Junior brother is full of malice towards me

noon.

Tianxuan Sect Master's back garden.

When the weather is fine, the chirping of birds, combined with the sound of the wind, adds a bit of vitality to the tranquility.

Ning Qingyuan stood where he was, with no sadness or joy on his face, no emotion at all.

Not far from him, there is a benevolent old man with white hair and shawls, with an old demeanor, but with an indescribable spirit, it seems that even though the years have passed, this person still has the old style.

His strength is not too strong, and he is not even as intimidating as the decadent Yin She, but he has an inexplicably solemn feeling, which shocks Zhou people and makes people respect him unconsciously.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is not difficult to maintain a youthful face. A person with a high level of cultivation can even maintain a middle-aged face until old age, which makes such a gray-haired old man seem rare.

Using cultivation to maintain one's appearance, such a thing sounds like only a female cultivator would pay attention to it, but it is not.

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't want to live longer, forever young and never old?Who is not afraid of the passing of time?

This also made this old man who did not use his cultivation to hide his age even more admirable.

The old man is obsessed with chess pieces, self-defense and self-defense, and the expression on his face seems to be intoxicated.

When encountering an unsolvable situation, he would pick up the pieces and tap the chessboard lightly, but his face was calm and tranquil, as if he didn't care.

He just played chess like this, he didn't seem to notice Ning Qingyuan behind him at all.

And Ning Qingyuan is also forced by the current situation, can only look at the old man and his chessboard, thinking about the old man's purpose in his heart.

Ever since he was brought here in the morning, Ning Qingyuan found that he could not move at all. There was an invisible strong bondage formed in this small space, and his devilish energy happened to go against this space. We can only strengthen the control of this formation on him.

As if walking into a space, completely isolated from the surrounding environment.

However, the old man who did all this has been reluctant to open his mouth and explain his purpose.

This formation is so exquisite that even if he is as talented as Ning Qingyuan, he has no choice but to bow down and stand where he is.

Judging from this formation, the old man obviously discovered his identity as a demon cultivator.

It's just that there seems to be no malice in it.

But there is no kindness.

However, staying here like this is not a problem.

Ning Qingyuan frowned slightly, thinking about how to leave.

He thought it would not take too much time in advance, so he didn't tell his junior brother about it, and he didn't know whether Su Shaoyan would be worried if he hadn't seen him all this time.

"Young man, don't be impatient." As if aware of Ning Qingyuan's restlessness, the old man made a movement in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth, his tone was soft, with an inexplicable soothing force, calming Ning Qingyuan's heart impatience.

After saying this, the respected suzerain stopped talking, as if he had returned to at least completely ignoring Ning Qingyuan.

But after the reassurance of the words just now, Ning Qingyuan already knew clearly that his every move was completely exposed to the old man's eyes.

This also made him more curious about the reason why the old man trapped him here.

As if feeling tired, the old man stretched out his hand to pack the chess pieces, and took out a wine gourd from his side.

Such a fairy-like old man suddenly showed an addicted/gentleman-like intoxicated expression, which seemed a little weird.

It's just that before Ning Qingyuan had time to pay attention to this weirdness, another voice that suddenly appeared attracted his attention.

"Su Shaoyan, the third disciple of the Supreme Elder, has met the suzerain."

Su Shaoyan's words were neither humble nor overbearing, just as cold as before, but it is not difficult to find a little worry in his eyes if you look carefully.

Even with the utmost respect on the surface, the appearance of a person here is enough to explain a lot of problems.

The suzerain didn't seem to care about Su Shaoyan's intrusion, but showed a very kind smile. He waved to Su Shaoyan, full of invitation: "Come, drink with me."

There seemed to be some deep meaning behind the words, but Su Shaoyan, who was worried at this time, and Ning Qingyuan, who suddenly realized that his junior brother couldn't see him, didn't pay attention to it.

It was as if he had returned to the illusion of that day, Ning Qingyuan could see Su Shaoyan, but Su Shaoyan couldn't see him.

But this time, Su Shaoyan might not even be able to detect his breath.

Ning Qingyuan frowned slightly, feeling that the old man's purpose would soon be revealed.

Su Shaoyan was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of the old man's words at all, just moved his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the old man again.

"Drink with me, I'm in a good mood, and I can tell you whoever's whereabouts." The old man smiled lightly, his tone seemed to be a little threatening, but he seemed to be just a lonely old man longing for company, "I just want to find Is it okay to drink with me alone?"

Looking at the old man who suddenly seemed to be acting like a baby, Su Shaoyan also seemed a little at a loss, but he already knew that the only way to get news about Ning Qingyuan was to drink with the old man.

