Even Wang Kang would never have thought that Zhang Ao, the governor of Xishan Province, would come to Xinfeng County with his subordinates in person.

At this moment, he was accompanying the abbot of Wuming Temple.

The monk came again, and he finally couldn't stand the temptation of fine wine.

How strong is this high-spirited wine prepared for him this time?

It burns when it encounters fire.

It's already quite high in alcohol.

According to Wang Kang's estimate, the degree can reach the level of being bored in his previous life.

When ordinary people hear this wine, they feel spicy and thrilling. When they drink it, their stomachs will be like burning...

But this great monk actually drank a lot, which made Wang Kang surprised.

Even Li Qingman beside him looked at him in disbelief and frowned.

How did you drink this wine?

"Saturday, this is wine, real wine... the rest are all slurry! slurry!"

The monk took a violent mouthful and sighed constantly.

But in an instant, a redness appeared on his face...

"Wang Kang...you... this family is not authentic. If you have such good wine, don't you take it out soon."

The wine level was too high, and the monk was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue and kept saying in his mouth.

"There are better things, do you want to taste it?" Wang Kang asked with a smile.

"What?"

"This?" Wang Kang took out a cigarette.

"What's this?"

"cigarette."

"Cigarette? Could it be that bitter grass?"

The monk said in surprise.

"right,"

Wang Kang said as he handed one to the monk, and then he also took one.

"Look at me like this," Wang Kang took out the fire note and lit the cigarette...

Wow, it's a long-lost taste.

He sucked and spitted the smoke, and Wang Kang ignited the monk. He imitated Wang Kang and took a big breath.

"Ahem!"

The mouth was too big, and it might be because he was not used to it, so he choked directly.

But his eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Wang Kang in surprise, "That's what it feels!"

"It's better than chewing the leaves,"

"Okay, ten thousand times better," the monk said, taking another sharp breath.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Kang also laughed loudly, smoking and alcohol supplying, where else do you want to run?

Just stay with me.

As he thought, he took out an exquisite wooden box, handed it over, patted the monk on the shoulder and said, "This is for you, don't forget to give it to Master Shanneng, and you can also draw a few more!"

The monk took a deep breath, "You guy is on the way,"

He said, opening the box and neatly scattering a few cigarettes, "Why is this just the light?"

"You think this thing is easy to do. Try it first, and then talk about it after you finish it."

Wang Kang said, he still understood it when he was flowing slowly.

Seeing the two of them sucking mist, Li Qingman came over curiously and sniffed it lightly.

"Oh, it's so choking, a smoky air."

Wang Kang waved his hand and said, "You don't understand. What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness!"

After saying this, the monk stopped suddenly and looked at Wang Kang in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

The monk suddenly patted Wang Kang on the shoulder, "It's OK, what you smoke is not cigarettes, it's loneliness!"

"Okay, great!"

As the monk said that, he came up and drank another big mouthful of wine.

OK, this great monk was led by himself and went further and further on the road to bad habits.

Li Qingman frowned and muttered, "Don't follow me after smoking..."

"Don't follow anything?" Wang Kang didn't understand.

"Don't understand yet?"

The monk looked like a person who had experienced it, "Miss Li said that after smoking this cigarette, you will smell strange. Don't kiss him!"

"Ah?"

Wang Kang looked back at Li Qingman, and saw his pretty face blushing. Are you right?

"The master is worthy of being a master, and he knows so much," Wang Kang praised.

I couldn't help but think of it maliciously.

"What are you thinking about? Master, I am a serious person. Besides, you have a life of love and a deep love, and you can actually trick Li Yatou!"

"etc,"

Wang Kang heard this and seemed to have something else to say, and asked, "How do you know that her surname is Li?"

"I often come to you, do you know it's strange?"

The monk took another sip of wine and said in a slightly confused manner.

"Li Yatou?" Li Qingman frowned when she heard this.

Suddenly she pointed at the monk and said in surprise: "I remember, you are Monk Yinyue."

"Haha, Li Yatou finally thought of me."

"Do you know her true identity? Have you seen her yet?" Wang Kang was also suddenly startled.

"Isn't it the descendant of Taiyi Sect?"

The monk burped and said, "I knew that guy would pass it to you... No, he would not pass it to your senior sister,"

"That girl, when she sees me, she calls me a bald donkey. How old is that!"

Wang Kang hadn't reacted yet, and the amount of information in it was a bit too large.

"But, I think you should be very thin," Li Qingman said in confusion.

Hearing this, the monk suddenly stopped and said slightly embarrassedly: "A person has gained weight and gained weight in middle age. He has lacked exercise in recent years."

"Besides, when I saw you, you were only five years old, and you must have misrepresented."

"Five years old?" Wang Kang was even more surprised. This guy had seen Li Qingman when she was five years old.

"Yes, five years old..."

The monk took another sip of wine, as if he was recalling something.

"Time flies, and more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and old friends have also left one after another..."

He said again, "The first time I saw you, I recognized Li Yatou. You should be kind to her. I was a little bit hard when I was a child, and her master..."

"Don't say bad things about my master," Li Qingman shouted directly.

"Okay, let's not talk about it."

"You are much more conscience than Yan's girl."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Kang couldn't even get into it, but he knew a lot from it.

The monk's magic name is Yin Yue. He also knows Qingman's master. It is very likely that his relationship is not ordinary...

The Yan girl he mentioned should be the senior sister Qingman once said, and it seems that she will come when they are married.

This is a rare secret from the world. Judging from the monk's appearance at this moment, he obviously thought of the past. He didn't know why.

"Hey, there's no alcohol?"

Monk Yinyue picked up the wine pot and shook it, it was empty.
To be continued...