My wife is the reborn boss

He knelt quietly, just knelt like this...until the cock crowed and dawn broke.

He took a deep breath and took a jug of wine placed in front of a tablet.

This is Senior Brother Zicheng's favorite drink, "Huangliang Yimeng", and this wine is only available in Yuhualou in Taiqing City, so Senior Brother Zicheng often goes to Yuhualou to drink, really just drinking.

He picked up the wine jar and drank it down.

The spicy liquid went down his throat and entered his stomach, Ziyang blushed and muttered: "So this is the taste of wine, it's really...unpalatable..."

He put down the wine jar, took the dice in front of another tablet and threw them away, and there were two sixes.

"Is this kind of thing really interesting..." Zi Yang shook his head.

Throwing dice is not about how much you want to lose. Why is senior brother Zifeng so fond of gambling?

Finally, he set his sights on the tablet in the middle.

He took the tobacco rod in front of the tablet, and then took out shredded tobacco from the tobacco pouch hanging on the front end of the tobacco rod and pressed it into the pipe.

Then he lit his tobacco and took a deep breath.

"Ahem..." He coughed frantically, tears came out of his cough.

"This thing...cough..." He continued to smoke the pipe in his hand while weeping.

"Master, what's so good about this thing..."

The next day, early in the morning.

Wu Qiong was having breakfast with Xuankong Zixu and others.

Everyone except Wu Qiong looked absent-minded.

Wu Qiong had no choice but to say, "Why are you panicking? If he gets sick again, I'll beat him until he's back to normal."

"It's unnecessary, Pindao's face is still aching." A clear voice came.

Ziyang stepped in.

Everyone turned their heads and were all taken aback.

In the meantime, Ziyang had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and he was holding a cigarette stick in his hand.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Ziyang took a puff of the cigarette stick, suppressed the nausea and coughing, then exhaled a puff of green smoke leisurely, and said with a smile:

"Pindao has already figured it out, the word 'dai' of the Dai suzerain of the Taiqing sect... it's better to remove it."

Ziyang stepped into Xiantian overnight.

Calvin, I haven't slept all night, and it's already 1 pm after finishing this chapter.But fortunately, the 7000 words of the three chapters are considered completed today.Ask for a monthly ticket. . .I'm going to bed. . .

Chapter 349 Poor Dao wants to learn to be bad!

In the evening, Zi Yang, who had roughly finished dealing with the suzerain's affairs, was drinking with Xuan Kong and Wu Qiong in the small courtyard.

Ziyang took a sip of the "Drunken Millennium" in his glass, frowning: "Brother Qu, your wine...is too strong."

Wu Qiong curled his lips: "It's a waste to drink this wine for you!"

He picked up the small cup and touched Xuan Kong, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, Xuankong sighed: "That's right, this is fine wine. As for your 'Huangliang Yimeng'...that's for the girl's house."

Ziyang smiled lightly: "Pindao just thinks that the wine should be smoother, even though it's not very tasty."

Then, as if he remembered something, he took a sip from the tobacco rod that was set aside.

"Cough...cough..."

Wu Qiong was helpless: "Why are you smoking cigarette bags like others?"

And this Taoist priest who didn't drink alcohol actually started to drink too.

He suddenly remembered what happened to the Taiqing sect 20 years later, maybe... Is it true that Ziyang said it was to prevent himself from forgetting those people?

After he regained his breath, Ziyang smiled and didn't answer, but said: "Brother Qu, I have something to ask."

Wu Qiong drank a glass of wine and said, "I knew something was wrong with you. Tell me."

You talk about it first, and then talk about it if you can help.

Ziyang pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and said in a warm voice: "Brother Qu, Pindao... Pindao wants to..."

"Sorry, I refuse." Wu Qiong refused resolutely, "Men like women, and I'm not interested in the matter of Long Yang's broken sleeve."

He pointed to Xuan Kong who was watching the theater next to him: "You two are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts. One of you has become a Taoist priest, and the other has become a monk. With so many identities superimposed, wouldn't it be better for you to go to him?"

Xuan Kong: "..."

Ziyang: "..."

He smiled wryly and shook his head: "Brother Qu's thinking is wrong, Pindao just wants to ask... how can I learn to be bad?"

"..." Wu Qiong was speechless, "Why do you ask me about this! Ah?! Do I look like a bad person?!"

"Pindao doesn't mean that." Ziyang explained with a wry smile, "Pindao has devoted himself to cultivating all these years. Although Gouzi has a lot of thoughts, he also lives under the protection of the master, so the two of us are not as experienced as Brother Qu. , so I want to ask brother Qu to teach me."

Wu Qiong rubbed his chin: "That's true."

Although Ziyang will be a veteran of the "five poisons" in the future, but now he is indeed a second white lotus.

But Xuankong...

He wondered: "Dog, you also want to know this?"

Xuankong old bald donkey has a lot of eyes now, but he is still far from being black-hearted.

"Amitabha, I'm not interested in these things." Xuankong's eyes flashed a gloomy look, "I just... have other things and want to ask Brother Qu for help."

Wu Qiong took a sip of wine and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

"Let's talk about it after the matter of the pillar is settled." Xuankong smiled and clinked glasses with him, and then drank it down.

"Okay." Wu Qiong put this aside for the time being, and asked Ziyang: "Zhuzi, what do you want to know? Be specific."

"Hmm..." Ziyang thought for a while, and said seriously: "No one in the Zongmen is targeting my Taiqing sect for food and clothing, and even the people who supplied supplies to the Zongmen in Taiqing City and nearby Lowered the price.

But I think it is not easy for them to live. If the price is lowered..." Ziyang sighed, "However, due to the decline in the strength of the sect, the original industrial income of the sect in Dingzhou has been lost by many original businesses. The suppressed first-rate and second-rate sects were all divided up.Pindao is also really unable to maintain the original price of material purchases. "