Dijun, times have changed

The leader was confused by Dijun's arrogant speech, just as Xiaoer brought the wine and put it on the table, he picked up the flagon and poured himself a glass of mellow and rich wine, and drank it down in one gulp.

Take a drink and calm down.This plot can't just go away and never return to the gold master to support the little star!

Dijun wanted to remind the leader that the spiritual wine that monks drink is different from ordinary wine. It doesn't show up when you drink it for the first time, but it has a strong aftertaste.

But the leader moved really fast, and before the emperor had time to remind him, he had already drunk three cups.

Dijun thought, it seems too late to say it now.Then, stop talking.

Huang Wuji brewed for a while, and said to Dijun, "Well, I don't see Ling Xiao. Your name is a bit long, can I just call you Dijun?"

Dijun nodded.The leader and the emperor are both titles, which are very suitable.

Huang Wuji took another sip of wine: "Dijun, as for me, I was born in the world of martial arts. Now I don't know when I can go back, or worse, I can never go back. In a world of immortals, I first use martial arts The value is crushed, and secondly, my physique seems to be very cheating. Look, is there any way to improve my strength?"

The leader thought, if he also cultivated an immortal.Wouldn't it be like when I first came here, I was miserably taken away and made a male favorite?

The emperor has mastered countless exercises, and it seems that it is not difficult to realize the wish of the leader.He then stretched out his hand and buckled the leader's pulse door.

The leader subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held firmly on the table by a slightly cooler palm.

The emperor said softly: "Don't panic, let's check your fundamental aptitude."

[Cut, hold your little hand as an excuse.Sucks. 】The voice from the bottom of my heart reappeared, but it quickly disappeared.

The emperor remained calm, put his fingertips on the wrist of the leader, and rubbed it carefully for a moment.

"Born with a pure yin body, mutated ice root, and martial arts at the innate level. This should have something to do with your setting."

Huang Wuji frowned: "In the settings, the Mu Xueqianzhong I practiced is Yin internal strength, so I became a Yin body? Is Yin body very rare in your cultivation world?"

Emperor: "When a woman's yin is not released, it can also be called the yin body. In the matter of nourishment, both the yin and yang are tonic. And a pure yin body like yours can be regarded as a body no matter how much tonic it takes." This time, it is the same as when Yuan Yin is not released."

When the leader heard this, he couldn't help but swear.Gan, he had never hated his plan so much for a moment.

Seeing the resentment on the teacher's face, Dijun tried to comfort him: "I also have a special physique."

Huang Wuji twitched his ears: "Oh?" If the emperor was like him, the leader felt that this cheating physique would not be so difficult to accept.

Dijun: "I am a body of extreme yang, and I am also a tonic in picking tonics."

Huang Wuji: "..." Is it even more uncomfortable?It sounds like Dijun fucked someone else, and he was fucked by someone else.It's so different.

Dijun: "Although the physique is special, in terms of cultivation effect, it is several times or even dozens of times that of ordinary physique." I don't know why the leader's mood seems to be going downhill, so Dijun hurriedly said something else to save him.

When Huang Wuji heard that the effect of special physique cultivation was good, his face turned cloudy.

The dishes ordered by Dijun were being served one after another, and soon one table was not enough.Xiaoer and other guys moved more tables to join together, so Dijun and the leader had a super long dining table.

The leader is a mortal, and he is indeed hungry.The wine was not enough, and when the hot dishes were served, they picked up chopsticks and put something that should be fish into their mouths.

The delicious taste exploded in the mouth, and the teacher opened his eyes slightly.

Fuck, is this the fish in the world of cultivating immortals?This is delicious beyond measure.

The leader temporarily forgot to continue to ask the emperor what kind of kung fu is suitable for him to practice, and concentrated on eating dishes.

This one that looks like a chicken is not bad, and that unknown thing is also delicious.Dijun silently memorized the leader's favorite dishes, thinking about an important question.

What is this and what is that?What are the prototypes of these cooked things?How can he guarantee the quality of the leader's meals? Should he buy this restaurant, or contract the spirit beasts, fish and poultry on the entire mountain?

"The immortal is drunk, guest officer, the dishes for both of you are served, please eat slowly."

Xiao Er brought another jug ​​of wine, and from a long distance away, there was a mellow and intoxicating aroma.It is even more fragrant than what the leader drank just now.

The leader reached for the jug, took a deep breath, and said, "Good wine." He said to Dijun, "Dijun, would you like some?"

