I can't die anyway [Quick Transmigration]

After Gu Yanzhi blinked innocently, his voice became even more innocent: "I just smiled at that fairy, didn't I want to prove that the majestic Qingyuan Xianjun was not deceived by beauty and dispel the rumors?"

"Is that so?" Bai Qingyuan asked, his momentum slightly slowed down.

Gu Yanzhi nodded furiously on his face, becoming more unscrupulous and unrestrained: "Besides, in terms of handsomeness, my original appearance is better. I can't find what I want?"

Bai Qingyuan: "..."

The murderous atmosphere swept over again, and the door of the small room was knocked suddenly. It was the shop assistant who brought the side dishes, and the topic ended here.

Because Gu Yanzhi ordered all the spiritual food in Zuixiaolou with a wave of his hand, and the shopkeeper didn't dare to neglect, so the dishes were served in the small room one by one, and they were quickly ordered layer by layer. Listed up, piled up a full table.

It is also fortunate that people who cultivate immortals have long since stopped eating grains and transcended the world. Even if they eat too much of these spiritual foods, they will only benefit their cultivation and will not cause any harm to their bodies.

Of course, the spiritual beasts of the spiritual valley are treasures in this world, and the price of making them into spiritual food is even more expensive.

But Qingyuan Xianjun is rich.Otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome, Gu Yanzhi thought happily.

He originally wanted to ask the shopkeeper for a jar of good wine, but considering that his current identity is Bai Qingyuan and not Gu Yanzheng, it is not appropriate to order this table of dishes. Not so good.

So I had to give up.

After the dishes were served, Gu Yanzhi ordered people to close the door and not to disturb. After Qingyuan Xianjun re-established the barrier, he couldn't wait to grab a chopstick and throw the eight-treasure duck meat he had been thinking about so much into his mouth.

One bite, the gravy is delicious, the meat is crispy, salty and tender, and the articulate taste remains fragrant.

While chewing, he squinted his eyes, Gu Yanzhi picked up another filling from the chopsticks, and savored it carefully. He probably tasted the sweetness of glutinous rice, the freshness of shrimp, the crispness of bamboo shoots, and the softness of chestnuts...

Happiness made me feel better physically and mentally.

Gu Yanzhi advertises himself as not a person who eats alone.After a few mouthfuls, he suddenly thought of the Qingyuan Xianjun who was still sitting beside him, and gave him chopsticks with great enthusiasm: "Xianjun, you are welcome!"

Bai Qingyuan: "...um."

Xianjun Qingyuan did not move his chopsticks immediately, but took out a wine jar from his sleeve. Gu Yanzhi's eyes lit up when he saw this wine jar: "Xifeng wine?! Xianjun has such a good taste, unexpectedly I know that the eight-treasure duck in this restaurant is the best match with Xifeng wine!"

Bai Qingyuan silently lifted the seal on the altar, and said expressionlessly, "You told me that before."

"You brought me here once before...I'm afraid Yanzheng has forgotten."

Gu Yanzhi... I really forgot.

It's been too long, and there are more than thousands of things in the middle, he really doesn't remember.

While speaking, Qingyuan Xianjun had already filled up the wine.

Gu Yanzhi took a sip of the drink, only to feel that the wine was elegant and warm when he first tasted it, but it was hot and spicy when he entered his throat again.

...It looks like the person in front of you.

If possible, I really want to kiss Fangze!

It's a pity that there is heaven watching him from above, even if he has a wicked heart, he can't get rid of it, and he can't do bad things even if he has the courage.

Every time he thought of this heartache, Gu Yanzhi couldn't help but sigh.

Bai Qingyuan asked: "What?"

Lifting the white jade cup in his hand to look at it carefully, Gu Yanzhi forced himself to straighten his mind, and sighed quietly: "Although this Xifeng wine is the love of my life, this family's wine is not the best."

Bai Qingyuan was puzzled and said: "Fengxiang's wine in Xifu is the only one in Kyushu, so which one is Yan Zheng talking about?"

"Probably got it from the other world." Gu Yanzhi said, with wine as a side dish, he was already slightly tipsy after a while, which made people think he was talking nonsense.

In fact, he noticed a long time ago that no matter how bizarre the world he lived in, there must be a place called Xifu Fengxiang.What's even more strange is that they have different landforms and customs, but there is only one thing that is the same in every world-they are all famous for brewing wine.

The wine he makes is known all over the world, and they are all called Xifeng.

Although the tastes are not the same, the overall feeling of the wine is the same when it enters the throat.

Since discovering this law, Gu Yanzhi has continuously traced many worlds, investigating and recording the historical changes of local customs and cultures in order to find the connection, but there is no violation, and there is no law at all, and nothing is found.

