The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 930
The courtyard door was not locked, and the visitor did not deliberately hide his aura. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, the visitor yelled in surprise: "Hey, you are dancing swords! This is... well, Kunlun's "Song of Alcoholic Songs"?"

Jiajia nodded, looked at the person who came, and nodded slightly: "The Taoist Master."

"Since it's drinking and singing, how can we do without wine?" Daoist Hua walked to Jiajia's side, raised his hand, and brought out some futons, a small square table, "Sit down!"

Daoist Hua Dao said, beckoning to Qin Zhaohe: "Come on, young man, come and sit here. Since we are drinking and singing, how can we do without wine?"

Qin Zhaohe put away his sword, saw Jia Jia nodding slightly at him, and then walked over, went to the two of them and sat down on the futon.

Immortal Huadao brought out a few more wine glasses, held them in his hand and shook them towards Jiajia: "Crimson dew glazed glass? I finally got a piece of beautiful crimson dew fairy crystal. Don't give it to the two of you." I spoiled it."

"This wine container is so good, but I don't know if this wine is worthy of this crimson dew glass?" Jia Jia picked up the glass closest to her and turned it around. The glass was dazzlingly bright.

"You don't have to bury me, since I'm here to entertain you today, I won't let you down!" Daoist Hua Dao said, taking a few jars of wine with his backhand and putting them on the ground, then picked up one of the jars of wine, slightly bent his index finger, and knocked He knocked on the wine jar, and said with a mysterious face: "How about the 1000-year five-color fruit wine? It's enough to give you face!"

Jiajia nodded, and couldn't help laughing: "It's too much face, but I don't know what I even have to do with Jiajia to drink this five-color fruit wine?"

"How do you talk?" Daoist Hua Dao lowered his face, and put the wine jar on the small table, "Is this old man so stingy?"

"Isn't it?" The female cultivator smiled, her eyes were slightly bent, surrounded by falling petals from time to time, she looked very peaceful, but Daoist Hua Dao didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating it, and she stopped talking when she saw the female cultivator. .

"True Taoists don't need to be nervous." The female cultivator laughed, "You owe me a request, but if the request is too difficult, even if I ask Jiajia, will you do it?"

Daoist Hua Dao's face paled a little.

The female cultivator smiled, and said again: "So Daoist can relax, can I still drink this wine?"

Daoist Huadao curled his lips and made a "please" gesture.

The wine jar was opened, the aroma of the wine was overflowing, and the wine was clear with a little blue color, and when it was placed in a crimson dew glass cup, a faint rainbow was reflected.

"The five colors appear in the glass!" Jiajia shook the wine glass in surprise, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, she looked up and down the real person of Huadao, and saw that he was wearing a gray and white long gown, with a loose tie on the top of his head. It looks messy.

"What are you doing looking at me?"

Immortal Hua Dao gulped down his stomach, then snatched the cup from Qin Zhaohe's hand, and glared at him: "Little rascal, don't drink indiscriminately!"

Jiajia put down the glass cup in her hand, and looked at Daoist Huadao with a smile: "Reverend Huadao, did you invite me to drink this wine, or someone else?"

Daoist Hua Dao was taken aback for a moment: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"Even a drinking utensil is so particular, but Daoist Daoist you act unruly in your daily life, you don't stick to these rules and regulations, the person who knows how to use fine glass cups is definitely not Daoist Huadao Daoist you." Jia Jia laughed.

Uninhibited is an elegant term, and to be straightforward is sloppy.

With a soft laugh, Jiajia followed the prestige, but saw a person walking in from the door, wearing a gray robe, and a giant turtle moving slowly under his feet showed the identity of the person—Mo Xingjiu, who was called Uncle Nineteen by Mo Wuji of.

Mo Xingjiu approached the three of them: "That's a good guess, Hua Dao is not so particular, good wine is an apology!"

Jia Jia stretched out three fingers and raised her eyebrows: "Because of this?"

Mo Xingjiu was not at all embarrassed, nodded, and sat down: "This favor, I suddenly don't want to give it to Hua Dao."

No wonder the three out-of-body monks who were staring at them left. It turned out that it was Mo Xingjiu who came forward, Jia Jia suddenly realized.

Looking at the monk sitting in front of him, in all fairness, Mo Xingjiu's life is not very good-looking, and it can even be said to be unremarkable. place.

Jiajia thought of what the master said to her before she left: "Mo Dongxing, the current generation of Penglai island owner, has narrowed his horizons, but Mo Wuji is watching, and there shouldn't be any big troubles. It's just that he acts a little petty. Then you act It will inevitably be somewhat limited; but right now, Mo Xingjiu is out of the customs, let’s not talk about this person, just a little bit, his vision is far away, although he is not a kind person, but with him, your actions will be much more convenient. Just interact with him , you remember to start with the word sincerity, and Mo Xingjiu has a good stomach. Even if you want to lie to Jiajia, you have to think of a round lie. Once you are exposed, you don’t want to be considerate with him, or Let's go back to Kunlun first!"

Daoist Huadao was still drinking the five-color fruit wine, but his eyes were fixed on the giant tortoise with Xuanwu blood.

"Huadao, do you want to wait for this seat to die so that you can take over this seat's Xiao Wu?" Mo Xingjiu rested the glass cup in his hand, but didn't touch it, and looked at the real person Hua Dao with a half-smile.

Daoist Huadao didn't take it seriously: "Don't say I'm cursing you. If you can't enter and leave the world, you must die in front of me. At that time, the descendants of your Mo family will take care of you. Of course, so will Xiao Wu."

"A descendant of my Mo family?" Mo Xingjiu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I, Mo Xingjiu, don't want to hand over the predecessors of the Mo family to you unless it is absolutely necessary."

"What's there to worry about? After all, our friendship is here." Hua Dao Daoist held up the wine jar and gulped down the cow drink, his face didn't even change.

Mo Xingjiu didn't have any big mood swings, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

But Jia Jia always felt that Mo Xingjiu meant something.

"Humph!" "He" sneered, "One has something to say, and the other is pretending to be stupid. The implication of the surname Mo is that the predecessors of the Mo family are not a last resort, and they will not place their hopes on the friendship of a so-called guest monk. ’, the old man Huadao is rough and subtle, he understands very well, he’s just pretending to be stupid.”

Daoist Hua Dao is a guest of the Mo family, and has received a lot of protection from the Mo family since he practiced. From the perspective of outsiders, Dao Hua is the blessing stone of Penglai in the East China Sea.But after all, Hua Dao Daoist is not surnamed Mo, Keqing Keqing, the key point is the word Keqing, Keqing can be a helper, assisting from the side, but it cannot be the main force.It's just that Mo Xingjiu, who is the most cultivated in the Mo family in Penglai, East China Sea, is only in the late stage of Tibetan God, and the subject and the object are reversed, so how could he not have any excuses in his heart.

Jia Jia understood very well in her heart: No wonder Daoist Hua Dao usually does things in his own way, and never takes action unless it is absolutely necessary, just to avoid suspicion.

(End of this chapter)