Mount Zhongnan.
Sword Pavilion's thatched cottage.
On the peak of the mountain covered in spiritual energy, the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest rustled in the wind.
Outside the thatched cottage, there was a bamboo table, and three figures were sitting at the table.
Lu Dongxuan pinched the big golden chain around his neck and pointed at the cup in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Fill it up!"
Xie Yunling smiled, pinched the wine pot, and poured the clear wine.
The sword Saint Hua Dongliu sat at the side. He raised his chopsticks and picked up a plate of peanuts placed on the bamboo table.
A pot of wine and a plate of peanuts.
The three old men actually drank wine in front of Gu.
There was a bit of leisure and elegance, and a bit of elegance.
"Young master has taken white jade capital into seclusion for several months. In this world... Many people can't help it anymore."
