The Dangerous Cultivator

The old man cursed, and leaned at the root of the wall, drunk and hazy, gasping, "Say, what kind of book to look for? The old man will know the goddess after drinking, and your boy, don't delay his mother."

"There are tens of millions of books stored here. What kind of bibliophile do I want to know?"

Xu Yi was always observing the old man. His flesh was slack, his bones were old, his blood was fading, and he was clearly an old man who was an old drunkard. He was not a martial artist.

The old man opened his eyes drunk slightly and glanced at Xu Yi. "It's so much nonsense. If you don't think about it, think slowly. The old man sleeps first."

After all, squinting, the crooked body slipped softly on the straw mat, and in a flash, the sound of thunder came.

Xu Yi smiled slightly, there was a blue and white wine jar in his hand, and the cover was torn apart. The old man like a zombie heard a thunder, his body stood upright, and he robbed Xu Yi of the wine jar.

Xu Yi flicked slightly to let it go.

The old man jumped eagerly, his old skin-skinned eyes opened wide, and his eyes burst into amazing looks. "Bamboo leaf green, thirty-year-old bamboo leaf green, the best wine, compared with this bamboo leaf green, these five or two silver flowers It's Baishui, give it to me, quickly give me ... "

This bamboo leaf green is one of Xu Yi's reserve life items. Except for this object, salt, spices, rice, cooked meat, he must have many in the ring.

As far as he is concerned, spiritual practice is a way to obtain powerful power. If one compares spiritual practice to a lonely and hard-climbing climb, the life items in Xumihuan are the few things he has written on this lonely journey. Many bright colors.

He wasn't good at drinking wine, but he remembered Master Zhou's preferences. In Xu Mihuan, Zhou Zhuzi's favorite bamboo leaves were always available.

He said, however, that the old man was eager to burn, and Xu Yi did not take Joe and passed the wine jar, but the old man was not in a hurry, holding the wine jar carefully, as if he was holding the treasures of the world.

He did not pour into his mouth, but extended his tongue long, licked deeply in the wine jar, and the white silver whiskers trembled wildly in the air, as if the sip was not drinking wine, but taking Xiandan .

Xu Yi did not urge him, and sat down on the mat with her knees crossed.

Although he is not a wine friend, he and Zhou Zizi have a relationship with wine.

The old man used to drink a pot and a half of wine, and licked it three times in the blue and white wine jar. He kept sealing the wine skin, and sat down against the wall.

"Say, what do you want to ask? Actually, your kid wo n’t give this altar bamboo leaf green, drink your flower carving, my old man will help you, but with your altar bamboo leaf green, the old man owes you kindness, my old man has always been The grievances are clear, and the last thing I like is to owe others. "

The old man bowed his head and stroked the blue and white wine jar, casually and authentically.

Xu Yi hugged his fist, "The predecessor is refreshing, and someone will not talk nonsense. I want to ask the predecessor to talk frankly."

"I'll help you with what I said, so what a crap."

As he spoke, the old man raised his head, and his eyes finally gathered on Xu Yi's face.

Xu Yidao, "At first glance, the predecessors are extravagant men, so how can they pretend to be ordinary men? They can remember this starry bibliography and content. Sincerity is a treasure trove of movement, so talented they really admire the younger generation.

"You are really different. The old man hasn't thought about chatting with people for a long time."

The old man put down the jar of wine in his hands and sat cross-legged. "Tell me what you see. If the old man finds it interesting, let me talk to you."

Xu Yi smiled and said, "The junior courageously talked about it, Shicai, the junior would spend the Huadiao wine with the senior, and the senior opened his mouth and asked what kind of books the junior wanted. Obviously, he had a good understanding of the collection. The understanding of this is the mastery of the content, at least the content system of the major bibliographies, has been deeply engraved in the minds of the predecessors, otherwise the predecessors will never have such demeanor. "

"Imagine if the predecessor could only point out which books are in which position. This kind of thing can be solved by turning the catalogue of the library a little, and with a little effort, you can solve it yourself. There is no such detachment in the predecessor's presence here. Status. "

The old man raised his head to the sky and haha, "Excessive status, the old man is so poor and impoverished, and is about to die, and still have status?"

Xu Yi refers to the heavens, "Look at the predecessors, this dome is a star sky stone, the floor is Qiu Huaiyu, Jin Zhulonglong, Fei Feng surveys the sky, and even the decorative patterns on the shelves are also craftsmanship, and look at the predecessors. , You don't starve to death in this costume, sitting under the Sanyuan Bridge. "

"With such a withering posture, you appear in this imperial and rich royal royal depository, without being expelled. The inspected Jinyi guards can be seen as missing, so in contrast, it is not a manifestation of status."

The old man lifted the flower seal and drank it with a sip, saying, "Sixty years of a dream, the bridge is in the old covenant, but the sheep miscellaneous house by the Sanyuan bridge is still there? Chef Zhang Yeer's lame leg is better. Are you there? "

Xu Yi stunned, "I didn't expect my predecessors to love the sheep miscellaneous house, but the chef is a two-year-old couple, but I don't see any lame legs."

"Oh, sixty years, the son of that year's horn is also old."

The old man's head was permeated with a kind of lingering past.

Xu Yi pondered the poem of the old man, faintly said, "The spring wave green under the sad bridge was once the photo of Jinghong, when the water passed away and everything went torrential, why is the sound of the road precious?"

"Spring is green under the sad bridge, and it was Jinghong's picture."

The old man chewed carefully, and said, "Whoever comes out of this poem should be a big white." Zanba, took another sip, and suddenly, his eyes condensed on Xu Yi's face, "I'm just a rough poem, you can Following this sentence, it is no small matter to understand the human heart's ability, how old are you. "

"The juniors will be weak crowns!"

"What is it!"

"Seniors look at themselves!"

Xu Yi clenched his fist, swept out with a heavy punch, and pulled out a strong sonic boom.

Although he was unable to strike out the true energy, he could inspire blood gas. Below the condensate, he checked the realm and watched the blood gas.

"Late condensate! This, how is this possible!"

The old man finally turned discolored and looked at Xu Yi. "Ji Jiu, in the age of a weak crown, there is no such state, is the Wizard of the World?"

Xu Yi revealed his realm just to elevate himself. He knew very well that the old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. If he wanted to be extraordinary, he would have to be very human first.

Extraordinary transactions can often only be done between extraordinary people.

However, Xu Yi himself didn't think of how he achieved the later stage of the condensate. He clearly failed to condense and formed a resentment, even if it was a fake resentment. Today's blood and blood are sticky, at most as early as the congeal Wuer, how did you achieve the late stage of condensate?

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