The old beggar clamped the ring with his index finger and middle finger, put it in front of him and looked carefully, and said, "You really want to give me such a baby?"

Bai Yu nodded and responded with a smile.

The old beggar said, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you are an immortal."

"It is important to know that immortals are divided into different levels. Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"If you want to be an immortal, you must first respect the immortal. What is this little incense money counting?"

"You have a strong will to cultivate immortality."

"I am not willing to be a mortal body."

"Look at what I am now..."

"how."

"Fifty years ago, my arrogance was even more powerful than you." The old man opened a gap with his lazy eyes, and the light in his pupils became more than twice as bright. Looking at him, he was a little nervous and dazzling, "Do you know this, do you wish to practice immortality?"

"I want to give it a try."

"Very good, I'm looking forward to your performance." The old beggar shook his body and arrived in front of Chen Fei. The copper coins trembled with the broken porcelain bowl, making an unpleasant sound of "Hangla" "You, what can you give me."

Chen Fei sighed and shrugged, "I'm sorry, I'm penniless and can't help you buy wine. If you want to give, just give me a suggestion."

"Oh? Suggestions? Interesting." The old beggar yawned lazily, "I have lived for so long, but no one dares to give me advice except my master and senior brother."

Chen Fei nodded, "A doctor's advice."

"Are you a doctor?"

"Yes."

"So young."

"Although I am young, I am a miracle doctor." Shao's mother smiled and praised.

The old beggar nodded and said, "Then... I hope to hear it clearly."

"Your face is dark and purple. This is a symptom of liver failure, which proves that you have drunk too much. Your hair is rough and your skin is too wrinkled. This is also a symptom of liver failure. You are only in your fifties and look like an old man in your sixties or seventies. This is a symptom of liver failure. So, my advice to you is to never drink alcohol again." In everyone's surprised eyes, Chen Fei grabbed the wine gourd and threw it hard to the ground. "Bang." The wine pot was not damaged at all, but the solid ground spread out in a mirror-skinned shape.

Everyone was stunned, all their eyes gathered on the wild yellow gourd, and the old beggar laughed: "Hahahaha, hahahaha, interesting, it's really interesting. There is someone like you in the world, it's really...hahahahahahaha."

The appearance and clothes of the old beggar were very different. His laughter actually contained an irresistible infectious force. In the hall, everyone who knew nothing about it laughed, except for the contemplative Shao Baiyu and the arrogant Lama.

The old beggar held it with his hands, and the wine gourd flew back automatically, revealing the gourd-shaped hole on the ground. He unscrewed the gourd plug and leaned down. The strong wine in the gourd flowed into his mouth like a long river, endlessly flowing until the old beggar felt that he had a long burp.

"It would be better to take my life if I didn't drink, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Everyone was stunned in surprise, their mouths wide open, and they didn't feel anything even if the insects flew in.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that Chen Fei took action at a very fast speed again, snatching the gourd, "Drink like this, you will die."

This time, even the old beggar was surprised. The tired eyes opened for the second time, widening, emitting bright light like Huazhou: "You, you are the first person to grab the wine pot twice in a row from my hand. It's incredible. You haven't even stepped into the fairyland yet."

Chen Fei said: "It doesn't matter. I am a doctor. As a doctor, I have an obligation to stop you from doing this almost suicide."

"Did you do this on purpose because you know my identity, or do you really have such a temperament?"

"I think any doctor will do this when facing a patient asking for poison from him."

"Very good, that's great. Your will is even stronger than the young people over there. You both are very good. As long as you stick to the right path, you will definitely achieve something in the future."

He held his right hand again, and Chen Fei felt a powerful force coming from his hands, which was simply unstoppable. The wine pot flew straight out of his hand and fell into the old beggar's palm, and the spout closed automatically.

"I was very happy to see you and I planned to make an exception to accept the disciples. But after hearing what you said, I found that I was already a person who was buried at any time. Recklessly accepting disciples may delay your bright future. It's all, that's all, that's all."

When the monks in the field heard the old man's words, they all looked disappointed and looked over with gloating. At the end of their eyes, Chen Fei and Shao Baiyu stood as usual, without a trace of depression.

