"The poor Taoist outside the square, not ... hmm?" The old Taoist suddenly nose moved, a beckoning hand, that gourd somehow came to his hands, placed on the tip of the nose sniffed, the old Taoist two eyes shine, tilted his head is gulp gulp two big mouth.
"Good wine!" The old Taoist's face was red: "I've never drunk such wine, mellow and strong, good, good. This wine is rare in the world, how did you get it?"
This big face was red as if it was that extra-large burrito that had just come out of the oven, Jiang Fan could not help but bellyache. But in the face of this inscrutable old Taoist priest can only accompany the smiling face: "Taoist master like it is good, the kid brewed it himself."
"Brew it yourself? Can't see that little brother still has this kind of skill."
"That is of course, the kid also has two skills ... and so on, wait a moment, you leave me some ..."
...
Jiang Fan's face was grumpy.
A gourd of wine, a full catty and a half, the words did not finish, has seen the bottom.
Still really belongs to the toad, really Tian Ji Zi!
Still can only bellyache.
This fat old road a reed across the river, ghosts know what origin, anyway, certainly powerful. This world can be different from the old home, or be careful not to offend.
"Ahem ..." The old Tao also felt a little embarrassed.
"Little brother just verse is good, but seems to only get half, why not make up the whole?"
"No."
"Nope? How can it be gone? It's clearly ..."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes, the wine gourd turned upside down, not a single drop trickled down.
"But it's not gone."
The old Tao hehehe smile, scratching his head, "This wine is indeed wonderful, the poor Tao broke the fast, the infinite heavenly father ..."
Also immeasurable heavenly father, heavenly father wine is really immeasurable ah ...
"... that, can't drink little brother's wine for nothing, want poor Tao to pass you a hand of kung fu?"
"Do not learn." Jiang Fan was straightforward.
"Not learning?" The old Taoist monk froze: "You don't know the name of the poor Taoist?"
"Know ah, you do not say it, Tian Ji ... son well."
The old Taoist face is again a black, you damn must be read separately is it.
"Since you know the poor Tao's Tao number, you should know that this world kill array, I dare to say second, no one dares to say first!"
Jiang Fan was dumbfounded, "I say, don't you have any other way to brag here?"
"You ... you ...! Bastard! Immeasurable that Heavenly Father, angry at the poor road also!"
"Hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry. Kid is just casually so say, the Taoist master you can not move angry, gas big hurt body, I have a pot here, filial piety."
Tian Ji Zi grunted a few times, in the end took the wine, while drinking, said: "Poor Tao still have a few hands, learn no harm."
Jiang Fan's head shook like a rattle drum: "No learning, no learning."
The old Taoist curiosity: "The world if you can get poor Taoist teaching is not willing to, you this doll why so strange?"
Said, carefully measuring the young man, but the heart can not help but be surprised, this son of qi seems to be hidden in the clouds, can not be seen. Under the old Taoist curiosity, can not help but pinch the finger projection, but hidden fog steam, which seems to have thunder and lightning, but could not launch the cause and effect.
Jiang Fan lazily leaned on the bow of the boat: "Chivalry with martial arts to violate the prohibition, have two skills always want to compare, will not be not to cause trouble."
"Uh?" Tian Ji Zi seemed to have heard this theory for the first time and couldn't help but find it interesting.
"A chivalrous man violates the prohibition with his martial arts, that's a wonderful thing to say, when floating a great white."
Jiang Fan spread his hands, "Just drink if you want to, what excuse are you looking for."
The old Taoist held back the urge to smack him on the spot, and looked Jiang Fan up and down a few times, "Little brother is a wonderful person, he is a clever man, he is a clever man, he has a beautiful belly, and his heart is also interesting."
Jiang Fan waved his hand in great disapproval, "Master Taoist, fishing and brewing is really interesting."
Fat Taoist stroked his beard and said: "Look at your young age, how so transcendent, young people should be heroic and heroic, should not be so."
Jiang Fan said: "People have their own aspirations, the boy's life is a flat boat, a pot of wine is enough, plain and simple is true."
The old Taoist even revealed a deep thought color: "A flat boat, a pot of wine, plain and simple is true ... little brother this statement is quite suitable for my Taoist quiet and do-nothing intention, did not think that today's Northwest line actually encountered you this kind of young man."
He suddenly tilted his head and drank it all, laughing: "Also, can't drink in vain. Observe that little brother's spirit is full of energy, but he knows the method of practicing qi?"
Jiang Fan casually said, "With an old family ... old man has learned a little, is to raise qi fitness".
The old Taoist priest said, "That's good."
Speaking, swinging duster, suddenly all four fields are silent, everything in heaven and earth as if instantly static, the river stops flowing, a flower hanging in mid-air does not fall, reed swings stop swinging, a heron for the wings want to fly attitude. Jiang Fan has never seen such a scene, and was suddenly surprised.
In a moment, an inexplicable white light from the river rose, as if a white rainbow, surging into a small gourd.
The old Taoist monk flexed his fingers and the gourd slowly flew back into Jiang Fan's arms. Everything returned to normal with it.
"If you are in danger in the future, you can open this gourd and lock the enemy with your qi, which will save your life."
Jiang Fan looked straight ahead.
Seeing him like this, the old Taoist priest was pleased in his heart and whisked his beard, "How, not to the point of losing you."
Jiang Fan froze holding the gourd, a long time skimmed his mouth: "This is still how to load the wine ...."
The old Taoist monk some confused, together with the poor road a life preservation talisman can not exchange you a pot of wine?
"Kid, you can not think that the poor Taoist bluffing, see well."
Said, a swing duster, only to see the river above the sudden rise of a huge wave, and then like a train rushed to the center of the river a huge reef, loud bang, the reef was actually crashed into a smash.
I fucking!
The reef is more than ten feet high, right, Jiang Fan open mouth, this is also good?
The old Taoist proudly smiled: "How, know the poor Taoist said is not false?"
But see that the teenager stayed for a moment, suddenly picked up the head of a wine gourd, carefully passed over the road: "You, drink two pots ..."
The duster snapped and fell on the boat, the old Taoist priest pointed at him, open-mouthed and tongue-tied.
A moment later, the old Taoist monk grunted and threw the gourd to Jiang Fan: "Kid, can you be satisfied."
Jiang Fan hemmed and hawed and laughed, "Satisfied, satisfied, old Taoist you are a good person, early in the morning I could see that you are a good person who tells the rules, you won't take my wine for nothing."
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes, only feeling that he hadn't been so blocked in many years.
"In that case, the poor Taoist will take his leave." Saying that, he got up to leave, he was really afraid that staying with this teenager for a while longer would damage his Taoist heart.
"Wait, wait ..." Jiang Fan hurriedly greeted.
The old Taoist monk wondered, "Kid, could it be that there is still wine to give to the poor Taoist?"
Jiang Fan is a little embarrassed, scratching his head, coy for a long time, actually touch out another gourd.
"Really have wine? You waifu is too uncool."
"No, not ... you, you also sat in my boat ..."
"You ... me ...," the old Taoist priest's heart was stuffed to death.
Jiang Fan saw that he was silent, and said carefully, "You see, you are the good man ... who speaks the rules."
Waiting for me here? The old Taoist monk only felt that the ghost is obsessed, how to get on the thief ship of this guy.
...
"Little bastard, remember to make up the poem!"
The river surface after sound indistinct, but no longer see the old Taoist silhouette.
Jiang Fan holding three gourds, half a giggle.
Although he was reduced from a little brother to a kid and then to a little bastard, this trip was worth it. As for the character in the mind of the old Taoist priest ...
What is character?