Chapter 279

significant.

That's interesting!

These years, anyone is submissive in front of him, and the atmosphere dare not breathe.

Therefore, he can't remember the last time he ate at the same table with others.

Not to mention

Someone else made such a request to drink his wine?

He stopped the guard behind him, looked at Yi Feng with interest, and said, "little brother, you know, my wine is not what ordinary people can drink."

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He wanted to know how the little mortal would deal with his difficulties?

But what he didn't expect was that Yi Feng said easily, "then I'm really not an ordinary person."

"Oh?"

This made the middle-aged man more interested, and youyou asked, "well, why aren't you ordinary?"

"Remember, think of the answer."

"If you don't answer well, I'll punish you for your rashness."

Yi Feng took a bite of food and put it into his mouth. He smiled and said, "do you think if I were really an ordinary person, would I sit at the same table with you?"

Wen Yan.

The middle-aged man was stunned.

When he reacted, he greatly appreciated it.

"Good, good, good is not ordinary."

For a time, looking at Yi Feng's eyes, it became intriguing.

If he thought Yi Feng was interesting before, that's all.

This feeling is like a person. When he sees a mole ant with only meaning, he will observe him on a whim, but after observation, he will no longer have any interest. After all, mole ants are mole ants.

But at this moment, he was really impressed by Yi Feng.

Because Yi Feng's answer is too second.

He solved his difficulties and didn't say anything, but also raised him a wave, but he couldn't refute it.

For if you really refute, don't you belittle yourself?

"Come on, I'll pour you a cup, but only this one." The middle-aged man personally lifted the jade bottle and filled Yi Feng with a cup.

"Good wine."

Yi Feng took a sip and couldn't help admiring: "if you can drink this good wine every day, your life will be too happy."

Hearing Yi Feng's words, the guard behind the middle-aged man was angry.

If the middle-aged man hadn't stopped him, he would have slapped the mortal to death.

I don't look at the person sitting opposite you. His attitude is so disrespectful.

And I don't know how precious that small glass of wine is. Being able to pour you a glass is a blessing from your previous life. Do you want to drink it every day?

It's fantastic.

"By the way, I'm Yi Feng. I drank my brother's wine. I haven't asked my brother's name yet?" Yi Feng asked while eating vegetables.

"There is no path!"

Said the middle-aged man.

"The name sounds good."

Yi Feng nodded and asked, "by the way, elder brother, aren't you a cultivator?"

Huang Wujing glanced at Yi Feng. After a little hesitation, he shook his head and said, "no, I'm not. I'm just a... Well, businessman, yes, I'm just a businessman."

"I see." Yi Feng nodded angrily and said with a smile, "it seems that you should have no spiritual root of cultivation like me."

"Bold!"

This sentence finally made the black guard unbearable.

To say that you have no spiritual root of cultivation is to blind your dog's eyes. If you, a little mortal, know your cultivation, I'm afraid you will be scared to death.

"Shut up."

However, Huang Wujing scolded heavily, "where do you have the share to speak here?"

The guard in black was in a cold sweat and quickly shut up and stepped back.

Huang Wujing said to Yi Feng with a smile, "don't mind, little brother. The guards are not directors."

"It's all right. I'm abrupt."

Yi Feng said carelessly, but his eyes looked at the barren wine pot intentionally or unintentionally.

Scratching his head, he finally asked sheepishly, "brother, is there any way you can pour me another cup?"

"Ha ha ha."

Wen Yan.

Huang Wujing laughed. He really met such an interesting mortal for the first time.

Have to say.

He is very comfortable with this mortal.

At least he can say what he wants and do what he wants. He won't be submissive in front of him like others. He doesn't dare to stand or sit.

As the saying goes, the stronger the strength, the lonelier it is.

So better than him, he would come to such a remote place, sit in a tavern, drink and see the local customs.

At the moment, his simple relationship with Yi Feng made him feel like he had not seen him for a long time.

"Little brother, are you a scholar?"

Huang Wujing looked at Yi Feng up and down again and asked.

"Yes, nor is it. It's half." Yi Feng smiled.

"Well, I'll test you."

Huang Wujing blinked and thought about the problem. He just saw the wine pot placed next to him and said, "the little brother will make a poem with wine in half a minute. If he can make it, you can drink today's wine. If he can't make it, I'll turn my face and don't recognize anyone."

"Wine makes poetry in a moment?"

Yi Feng shook his head and asked, "do you have any more requirements?"

"No requirement, as long as you can make it within the specified time." Huang Wujing smiled.

"If it's so simple, I should have a drink today."

Yi Feng raised the corners of his mouth. Under the dull eyes of Huang Wujing, he took the jade bottle and began to pour wine for himself. He smiled and said, "I know you for the first time, just like an old friend returning home. Drink wine and talk happily, raise a glass and get drunk. "

The voice fell, and the wine was just full. Yi Feng raised his cup and stretched out towards the wasteless path.

Huang Wujing stared at Yi Feng.

He laughed when he reacted.

"It's like an old friend's return. It seems that my little brother and I really see each other as before!" Huang Wujing quickly raised his glass and touched Yi Feng.

After drinking a cup, he helped Yi Feng fill it again.

No longer stingy jade bottle of wine.

For a time, they talked and speculated.

After three rounds of wine.

Yi Feng burped, got up and said, "brother, wait a minute, I have a dog. I'll send something to eat."

With that, Yi Feng picked up a packaged meal and walked downstairs.

Looking at Yi Feng's back, Huang Wujing smiled and was full of appreciation.

But the black guard couldn't help it. He quickly asked, "your honor, it's just a mortal. Why do you... Isn't this a waste of your time?"

"Hum, what do you know?"

Huang Wujing scolded in a deep voice: "at least I think he is much more comfortable than you."

The guard in black looks ugly.

I really don't know what shit luck this mortal has taken, and he can actually get the favor of your honor.

I don't know how you, a little mortal, look when you know your true identity.

I'm afraid, will it scare you to pee?