The protagonist can't possibly want to tease me

Feng Xing's side-kicking like this was probably because he was worried about Gu Huanqing's presence, but what made him feel strange was why he had to be so careful to try and play charades?Is there anything else he doesn't know?

At this moment, Shen Xian really hoped that this body would have its own memory of the original body, so as to avoid many unnecessary troubles and not have to worry about making wild guesses.

"I don't know why Fellow Daoist Feng was slandered by that man?" After chatting for a while, Gu Huanqing brought back the topic and asked curiously.

"Hey," Feng Xing sighed helplessly, poured a glass of spiritual wine and drank it down, "The woman took the initiative to chat with me, and I just replied a few words politely, and the man just liked it. Taking the opportunity to frame me, you really have no grace at all."

Gu Huanqing jokingly said: "Feng Daoyou is suave and suave, if you are wronged for no reason, you can't blame others."

"Hey, you kid..." Feng Xing glared at Gu Huanqing, seeing the smile in the other's eyes, he gave up shaking his head and chuckled again, raised his glass and looked at Gu Huanqing, "Little brother, can you drink?"

"This level of spiritual wine is more than enough."

"Haha, I'm not young but I'm not young." The sharp Danfeng eyes were softened by the smile, and the long and narrow eyes looked at Shen Xian, and said, "You Daoist Shen, don't you plan to drink with us?"

Glancing at Chunxiang's spirit wine, Shen Xian suppressed his greed, reluctantly looked away, and pretended to be calm: "No."

Seeing the spiritual tea in Shen Xian's cup, Feng Xing smiled and said, "I never thought that Fellow Daoist Shen is as keen on tea as those old men."

"..." The 25-year-old Shen Xian squeezed the teacup in his hand, crying in his heart.He also wants to drink!If this is his original body, he can drink the two of them to the point of calling him daddy!It's a pity that now I don't know how the wine quality of Shen Yang's body is, so he still won't show his ability.

The spirit wine is specially brewed from the impurity-free grains grown by the monks. It tastes sweeter and mellower than the wine drunk by mortals, and has a higher alcohol content.

The two chatted happily and drank happily. The smile on Feng Xing's face never faded. Gu Huanqing and him had similar personalities and hearts, as if they were friends who had known each other for decades. Feng Xing was a little suspicious because of their acquaintance. But he didn't see any malice from the other party, only the joy of meeting a friend, so he had no choice but to suppress this doubt in his heart for the time being.

The two of them are not drinkers, so Feng Xing turned his head slightly when they clicked, and a thin blush rose from the corners of his eyes, showing a bit of coquettishness.

"Little brother Gu, from the way you look, you must be a disciple of Qingyangmen?" Feng Xing's eyes were clouded, but his words were very clear, and he didn't seem to be drunk at all.

"Exactly."

"You kid is different from Qingyangmen disciples," Feng Xing patted Gu Huanqing on the shoulder, "I have met so many people from Qingyangmen, you are the most polite who doesn't judge people with their noses."

He spoke frankly, and he was not afraid of Gu Huanqing's anger, so he expressed his feelings directly.

"I can't figure it out, why are they so crazy? Are they so arrogant as Qingyangmen disciples?"

"In the past hundred years, countless people with excellent qualifications have joined the Qingyang sect, and the righteous way is obvious to all. The status of the Qingyang sect is high, and the disciples are inevitably a little restless."

"Well, what you said makes sense," Feng Xing filled another glass, put it to his mouth with a smile, covering his mouth with a hint of ridicule, "When you mention Qingyangmen, I'm afraid only the Demon Realm will scoff at you."

"Immortals and demons have been opposing each other since ancient times, and the Qingyang Gate bears the brunt of fighting against demon cultivators. The demon world has deep grievances, so naturally the words are fierce."

Feng Xing said nothing, just smiled and patted Gu Huanqing's shoulder, and finally handed him the paper fan in his hand and said, "Little brother Gu, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, destroy it, no matter where you are, I will definitely will come to your aid."

Gu Huanqing nodded and took it generously, and said with a smile, "I hope I won't need it one day."

"Haha, it's best like this." Standing up, Feng Xing stretched his body contentedly, and said, "I still have some things to deal with, let's go first, thank you little brother Gu for your hospitality."

Gu Huanqing smiled and said, "There is no need to say thank you between friends."

"Little brother Gu is a straightforward person," the smile in his eyes grew stronger. Gu Huanqing really agrees with him. If there were not other important matters, Feng Xing really wanted to continue chatting with him. Xian, Feng Xing said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, we will meet again by fate."

"There will be a chance." Shen Xian smiled meaningfully, his left hand hidden under the table moved slightly, a flash of surprise flashed in Feng Xing's eyes, and then he returned to calm.

Delivering good information and paving the way for the future, a big stone fell in Shen Xian's heart.

Now that he decided to take advantage of Shen Yang's convenient status, he had to plan ahead from now on.From Bai Li's attitude before, we can know that Shen Yang is not a good image in the hearts of everyone in Mozun Palace, and he still needs to correct it bit by bit.

Although the world is different from what he knows, but the character Shen Xian can still swear that he can be sure that it is almost inseparable. It is easy to get rid of the group of people in Mozun Palace.