Tang Ying jumped onto the stool, "Isn't it authentic? When did you think of a slogan for yourself to show off your might?"

Zhong Wumei smiled and said nothing.

Su Changmo looked up and looked serious, "Why did you come to me?"

Tang Ying woke up from a dream and immediately leaned on Su Changmo's shoulder, "Yes, why are we two?"

Zhong Wumei tidied up her clothes and said solemnly: "The wise man doesn't say secret words. Brother Tang is talented and lucky. When he looks in the town, it's like a dragon prisoner. It's not okay to see it. As for Brother Su, I can't see it thoroughly, so I just gambled, although I am not good at gambling. The reason why there is no official family member in this restaurant is because of me."

Su Changmo was silent and Zhong Wumei's eyes were like torches.

Tang Ying was a little embarrassed, not the ones.

Su Changmo picked up the wine that he had never drunk on the table and said in confusion: "Is there a cycle of reincarnation in the world?"

"have."

"Can anyone who has passed away for many years still find it?"

"I don't know. People I know don't have the ability to do this. I don't know whether people standing at higher places can do it."

"After practicing, will there be a lot of time?"

"The king and prince are bone tombs, and the gods and immortals travel in the sky."

Tang Ying listened to the conversation between the two and felt a little sore.

For so many years, the boy in front of him never expressed his longing for his parents to outsiders. Even though the boy himself could not remember his parents' appearance, Tang Ying knew that in his heart, the words he had said as a child took root and sprouted, and flourished: "If there was a chance, they would come to see me, or I would go to see them, and go to the vast land and fall into the underworld, and it would be better to have one side."

Zhong Wumei's words made him see the light.

Tang Ying wiped her face, poured a glass of wine for herself and Zhong Wumei, and said with a forced smile: "Come on, drink, drink, and after drinking, let's ascend to the path of immortality and be immortals."

"What do we need to pay to make friends with you?" Su Changmo came back to his senses and stared at him.

"You should choose a teacher sect, and you should be lucky. Friends are friends. If you drink and walk with you, you will meet each other even though the world is big." Hongxiu raised his glass.

Su Changmo raised his glass, Zhong Wumei turned around, at the door, the boy in black, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a black sword with a slanted back, trying to take a step.

"You're dirty things, you dare to come in!" The man who had just spoken that the young man in the town should not be killed has not left, and suddenly roared.

Su Changmo was shocked, did he have any revenge?

The young man held his feet and was not angry. He stood outside the door with a silent look on his face: "Is there any wine?"

Su Changmo stood up: "Some."

"Get a cup." The boy's eyes looked like water, and he pointed to the sack placed at the door, "Can you sit?"

Su Changmo looked at it. It was the sycamore leaves he swept in the morning and said hurriedly: "That dirty, I'll get you a bench."

Before he finished speaking, the boy was already sitting on the sack, "It's okay, just leave after drinking."

Su Changmo saw that the young man's back was injured by a sharp weapon, and three wounds intersected each other, and the bones could be seen deep.

Zhong Wumei poured wine with a glass of wine, and as soon as she lifted it, she said disappointedly: "Ye, this pot has no wine."

The boy in black turned his back to everyone, and he turned around as he heard the words, stared at Su Changmo's hand and said, "This cup is enough."

Su Changmo was confused and stopped trying to get the wine, looking embarrassed.

The boy's voice was gentle, "If you don't care, just drink a drink, there is no need to worry."

Su Changmo handed over the wine glass, but he was still a little confused after sitting down.

The young man held his knees in one hand and the wine glass in the other. He sat on the sack, using only his mouth to stick wine at a time, and his vision was at the south, where the clouds and sky were connected.

Su Changmo felt a little sad.

Tang Ying shouted a psychopath and pulled Zhong Wumei to tell the story of an immortal. How can he cultivate an immortal?

The boy, who was shining like a god, poured himself a glass of wine and spoke slowly.

Su Changmo's eyes were like copper bells, didn't he say he had no alcohol?

"How to practice specifically? Two days later, the small town formation will be activated. The seeds of Dao have one month to absorb the fortune of the heavenly way. Then each of them will pass on your skills, condense your life talismans, and become a mysterious fetus. This is all a trivial matter."

Clearing his throat, he continued, "What I want to say is my three brothers. What kind of person will they become in the future? Throughout history, thousands of mysterious cultivators have been all ants. There are only five people who come into my eyes. When you start practicing, you will know this sentence: "You can't find it, you can't win, you can't beat it, you can't be beaten, you can't be the most free and romantic." Five people and fifteen words occupy the endless scenery of the ages."

Tang Ying frowned, "Very awesome?"

Zhong Wumei looked contemptuous and said:

Eat clouds and rain, lie down in smoke and clouds, and three-foot sword light, unparalleled in the world, and the female sword immortal cannot find it.

The ten directions of the Tao are discussed, and the voice is higher than the sky and invincible in the world. With the body as the seal, it has been sealed with the underworld for 100,000 years. Monk Honglian cannot win the scolding.

Three thousand righteous gods left the Heavenly Gate, one person held a monument and went far away from the earth, and drank three times. The nine layers of the Heavenly Palace were used as a tomb, which the old Taoist Tianzun could not defeat.

The scholar who stole the world for a day, held a scroll and hanged wine on the shore, and was the most enjoyable trip.

It is indispensable. He is not in the world of fireworks. The young master Chu on earth should be a great romantic.

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Inside and outside the small restaurant, the young men, their eyes are like stars, their minds are yearning for them, and they are intoxicated.

In the guest room, a man in green raised his glass and whispered.

Drink a pot of wine among the flowers together, and there is no end to things in heaven and earth, so let’s watch the romantic life.

Outside the window of the building.

Great sun is brilliant.
Chapter completed!