Chapter 17

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I’m Still Drinking Wine (2)

“Master…” Pei Yu called out silently with tears in her eyes.

She suddenly woke up when she thought of something——beef, beef noodles?

“Little immortal chief, you’re hungry, so I asked the waiter to prepare a bowl of beef noodles, and I was about to bring it to you.” After Chu Xiaotang finished speaking, she saw the child’s eyes misty and stood still.

“Little immortal?”

Pei Yu murmured: “Master, did you kill Lao Tzu… Forget it, if Master is happy, kill it. If Master is happy, I will treat it well.”

Chu Xiaotang opened her mouth, “Huh?”

The child’s face was pale, with only a trace of crimson on her cheeks. Chu Xiaotang felt uncomfortable. She walked quickly and put his hand on her forehead, “Ah, little immortal chief, you are hot!”

No wonder she said such nonsense.

Only then did Pei Yu see that the faint figure was not her master, her complexion immediately became cold, and she shouted, “Let go!”

Chu Xiaotang shivered with fright, put her hands down hurriedly, and said with a smile: “I’ll get you a doctor.”

“Wait!”

Pei Yu looked at her coldly, “Where is my cow?”

Chu Xiaotang was stunned, “Tethered well in the backyard.”

Pei Yu breathed a sigh of relief, “You don’t need to ask a doctor, let someone feed him some cabbage until he is full.”

Chu Xiaotang wanted to struggle, but after looking at her, she still didn’t dare to resist and nodded silently.

“Wait!”

“Little immortal?”

Pei Yu asked with a cold face, “Where are the beef noodles?”

Chu Xiaotang’s lips turned up and she almost laughed. She looks fierce, but she is still a child after all.

She suppressed a smile, pointed to the desktop, and said, “Where is it?”

Pei Yu couldn’t see clearly, and her eyes were vague. She fumbled and walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the noodles in silence.

The beef noodles at this restaurant are really outstanding.

The beef was cut boldly, with tendons and a large piece of meat. There were a few green onions on the red noodle soup, and there was also a fried golden poached egg floating in it.

People can’t help but move their index fingers.

After eating the noodles, she sweated thinly on her body, and her stomach was hot. She was energetic immediately and her vision was clearer.

Ji Yue had already secretly observed the girl who was eating noodles by herself. After seeing her put down her chopsticks, she walked forward and bowed first, and then asked: “Ji Yue, under the Zhuangzi Saints Sect, would I dare to ask the name of the senior?”

Pei Yu smiled and lightly patted her hand on the table, “Senior?”

She tilted her head and said innocently, “Elder Sister, I’m just a child.”

Ji Yue was a little surprised.

She originally admired jade, used the rain in the sky as the wine, and the gods as the bottle. She must be an expert in disguise. Perhaps she has a special hobby to pretend to be a child.

Unexpectedly, this person tilted her head and said that she was really a child.

Why are you so mysterious as a child?

Pei Yu blinked, “Sister, what’s the matter?”

Ji Yue was stalked by her, paused, and then said: “Why do you… why do you want to toast with me?”

Pei Yu pointed her fingers: “Play house.”

Ji Yue straightened up, still a little unresponsive, “Play house?”

At this time, a huge coercion fell from the sky, the face of the jade was white, and her hands couldn’t help but clenched the edge of the table, and large grains of cold sweat rolled down from her forehead.

Ji Yue saw that she was like this and believed that she was really not a senior, so she secretly used her cultivation base to protect the child and spread the message with her spiritual sense: “Uncle Master, I am here.”

In an instant, a middle-aged man appeared in the center of the inn.

This person’s face is similar to Zhang Ru’s by seven points, but his smiling eyes are like frost and coldness at this time.

Zhang Li is so fast? Pei Yu lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, thinking to herself.

Ji Yue stepped forward and bowed respectfully, shouting: “Uncle Master.”

Zhang Li snorted and ignored her.

This is also human nature. His own son is dead and his soul is still missing, so no one can be interesting.

Ji Yue still maintained a bowed posture to tell Zhang Li about the blood mist.

They are separated by a barrier, Pei Yu can’t hear the two talk, but can analyze one or two things from their gestures and expressions.

After Zhang Li heard about the blood mist, his face became paler. Compared with the anger of the parent and child being killed, there was more panic and horror on it.

Ji Yue was still neither humble nor overbearing, speaking of what she saw in the blood mist.

Zhang Li nodded, just when he wanted to speak, a wet figure rushed in the door hurriedly. When the man saw them, he knelt on the ground and cried: “Senior Sister, Senior Uncle!”

Zhang Li stood still in the distance, “Zhang Suishan, are you still alive?”

Zhang Suishan was in a daze, so he became more sober when he heard this, and cried: “Uncle Master, the mist, we encountered the blood mist of three hundred years ago!”

Pei Yu couldn’t hear them anymore, and she wanted to set up an enchantment again. She glanced at everyone in the hall under the guise of lowering her head to drink tea.

It is now night, and there are not many people in the inn. Sitting in the upper right corner is a sick and weak scholar in tsing yi, who is dipping his finger in tea on the table and writing indiscriminately. On the third table next to him was a monk with closed eyes and folded hands, dressed in a robe, muttering to himself, mostly chanting.

The scholar turned his head to look over, and met the little girl with curious eyes. His pale lips twitched, and he squeezed a smile at the girl thinking he was kind and good-looking, but was actually ghostly.

Pei Yu knew this person.

Zhao Xiyuan’s son——Zhao Hengyu: deviated from the classics, loves ghosts alone, and a Mo Sect rookie.

And that monk, called Master Tianxin, was known as the most talented young man in Buddhism for thousands of years.

But——

They were all defeated by her subordinates .

Zhao Hengyu continued to draw strange patterns on the table with his long nails. After the last stroke was completed, he slowly raised his head and said: “Elder Zhang, the blood mist reappears in the world, and it is related to the survival of the world. Why should the elders hide the information privately? “

Zhang Li sneered and shouted: “Who are you? Are you also worthy to speak in front of me.”

Zhao Hengyu lowered his head, gently scratching his long nails on the wooden table, making an unpleasant “hiss” sound.

He said: “I really am not a thing, but the elders can be regarded as a thing.”

Zhang Li’s expression changed, and he always felt that this sentence was a bit strange.

Pei Yu thought, now that Zhao Hengyu is a disciple of Mo sect, there must be a good show later. Mo Sect is good at making ghosts, and is often reprimanded by the Zhuangzi Saints as “incorrect”, and his interest in blood mist falls within reason.

She wanted to sit still and watch the play, but her sight was blocked.

Chu Xiaotang had a few small cabbage leaves on her body, and sat in front of Pei Yu, yelling: “Little immortal chief, your cow is amazing. Just like a human, he has to pick the heart of the cabbage for it! Eat the middle!”

“Little immortal chief?” Master Tianxin suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a smile, “Who is the little immortal chief from?”

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of those people turned towards Pei Yu. Chu Xiaotang also seemed to find something wrong, glanced at the child nervously, and secretly moved a few steps aside.

Does Buddhism want to come here too? Or, want to drag Gushan into the water.

Pei Yu hung her head, timidly.

But what does blood mist, Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism and Mo have anything to do with her?

She is just a weak, poor and helpless child.

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