Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Isn't Mrs. Golden Snake a snake? Is this considered seafood?"

Obviously, for a cool guy like Zhou Li, only Tang Wan, a cool guy, can keep up with his pace immediately.

“Is this a seafood problem?”

Cen Shu said in shock.

"What kind of wine is red wine?"

Zhuge Qing on the side began to think subconsciously, and Cen Shu's eyes suddenly became much more complicated when he looked at her.

Taoist priest, please don't, I'm afraid.

In fact, before going to Taiying with Zhou Li and his party, Cen Shu had not very good sense for Taoist priests. The profession of Taoist priests is a model for subduing monsters and eliminating demons in history and stories. If you don't catch two monsters and build a monster locking tower all day long, you feel like you are incompetent. Although Longhushan is famous for not caring about things, Zhuge Qing's identity is here. It is normal for Cen Shu, a monster, not to have a good impression of her at first.

Until she discovered that Zhuge Qing might be the last normal person besides Yun Baibai.

but···
Seeing Zhuge Qing discussing with Zhou Li whether the wine made from red rice was rice wine or red wine, Cen Shu began to feel an inexplicable fear.

Will I become abnormal in the future?
Just when Cen Shu's heart began to collapse, Zhou Li was already walking upstairs with a glass of grape wine and a false and insincere smile. Tang Wan on the side was holding another glass of grape wine with a smile on his face and followed Zhou Li.

As a banquet that barely has class written on its face, the nine-story Jin Xu Diao Building obviously won’t let everyone move forward. At least you have to have your own identity.

The King of Han was currently on the fourth floor, and the people standing with him were all dignitaries, at least not young men in their twenties or thirties.

On the third floor, people with a slightly lower level gather together, but they all have their own official status, and they all have family backgrounds to support them, so they can be considered to have a certain degree of power.

The second floor started to be more general, with people from the world of quacks, scholars, and elderly people. These people had some status, but there were not many, and they couldn't be allowed to hang out with the local dogs on the first floor, so they were arranged on the second floor.

As for the first floor...

As I said, a bunch of local dogs.

Liu Si, who was kicked out of his mental retardation by Tang Wan, was also one of the native dogs.

Therefore, in the context of the feudal system of the Ming Dynasty, it was difficult for a person on the first floor to walk upstairs with peace of mind. Identity, status and ability determine too many things, and also tie these people to their own floors.

Zhou Li doesn't count.

Tang Wan does not count.

Zhuge Qing, who was filming behind him, doesn’t count either.

The captain of the Three Thousand Battalion didn't know how many lifetimes of sin he had committed. Among the countless tasks today, he chose the poor job of looking at the stairs.

In fact, he was quite pleased with it at first. Compared with his colleagues who came and went at night, he only had to look at the stairs. If he met someone who didn't know how to pretend to understand or who really didn't understand and wanted to go upstairs, he would just put out his hand to stop them. It's time to abide by your duties. However, all this beauty came to an abrupt end when he met Zhou Li.

This lump.

No, what on earth are these two lumps?
"Toast?"

The captain looked blankly at Zhou Li and Tang Wan beside him, unable to realize what the other party was going to do.

"Yes, the King of Han's wedding is a happy event, and I must go and propose a toast."

Zhou Li said of course.

No, have you not understood that this is the wedding of the King of Han? It is not a wedding banquet held on the street where ten rich people can go in and eat and drink.

The team leader was about to say something, and then he suddenly realized something.

Not right.

Those who can attend the dinner generally have intelligence that reaches the average level of normal people, at least not too low. If a person can do such an extremely abstract thing in such an occasion, there are often only two possibilities.

The first type is that the opponent is just looking for trouble, and is completely stupid, a sword tomb among sword tombs, and a beast among beasts.

The possibility is not very high. The corps commander has a good eye. He is quite handsome and having a young man with good temperament and appearance around will not be so bored and take pleasure in messing around.

Then there is only the second possibility.

This is the creature that the King of Han personally warned, "Don't touch, don't recognize, don't learn." Zhou Li.

"Please."

Without any hesitation, the team leader turned sideways and said respectfully: "Please go upstairs."

Zhou Li's expression was as if he had been constipated for twelve days and suddenly felt relieved.

Can't go up, can't come down, stuck.

Why don't you stop me? Why don't you let me take the opportunity to make trouble?

Does your Three Thousand Battalion have such a strong sense of self-defense? !

In this way, Zhou Li, who had an expression of "What the hell am I doing?" was invited upstairs, along with Tang Wan and Zhuge Qing.

There was no one to stop me, no stupid fool shouting "I can go where the enemy goes", and no comments from other people.

There are only unobstructed stairs and Zhou Li with a constipated look on his face.

It's over, there's no excuse for revolt anymore.

The King of Han heard Zhou Li's footsteps, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he sat on the sandalwood chair.

Then, he saw Zhou Li, who had been constipated for dozens of days, walking up with a solemn face.

?

Is it so difficult for you to come to see me?
Didn't anyone stop you?
"I wish His Highness the King of Han to be as blessed as the East Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains. May you have this day every day and this day every year."

Zhou Li stepped forward, picked up the wine glass, and said weakly.

"you···"

The King of Han smiled a little reluctantly. Not everyone could bear the sudden turn of the wedding banquet into a birthday party. Especially since Zhou Li was a bit mean-spirited, he added the sentence "Today comes every year", which made the sentence even more interesting.

"please."

Zhou Li weakly handed over the wine.

what?
King Han was stunned.

"I'm here to toast."

Zhou Li gave a forced smile and said, "Here's a drink for you."

The king of Han was silent.

For a long time, he twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to even put on the most forced smile. He took the cup from Zhou Li's hand, placed it on the table nearby, and then threw a piece of flint into it.

boom!
Looking at the pillar of fire soaring into the sky, the King of Han pointed to the fire-breathing wine glass without saying a word, then pointed at Zhou Li, and then looked at Zhu Qianyun.

Zhu Qianyun turned his head and said that he didn't recognize this thing.

Tang Guan on the side showed a relieved smile. She stepped forward, raised her wine glass respectfully, and said: "I wish His Highness the Han Dynasty to be as blessed as the East Sea, and live as long as the Nanshan Mountains. May you have this day and this day every year." "

The King of Han was silent for a moment, then took out a silver needle and inserted it into it.

The first needle didn't go in, it got stuck.

After taking a look at the caked "wine", King Han clicked his tongue and inserted the needle again.

A few seconds later, King Han pointed at the silver needle that started to become colorful, then pointed at Tang Wan in front of him, turned his head and looked at Zhu Qianyun.

"I... our customs in Beiliang."

Zhu Qianyun almost said this through gritted teeth. (End of chapter)