Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 55 Drinking and Eating Meat, Long Time No See (please collect, recommend)

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

Crunch!

At this time, the gate outside the yard suddenly opened silently as the wind swayed his sleeves abruptly.

A small figure twisting a food box happened to appear outside the door, as if it was pushing the door open with its body.

It is the returning wind vial.

"It's so slow to buy food, apprentice, you can't do it." Feng Buping said, and at the same time stroked the small bottle of Feng that was about to fall due to the opening of the door.

But as he seemed to be talking gently, the other hand, which was often holding the wine jug, became vacant at some point, and just happened to pass the food box from Feng Xiaoping's arms.

"Close the door, lest this smell go to that hypocritical temple, those bald people are the most annoying." Feng Buping said, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.

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

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

"Brother, go to Guannei and watch for me. Be careful, the master has eaten up all the food. I bought the roast chicken from Zuixianglou today." Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xiaoping had disappeared without a trace.

"This doesn't look like Taoism at all." Zhou Yu looked at the subtitles in astonishment, always feeling that neither the uncle nor the younger brother was a decent person.

He is not at all as immortal as Uncle Ziyang in Ziyang Temple, on the contrary, he is more like a Taoist priest of wine and meat in the world, more vulgar than ordinary people.

"It's unfortunate for the master." Zhou Yu sighed inwardly. With Uncle Feng's appearance, even if he is extremely skilled, he is short of gold and silver, so how can there be any good things for him.

"How can the roast chicken in Zuixianglou be compared to the spiritual tea in Ziyang Temple..." Zhou Yu, who was walking towards the temple, suddenly moved his nose, and there was a spicy and crispy taste , suddenly floated.

"..."

"Uncle Shi, wait for me." Zhou Yu hurriedly strode towards the temple. He doesn't like mountain delicacies and seafood in his life, but he can't miss this spicy fragrance.

Entering the temple, I saw that Feng Buping pulled out an incense table from nowhere and used it as a dining table.

At this moment, the lid of the box was opened, and in addition to the delicious appetizers, there was a plate of roast chicken that looked like spicy crispy chicken in the middle.

The color is golden, when the skin is cut open, an indelible fragrance wrapped in hot air immediately spreads out.

"Nephew, how do you think this family's fireworks are compared to the elixir in the mountains?" Zhou Yu hurriedly walked over to the side and was about to pick up his chopsticks. Suddenly, the opposite wind was uneven and he asked. When he saw it, he took a big gulp. Wine is very chic and uninhibited.

"I like to be vegetarian, but I also often eat meat. Whether it is the elixir in the mountains or the taste of the world, my nephew only wants to like it." Facing the soul torture, Zhou Yu opened his mouth without thinking.

Back then, when I just went up the mountain, I ate chicken soup, and the whole Yijian Immortal Sect praised him after hearing about him.

At this time, facing Uncle Feng, who seems to like to eat and drink, it's not easy.

"I really like it." Feng Buping heard the words, and really fell into a short thought.

"Come on, drink." After a while, he raised his head and felt depressed, with a look of deep affection.

"But what about the cup?" Seeing Feng Buping's unshaven face, who didn't even wash his mouth for many days, Zhou Yu was very disturbed.

Although most of the practitioners are pure and clear, but my master uncle, presumably, has reached a certain level of cultivation and began to return to basics, which makes people unbearable to look at.

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

But in the blink of an eye, it was placed in front of the three of them, making Feng Buping, who was about to tear the chicken legs apart, froze suddenly.

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

"What a clever little ghost." Zhou Yu praised the small bottle of wind that had just taken out the washed knife from the storage bag at this time.

"Senior brother came here this time and also contributed such a rich dinner, so I would like to respect senior brother here." A moment later, when the grilled chicken was cut, Feng Xiaoping took a peek at Feng Buping who had already started to eat the chicken, and said to Feng Buping. Zhou Yu blinked.

It seems that, senior brother, I can only help you so far.

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

"My junior brother is also a master who collects money and handles affairs. I don't know how much hard work he has endured at such a young age to develop such a clever temperament." Yu sighed.

He felt that he should flatter his uncle. After all, he had to rely on others for the rest of the day.

When the time comes to throw him a tragic task, will he accept it or not?

After all, before coming here, Chang Leke had secretly disclosed Master Ziyang's thoughts, saying that his opportunity to practice the Five Elements Festival might fall on Master Feng.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu immediately picked up his glass and toasted Feng Buping. Fortunately, although his uncle was poor-looking, he was not as particular about rules and regulations as Ziyang's uncle.

This dinner was quite hearty.

It seems that when eating, the more unruly you are, the more delicious you will eat. I think it's because of the word restraint.

At first, Junior Brother's wine was finished, and then Master Feng's wine came.

I don't know where the wine came from, but after drinking it in one gulp, both the body and the spiritual power in the body seemed to be affected at the same time.

It became dull, like some kind of special precipitation.

In short, Zhou Yu was drunk.

Come to this world, the first real drunk.

You must know that after practicing, the monk's body will automatically refine the impurities in the body, and always keep it clean.

Even for skilled fighters, their body's digestion ability is extremely powerful, and it is rare to be intoxicated by alcohol.

Let alone a cultivator.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng's rather dilapidated pot contains rare spiritual wine. Its power is really terrifying, comparable to Erguotou."

thump.

"Master, brother is drunk." Seeing Zhou Yu flopping down on the table, Feng Xiaoping smiled triumphantly.

Finally there is someone worse than him.

puff.

"You still want to eat chicken?" Looking at the drunken one and one young, Feng Buping glanced at the large plate of roast chicken left on the table, and when his eyes swept over the two, there was a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

Taking another sip on his own, Feng Buping took out the crumpled letter from before from his chest.

With a pinch of two fingers, he pulled out a purple talisman in the envelope, and with a flick of the wind, he saw the talisman fly by itself. With a hazy purple light flashing by, the image of Ziyang Daoist who was far away in the Ziyang Mountains suddenly appeared in the field of vision. middle.

"Junior Brother Feng, long time no see."

　Tomorrow, double update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)