Chapter 172： : Jiuxianxian

"Master, you have a lot of food here, it's very rich ..." Liu Jinyuan's face was smiling and polite, but his gaze was on the various foods on the tablecloth of Wuyan.

The red wine in the goblet looks very elegant.

Although it is the most common glass in modern times, the goblet made of this glass product is naturally an invaluable treasure in this ancient place.

"If you want to eat, just sit down ..." Seeing what Liu Jinyuan and Lin Yueru look like, wouldn't Wu Yan know their thoughts? With a smile on his face.

Put your palm behind you while talking, and took out two goblets, and of course, tableware.

At this time, Lin Yueru curiously walked behind Wu Yan to see where he got these things from.

However, what surprised Lin Yueru was that Wu Yan had no secret behind him.

Wu Yan's palms were behind him, apparently empty-handed, but every time he got them, he had something.

It's hard to imagine that Wu Yan is empty with his hands, and there is no place to put things on or around him. However, so many things are just taken out like a trick.

"Hey, surnamed Wu, have all these things changed by spells?"

After watching it several times in a row, I didn't understand how these things came out of Wu Yan. Lin Yueru couldn't help his curiosity and asked.

"Yes, Master, my cousin Yueru and I look at you empty-handed. Where did you get these things from?" Liu Jinyuan learned Wu Yan's appearance and took a sip with a goblet. After the red wine, he asked.

"Who said I didn't bring anything? The food and clothing I brought was enough for me to use it for a year, but I have a trick, uh, magic, you must have heard of mustard?" .

Regarding Liu Jinyuan's and Lin Yueru's inquiries, Wu Yan replied that they could not understand magic, and it was appropriate to explain it with spells.

"Nashu is a mustard? Didn't expect Master, do you still have such legendary spells?" After hearing the words, Liu Jinyuan said in surprise, and suddenly realized.

No wonder Master didn't bring anything, but all kinds of things are assorted.

"Nashu is a mustard? What does this mean?" Lin Yueru, next to him, asked, looking completely incomprehensible.

If it is said that Liu Jinyuan browsed the books from a young age, then even if Lin Yueru had practiced martial arts since childhood, these curious things really do not understand.

Seeing that she did not understand, Liu Jinyuan also explained the meaning of this sentence to Lin Yueru, which is the legend that a Sumiyama can be stored in a small mustard.

"It turns out that you still have such a spell. Then you have been watching me and my cousin carrying large packages and exhausting themselves. They don't help ..." After understanding, Lin Yueru called to Wuyan.

"Well, now holding my food and drinking my wine, but still counting me ..." Wu Yan rolled her eyes and said angrily to Lin Yueru's words.

"But ...", according to Wu Yan, Lin Yue was in a state of anger, feeling that he had just been exhausted carrying things on his back, and he was completely watching the movie beside him.

"Hahaha, there's wine here ...", but Lin Yueru just wanted to speak, but he didn't say the words yet, suddenly, a long laugh sounded.

Immediately, a figure fell from the sky. After pinching a sword with both hands, a huge wine gourd shrank rapidly with his spell, and then hung around his waist.

Look at this man from the sky, about 40 or 50 years old, giving a sense of shamelessness, carrying a long sword on his back, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, with a little drunkness between his looks, but it makes people Feeling unbridled and unrestrained.

"Hey hey, good wine glass, beautiful wine ...", after falling down, the man's eyes were attracted by the red wine in Wu Yan's goblet like a magnet, his eyes brightened, and he said in admiration.

Between the words, he grabbed the wine glass in Wu Yan's hands.

"A sword repair, and a life-thirsty drinker?" Wu Yan looked at the man who fell from the sky.

Looking at the palm grabbed towards his own wine glass, Wu Yan's hand holding the wine glass shrank slightly, just letting the other person grab the air.

"Well? You guys have some means."

Although he only shot at will, he managed to hide away. The drunk man with a three-pointer snorted and said in surprise.

"Are you Mr. Mo Yixi, long?" Wu Yan asked the man in front of him with a serious look up and down.

"Well? Do you even recognize me as a little baby?" The man said in surprise when he heard Wu Yan's words.

"It really is him, Jiujianxian!", Hearing the man's confession, Wu Yan's conjecture was confirmed, murmured in his heart.

Unexpectedly, by chance, it would happen that Jiu Jianxian fell from the sky.

"Hey, boy, now that you know me, you know that I have a good wine in my life. It just happens that the wine in my gourd is finished. I smell your wine and come down. How about cutting love?" Already an empty wine gourd, Jiu Jianxian looked at the fine wine in Wuyan's cup with bright eyes.

Wu Yan thought about the purpose of contacting Li Xiaoyao? Of course, I want to use Li Xiaoyao as a bridge and make more contact with Shushan. Take a good look at what Shushan ’s sword repair is like, and how the sword enters the road.

Now, since he met Jiu Jianxian, Wu Yan certainly wanted to have a good relationship with him.

"Meeting is a destiny. Since Mo Daochang wants you to drink, Wumou naturally won't hesitate, please ...", referring to the half bottle of red wine on the tablecloth, Wuyan invited.

"Okay, refreshingly!" Jiu Jianxian laughed when he heard Wu Yan was willing to invite himself to drink.

He was not polite when he spoke, reached for the remaining half bottle of red wine and took a sip.

"This wine is sweet and sweet ~ www.novelhall.com ~ but it doesn't have a lot of wine taste, it's a bit like the drinking of a damsel", smashed his mouth a few times, Jiuxianxian looked a little disappointed, shaking his head.

"Mr. Dao wants hard liquor? I have it too!" Seeing that Jiu Jianxian didn't like red wine with low alcohol content, Wu Yan smiled slightly and took out a bottle of white wine.

Liquor produced in modern society has an alcohol concentration of about 50 degrees. Compared to ancient liquors, it is naturally spirits.

"You boy, the wine bottle is beautifully made, but you don't know how the wine tastes inside." He reached for the bottle of white wine, and Jiu Jianxian gently scratched his fingers, the bottleneck was cut off directly, smooth Like a mirror.

Then Jiujianxian looked very bold again, and murmured in the mouth.

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