Ning Qingyuan who was standing on the side was also a little dazed, and it took a while to realize the meaning of drinking in the old man's words, and he was even a little bit surprised.

He didn't think that the reason for the old man calling Su Shaoyan to drink was as simple as drinking, but he was also a little bit entangled in the fact that his junior brother's drunken obsequiousness would appear in front of the old man.

Even though he knew that the old man really didn't have that kind of beautiful thoughts, he always felt stuffy and unspeakably irritable.

He hoped from the bottom of his heart that only he could see Su Shaoyan's hazy eyes when he was drunk.

"Xiao Liu, go and bring a few jars of snow alcohol. We won't go home until we're drunk!" The old man who got Su Shaoyan's consent instantly became happy, waved his hand, and let a person dressed as a disciple go down to carry the wine.

Ning Qingyuan, who was left standing there, looked slightly dark.

He is no stranger to Xuechun wine, and it is the best wine in the world of cultivating immortals.

It needs to be buried in the extreme winter, and it takes more than 100 years of brewing to barely form the fragrance of the wine, and it takes thousands of years or even longer to truly become a good product.

The raw materials of this wine are ordinary, and the reason why it is famous all over the world is that it has been brewed for many years, and it has been smudged for a long time.

Even among immortal cultivators, there are few people who are so patient with wine.

And just by smelling the fragrance from the wine gourd, Ning Qingyuan knew that this old suzerain was probably the rare and patient person.

It's just that, the more time passes by this wine, the sweeter and more intoxicating it becomes, and it is a wine that Su Shaoyan must pour when he touches it.

Ning Qingyuan felt his head hurting.

He also finally thought of where the sense of familiarity brought to him by this old man came from.

Isn't such a self-willed old man exactly the same as that cheap master Su Yu back in the day?

This old man is also the first person in the world to be able to fight wine with his disciples so recklessly.

After a while, the wine moved in.

Ning Qingyuan also deeply realized that it is not a lie that the old man is not drunk and does not return when he is excited.

Looking at the jars on the ground, even Ning Qingyuan, who claimed to be able to drink alcohol, felt his scalp tingle.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't know the name of Xuechun wine, Su Shaoyan's expression is still light, his eyes are penetrating, clearly reflecting the appearance of each wine jar, but he can't see the slightest emotion.

At least, there is no sign of fear.

This appearance seemed to please the old man, the old man who smiled more cheerfully could not hide his appreciation for Su Shaoyan, took the mud seal and threw the jar to the person opposite.

"You have to drink with me, no less than me."

"my pleasure."

Ning Qingyuan looked worriedly at the two people who were drinking together. The old man had white beard and hair, but he looked like a child when he drank the wine. Skip half a drop.

In contrast, Su Shaoyan, who was quietly at the side, was more like a nobleman, tasting some fine wine, looking slightly drunk, but not drunk, but more like enjoying it.

His movements are graceful and calm, but he is not at all slower than the old man, on the contrary, he is getting faster and faster.

Seeing this, the old man put down the jar, and laughed loudly: "How? I aged a thousand years, and the taste is still good."

Su Shaoyan's clear eyes showed admiration: "Very good."

The two just drank it like this, it seemed like they were wasting this rare fine wine, but only they knew in their hearts that this was the real and correct way to taste snow alcohol.

Standing at the side, Ning Qingyuan gradually calmed down from his worries at the beginning. It seemed that he was exaggerated by the atmosphere between the two of them, and the messy emotions hidden deep in his heart dissipated.

He could clearly see that not only did Su Shaoyan not show any hint of drunkenness, but his eyes were radiant, and he appeared extremely sober.

He really likes and tastes the wine, but he may still be thinking about his whereabouts in his heart, and he is a little worried.

However, it is already very clear that Su Shaoyan is not only not drunk, but also has the ability to think. Even Ning Qingyuan has to feel ashamed of his drinking capacity.

Even if it is a millennium wine, it can't make this man drunk.

So what happened once or twice before?

The answer is already very clear.

Just like Su Shaoyan, who obeyed him in every possible way, can become the leader of Tianxuan Sect when he is alone, this person has always been two-faced.

For his vassals, he was amazing outside.

The feeling of boredom in Ning Qingyuan's heart could not fade for a long time.

He instantly remembered the world with tall buildings that he saw a long time ago.

In there, doesn't Su Shaoyan just make a career of playing all kinds of people?

So here, when is he a real existence without playing any other role?

Ning Qingyuan thought about it, except when Su Shaoyan showed his longing, and showed his indifference and indifference to the world.

Su Shaoyan at other times, he suddenly couldn't be sure.

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