"So what can you give me, little girl." The old beggar walked up to Mo Junru.

The latter raised his head proudly and said unreasonably: "Stinky beggar, I don't want to give you anything, nor will I give you. I don't want to become an immortal. There is no need to ask you. I'm stinking to you, there is a smell of wine. Stay away from me, okay?"

"You know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for immortals to guide the way, but you still give up so easily. It's so stupid and cute." The old beggar touched the uneven beard on his chin and said, "But, people like you are really rare, and they are also considered a rude grass."

"You are the grass-gun." Mo Junru stuck out his tongue and made a face at the old beggar.

"It's like the one on the iron back said. This trip has not come in vain, it's really not come in vain. I have met so many interesting young people, hahahaha." The old beggar stretched out his right hand with an irresistible attitude and pinched Mo Junru's white and red cheeks a few times, "It's interesting, it's really interesting."

"Hate, it's so dirty." Mo Junru pushed away his dirty hands and rubbed his sleeves hard on his face.

The old beggar stretched lazily, found a pillar casually, sat down casually, and drank like a lifelong life. Chen Fei, who was powerless to stop all this, shook his head helplessly, and Shao Baiyu looked at the old man steadily for a long time until Mo Changqing and his mother walked into the seat, and they joined the two of them, and the dinner finally began.

...

To date, the three most famous banquets in the world: First, Jing Ke assassinated Qin. Jing Ke took the wine banquet to show treasure to the King of Qin, and wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but failed to assassinate, leading to the demise of Yan State. Second, Hongmen Banquet. Xiang Yu insisted on his own, rejected Fan Li's prophecy, let Liu Bang go, causing a major change in the world and slashed his throat in Wujiang. Third, cooking wine to discuss the world. Cao Cao was slightly better than Xiang Yu. Although he also let go of the Liu family who had evil intentions, he was talented and did not die at their hands.

The vast China and the vast nine states, before the great changes occur, a unique grand banquet will probably be held, which contains two reasons. First, the Chinese are delicious, and there are often banquets among aristocrats. They can be justified and attract people they are worried about to come to the house. If the other party expresses their loyalty, they consider letting them go, and if the other party is the opposite, they will be killed immediately. Generally speaking, the passive party is often the passive party, and the organizer has the initiative or advantage at that time. Second, the Chinese are very fond of face, like to be courteous and then soldiers, and entrusted with meritorious people. Therefore, a seemingly ordinary banquet is often the beginning of the fission of mountains and rivers.

Today, although the banquet held in Fan Village was not mixed with any scheming of the emperor who was fighting against power, it was still recorded in history without exception. The reason was that ten years later, the two famous immortal kings were completely changed by this dinner.

Therefore, later scholars gave this night an extraordinary name - Night of Crows Crying Blood.

And this long night began with a series of aggressive questions.

"Say, who are your surnames and where are your homes?"

"Say, how old are you two."

"Say, what did you two touch, causing such a strange scene to be born."

"Say, when a vision arises in heaven, what are you doing?"

"Speak, have you both seen someone with suspicious whereabouts?"

"explain."

"explain."

"Say. There can be no concealment at all."

A series of straightforward and unreasonable questions, not to mention two twelve or thirteen-year-old children, even their parents were caught off guard.

In their impression, immortals should not be so arrogant and unreasonable.

The old beggar sitting in the corner bent and stared at the opening of the wine pot in a daze. He smiled helplessly, as if he had expected this or was mocking something.

"explain."

"explain."

"explain."

The immortal guides the way, which refers to the path of a destined person. What is destined to be a person suitable for being his disciples? What about the unsuitable person... let him go, even if he dies, it has nothing to do with him.

From this point of view, there is no doubt that immortals are selfish, only care about things related to themselves, and only care about those who can inherit their legacy.

On a certain year, month and day, when the ancestor of the immortal world rode a black donkey up the mountain and looked down at the vast number of sentient beings, this foundation was laid.

An unspeakable sense of oppression squeezed from all directions, and two young men were forced to walk out of their seats, kneeled on the ground, and observed these arrogant "humans" from top to bottom.

Immortals may not be truly immortal, but they must be above them.
Chapter completed!