"Feng Buping, Feng Xiaoping, what's the relationship?" Looking at the swaying Feng Buping, Zhou Yu smiled in astonishment.

Crunch!

At this time, the door outside the yard suddenly opened silently as the wind suddenly waved his sleeves.

A small figure twisting a food box happened to appear outside the door, looking like he was pushing the door open with his body.

It was the returning Feng Xiaoping.

"It's so slow to buy food, apprentice, you can't do it." Feng Buping said, while stroking Feng Xiaoping with his hand, who almost fell because of the door opening.

But as he seemed to be speaking gently, the other hand that usually held the wine bottle became free at some point, and happened to pass the food box from Feng Xiaoping's arms.

"Close the door to prevent this smell from spreading to that hypocritical temple. Those bald men are the most annoying." Feng Buping said, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.

"Come, nephew, get ready for dinner." On the way, Feng Buping raised the food box in his hand to Zhou Yu who was in a daze.

"Huh." Outside the door, Feng Xiaoping closed the door angrily and ran quickly to where the kitchen should be, shouting as he ran.

"Brother, go to the temple and help me keep an eye on it. Be careful, the master has eaten all the food. I bought the roast chicken from Zuixianglou today." Before he could finish his words, Feng Xiaoping had already disappeared.

"There's nothing Taoist about this." Zhou Yu looked at the subtitles in astonishment, feeling that neither his uncle nor his junior brother were serious people.

He is not at all as celestial as Master Ziyang from Ziyang Temple. Instead, he is more like a fair-weather Taoist priest in the human world, more vulgar than ordinary people.

"The master is unfortunate." Zhou Yu sighed inwardly. Master Feng looks like this. Even if he has a high level of cultivation, he is short of gold and silver. How can he get anything good?

"How can the roast chicken in Zuixianglou compare to the spiritual tea in Ziyang Temple..." As he was talking, Zhou Yu walked towards the temple. The tip of his nose suddenly moved, and there was a spicy and crispy taste.

, suddenly floated.

"..."

"Uncle Master, wait for me." Zhou Yu quickly strode into the temple. He didn't like mountain delicacies or seafood, but he couldn't miss this spicy aroma.

Once inside the temple, Feng Buping had taken down an incense table from somewhere and used it as a dining table.

At this moment, the lid of the upper box was opened. In addition to the delicious snacks, what was placed in the middle was a plate of roasted chicken that resembled spicy crispy chicken.

It's golden in color, and when you cut into the flesh, a hot air is wrapped in an indelible fragrance, and it immediately overflows.

"How do my nephew think this person's fireworks compare to the elixirs in the mountains?" Zhou Yu hurriedly walked over to the side and was about to take the chopsticks. Suddenly Feng Buping asked him, and when he looked at it, he took a big gulp.

Wine is very unrestrained and unrestrained.

"I love vegetarian food but also often eat meat. Whether it's the elixir from the mountains or the taste of this world, my nephew only wants to like it." Facing the torture of his soul, Zhou Yu opened his mouth without even thinking.

I remember when I first went up the mountain and took a sip of chicken soup, the entire Yijian Immortal Sect heard about him and praised him.

At this time, facing Uncle Feng, who seemed to have a taste for food, he couldn't just pick it up easily.

"I really like it." Hearing this, Feng Buping fell into a brief thought.

"Come on, let's drink." After a moment, he raised his head and sighed, looking completely emotional.

"But where's the cup?" Looking at Feng Buping's unshaven face and his miserable appearance, who hadn't even washed his mouth for many days, Zhou Yu felt uneasy.

Although most people who practice cultivation have a pure and clear body, it seems that my master uncle has reached a certain level of cultivation and has begun to return to his original nature, which is unbearable to look at.

Fortunately, at this moment, the clever and cunning junior brother ran in from the kitchen and saw a palm-sized wine bottle in his arms, as well as three pairs of bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses.

But in the blink of an eye, it was placed in front of the three people, and Feng Buping, who was about to tear the chicken legs with his hands, suddenly froze.

"Master, you eat the vegetables first, and I'll help you cut the chicken pieces." Feng Xiaoping had a hint of cunning in his eyes, and with his small palm, he took out a pair of chopsticks and put them in Feng Buping's hand, and at the same time pushed them away.

"What a clever little guy." Zhou Yu praised Feng Xiaobo as he took out the washed knife from the storage bag.

"This time, senior brother came and contributed such a rich dinner. I would like to toast to senior brother." A moment later, when the roast chicken was cut, Feng Xiaoping took a peek at Feng Buping, who had already begun to eat the chicken.

Zhou Yu blinked.

It seems that again, senior brother, I can only help you until now.

"Okay." Zhou Yu nodded, picked up the wine glass, and the two of them took a sip.

"My junior brother is also a master who collects money and knows how to get things done. I don't know how much hardship he endured at such a young age to develop such a clever temperament." Putting down the wine glass and looking at Feng Xiaoping, whose face was slightly red, Zhou said

Yu sighed.

He felt that he should flatter his uncle. After all, he would have to rely on others for the rest of his life. If he didn't understand, he would be annoyed.

When the time comes, he will be given a tragic task, and he will accept it or not.

After all, before coming here, Chang Le had secretly revealed Uncle Ziyang's thoughts, saying that his opportunity to perform the Five Elements Sacrifice might have fallen on Uncle Feng.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu immediately picked up his cup and toasted to Feng Buping. Fortunately, although his uncle was miserable, he was not like Uncle Ziyang, who was particularly particular about rules at certain times.

This dinner was quite hearty.

It seems that the less disciplined you are when eating, the more delicious the food will be. I guess this is probably due to the word "restriction".

At first, Junior Brother’s wine was finished, and then Uncle Feng’s wine came.

I don’t know where the wine came from. After drinking it, both the body and the spiritual power in the body seemed to be affected at the same time.

It becomes dull, and it seems like some kind of special precipitation.

In short, Zhou Yu was drunk.

Coming to this world, my first real drunken experience.

You must know that after practicing practice, the monk's body will automatically refine the impurities in the body and always remain pure and free of dirt.

Even for a martial artist with profound kung fu skills, his body's digestive ability is extremely powerful, and few wines can be intoxicating.

What's more, it's a cultivator.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng's rather shabby pot contained rare spiritual wine. Its power is indeed terrifying, comparable to Erguotou."

thump.

"Master, senior brother is drunk." Feng Xiaoping smiled proudly as he watched Zhou Yu fall down on the table.

Finally there is someone worse than him.

Plop.

"Do you still want to eat chicken?" Looking at the drunken boy and girl lying on the ground, Feng Buping glanced at the large plate of roast chicken left on the table, and there was a hint of contempt in the corner of his mouth as he glanced at the two of them.

After taking another sip to himself, Feng Buping took out the wrinkled letter from before.

With two fingers, he pulled out a purple talisman from the envelope. Feng Buping flicked it and saw the talisman fly by itself. As a hazy purple light flashed by, the image of Ziyang Zhenren, who was far away in the Ziyang Mountains, suddenly appeared in the temple.
Chapter completed!