shangguan Nengren missed Li Bingjie very much.
Last year, today, the peach blossoms in this door were red in the faces of people, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze.
"Bingjie..."
In Qingyuan County, dozens of miles away, Li Bingjie was sitting in the living room with her parents watching the Spring Festival Gala. It was a sketch program, which made the family of three laugh. At this time, Li Bingjie suddenly felt something and her heart was pounding: "Brother...
…”
"Do you miss your brother?" Suddenly hearing his daughter call her brother, Sun Xifang smiled slightly: "My daughter is so old."
Li Bingjie blushed, stood up and ran back to her room, closed the door, picked up her cell phone and called Shangguan Nengren.
Because Li Xinhong was going to the bathroom, Shangguan Nengren had just replaced her and suddenly received a call from Li Bingjie. Shangguan Nengren felt warm in his heart: "Hey, Bingjie."
"Brother, what are you doing?" Li Bingjie's voice is always so clear and pleasant, and Shangguan Nengren is particularly comfortable in body and mind: "Haha, are you playing mahjong! Where are you?"
"Well, I'll watch the Spring Festival Gala with my parents... I miss you."
"I miss you too." Li Xinhong walked out of the bathroom, Shangguan Nengren stood up and walked into his bedroom. Seeing this, Shangguan Yi and Li Xinhong showed relief in their eyes, but the Shangguan sisters were extremely envious.
After all, there is only one real concubine of the Palace, Li Bingjie. They are already very satisfied that they can follow Shangguan Nengren.
This time, Shangguan Nengren and Li Bingjie chatted for more than an hour. Although they were only separated for a few days, they had a lot to say because of their longing. In the end, they forgot the time until Shangguan Nengren's mobile phone prompted the battery.
Not enough, then he ended the call reluctantly. Before hanging up, Li Bingjie explained that she would come to North China for the New Year with her parents and grandma tomorrow, and she would go to Guan Nengren to wait for her. She would wear the most beautiful clothes to return to him.
ps: Thanks to the 'Angel' for rewarding 100 starting points coins.