So why did Dabaojian appear only now? !Gu Yanzhi couldn't express his suffering, so he could only turn his grief and indignation into appetite, and swept away all the food on the table.

The sound of konghou in his ears turned into the sound of silk and bamboo. Gu Yanzhi didn't forget to ask Bai Qingyuan to turn his son out after eating half of it, and together with him instill spiritual power to give him more nourishment.

The meal for the two of them lasted from noon when the sun was high, to evening when the moon was high and the stars were looming.

The shopkeeper and the waiter who had been waiting outside nervously were not summoned from the beginning to the end.

When the door of the small room was reopened, I saw that Xianjun who came out first was arranging his slightly messy clothes while walking. The little crane was still lying on his shoulder, but neither person nor bird seemed to be like that in the daytime. The general spirit looks a little weak and lazy.

On the contrary, the three generations of disciples who have been following Xianjun are still walking like the wind in high spirits.

After leaving the small room, Xianjun Qingyuan said to the disciple behind him, "We won't be on our way tonight, let's find a store to stay."

Even though Xianjun looked sluggish, he did not lose his usual immortal demeanor, and his gestures were still terrifying. The shopkeeper listened with his hands down, and said courteously: "If Xianjun wants to rest, there is a Yunlai Inn opposite. .”

"Okay, then go to Yunlai Inn."

The two went downstairs, and the three generations of disciples behind him paid the Lingshi to settle the payment, and then swaggered towards the opposite side of the restaurant.

In half a day, many monks who heard that Qingyuan Xianjun had appeared here gathered in Zuixiao Tower and wanted to pay their respects and make friends.

The restaurant was full of friends and guests for a while, but Xianjun kept a cold face from the beginning to the end, and walked through these people without squinting.He walked briskly, his clothes fluttering, but when he was about to go out, he tripped over the threshold under his feet.

All the people who looked quietly all the way: "???"

Instead, the disciple following behind him quickly helped him on the waist, and whispered in his ear: "Master, be careful."

Concern lurked in his tone.

Xianjun Qingyuan waved his hand, he seemed to be weaker, but his demeanor was cold and his prestige was still there, making everyone dare not to divert their prying eyes.

No one thought that Qingyuan Xianjun, who flew to the sky and escaped from the ground in just a moment, would really trip over a small threshold.But this doesn't affect everyone's secret speculation in their hearts - what happened to Xianjun?

Why so weak?

There was no need to go to Xiaoer's place to inquire in private, the plate of spiritual food that couldn't be delivered to Xiaojian had already attracted everyone's attention.What has happened to require such a tonic?They spent hundreds of top-grade spirit stones for this meal!It is probably the money that ordinary Limin monks can earn in the past hundred years!

In an instant, someone thought of the recent legend about the failure of Qingyuan Xianjun's weapon refining and the treasure not seeing the light of day. Everyone looked at each other. Could it be that they were backlashed?

But in fact, "Qing Yuan Immortal" was really tripped.

Gu Yanzhi's problem of being unable to lift his legs to walk when he was drunk really can't be corrected in eight hundred lifetimes.

One moment ago, he entered the inn room with Bai Qingyuan in a decent manner, but the next second he suddenly became drunk and unconscious like a mountain torrent.

Not to mention, this person is already drunk like this, and he behaved quite well just now.Bai Qingyuan thought.

The purpose of today is to put on a disguise and suspend people's speculation about Gu Yanzheng; the second is to deliberately create the illusion that he is already very weak, so please enter the urn.All are now achieved.

If it wasn't for Gu Yanzheng to pretend to be him just now, he really doesn't know how to show that he has been backlashed and extremely weak.

It's pretty good at acting.

Bai Qingyuan put him and Mu Youzhi, who had been fed wine again, on the bed, took out the incense burner, tea, chessboard and other things on the outside table, made tea while arranging the chess game, quietly waiting for the dawn.

It's just that the next day, the rumors about "Xianjun Qingyuan teasing female cultivators in the street" and "Xianjun Qingyuan lived in the same room with his disciples" spread quietly in the world again.

The author has something to say: Bai Qingyuan of the Buddhist family: When will he find out that I like him? ——Forget it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t find out, as long as the person is still by my side——It doesn’t matter if you’re not, at least I still have a son...

Daoist Gu Yanzhi: Heavenly Dao, when will you be able to eat meat when your mother sells me! !

Confucian author: Wait a minute, sorry, sorry QWQ

The stupid author said that he will open meat again soon, after all, this is...Quick, quick time travel _(:з」∠)_