As expected, as Ye Qiu expected, two hours later, dozens of city lords were knocked down by Master Changmei.
"Hey, I taught you how to play and made the rules. If you don't get drunk, who will get drunk?"
Master Changmei jumped on the table, saw a group of city lords lying drunk on the ground, and said wildly, "Who else is there?"
"Who else?"
"Who else?"
I asked three times, but no one answered.
"Huh, a bunch of trash, they actually want to knock me down. Can you do it? Are you worthy?"
The real person with long eyebrows was in high spirits. He held a glass of wine, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and then said, "I haven't had such a good time in a long time. It's so good."
"Pindao suddenly became very interested in poetry and decided to write a poem."
Then, he shook his head and started chanting.
"Come to Qingyun Peak and drink like crazy to become an immortal."
"Lying drunk under the old pine tree, half covered by white clouds."
Ye Qiu was a little surprised. The old man's poetry writing had improved a lot, at least it was much better than his previous limericks.
Although this is also a limerick.
"What a poem!" Ziyang Tianzun applauded, slapping the table.
Master Changmei was even more proud and said, "Pindao writes another song."
"Famous and famous, I will give up on my mother. I have no intention of ending my official career early. I came to Qingyun Sect today, and I just want to find a good wife."
Hahaha……
The whole audience burst into laughter.
It's coming, the familiar smell is coming again.
Ye Qiu rolled his eyes.
"Senior, what do you think of this poem by Pindao?" Master Changmei asked.
Ziyang Tianzun said, "Good poem, good poem."
"Pindao feels the same way, I will write another song, please listen carefully..."
Chang Mei Zhenren began to write poetry again.
While everyone was having fun, Ye Wushuang took Ye Qiu to a corner and sat down.
"Qiu'er, you drank a lot, are you okay?" Ye Wushuang asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Ye Qiu looked at Ye Wushuang's face smelling of alcohol and said, "Father, you drank a lot, are you not drunk?"
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, "I am a saint after all. A mere hundred pounds of wine is like drinking boiled water."
Tsk, my father actually tricked me.
Ye Wushuang leaned back, put his arms on the ground, and said, "I haven't felt this relaxed for a long time."
When Ye Qiu heard this, he couldn't help turning his head. When he saw the white hair on Ye Wushuang's temples, he felt heartbroken and said, "Dad, you are suffering."
Ye Wushuang shook his head, "I don't feel bitter, at least I saw you... Qiu'er, do you feel that tonight's scene is a bit like the New Year in the secular world?"
Ye Qiu immediately understood Ye Wushuang's mood and asked, "Miss my mother?"
"Yes." Ye Wushuang said, "When I was in the secular world, I owed Jinglan. For so many years, you mother and son have been dependent on each other. Jinglan has sacrificed a lot for our family."
"Now we, father and son, are reunited, drinking and talking, but your mother is still alone in the secular world..."
"I don't know how she is doing now?"
Ye Qiu consoled him, "Dad, you made a mistake just now. Mom is not alone."
"Sister Lin, Sister Bing, and Xiaoxue, Xiao Ruyi are accompanying her, and she is enjoying it."
"Don't worry, I believe it won't be long before we can return to the secular world."
Ye Wushuang said, "I asked the master, and he has no way to go to the secular world. I am afraid that only the powerful emperor has the means to travel between the two worlds."
"I'm just a saint now. If I want to become an emperor, I don't know how long it will take to wait."
Ye Qiu said, "Master
As I said, some magical secret techniques and secret treasures can also travel to the secular world."
"Maybe we'll encounter something like this sometime."
"After all, my luck has always been better."
"I hope!" Ye Wushuang said, "I'm just worried now that by the time we can go back, your mother and others will have turned into a pile of loess."
"And your grandpa, at such an old age, I don't know if he can wait until the day I go back?"
Immortal cultivators live a long life, but Qian Jinglan and the others are just ordinary people and cannot withstand the passage of time.
"Dad, don't worry, please believe me, I will definitely find a way to go back." Ye Qiu said loudly.
Isn't the purpose of cultivating immortality just to protect your family?
If by the time he returns, his family members have already become dead souls, then what's the point of cultivating immortality?
Therefore, we must go back, and we must go back as soon as possible.
Ye Wushuang solemnly said, "Qiu'er, I believe you."
Ye Qiu smiled and asked, "Dad, did Master ask you to be the great elder of Qingyun Sword Sect?"
"Yes." Ye Wushuang nodded slightly and said, "Master is worried that the underworld will assassinate me next, so he keeps me in Qingyun Sword Sect to protect me."
"Although I accepted the position of great elder, I told my master and your father-in-law that I have nothing to do."
"So, next I plan to stay in Qingyun Sword Sect and concentrate on training."
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "That's good."
"Qiu'er, what are your plans next?" Ye Wushuang asked.
Ye Qiu said, "When I entered the world of cultivation, I only had three things to do."
"First, find you. Second, find the murderer who destroyed Baihua Palace and avenge Yue'er. Third, find Hu Zi."
"now
After I found you, I met Huzi some time ago, and now I know that the destruction of Baihua Palace has something to do with the underworld."
"Now, I still have one big thing to do, which is to find the destiny of heaven and become an emperor within a hundred years."
Ye Qiu's tone was heavy, and it could be heard that he was under great pressure.
Ye Wushuang patted Ye Qiu's shoulder and encouraged, "Qiu'er, don't be afraid, I will stand behind you at any time."
"Yes." Ye Qiu said, "Dad, thank you."
"I'm your father, why are you being polite to me?" Ye Wushuang said, "When the things here are settled, we will return to the secular world. At that time, you can marry your beauties together and have more children. Let me
You and your mother also enjoy family happiness."
"No problem." Ye Qiu agreed.
In this world, although there are beauties accompanying him, although there are no laws and regulations, and although he has made many friends, Ye Qiu has no sense of belonging at all.
In his heart, only the secular world is his home.
…
At midnight.
The banquet is over.
Those drunk city lords were helped to their rooms to rest by their disciples. There were also some city lords who had eaten too much meat of mythical beasts and could no longer suppress their state, so they had to survive the tribulation on the spot.
When Master Changmei was pulled away by the Jiujianxian, he kept mumbling, "I can still drink, and I still want to write poems..."
As for Ye Qiu, at the end of the banquet, he was directly pulled into Yun Xi's room by Fairy Baihua.
That night, the calamity continued outside, and the sound of thunder resounded across the rivers and mountains. But inside Yun Xi's room, the noise was equally loud, and the sound of fighting could not be heard without stopping. It was like crying.
Ye Qiu charged hard and killed everyone.
There are poems as evidence
The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, it's time for men to exert themselves!
