Seeing Pei Ye's refusal, the young disciple hurriedly looked up at Pei Ye, trying to say something to change Pei Ye's intentions.

"...but the elder..."

Pei Ye tapped a corner of the white jade table with his mobile phone fan in his hand, and then made the corner turn into white powder and fall to the ground.

"Hey, I'm older, I have a little back and I can't hear what others say... Oh, by the way, what did you say just now?"

The two young disciples looked at the pile of powder on the ground in cold sweat, and swallowed nervously and fearfully.

They dare not think about what the consequences would be if they fell on them just now.

I also knew that Pei Ye was very dissatisfied with their attitude, and he didn't want to meet Elder Jiulian. If he continued to linger, he might even lose his life.

"No, no, nothing, I will definitely bring the words of the True Lord to the elders."

Pei Ye smiled gently, waved his sleeves and sent the two out of the pavilion with a few meters away from the pavilion, and removed his mental suppression.

Seeing the two disciples of Tianyin Valley running away in a panic, Fang Moqing looked at Pei Ye worriedly: "Master, did you let them go?"

Pei Ye asked back: "What else? Could it be that they will be killed?"

Fang Moqing hurriedly bowed and confessed: "Disciple doesn't dare, I don't have this intention."

Pei Ye raised his hand and helped him up, and said in a gentle voice: "What are you doing? You are not blamed for your master. Don't blame me at any time. How inhumane is your master... The two of you just had a little bad attitude, and the disciples of Tianyin Valley have always been arrogant, and they have looked at people with their nostrils once or twice. Take a step back and say that the Demon-Suppressing Tower has indeed caused a lot of trouble for the cultivation world. Not to mention the disciples of Tianyin Valley, the disciples of other sects also have a lot of complaints about Lingji Sect. There are people who praise the high and lower the situation everywhere, just ignore this kind of person."

Fang Moqing stood up, looked up slightly at Pei Ye with a clear and slight smile.

"Yes, I won't know how to do it in the future."

Pei Ye nodded comfortably. This is the best way to be an obedient apprentice. It is best to keep the skin of this little white rabbit, never turn black, and never have the idea of ​​getting involved with the master. Otherwise, Pei Ye would have to destroy the flowers and clean up the portal.

Fang Moqing stood behind Pei Ye, looking at Master's smile, and inexplicably felt a little cold.

The four of them stayed in the pavilion for another half an hour.

Finally, Lang Qinghe looked at Shichen and stood up regretfully to say goodbye.

The two of them were just casual cultivators. Although his strength was good, Liu Feifei had just entered the entrance, so the location of the arranged living room was naturally not much better, remote and far away. It was not allowed to fly with swords in Tianyin Valley. Now that I walked back, it was almost dark.

"It's already this time? Time flies so fast, so it's time for us to go back." Pei Ye pretended to look at the sky, walked out of the pavilion with Lang Qinghe, and walked out of the pavilion for a while. When she was about to reach the intersection, she suddenly remembered something and reminded with a smile, "The formal talks between various sects lasted for seven days, and thousands of monks gathered here, mixed with fish and dragons. If you encounter any trouble these days, you can come to the guesthouse to find me."

Lang Qinghe was flattered and wanted to speak: "This--"

Pei Ye interrupted him: "I and my friends hit it off at first sight, so I would be too polite to refuse or something."

That being said, Lang Qinghe is no longer polite.

The four of them separated at the fork in the road. Pei Ye was still watching the two of them with their backs in place, his eyes surging with emotions that Fang Moqing couldn't understand. He tried to say, "Master admires this fellow Taoist so much, why didn't you just speak up and take him into the immortal peak?"

Lang Qinghe also had the intention to join Lingjizong.

As the True Lord Yanghua, Master is also famous in the world of cultivation. He wants to accept disciples, but who is willing to refuse?

Pei Ye said: "Some things focus on one fate. If fate has not arrived, it is not beautiful."

Although Fang Moqing didn't understand, he didn't dare to follow the truth.

"A disciple of Mo Qing, you go and do your business first. I want to go for a walk alone." Pei Ye sent Fang Moqing away, and then admired the sea of ​​flowers for a while. When he reached a peach blossom forest, he casually folded one and put it in his hair crown, waving leisurely and humming a light tune in his mouth.

"There are beautiful scenery and beauty, but unfortunately there is less wine and cigarettes..."

After saying that, she was stunned for a moment.

She has drunk alcohol, and the alcohol content is very good. After all, some extreme cold training must be done with strong alcohol.

cigarette……

What's going on?

Whether it is online or offline stores, you will not sell cigarettes to minors at all. Pei Ye doesn’t remember that he had smoked cigarettes.

I haven't smoked it, but when I think about it, I feel greedy.

Pei Ye smacked his lips and gave a three-point discount in his good mood at the beginning.

It is impossible to smoke. She doesn't have cigarettes, but she has wine. Her fingers brushed across the Qiankun bag, and seven or eight black round belly wine jars appeared beside her. She didn't care about hygiene, turned her head slightly, opened her mouth and bit the red cloth wine stuffed to one side, raised her head and opened her mouth to pour it into her mouth.

“The degree is not enough, but the taste is OK.”

The Peach Blossom Forest is remote, Pei Ye was not worried that someone would come to see the prodigal son who was drinking in the flower forest of the high mountain. He drank two jars with confidence. The wine surged, and the heat flowed all over his body, and he was inexplicably heavy. Pei Ye blinked and muttered vaguely: "Is he drunk?"

It's unscientific. When did her alcohol tolerance be so poor?

Little did she know that it was the problem of these spiritual wines. Not to mention that her vest had lost all her cultivation. Even if her cultivation was still there, she would not use her spiritual power to slowly dissolve the mellow spiritual energy contained in the spiritual wine, and she would get drunk after drinking it. Not to mention that she was drinking so fiercely, and the spirit wine had a strong momentum, so she could not die of drunkenness from the two jars, which was already amazing. Pei Ye supported her swollen forehead and leaned against the tree with her legs.

After a while, the cold white jade-like face dyed crimson and his eyes were filled with hazy water.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky, and yawned a little.

I was muttering something, my head tilted, closed my eyelids that were heavy as if I had been filled with lead water, and a slight snoring sounded in a moment.

The sunset is setting, and the sight of the peach blossom forest is getting darker.

Accompanied by a slight sound of footsteps, the graceful and graceful red figure went from far to near.

Pei Ye felt something, and opened his eyes reluctantly, waved his hands at the person who came, and danced so hard that he could fly.

"Junior Sister Yangxiao~~~"

"Drunk?"

Master Yang Jingzhen looked down at the two round belly wine jars lying in the grass.

Seeing the words on the sake jar, the corners of my mouth twitched.

He recognized this kind of spiritual wine.

It is said that one cup can kill the foundation-building monk, ten cups can pour out the golden elixir monk, and one jar can get the Nascent Soul monk.

"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy and a little hot..."

Pei Ye sat on the ground, patted his head with both hands, and covered his face with both hands.

When Zhenjun Yang Jing saw her confused eyes, he knew that she was talking drunk.

"You're drunk."

Pei Ye said stubbornly: "I'm not drunk. Look, I can still stand up."

She raised her hand and grabbed Yang Jingzhenjun's wrist, tried to leverage the force, and shaking her feet halfway and sat back.

Pei Ye stared at his hands blankly, then looked up at Yang Jingzhenjun's expressionless face.

"Why can't you stand up?"

"You are drunk and your legs are weak."

Pei Ye shook his head and said seriously: "No, no, no, no, I'm not drunk, it's the fault of gravity."
Chapter completed!