"What a junior! This matter is not over yet. I, Duan San of the Immortal Sword Sect, will definitely remember you!" The chill in Shou Jindan's eyes became even stronger, and after speaking, he turned around and left.
"Disciple Xing Nian of Daming Temple is waiting for you at any time!" Zhou Yang curled his lips and said loudly.
"Brother, my magic weapon, my magic weapon is still on that little bald donkey!" The fat man stopped and shouted urgently.
If it weren't for that set of magical flying swords, he wouldn't have shown his trump card, and he would have been weak for several years. How could he just leave like this.
"You are not as skilled as others, so hurry up and leave. Don't embarrass yourself here!" After Duan Sanding finished speaking, he left without looking back.
"Amitabha, thank you so much for your help!" After the two left, Zhou Yang thanked the young man.
"It doesn't matter. I saw the fight between you two. As a monk, why do you have no Buddha nature at all, and you still have such murderous intent in your body!" The young man looked at Zhou Yang with some fun.
"This..." Zhou Yang was suddenly choked up. He didn't know how to answer, but he was full of curses in his heart.
"Haha, I'm just teasing you. Let's go. For the sake of teaching that guy a lesson, I'll treat you to a drink!" The young man suddenly laughed.
"The monks dare not break the three precepts of meat and meat and the seven precepts. Besides, when it comes to thanks, it should be the junior monk who thanks the adults." Zhou Yang waved his hands repeatedly.
"To tell you the truth, it wasn't me who helped you, but someone else, so there's no need to thank me. Besides, I'll treat you to tea at the head office!"
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. In this way, the young monk invites you to drink tea." Zhou Yang nodded, and then asked Bai Lian to go with him.
He was a little curious, now that Sheri City was in ruins, where did the taverns and teahouses come from.
"What do you call this gentleman?" Zhou Yang asked on the way.
"My surname is Chi." The young man smoothed his two small black beards with his hands and said lightly.
laugh.
"It turns out to be Lord Chi, disrespectful and disrespectful."
"Okay, stop being so hypocritical and relax!" Lord Chi said with a pun.
Zhou Yang's face froze and he stopped talking.
He was very depressed. This guy was a nice guy, but he spoke too directly, and his words had implications. He should have doubts about his status as a monk.
"Just be suspicious if you doubt it. Sooner or later, the secret will be exposed anyway. I hope I can leave here as soon as possible." Zhou Yang thought to himself.
As the three of them walked along, there were busy scenes and dust everywhere. They had to use magic to protect their bodies to isolate the dust.
About half an hour later, they had left the reconstruction area. In front of them was a small river with several bamboo huts by the river.
Zhou Yang discovered that the bamboo used to build those bamboo houses was still fresh and always exuded a faint bamboo fragrance. Needless to say, this is a freshly built house.
There are four sturdy men guarding both sides of the bamboo gate, all of them are masters of the golden elixir.
Zhou Yang also nodded to Bai Lian, and Bai Lian stopped and did not follow.
Entering the bamboo house, Zhou Yang did not find any tea sets. There were at least two wine bottles and several wine glasses on the bamboo table.
After sitting down, Master Chi first filled Zhou Yang with a glass of wine, and then poured another glass himself.
"Sir, didn't you agree to have tea?" Zhou Yang did not touch the glass of wine.
"There are no outsiders here, so be more relaxed. Besides, this is all vegetarian wine." Master Chi raised his wine glass, clinked it with the glass in front of Zhou Yang, and drank it in one gulp.
"Sir, you want this young monk to break his precepts! That's all, just break it once. Who asked you to help this young monk?" Zhou Yang pretended to be helpless and picked up the wine glass to drink. After drinking, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"How is this wine?" Master Chi asked.
"The wine has a sweet aroma and endless aftertaste. It also has a great tonic effect on cultivators like you and me. It is an excellent spiritual wine!" Zhou Yang nodded. He is a good wine person, so he can naturally taste wine. Good cup.
"You also said you don't know how to drink!" Lord Chi covered his mouth and chuckled.
"I..." Zhou Yang was stunned at first, and then his old face turned red.
"This is imperial wine, a wine exclusively for the palace. It is naturally the best." Lord Chi filled Zhou Yang's glass with another one and explained.
"So that's the case, that young monk will be blessed!" Zhou Yang understood that the people around the Tea King should not tell lies.
The other party must have seen through his identity as a fake monk. There is no point in stretching anymore, so just let him go and drink. Don't miss out on good wine.
Then the two of them exchanged cups and started drinking.
As the saying goes, you can betray a person's life by gambling, but you can make friends by drinking. As the atmosphere at the drinking table increased, the relationship between the two became closer and they began to call themselves brothers.
Moreover, the two of them were close in age, had similar cultivation levels, and had a wide range of knowledge, so their conversation was very speculative.
"Brother Monk, do you have something important to do when you come to Sheri City this time?" Lord Chi put down his wine glass and asked.
"Old Chi, look at what you said, who enters Sheru City without their own purpose? They have traveled thousands of miles to come here to do something, whether it is for money or for cultivation, or even for refuge." Zhou Yang took a sip of wine. , after feeling the heat wave in his body for a while, he said.
"Little slippery man!" Lao Chi rolled his eyes at him and cursed. This glance made Zhou Yang feel a little strange.
"Lao Chi, are you a member of the royal family of the Agni Fire Empire?" Zhou Yang put down his wine glass and asked.
"You have pretty good taste." Lao Chi finally admitted.
"And he is a descendant of the Tea King?" Zhou Yang continued to ask.
"Very smart!" Lao Chi nodded.
"That young monk is really disrespectful!" Zhou Yang stood up and saluted in an exaggerated manner.
"Come on, I'll get angry when I see your bald head!" Lao Chi cursed.
"By the way, this wine is so delicious. Can you give me a few hundred bottles?" Zhou Yangshi asked loudly.
"Although your request is excessive, as long as you answer my three questions seriously, I can still satisfy this request!" Lao Chi rolled his eyes at Zhou Yang again and agreed to his request, but also put forward conditions.
Zhou Yang secretly scolded himself for being a bitch, but it was obviously inappropriate to take it back at this time. He rolled his eyes and bargained: "Can't one?"
"No, at least three, otherwise no discussion!" Lao Chi said firmly.
"Okay, but don't make it too difficult!" Zhou Yang said reluctantly.
It seemed that he was risking his life for those hundreds of pots of royal wine, but he was on guard because after such a long conversation, he found that Lao Chi was very shrewd and not easily fooled.
"Okay. First question, are you really a monk?" Old Equator.
"With your intelligence, you don't know why you're asking this question!" Zhou Yang lowered his head and took a sip of wine, but his heart was filled with bitterness, as he secretly thought that a difficult problem had indeed arisen.
"I want you to speak for yourself!" Lao Chi looked solemn.
"No." Zhou Yang answered directly this time, knowing that denying it would be useless.