Dijun doesn't drink alcohol, but he is used to the smell of immortal wine from the Nine Heavens, which is even more intoxicating than the pot held by the leader.He thought, the leader deserves better.He had to find a way to put on the agenda both the plan to raise a few more wine masters and the plan to feed the leader.

Seeing that Dijun didn't speak, Huang Wuji poured a glass of wine and handed it to Dijun: "Have you ever drunk from a bar? Try it?"

Dijun took the wine glass from the leader, and the leader poured himself a glass, clinking glasses with him.

There was a clear sound of "铛", and the clear wine swirled in the glass.

Dijun raised the wine glass to his lips, and as soon as his lips were stained with wine, he saw the leader raised his head and drained the wine in the glass, and then fell headfirst on the table.

Xiao Er was frightened and ran over to ask what was wrong.

Dijun shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, he's drunk." After sending Xiaoer away, Dijun supported his head and looked at the drunken face of the leader with great interest.

The corners of his eyes and cheeks were rosy, and his lips were moist and red, which looked extraordinarily gorgeous against the golden red dress.

Dijun is very used to this kind of long-term staring, as if he was back on the Nine Heavens Tower, staring at Tianchi playing the leader.

[If you have the guts to get him drunk, if you have the guts to do it. 】

The voice came again.

Dijun knew who he was, this other him.

In another version, he is possessed by demons.

The demon version of the emperor, we call him the demon king.Mozun laughed at Dijun, he lowered his voice, and bewitched: "If I were you, I would take him deep into the devil's palace and lock him up. His slender but powerful ankles would be put on leather shackles, then It will pinch very tightly and draw beautiful bruises.

I will adorn his body with obsidian crystals, on his *head and *stem—"

The light in Dijun's eyes became darker and darker, as if a storm was brewing.

The Mozun's voice stopped abruptly.

Another voice came out, it sounded somewhat similar to Dijun's voice at this moment, but younger, like a cold torrent in the mountains, rushing straight down from a height.

[Shut up, do you want to be locked up by the original version of him forever, so you can't get out? 】

Well, this one is the missing Ling Xiao in the prequel.

Dijun curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

two.

So far, he's heard two different versions of his voice.But, it should be more than that.Because the prequel version of him is the weakest among many versions.Not enough to stop the enchanted version of him from continuing those descriptions.

So who is it?Is it the Tianzun in the second biography, or the Buddha Emperor in the fourth biography, or, is it the rumored version with a very low sense of existence?

Dijun's eyes lingered on the face of the leader, and the turbulent emotions calmed down little by little.

No matter who it is, he will not release any of them.

Even if it is a part of oneself, it cannot compete with him for the leader.

The dishes on the table were getting cold little by little, the leader turned over, but still didn't wake up.

Suddenly there was a dispute downstairs, the sound became louder and louder, and gradually approached along the stairs.

"Get out of the way, my young master wants to see who is occupying the position I like." The arrogant young man pushed away the waiter who was blocking him, and rushed straight up to the second floor.

A few men and women followed behind him, not only did not stop him, but also looked like they were watching the show.

Xiaoer was pushed back a bit, and turned around to show Dijun an apologetic smile: "Guest officer, how about I rearrange the seats for you two?"

The few immortals who went up to the second floor came from the famous cultivating family in the Fuyan City, but the backer behind their restaurant was just a casual cultivator, and none of them could be offended.

The shopkeeper was also attracted by the noise from the back hall, and he hurried up to the second floor.Taking a glance at the current scene, he first greeted several young masters and ladies from the Immortal Cultivation Family, and invited them to sit in the private room on the second floor for the time being.

The young man at the head raised his eyebrows: "My young master is going to sit here today. This window is facing the Fujiang River. After a while, there will be aquariums going up the river to open the sea market. This location has the best view. My little sister called to come to your place." Take a look at the scenery, shopkeeper, you should be more careful."

The shopkeeper nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, it is our blessing that the young masters and ladies can see our Linjiang fairy. But you have also seen that these two guests have ordered a lot of things. It will take a lot of money to remove the table." Take some time. Ladies and gentlemen, please go and have a rest first, and after tidying up, invite some of you to sit down."

"That's about the same." The arrogant young man glanced critically: "I don't know where the bumpkin came from, but Xianfan ordered so many without distinction. Have you never eaten in a few lifetimes?"

"En." Huang Wuji heard a very quiet voice in a daze, he covered his ears, and changed his sleeping position.Due to the change in posture, the white wrist was exposed from the sleeve.The slender knuckles are gathered on the ears, which is indescribably good-looking.

Just now, the back of his head was facing the side of the stairs, but now he changed his side, revealing half of his face that looked like a fairy.

