The silent system of the Lord God of Quick Transmigration shed tears

Wan Cheng Suye looked down the mountain, and he said, "Even if there is a Yangyuan Pill, I wouldn't be so happy."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator was also angry: "Later, Daoist Yan Shang from the Danding Sect also came and said that his master or younger brother was about to get married, and gave him another one."

Unexpectedly, the cigarettes in the market also followed suit, Wan Cheng Suye shook his head and said, "Even if I got two for nothing..."

"Even if you got two, you wouldn't be so happy?" The foundation cultivator asked back: "Later, Master Qifeng from the Fengfeng Building also came and said it was..."

He stole Wan Cheng Suye's words, and now Wan Qi Suye is also stealing his words.

"Xifeng said that his master or younger brother is getting married too." Wan Cheng Suye said.

The foundation builder touched the three pills in his arms and said happily, "Yes."

Wan Teng Suye really wanted to know which of the three brothers came up with the idea, and when he looked at the red silk ribbons all over the mountain, it seemed that there was really some big wedding going on, so he couldn't get angry.

He is an old tree that wants to bloom, but it can't meet spring.

"Tsk tsk, on the Qianyuan Continent, the talisman cultivators are headed by all the Miaomen, and the Danxiu Yidanding School is the most respected. It would be great if the Sanchi Pavilion of the Sword Cultivator can come to rescue us loose cultivators sometime."

Wan Cheng Suye sneered: "I will come, maybe someone still wants you to drink the wedding wine of the owner of the Sanchi Pavilion."

"Then how dare you?" The monk smiled all over his face and waved his hands to refuse: "The lintel of three feet is so high, I dare not climb it."

"Hmph..." Wan Cheng Suye thought to yourself, don't you always hold wedding candies from the owner of the Sanchi Pavilion?

By the way, maybe it's also his Wanqi Suye's wedding candy.

After bidding farewell to this monk, Wan Qi Suye set off to walk down the mountain, and everyone he saw was beaming.

The sun is scorching hot on the dry mountain, and not a single blade of grass grows.

Next to the crowd, there was a parasol, and the three of them sat leisurely under the umbrella, eating peanuts and drinking wine.

It's uncomfortable to make jokes.

Wuwei was lying half-lying with Erlang's legs crossed, wanting someone to drag him up and beat him up.

Ever since Wanqi Suye ascended to Thunder Tribulation, there have been more people on Dry Mountain. I never thought that I would have such an opportunity to stay here.

How could it not be a blessed place after leaving a place of real immortals.

Someone had seen the owner of the Sanchi Pavilion here before, but now the other three masters of the Immortal Cultivation World in the Qianyuan Continent also appeared at the same time.

Many monks took a peek from the corner of their eyes, and they could see that they were very respectful and in awe of several of them.

"The three of you are very relaxed." Wan Cheng Suye stepped forward, resisting kicking over their small wine table.

The three of you are just old trees blooming, Wan Cheng Suye really wants to scold you one by one.

Before he could speak, the three fearsome powers on Qianyuan Continent panicked.

Wuwei wanted to put down his Erlang legs, turned over and fell from the chair, stood up and patted the ashes, with a simple and honest smile: "Yo, Master, long time no see, you are still healthy."

"I didn't piss you off to death." Wan Cheng Suye said.

"I've met Master." Shi Shangyan was the most serious in the market, and Shi Shiran stood up and bowed his head.

"I've seen Master." Xi Feng put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then stood up and cupped his hands.

Wuwei still had mud on his trouser legs, he bent down and bowed down: "Master."

"Whose idea?" Wan Cheng Suye asked, thinking of a way to cover up such damage.

Ruinshangyan pointed at Wuwei, who stared wide-eyed and pointed his finger back.

Xi Feng was also full of astonishment, Wu Wei looked at him eagerly, and Market Yan looked at him coldly.

In an instant, Xifeng made a decision, he raised his hand, pointed at Wuwei, thinking in his heart, senior brother, I'm sorry, I dare not mess with this stove burner.

Wan Teng Suye didn't know where his inspiration came from, but he already knew that it was Market Yan's mischief, not only mischief, but now he is still throwing the blame.

"Master, I was wronged." Wuwei was a big man, with bitter melon color and bitter melon wrinkles on his face.

"Are you wronged?" Wan Cheng Suye asked back.

Wuwei didn't dare to quibble anymore, the idea came from the market, but he was an accomplice, and was caught by Wan Teng Suye.

The master's majesty is here, he is afraid in his heart, he is afraid, he turns his head, no, the master and the junior brother have achieved a positive result, and they should be ecstatic when they receive such a sincere blessing, and praise the three brothers again.

Before he could ask Master if he was happy or not, he was dragged away by Yan Shangyan.

Wuwei shut up immediately, he was smart, he was blamed for the cigarettes on the market, so it made sense to rescue him at this time.

Stop this, but not Xi Feng: "Master, where is my junior brother?"

"It's resting." Wan Qi Suye said.

"Oh——" the word Xifeng said had a lot of meaning, and Wan Qi Suye ate a chestnut on his forehead with his backhand.

The three bosses stand in a row, to be honest, they have already attracted attention, but no one dares to look at them openly, fearing that they will be silenced afterwards, and they are soft on others, and they are short-sighted, and now they take their pills. , just look at it, and be happy.

Wan Cheng Suye said, "Who did you ask just now?"

Xi Feng keeps his mouth shut, if someone hits him on the head, it usually won't hurt him, but he will also beat that person to ashes.

