"Smile first, don't always have a stern face, as if everyone owes you money."

In the manor, Hua Qing and Wu Jian sat opposite each other. He pointed at Liu Zhuoran with a fan and said:

"Smile, yes, that's it, don't be shy.

People in the world, laugh when they want to laugh, and cry when they want to cry. There are no rules and regulations in our sects. If you want to enter the world, the first thing is to forget all the constraints in the past.

Forgot all the chaotic words like "Tao Sheng Forgetful Love"."

Speaking of this, Huaqing complained:

"This feeling of love, hate, and freedom is a form of human empathy. As a result, when you practice immortality, you must cut off your love and make yourself a elm head.

Compare, who is like an evil demon heretic?"

Liu Zhuoran did not answer.

This is too rebellious and he can't say it.

Although I think it makes some sense.

"I took the hairpin."

Hua Qing said another sentence.

Wu Jian stretched out his hand and pulled off the jade hairpin above his head, leaving only a hairband, and the well-combed Taoist bun also spread out, forming a loose ponytail.

It looks a bit messy.

"This looks a bit like a man in the world."

Young Master Huaqing rubbed his chin, and he frowned. Looking at Liu Zhuoran who was smiling in front of him, he always felt that something was missing. The outrageous aura from Penglai was still faintly present.

How do you think, how can you hate it?

"Can you drink alcohol?"

He asked.

Liu Zhuoran shook his head.

Penglai's cultivation emphasizes the cultivation of mind and state of mind, and does not lie in external things. Any enjoyment will be isolated from daily life. Not to mention drinking, he even drinks less tea.

"You haven't drunk wine, it's really boring for you to have lived in the past twenty years."

Hua Qing curled his lips, he stood up, rushed into the room, took out another pot of wine, two cups, threw them on the table, and said to Liu Zhuoran in front of him:

"We are drunk today and walk around the world, how can we not be drunk?"

"Why?"

Liu Zhuoran looked at Hua Qing with disheveled hair, and he said:

"No need?"

"What do you know?"

Hua Qing glared at him, then regained her squinting expression and said slowly:

"It's better to get you drunk. Less nonsense, drink it."

"You want to ask about Penglai, I told you everything in Qilu before, without reservation."

Liu Zhuoran was a little helpless. He held the wine glass and sniffed it. The smell of alcohol made him feel a little disgusted.

He said to Huaqing:

"You have great kindness with my family. Just say whatever you want to ask. I will not hide it. There is no need to use this method."

"Okay, then I'll ask."

Young Master Huaqing is a veteran of the wine ritual. While he happily savored the fine wine prepared by the Heluo Gang for Ren Hao, he said to Wujian in front of him:

"Wu Jian, tell me honestly. Is there something hidden in Penglai in the Lingxu sword you held before?"

"No."

Liu Zhuoran looked at the wine glass filled with his eyes and said:

"Or there, but I don't know."

He raised his head, imitated the appearance of Huaqing, and drank the wine in his glass in one go.

But this first time drinking, he drank so hard that his cheeks flushed.

The throat hits the chest, and it also feels like it is on fire.

The cold wine fell into the stomach sac, but it was warm, just like even the numbness in the body was relieved a little.

Good wine enters the throat, which is a bit choking.

The smell of alcohol and the depression in his chest surged up, making the corners of his eyes slightly red.

He didn't want Hua Qing to see this embarrassed look, so he lowered his head and asked:

"Ling Xu Jian, wasn't it... taken away by her?"

"I've returned it."

Hua Qing looked at Liu Zhuoran and said:

"You're afraid you don't know yet. Penglai sent Yuejun to get the sword, but somehow it angered Mrs. Tongtang. The witch was furious. You Penglai Yuejun, I heard that you have been made into a mechanic doll.

However, Ling Xu Jian had already returned it a few months ago, and it was the envoy from Miaojiang who went to repay it in person. On the night we left Quanzhou, it was said that the sword was received by the Penglai people in Quanzhou.

I am very curious. Penglai suffered such a huge loss and was so willing to swallow it.

But I don’t believe it if you are afraid of Miaojiang witchcraft.

So I guess, they were willing to suffer this loss because of the Lingxu sword.

Jianghu says that Lingxu Sword is the twelve weapons in the world, but we are naturally aware of more. It was the sword of the Penglai Immortal a thousand years ago, symbolizing extraordinaryness.

But, I think this matter is not that simple, so I asked this question.”

Hua Qing held the wine glass and looked at Liu Zhuoran who was drinking another glass of wine in front of him. He asked the question just now again.

"There is really no secret in Lingxu's sword? Have you ever found nothing after holding that sword for several years?"

"I don't know."

Liu Zhuoran drank three glasses of wine in a row, and his eyes were already a little drunk.

He raised his head, looked at the sky above his head with disheveled hair, and said in a daze:

“I thought I knew, but I didn’t.

There are too many things I don’t know, and there are too many secrets in Penglai Immortal Land. Now thinking about it, I’m afraid I have never really integrated into that fairy mountain.

This time, I was relieved.

It’s not clear in the clouds and fog, it’s annoying, it’s lost!”

Liu Zhuoran also became casual in his speech.

In the observation of Hua Qing, the residual dust-like aura on Liu Zhuoran's body was gone after being drunk, like a kind of residual past that was completely broken.

It was rubbed back to Liu Zhuoran again.

This ordinary and serious product actually has some potential as a drunkard.

I really didn't see it.

"You have seen Xiao Tie's Juque sword, too. I think that sword has something."

Hua Qing put down the wine glass, he said:

"I came to Luoyang this time just to explore. Without sword, you might as well go with me."

"Let's finish the wine first."

Liu Zhuoran laughed and poured himself a cup, drank it all in one gulp, and poured another cup again, but this time he didn't drink it dry.

He raised his head, and his eyes were drunk. His cold look was gone again, and the stiff smile on his face became natural.

He looked at Huaqing and said:

"You have a ghost in your heart!"

"Um?"

Hua Qing said in surprise:

"You guys, I kindly invite you to drink. Why do you scold me? Swear again! Seeing that I don't slap you, you are now like a waste, I can deal with you with just one finger."

"I didn't scold you, I just told the truth."

Wu Jian felt the sky spinning in front of him, and everything that could see clearly seemed to become blurred and chaotic. This novel experience made him grin.

Drunk is really interesting.

He raised his hand, grabbed the wine pot, and said to Huaqing with his body shaking:

"Do you think I can't see it, do you treat me like a fool? I keep asking me about Penglai, you are the descendant of Kunlun, why are you so interested in Penglai?
To be continued...