I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 349 Don't Eat Coriander
"boom!"

This time, the wine jar was smashed against the wall, and the guests who were closer quickly used their spiritual power to block the fragments.

"Good wine!" Che Zhuo laughed a few times, Ren Zhen's eyes widened, and his scarred face turned wine red.

How could a monk get drunk?
"Don't stop talking!" Che Zhuo's voice fluctuated, his cheeks were as red as dried jujubes, from his ears to his neck, he looked completely drunk, Ren Zhen couldn't believe it.

No matter how fast he drinks, a monk in the Void Refining Stage can easily dissolve the alcohol and it should not affect his body at all... Unless... Ren Zhen quietly put down his chopsticks, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

Cha Zhuo deliberately didn't try to dissolve the alcohol, he just wanted to get drunk.

"Hurry up and talk!"

Che Zhuo let out a loud roar, and there was a spiritual storm in the small shop. Ren Zhen reached out to protect the wooden table in time, so that the food and drink were not overturned.Others were not so lucky. The unexpected aura storm smashed the empty table that hadn't been cleared up in time, the porcelain fragments splashed, and the empty jar in the corner was smashed to pieces. Messy.

"Ah, ha, ha..." The guests at the table closer to Che Zhuo laughed dryly, reaching out to brush the vegetable leaves above their heads, "We will say it now! We will say it now!"

The companions around him kept saying "No" and "Nuo Nuo", randomly picking up topics, talking without beginning or ending, trying their best to be empty and indifferent so as not to attract Che Zhuo's attention.

"The weather is so hot recently..."

"I saw a cat in the south of the city yesterday..."

"When you shit in the morning..."

"Bang!" The wine jug slammed against the wall with a bang, interrupting the conversation about shit.

"You kid, what are you talking about?" Che Zhuo glared so hard that the speaker sat down on the ground. "Didn't you see that everyone is eating? Tell me something serious!"

The person who fell on the ground hurriedly got up, and a new round of nonsense started in the store. This time, no one dared to be perfunctory, but no one dared to speak too "seriously", for fear of arousing Che Zhuo's interest.Only Ren Zhen was alone at the table, with his head buried in his wine glass, secretly praying that Che Zhuo would not make trouble for him.

A drunk peak refiner is probably more dangerous than a first-class desolate beast.

"Our team hunted a mantis-shaped desolate beast last time..."

"The price of Desolation Pill has recently increased..."

"When I practiced last night, I felt..."

"I heard that the Nine Great Immortals School will come to practice in a few days..."

"Nine Immortal Schools!" Che Zhuo suddenly whined, and the last speaker shrank.

"Those bastards in the Heavenly Court! They sent us to practice hard in the wilderness! But let the boys from the Nine Great Immortal School enjoy the blessings! Eat and drink!" Che Zhuo wrinkled his face in disgust, and swallowed his wine.

The guests in the tavern stared wide-eyed and fell silent for a moment in the face of Che Zhuo's sudden complaint.

"Don't you think so?" Che Zhuo glanced at the table next to him, his voice suddenly raised, everyone nodded in agreement in fright, for fear of being slapped on the face by a wine jar, Ren Zhen also shook his head alone, trying to Blend in with the crowd.

Seeing the "drinking friends" responding, Che Zhuo put down the wine jar with satisfaction, burped loudly, and awkwardly picked up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of messy gray tofu, but because he couldn't pick up the messy gray tofu, he was immediately annoyed .

"Unlucky! Blame those bastards from the Nine Great Immortals School!" Che Zhuo threw the chopsticks forcefully, and the two bamboo chopsticks were as fast as lightning, piercing two holes in the cement pillar wrapped in wooden veneer in the store, and nailing them directly into the owner's ear next to the shelf.

It took a moment for the shop owner to react. He twisted his neck tremblingly and looked at the bamboo chopsticks submerged in the wall. He almost lost his breath, squatted down silently, and hugged his head behind the counter.

Ren Zhen felt the wave of aura coming from behind the counter, and felt a burst of envy in his heart. The owner of the shop seemed to have opened a protective circle, and perhaps he had already been on guard against Che Zhuo.

"Shopkeeper!" Unexpectedly, he was immediately missed by Che Zhuo, "Bring me another pair of chopsticks!" Ren Zhen saw the shopkeeper almost crying out of the counter.

"Fuck Nine Great Immortals School!" Che Zhuo continued to yell, looking around fiercely, "None of you are Nine Great Immortals School, right?"

All the people shook their heads like a rattle, even the owner of the shop who was holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks was no exception.

Ren Zhen also lowered his head and shook his head, completely disregarding integrity and morality, survival is the most important thing at this moment.Besides, I have told enough lies. If it would have affected my path, I would have been killed by the five thunders.

Che Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, took the bamboo chopsticks with his hand, and almost poked the shop owner's eyes. "It doesn't matter if you have it, it doesn't matter if you have it... being sent to work in the wilderness is also regarded as being abandoned by the heaven... you can no longer talk to those classmates and you can't enjoy the cultivation of the heaven... same as us, same as us! "

Ren Zhen lowered his head and sipped his wine glass, thinking about what Che Zhuo had said.Unexpectedly, Che Zhuo was not from the Nine Great Immortal Schools, and it is not easy for non-advanced Immortal School students to reach the peak of refining Xu.

Che Zhuo drank another jar of wine, and his expression began to be in a trance, so he stopped trying to pick up vegetables with chopsticks, and directly picked up the plate and put the tofu in his mouth.

"It's delicious! I like your tofu! It's delicious! You should try it too!"

After all, he glanced around the store, and his eyes stopped on Ren Zhen who was sitting alone, making Ren Zhen's heart tighten, apparently he hadn't noticed him at all before.

Fortunately, Che Zhuo's gaze only stayed on Ren Zhen for a moment, and then he looked at Yao Pengtian's attendant's table, and the three of them suddenly turned pale.

"Come here! I invite you to eat tofu!" Che Zhuo picked up a plate of tofu, spilled it before getting up, shook the empty plate, and knocked half of the plate off the concrete pillar with a click.

"Come! Eat...tofu!" Che Zhuo didn't notice that there was only half an empty plate left in his hand, and he was about to get angry when he caught a follower of Yao Pengtian. The sharp edge of the broken porcelain plate made him take a few steps back and overthrow the Chair.

"Don't go! It's really, really... delicious!" Che Zhuo stretched out his heavy arm and grabbed the collar and pulled him back. He held a broken plate in his other hand and was about to stuff it into the person's mouth.

Yao Pengtian's follower was covered in cold sweat, twisting his head and struggling.

Suddenly, his companion had a quick wit and hurriedly shouted at the drunken Che Zhuo: "The three of us don't eat coriander! Don't eat coriander!"

"Don't eat coriander?" Che Zhuo stopped suspiciously, and he let go of his wrist and fell back to the stool. "Don't eat coriander?"

Seeing the effect of the nonsense, the man quickly repeated: "Yes! There is coriander on this tofu! We can't eat it!"

Immediately afterwards, Ren Zhen, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly felt a surge of manic spiritual power.

"You don't even eat coriander!"

Che Zhuo's face was red and bruised, and he punched out unprepared. "Cilantro is so delicious! You don't even eat cilantro!"

"boom!"

Alcohol had already made Che Zhuo lose his mind, this punch did not hold back, and the person in front of him was thrown flying.

(End of this chapter)