The old Qimen who was defeated by Chen Chushi seemed particularly excited, which made Chen Chushi feel a little goosebumps. However, he also wanted to get to know the Qimen Dunjia brothers and sisters, so he let him take him away.

Bei'an County is located in a relatively remote northeast location, and there is a large courtyard.

However, the huge courtyard was divided into two sides by a row of red stones in longitudinal direction on the ground, and there were even two yellow signs standing, with eight words written in red words: "Red stone is the boundary, no crossing the line".

At the end of the red stone is an incense altar, and behind it is a table with offerings against the wall. There are three paintings on the wall. There are two young Taoist priests on the left and right, and in the middle is an old man with disheveled hair like a beggar, holding a magic weapon, lifelike.

The courtyard door creaked open.

Lao Qimen walked in with Chen Chushi. Seeing that Chen Chushi was about to step on the red stone on the ground, he quickly reached out and pulled it back, lowered his voice and said, "Hey, hey, Fellow Daoist Chen must not cross the boundary of this red stone! There is an old witch with a strange temperament living in the room opposite. If you cross the line, she may chop off your legs with an axe..."

Ha ha.

Qimen's speech is too damaging.

Chen Chushi naturally knew that their brother and sister were enemies, so he simply used the trick to tease Lao Qimen.

Cracking, the red arc was pounding at the fingertips, Chen Chushi's face turned serious: "What! There are such vicious people in this world. Fellow Taoist, you must have your own difficulties when you live here! Although we met by chance, we can see unfairness on the road, so we can still draw our swords to help..."

The pocket is connected to the ash space. In addition to the commonly used props, there are many other things, which of course have been dealt with in advance.

He hurriedly grabbed Chen Chushi's arm: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, opposite is my junior sister Dunjia, who is usually naughty and often makes me angry that one Buddha ascends to heaven and two Buddhas leave my body. The old witch is just a nickname! Alas, fellow Taoist Chen, are you a bit murderous? No one who is as irritable as my master is like this?"

Lao Qimen pointed at the portrait behind the incense table under the eaves: "That is my junior sister's master, known as the Beggar Immortal. He is good at the art of Qimen Dunjia, traveling around the world, punishing evil and promoting good, and I don't know how many good things he has done!

When my junior sister and I were young children, we were picked up by him and raised him. Because we wanted to inherit the Qimen Dunjia technique, we simply named me Qimen and named my junior sister Dunjia, which was to remember to carry forward the Qimen Dunjia..."

For example, this Moutai liquor has been cleaned up and packaged.

The old beggar ummed twice, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread out like chrysanthemums: "The wine... is very unique, I like it very much, my child... hiccup, you can live in this courtyard casually... just a room, it's nothing. I'm very happy to be able to taste your good wine today. Do you have any... I won't ask for it for nothing."

The old beggar in the portrait seemed to come alive, stretched his muscles and bones a few times, and his eyes fell on Chen Chushi: "What are you looking at, young man..."

Chen Chushi saw it clearly, his eyes gathered, and this eye could break the illusion.

He put the whole bottle of Moutai on the incense table and said, "Although this wine is rare, since the seniors like it... I naturally cannot be stingy with me. You can take it all... What kind of reward is not rewarded? Isn't I the kind of person who is greedy for cheapness?" After saying that, his eyes fell on the Moutai bottle and reluctantly took it back, as if he was parting with his lover who had been in love for many years...

The old beggar on the portrait can clearly see his movements without using Fenghuo eyes.

The portrait's cheeks were slightly red and she let out a gratifying smile.

There is very little information about Master Qimen Dunjia in this drama, and it can be said that there is only one painting here.

It was clearly a portrait, but the wine glass could be put into half of the portrait's mouth and poured into the wine.

"Yes, my master, is there."

"Master?"

Lao Qimen didn't expect that Chen Chushi could even let go of several loaches. At this moment, he spoke to blow people into powder. Do you have more interest in killing people, right?

He took out a small white ceramic cup from his pocket, and then took out a more delicate white wine bottle, which contained liquid that exuded the charming aroma of wine...

When my master was still alive, every time he made a mistake, he could always make a few good wine to fool him. Now that he has passed away for so many years, his personality has not changed yet...

He sucked his nose hard, his face full of smiles: "You kid... do you say forgive me or not? I never knew what kind of etiquette is when I was as old as you! How could I blame you? Hurry up, let me taste your wine... I'll come on..."

As soon as he took out the wine, Lao Qimen standing next to him was shocked and stared at the bottle with wide eyes: "This... What a delicate bottle, what kind of wine is in it, it seems very good!" He doesn't like drinking like his master. He drinks more tea on weekdays. Even if he doesn't drink, he can tell that this is a good wine by smell!

Just two glasses of wine are about to break down.

Chen Chushi's eyes lit up, wouldn't they want it in vain?

Sure enough, it depends on human relationships when walking in the world.

Lao Qimen immediately covered his face with his sleeves ashamed. The master was good at everything, but he was very good at drinking.

Chen Chushi drank wine for the old beggar in the painting by imitating Lao Qimen.

Lao Qimen reached out and brought out a glass of overflowing wine from his sleeve, and smiled and leaned over to the incense table: "Master, I have brought a fellow Taoist to our courtyard to rest for a few days. You probably won't mind. Come on, I'll bring you a specially brewed wine. It's very exciting. Come on, let's try it out?"

There was a trace of spiritual light attached to the portrait. Although Chen Chushi knew that the essence of the light was not here, he immediately put away Fenghuo Eyes and apologized: "The senior has a profound realm and is unpredictable. I really can't suppress my curiosity, so I tried to see what was going on, so please forgive me."

What are you talking about!

The old beggar's eyes were blurred and his cheeks were even redder.

He raised his right hand high, and the frequency of the electric arc flashing faster: "Let me use the fire thunder in the heart palace... No, attract the sky thunder to chop the courtyard opposite and the old witch into ashes! From now on, you can rest assured to the peace of mind..."

He burped and said, "I have to find something suitable for you... I have to find it. The wine won't be in vain. I'll wait for me for a few days..."

The Maotai wine on the incense table flew up and fell into the hands of the portrait. After a while, it disappeared. The old beggar's voice became a little illusory and farther away: "Good wine needs to be tasted slowly, and the judge also has to ask him to get some wine and food... How can good wine... How can there be no wine without wine?"

Lao Qimen lowered his sleeves, and he felt that his face was thrown away by his master...

He was about to pull Chen Chuqi to choose a wing room, but the door of the house opposite creaked and walked out of an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles on her face with small feet tied. When she saw Lao Qimen, she said the first sentence: "Damn old ghost, what are you quarrels? I'm awakened by you after sleeping well... you... hey, who is this?"

Suddenly, I saw a stranger standing next to Qimen. The old woman's voice suddenly became weaker, and she still wanted her face.
Chapter completed!