The arrogant young man glanced at it, but couldn't move his eyes away.The men and women behind him were also stunned.

The shopkeeper has a bad heart.The little one was also stunned, why didn't he realize just now that this woman is such a stunning beauty?

There was a trace of doubt in the emperor's eyes, why did the scar-retracting spell on the leader's body disappear.He stood up and stood in front of the leader.

Only then did everyone notice Dijun.

The light from the window became a foil at this moment, and the brilliance of the sun surrounded his body, as if he was covered with a brocade robe woven by the sun.His silver-white hair was tied with a jade crown, and his eyes were distant and indifferent, like an immortal from the upper realm.

Such a person, no one noticed just now?

Seeing everyone's reaction, the emperor realized that not only the scar-holding spell on the leader's body had fallen off, but also on him.

This is very strange.It stands to reason that it is impossible for there to be things and characters in the small world of Chi Ling that would invalidate his spells.So, his spell is automatically invalid?

Dijun thought for a moment and put the question aside.His eyes fell on the arrogant young man, and at that moment, an ancient silence spread out, everyone seemed to be choking for breath, and the heart in the chest was beating violently.

The arrogant young man who bore the brunt fell to his knees with a plop, and his knees hit the stairs, but he pretended not to feel the pain on his knees, clutching his chest, his face pale, and big beads of sweat dripped down.

Dijun didn't want to kill anyone, it was just the consequence of his passive skill [Majesty] being triggered.

No one can look directly at the emperor, except the leader of the game next door.

The emperor re-imposed the scar-retracting technique on himself and the leader, which can reduce their sense of existence and blur their appearance in the field of vision of "mortals".

Everyone on the second floor could finally catch their breath.

Lu Feihan tremblingly got up from the ground, cold sweat was still hanging on his back, and his whole body was still under the huge terrifying coercion just now.

He asked tremblingly: "You, who are you? Do you know where this is? Do you know who this young master is?"

Dijun: "Why does this deity know where this place is?"

He didn't occupy land here to build a cave, so what would he do if he knew so much?But the shopkeeper can tell him what the raw materials of the dish the leader ate just now are.

Dijun ignored Lu Feihan and the others, and turned to the shopkeeper to inquire about a few dishes that taught him to use chopsticks.

Lu Feihan was startled and angry, his expression distorted like a Yaksha in the devil's lair.He turned his head and turned around: "What are you still doing here? Let's go."

His younger sister, Lu Feiyan, didn't seem to hear what her brother said, and stood there in a daze, looking at Dijun obsessively.

Lu Feihan roughly tugged at Lu Feiyan: "What are you looking at, let's go."

A group of people came up noisy, and left in a gloomy manner.The crowd watching the excitement didn't even dare to laugh, and even the discussion was extremely low.

After all, the Lu family is a local group of cultivators in Fuyan City, with deep-rooted roots from generation to generation.Even though some of the cultivators who come and go to Fuyan City come from great sects, they dare not provoke them.

As for the two people by the window... the entire practitioners on the second floor felt the terror of their hearts being tightly bound.Just kidding, don't dare to provoke me, okay?He didn't even dare to hand over his spiritual knowledge, so it was the best policy to check out and leave quickly.

After the emperor inquired about the raw materials of the dishes, he let the trembling shopkeeper go away.He sat beside the leader, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the leader's neck, forcing out the alcohol.

The leader suddenly raised his head and almost collided with the emperor.

Huang Wuji held his forehead: "Well, I seemed to have fallen asleep just now, I heard someone making noise?"

Dijun: "No, I've already left. You're drunk, are you better?"

Huang Wuji nodded, and realized later: "What am I? I'm drunk?" The expression was stunned and blank, and the emperor couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Spirit wine is intoxicating, this is the first time I drink it."

Huang Wuji has a setting of not getting drunk for a thousand cups, and getting drunk is really a very magical experience for him.

He raised his hand, shaking the clear wine in the glass.It was broken just now, and he wants to try again, what it feels like to be lightly drunk and slightly drunk as written by his players in the same humanities.

Dijun seemed to have sensed the leader's thoughts, and he took away the leader's wine glass: "This won't work."

Huang Wuji: "What's wrong?"

Dijun: "There are spiritual herbs in this wine, even if you taste it lightly, you will be overwhelmed by the medicinal effects of the spiritual herbs."

Huang Wuji looked at the emperor, and then at the wine glass taken away by the emperor: "I think you cultivators are very unfriendly to mortals." Even wine bullies people.

Dijun just wanted to say that he would raise some wine fairies to make wine for you in the future, when he sensed a spiritual consciousness poking towards him from the private room.