Tongtian and Chen Yuyang are indeed in common, or they have the same views on some things on the prehistoric land. So the two seem to be like old friends for many years, cooking wine and smiling at the great masters of the prehistoric powers.

It's amazing, a hundred years passed by in a hurry, and I don't know it.

Tongtian held the wine glass and sipped: "Qingyang, you are really special. You have too many thoughts that I can't understand, but I feel it interesting, reasonable, and even have a certain depth.

Why? What we see and hear is not different in the prehistoric land, why are we so surprised?”

Chen Yuyang smiled faintly, and picked up a green plum on the table. It was sour, but it was very good. He slapped two people and said, "Tongtian, you are wrong. I don't belong to the prehistoric land, so I have seen it.

There are far more interesting things than you, so looking at new things is a routine in my opinion!”

As he said that, Chen Yuyang picked up the wine pot and suddenly found that the wine pot was empty. During the past century, Chen Yuyang and Tongtian had drunk much wine, but the more they drank, Tongtian felt that his cultivation level was getting deeper.

The Hongmeng purple aura between the eyebrows also began to beating uneasyly.

You must know that Lao Tzu never became a saint in Yuanshi, and as the end of the Three Pure Ones, how could Tongtian become a saint first without the elders and the nobles?

The empty wine pot, Chen Yuyang's arm moved slightly, and suddenly the wine pot was replaced with a transparent wine pot carved in jasper, and there was a pot of blood-colored liquid inside, bright red, but a trace of wine fragrance overflowed, making people

He was drooling, and Tongtian was a drunkard. He had never drunk any good wine on the prehistoric land, but he had never seen it.

The curious Tongtian looked at the jade wine pot in Chen Yuyang's hand with his eyes, swallowed and said, "Qingyang, what is this? It seems to be wine, but all wine should be pure white, at most yellow.

,How could this be like this, like bloody wine?"

"Tongtian, I said that in your opinion something novel is nothing more than routine. Yes, it is indeed wine, and it is a good wine I have treasured for countless years, growing on the snow at the end of the North Sea

Ice and snow Bodhi is made of. Although Ice and snow Bodhi is called Bodhi, it is blood-red all over. It is used to make wine. Naturally, the wine turns into a blood-red color and tastes mellow!”

Tongtian couldn't wait and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Chen Yuyang shook his hand lightly, then removed the stove with warm wine on the table, replaced it with a basin of clear water, and lightly tapped his fingertips, and the water immediately condensed into ice. Tongtian was a little at a loss and said in confusion: "Qingyang is this."

What does it mean?"

"There are a lot of wine, and there are a lot of ways to drink it. Only in this way can this pot of wine be good!" As Chen Yuyang said that, he put the wine pot in his hand on the ice, and suddenly a burst of cold air emerged, and the blood-red wine immediately became clear.

It has become a semi-freezing state, but it is best to drink it like this.

"Can you drink it?" Tongtian couldn't wait to say impatiently again.

Chen Yuyang waved his hand and replaced the two cups again. The cup of mutton fat jade immediately turned into a pair of moonlight cups. The mouth of the cup was very big, and the two dragon veins on it were lifelike carvings. He stretched out his hand and turned the bloody color in the wine pot.

Pour the wine into the cup, Chen Yuyang said: "Please!"

Tongtian muttered, "What a trouble!"

However, after a bite of ice, it really has different reactions. The taste will not dissipate for three days, and it is simply endless aftertaste! Looking at the cup in my hand again, the blood flow began to fill the dragon vein's body, and the dragon vein seemed to be alive.

Blooming in the cup and dancing, this made Tongtian even more interesting.

But the most interesting thing is that the blood-red color is the moonlight cup, emitting a beautiful bright red color.

This method of drinking is naturally inherited from the method of drinking wine. Chen Yuyang gently sips it and said: "Grape wine is luminous, and you want to drink the piste fence and blow it immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from wars in ancient times!"

"Okay, I didn't expect that Qingyang, you are so literary!?" Tongtian felt that this poem was indeed suitable for the situation. It was much better than those guys who came singing and bragging, but it was just something missing. As for what was missing.

He couldn't understand what, but this poem on the battlefield was in line with Tongtian's way of killing the way of heaven.

So the Hongmeng purple aura on Tongtian's forehead began to jump, and he felt like he wanted to understand but could not understand it thoroughly.

He looked at Chen Yuyang in confusion and said, "Please also Qingyang Mingyan, what does the poem mean just now? Why can't I comprehend it!"

Chen Yuyang said lightly: "Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles in ancient times? Tongtian, don't you understand? How many good endings have been done in ancient times? Killing is a double-edged sword that can be used to compete with you.

You can control yourself. It’s better to sleep in a drunken song, which is also a pleasure to be in this life!”

Chen Yuyang did distort the true meaning of the poem. The poem was originally a sigh and sad, but when he said it, it seemed like a killing feeling, and it seemed to be a persuasion. However, this meaning varies from person to person and is used on Tongtian.

It’s not that it’s inappropriate, it’s just that Tongtian can’t figure it out.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the golden light flashed, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. Chen Yuyang opened the folding fan. On the front, the Yin and Yang fish were a beautiful scenery with the rising sun, while on the back was the sadness of the moon falling and the crows crying. On the front and the opposite sides complemented each other, Chen Yuyang would

This folding fan was handed over to Tongtian Dao: "Tongtian, although this thing is not a chaotic spiritual treasure and does not mean killing, it is like Lao Tzu's Tai Chi diagram and Yuanshi's Pangu Banner, which has the effect of suppressing luck, compared to you

The four swords of Zhuxian are much better!”

"Qingyang, this......"

"Hold it, only by holding this thing can I tell you how to achieve enlightenment. I can also be more careful in the future!" Chen Yuyang said silently. Tongtian couldn't resist, so he had to hold this thing in his hand. He looked at it with a puzzled look on his face.

Looking at Chen Yuyang, Chen Yuyang laughed, and sipped his blood-colored Bodhi wine again, saying, "Tongtian, your three purity is transformed by Pangu's soul, and it can be called Pangu's authenticity. For you, you are not like the Supreme Master of the Supreme. So you

Tao can only be a saint of merit, just like Nuwa. Since it is a saint of public virtue, it is easy to deal with. If you have Pangu’s public virtue, just some motivation will be enough."

"How should we trigger it?" Tongtian said inexplicably.
Chapter completed!