Chapter 477 Longmen Inn!

He stepped out and was actually in a desert. There was a huge city in the distance. From a distance, it looked like a sword that soared into the sky, and was about to break through the sky!

Did you come to Tianjian Sect or Bajian Sect? What if he doesn’t matter, my little master is now a little meditator, who can do what can I do?

With red lips and white teeth, handsome face and fair skin, such a young monk suddenly appeared outside the city, which made people notice.

"Where did the little monk come from? He is so handsome!" Zhou Liang walked on the street, with very few temples in Zhongtu, and even fewer meditations that can be practiced!

Zhou Liang smiled and walked into a tavern. The child walked up with a rag, "I would like to ask the little elder, what do you want!"

"What's the best thing here!" Zhou Liang spoke gently, and everyone next to him saw it, and it was a pity that he had lost a lot of money as a monk.

"The best one is naturally the Tianjian Fish. This kind of fish is unique to our Great Wei Dynasty. It is not a small shop to boast. Only the ones in this nearby city are the most authentic." The child smiled flatteringly, but he frowned and said, "The little elder should be from Liujie."

"Amitabha!" Zhou Liang clasped his hands together and smiled faintly, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart! Just take it yourself."

"What's the best wine!"

"Sword Moaning Wine!" The child laughed, "This wine is the best wine in our Great Wei Dynasty. Whether it is a mortal or an immortal who cultivates swords, they like to drink it."

Oh? Jianmingjiu, "How powerful is this wine!" I casually looked at the sword cultivator sitting cross-legged nearby. It seemed that he had really come to the territory of Tianjianmen!

"The little elder is a mortal, and drinking a drink is luck!" The child looked Zhou Liang up and down and said with a smile.

"Give me a jar." Zhou Liang smiled, "Sky Sword Fish, come a few more, and I still have a few families!"

Family? The child was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Zhou Liang take out a top-grade spirit stone, he laughed and said that he was wrong. It turned out to be an elder of cultivation!

Soon, three heavenly sword fish and a jar of sword-ring wine, "If you enjoy such a good wine yourself, it will be ruined!"

Before the seventh little boy appeared, the figure of Confucius appeared. His face was a little aggrieved. Others seemed to be the same as the real person.

"Boy, you are cruel enough!" The little Confucius said sinisterly, "This wine is mine!" After he said that, he wanted to carry the wine jar into his stomach.

Zhou Liang did not stop him, and quietly watched the little Confucius drink the drunk Jianming wine after drinking the jar of mortals, "Children, let's have another jar!"

Half an hour later, all the eighteen oaths of sword-ring wine were drunk by the little Confucius. The guy still remained calm and laughed, with tears in his eyes, as if he wanted to gush out!

"Will you be obedient in the future?" Zhou Liang touched his head. His expression looked quite ambiguous by outsiders. Some people who were slutty in their hearts thought that such a handsome little monk had such a hobby.

Zhizhi, Zhizhi, the little monkey scratched his ears and heads in the mustard seed space, and was very anxious. The monkey liked to drink, but she forgot about it!

As soon as he reached out, the little monkey grabbed the wine jar in the little Confucius' hand and drank loudly. Soon, a jar of Jianming wine was finished by this guy. The restaurant was already scared to death when these two monkeys were so capable.

Not far from Zhou Liang, there were several monks wearing green Taoist robes. They were the few beast-controlling sects in the realm of the Tianjian Sect. But as soon as the little monkey came out, the eyes lit up. The leader looked around thirty years old, and the middle-level Jindan cultivator had an ordinary face, but he looked at the little monkey slightly narrowed, and his mind was hard to predict!

There are many people who have thought about wealth in ancient and modern times. On the right side of Zhou Liang are several women. I don’t know which sect it is, with a leisurely expression and a free face, and there is no sign of the Baihua Sect!

Behind Zhou Liang were several burly men, each with a big sword. After a brief look, they all turned out to be yellow-level magic weapons. This place is really unkind!

Seeing this style, the shopkeeper came out and shouted, "Longmen Inn, I am so lucky today. Not only a few sect monks came, but also a little elder came here. Our store specially gave you a table and a jar of sword-ringing wine!"

Longmen Inn? He sneered in his heart, but I was afraid it was also a black shop. The child quickly brought Jianming wine. Zhou Liang gently got a glass and was about to drink it.

The monk in green clothes slowly stood up behind, "Little brother, how can you finish this Jianmingjiu alone? Besides, I'm a Buddhist, I'll see."

"What do you think?" Zhou Liang squinted his eyes and chuckled at him. The monk suddenly felt a sense of dizziness in his heart.

"I think, I'm waiting for this wine!" There were nine monks in green. The ones who came to play tricks with Zhou Liang were just early stage monks of the Golden Pill stage. The nine golden elixirs came to the desert here. Even if they were in the Great Wei territory, they must have a purpose!

The female cultivators on the right are actually mid- and late stages of Jindan cultivators. Zhou Liang, the leader, vaguely felt that he was a Nascent Soul cultivator. As for the sword-bearing man behind him, he had never heard of that there was a unique sect in the land of the Great Wei Dynasty that used swords as magical tools.

The monk in green clothes saw Zhou Liang pondering, thinking that he was afraid of them, so he reached out and grabbed it on the table. It was not Jian Mingjiu, but Xiaohouer. Xiaohouer was quite alert and suddenly flashed, jumped on Zhou Liang's shoulder, holding a wine bowl in both hands, and drinking on his own.

"Haha, the drunkard's intention is not wine." Zhou Liang picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wine was indeed fierce. There was still a little spiritual power entering the stomach and penetrated into the dantian, just like a small sword struggling endlessly, and the sword kept ringing.

"Shopkeeper, this wine doesn't seem to be right!" Zhou Liang didn't look at the mid-stage Jindan monk and said to the shopkeeper.

"What's wrong? Our store is doing serious business!" The shopkeeper came to Zhou Liang and said with a smile.

"This is a wine for ordinary people. I said I am an ordinary people?" Zhou Liang held up the wine jar and flew to the shopkeeper's desk. "I guess there is immortal wine here, bring it!"

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and wanted the immortal wine, but he was afraid that you could not afford it. "This immortal wine does have it in this restaurant, but I just don't know which level you want!"

“How many dishes are there in this wine!”

"Third grade!"

"The third-grade intoxicating person, the second-grade intoxicating person, the first-grade intoxicating person!" The shopkeeper smiled and three jars of sword-ringing wine appeared in his hand, floating in front of him.

"I wonder what grade the elder wants?" Three bottles of Jianming wine fell on the table. The monk in green immediately stepped forward and said furiously, "Why are you waiting for me to drink the third grade? Senior brother is only the second grade. Can't I wait for the first grade?"

He reached out and wanted to pick it up on the table. The little monkey suddenly flashed, picked up the bottle on the left, pulled out the plug and drank it.

"What a greedy monkey!" Zhou Liang smiled and patted the little monkey, not caring about it. Thirty top-grade spirit stones appeared on the dining table!
Chapter completed!