But it was Wan Chen Su Ye, who raised him up, brought him out of the mundane world where he could not eat enough to wear and not warm, and turned him from a little lonely beggar who was complacent about being able to stay warm through the winter in a rag padded jacket to a man with a face. A practitioner who doesn't care about the throne.

Look at the Qianyuan Continent, if the brothers don't compete with him, he can be regarded as the champion, so what if Wan Qi Suye hit him on the head?

Not only him, but the four brothers and sisters are all thinking of the kindness of the master. If it weren't for Wan Qi Suye who extended a helping hand to take care of their growth and teach them etiquette, integrity, and the way of cultivators, how would they be as glorious as they are today.

"Master, take your seat." Market Yan stepped aside first, and diverted the conversation.

Wan Cheng Suye threw off his clothes and sat at the table, where there were leftover peanuts.

"Master, do you drink tea or wine?" Market Yan said, he had already lit up the stove and prepared hot water to boil the wine.

Wan Teng Suye cast a glance at him, although Market Smoke thought he was smart, he was very useful, and he didn't want to drink tea or wine.

He touched the smoke in the market to boil water, prepared the best tea, and took out a small jar of wine.

"This tea, when I smell it, I think it's a good tea that I've never tasted before, so you're hiding a cigarette in the market." Wuwei said, and went up to sniff it: "I've never tasted this wine either. "

He wanted to open the awl on the wine jar, but was hit on the hand by the smoke from the market.

"On this small altar, I have brewed it for nearly a thousand years, and some of the herbs in it can't even be found in the Fengfeng Tower." Yan Shangyan said: "It is only for the master."

"I'll just take a sip." Wuwei said.

"I said I'll only drink it for Master, but you dare to drink a drop." Huishangyan said threateningly, without saying anything about the end, Wuwei just stopped, really scared him.

Tea was brewed from cigarettes in the market and served to Wan Teng Suye: "Master, taste it first, and then I'll heat the wine."

"You let them go." Wan Cheng Suye said, pointing at those who received the elixir.

"Master, I have already ordered you to go on, not to mention that you are married..." When Xi Feng said this, Wan Cheng Suye gave him a glaring look: "It has been changed to the [-]th birthday of the eldest brother."

Wuwei patted him: "You are only two thousand years old, and I am only one thousand and nineteen years old."

"It's about the same size." Qi Feng said.

Wan Cheng Suye breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and put the wine on the table.

Wu Wei didn't care about Yan Shangyan in the market, he asked in a low voice, "What happened to Master and Yan Zhiyu?"

"It didn't work." Market Yan said.

"..." Wuwei shook his head: "The junior brother is too pitiful."

"Emotionally, you can't force it, but..." Xushangyan said, Wuwei tilted his head to listen, and Xushangyan is the most deadly.

Sighing, Yan Shangyan seemed to hide half a sentence and said, "I just thought that the first sentence Master said would be to ask who we are."

Yan Zhiyu didn't hide the consequences of Yan Zhiyu's three senior brothers who practiced the Great Freedom of Mind Dharma to the peak at night.

"It's good if you remember it, thank God you didn't forget us." Market Yan said.

When Yan Zhiyu woke up, there was no one in the cave, so he got up and searched around, but he didn't see the shadow of Wanqi Suye.

The... thing in the dream came to an abrupt end, which made him extremely ashamed.

"Master." Yan Zhiyu closed his eyes, feeling sad in his heart. Wan Qi Suye must know what he was thinking. Speaking of which, when Wan Qi Suye was still practicing and rejected him, he should have known him. thought.

It's him who is talking about dreams, unwilling to admit that Master doesn't like him, and he is still humiliating himself.

Wan Teng Suye fell into dreams countless times, and every dream he woke up was not as empty as it is now.

"Master, if you think this dry mountain is meaningless, and you're tired of Yan Zhiyu, you might as well go back to Zhongmiaomen with me. If Master likes to be secluded, one of the [-] immortal mountains of Zhongmiaomen's fairy gates will always be available for you to live alone. If you like Hurry up, where do I have a lot of children with talisman cultivation, I must be lucky to be taught by you." Wuwei said glibly.

"It's the same as my place in the Fengfeng Tower." Xifeng continued: "There are many allusions and secrets of cultivation and power in the Fengfeng Tower. secret?"

Not to mention the smoke on the market, but also looking at Wan Cheng Su Ye.

"I'm not going anywhere." Wan Cheng Suye said, "If you have something delicious and interesting, just send it to Dry Mountain."

The three brothers tremblingly agreed.

After Wan Teng Suye finished his tea, he got up to leave, and turned back to bring the pot of wine, which was warm, and he held it with both hands.

"I'm going back, you guys leave as soon as possible, don't let me look upset." Wan Cheng Suye said.

"Yes, I will definitely seek your apology when I turn back." Xu Shangyan said.

If you are guilty, please do it now, and you have to wait until you turn around. This apprentice is the most cunning among the few.

Wan Teng Suye actually believed that Yan Zhiyu belonged to that person.

But Yan Zhiyu is not, there is no soul imprint.

How could Yan Zhiyu not be.

Wan Teng Suye was at the foot of the mountain, looking at Yan Zhiyu who was circling like a headless fly in the cave, and still wanted to persuade him and give him some comfort.

Maybe Yan Zhiyu is the youngest and loves him the most on weekdays, but now he can't see him struggling, he feels uncomfortable.

As soon as Wan Teng Suye's consciousness moved, he returned to the cave.

It was also a coincidence that when he entered the cave, he collided with Yan Zhiyu, the stopper of the jug was knocked off, and the smell of wine wafted out of the room.

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Market Yan is a black-bellied little publicity.