Plane Master Copy

Master, you have a lot of food here, it's very rich... Liu Jinyuan had a smile on his face and a gentle appearance, but his eyes were on the various foods placed on the Wuyan picnic tablecloth.

The red wine in the goblet looks very elegant.

Although it is only the most common glass in modern times, the goblet made of glass is naturally a valuable treasure in this ancient plane.

If you want to eat, just sit down... Looking at the appearance of Liu Jinyuan and Lin Yueru, how could Wu Yan not know their thoughts? With a smile on his face.

As he spoke, he put his palm behind him, took out two more 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 there was no mystery behind Wu Yan.

Wu Yan's palm is behind him, obviously empty-handed, but every time he holds it in front of him, there is something.

It's hard to imagine that Wu Yan's hands are empty, and he has no place to put things. However, so many things are taken out like a magic trick.

Hey, surnamed Wu, did you change all these things with magic?.

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

Yes, Master, my cousin Yueru and I clearly saw that you were empty-handed. Where did you get these things from? Liu Jinyuan imitated Wu Yan's appearance and took a sip from the goblet. After the red wine, he asked.

Who said I didn't bring anything? The food and clothing I brought,

It's enough for me to use it for a year, but I have a trick, um, magic, you should have heard of Nashumi Yujingzi? .

When asked by Liu Jinyuan and Lin Yueru, Wu Yan replied that they couldn't understand magic, and it was only appropriate to explain it with magic.

Natsumi Yu mustard seed? I didn't expect that Master, you still have such a legendary spell? Hearing this, Liu Jinyuan said in surprise, at the same time suddenly realized.

No wonder Master didn't bring anything, but all kinds of things were dazzling.

Natsumi Yu mustard? What does this mean? Lin Yueru next to him asked, looking completely incomprehensible.

If Liu Jinyuan has read a lot of books since he was a child, then even if Lin Yueru has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he really doesn't understand these things.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Liu Jinyuan also explained the meaning of this sentence to Lin Yueru, that is, according to legend, a Mount Sumeru can be stored in a small mustard seed.

It turns out that you still have such a spell, then you have been watching my cousin and I have been exhausted with a big package and didn't help... After understanding it, Lin Yueru shouted at Wu Yan.

Yes, now I'm holding my food and drinking my wine, but still scolding me... Wu Yan rolled her eyes at Lin Yueru's words and said angrily.

But... Wu Yan's words made Lin Yueru feel so irritated that he felt like he was exhausted just now carrying things on his back, and he was watching the play next to him.

Hahaha, there's wine here... However, Lin Yueru just wanted to speak, but before she could say it, suddenly, a long laugh sounded.

Immediately, a figure descended from the sky, and after pinching a sword technique with both hands, a huge wine gourd shrank rapidly with his spell, and then hung on his waist.

Looking at this man who came down from the sky, he looked about forty or fifty years old, and he gave off a sloppy, sloppy look, with a long sword on his back and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. Feeling bohemian, wanton and unrestrained.

Hehe, good wine glass, such 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 lit up, and he said in admiration.

As he spoke, he directly grabbed the wine glass in Wu Yan's hand.

A sword cultivator who is addicted to alcohol like his life? Wu Yan's heart moved when he saw this man who fell from the sky.

Looking at the palm of his hand grabbing the wine glass, Wu Yan's hand holding the wine glass shrank slightly, just to let the other party grab an empty space.

Huh? You kid has some tricks.

Although it was just a random shot, but it was able to hide, the man who was three-point drunk let out a light snort and said in surprise.

Are you the Taoist priest Mo Yixi please? Wu Yan asked after looking at the man in front of him seriously.

Huh? You little doll actually recognize me? The man said in surprise when he heard Wu Yan's words.

Sure enough, it's him, Wine Sword Immortal! Hearing the man's confession, Wu Yan's conjecture was confirmed, and he murmured in his heart.

Unexpectedly, by chance, he would meet Jiujianxian falling from the sky.

Hey, boy, since you recognize me, you know that I have a good wine in my life. I just finished drinking the fine wine in my gourd. I smelled your wine and came down. How about a little love?, shaking his waist It was already an empty wine gourd, and Jiujianxian looked at the wine in the Wuyan cup with bright eyes.

Wu Yan wondered what was the purpose of contacting Li Xiaoyao and the others? Of course, I want to use Li Xiaoyao as a bridge to have more contact with Shushan, and take a good look at what the swordsmen of Shushan are like and what it is like to enter the Tao with swords.

Now, now that he has met Wine Sword Immortal, Wu Yan certainly wants to have a good relationship with him.

Meeting is fate. Since Daoist Mo, you want to drink, Wu will naturally not be stingy, please..., pointing to the half bottle of red wine on the tablecloth, Wu Yan invited.

Okay, refreshing! Hearing that Wu Yan was willing to invite him to drink, Jiujianxian laughed.

While speaking, he was not polite, reached out and grabbed the remaining half bottle of red wine and took a sip.

This wine is more than sweet, but it doesn't taste much. It's a bit like the wine that girls drink. After slamming his mouth a few times, Jiujianxian shook his head in disappointment.

Mr. Daoist wants strong wine? I have it here too! Seeing that Jiujianxian didn't like low-alcohol red wine, Wu Yan smiled slightly, and took out a bottle of white wine from his hand.

Liquor produced in modern society has an alcohol concentration of about 50 degrees, which is naturally a spirit compared to the wine of ancient planes.

You brat, the wine bottle is beautifully made, but I don't know how the wine tastes inside. He reached out and took the bottle of liquor. Jiujianxian stroked his finger lightly, and the neck was cut off directly, smooth and smooth. Like a mirror.

Then Jiujianxian was very forthright again, and went down to his mouth.

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