In these years, everyone has been submissive in front of him, and they dare not take a breath.
Therefore, he could no longer remember the last time he had dinner with others at the same table.
Not to mention……
Does anyone else make such a request to drink his wine?
He stopped the guard behind him, looked at Yi Feng with interest, and said leisurely: "Little brother, do you know that my wine is not something that ordinary people can drink."
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
He wanted to know how this little mortal would respond to his difficulties.
But what he didn't expect was that Yi Feng said with a relaxed expression: "Then I am really not an ordinary person."
"oh?"
This actually made the middle-aged man more interested, and Youyou asked: "Then tell me, why are you not an ordinary person?"
"Remember, think about your answer."
"If you don't answer well, I'll punish you for being reckless."
Yi Feng took a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Do you think if I were really an ordinary person, I would sit at the same table with you to eat?"
Hear the words.
The middle-aged man was suddenly startled.
After reacting, he was greatly appreciated.
"Good, good, good, so extraordinary."
For a moment, the look he looked at Yi Feng became intriguing.
If he thought Yi Feng was interesting before, that was all.
This feeling is like a person who sees an interesting ant and will observe him on a whim, but after observing him, he will no longer be interested. After all, ants are ants after all.
But at this moment, he really looked at Yi Feng with admiration.
Because Yi Feng's answer was really too quick.
Not only did he resolve his difficulty, but he also gave him a thumbs up, but he still couldn't refute.
Because if you really refute it, wouldn’t you be belittling yourself?
"Here, I'll pour you a glass, but only this one." The middle-aged man personally lifted the jade vase and filled a glass for Yi Feng.
“Good wine.”
Yi Feng took a sip and couldn't help but admire: "If I could drink this good wine every day, my life would be so happy."
Hearing Yi Feng's words, the guards behind the middle-aged man were filled with anger.
If the middle-aged man hadn't stopped him, he would have slapped this mortal to death.
You don't even look at who is sitting across from you, and your attitude is so disrespectful.
And I don’t know how precious that small glass of wine is. Being able to pour you a glass of wine is a blessing you earned in your previous life. Do you still want to drink it every day?
It's really whimsical.
"By the way, I'm Yifeng. After drinking my brother's wine, you still haven't asked me what my name is?" Yi Feng asked while eating the food.
"Desolate and pathless!"
The middle-aged man said.
"The name is quite nice."
Yi Feng nodded and asked again: "By the way, brother, you are not a cultivator, are you?"
Huang Wujing glanced at Yi Feng. After a slight hesitation, he shook his head and said, "No, I'm not. I'm just a...well, a businessman. Yes, I'm just a businessman."
"I see." Yi Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Then it seems that you are like me, and you don't have the spiritual roots to practice."
"Be bold!"
These words finally made the black-clothed guard unable to bear it any longer.
To actually say that Your Majesty has no cultivation spiritual roots is to blind you. If a little mortal like you knew about Your Majesty's cultivation, I would probably scare you to death.
"Shut up."
However, Huang Wujing shouted loudly: "How can you speak here?"
The guard in black was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly shut up and retreated.
Huang Wujing then smiled and said to Yi Feng: "Don't mind, little brother, my guards are just directors."
"It's okay, it's just that I was abrupt."
Yi Feng said nonchalantly, but his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally looking at the wine bottle in the wilderness.
He scratched his head and finally asked sheepishly: "Brother, is there any way I can get you to pour me another glass?"
"Hahaha."
Hear the words.
Huang Wujing laughed. It was really the first time for him to see such an interesting mortal.
have to say.
He felt very comfortable in contact with this mortal.
At least he can say what he wants and do what he wants. He won't be like other people who are submissive in front of him and don't dare to stand or sit down.
As the saying goes, the stronger you are, the lonelier you will be.
So someone as strong as him would come to such a remote place, sit in a tavern, drink, and see the local customs.
But at this moment, simply getting along with Yi Feng made him feel a long-lost feeling in his heart.
"Little brother, are you a scholar?"
Huang Wujing looked Yi Feng up and down again and asked.
"Yes, and no, it counts as half." Yi Feng said with a smile.
"Okay, then I will test you."
Huang Wujing's eyes flashed, thinking about the problem. He happened to see the wine bottle placed next to him, and said: "The little brother will compose a poem with wine in half a moment. If he can compose it, today's wine bag
If you drink freely, but if you can't do it, then I will turn my back on you."
"In one moment, wine composes poetry?"
Yi Feng shook his head and asked, "Do you have any other requests?"
"There are no requirements, as long as you can make it within the specified time." Huang Wujing said with a smile.
"If it's so simple, then I should have a drink today."
Yi Feng raised the corner of his mouth. Under the dull gaze of Huang Wuji, he took the jade bottle and started pouring wine for himself. He said with a smile: "I met you for the first time, and it was like old friends returning home. We drank together and talked happily.
Raise a glass and get drunk."
After the voice fell, the wine was just filled, and Yi Feng raised his glass and stretched it towards Huang Wujing.
Huang Wujing looked at Yi Feng blankly.
After reacting, he burst into laughter.
"It's like returning from an old friend. It seems that my little brother and I really feel like old friends!" Huang Wujie quickly raised his wine glass and clinked it with Yi Feng.
After finishing a glass, he helped Yi Feng fill it up again.
Never be stingy with the wine from the jade bottle anymore.
For a time, the two of them chatted more and more.
After three rounds of drinking.
Yi Feng burped, stood up and said, "Brother, wait for me for a while. I also have a dog. I'm going to give it something to eat."
With that said, Yi Feng picked up a packed meal and walked downstairs.
Looking at Yi Feng's back, Huang Wuji smiled with admiration.
But the guard in black couldn't help it anymore and asked quickly: "Your Majesty, I'm just a mortal, why do you... isn't this a waste of your time?"
"Humph, what do you know?"
Huang Wujing shouted in a deep voice: "At least I feel more comfortable looking at him than looking at you."
The guard in black looked ugly.
I really don’t know what kind of bad luck this mortal has got, to be able to win the favor of His Majesty.
I don’t know how you, a little mortal, will react when you know your true identity.