Vol 7 Chapter 2: 1 pot drunk

Lu Zhengkang looked at the moonlit night, but now it is the tenth day of October, the first quarter of the moon, the moon will not be with you for long, so he will leave in the second half of the night.
　　Why is the moon still that moon? Lunar is clearly a big star just like the sun, and it still maintains a kind of weakness, not always clear, how can it be worthy of such a respected position. Perhaps, does the meaning of the moon lie in Yuanque?
　　 Lu Zhengkang was lying on the tiled roof of the inn with his head pillowed in his hands. Someone ran up to him, and this was also a person who came for immortality.
　　 "Xiongtai is so elegant."
　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded at him, "I like to look at the moon when I am fine."
　　 "In the next Tang Yunteng, the Tang of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the cloud of the colorful clouds, the flying Teng, dare to ask the name of Xiongtai?"
　　 "Lu Zhengkang, the animal's deer, right and healthy."
　　 "Luxiongtai came to Kunlun to seek immortality too, right?" Tang Yunteng smiled.
　　 "Yes...You only came today? I haven't seen you before." Although Lu Zhengkang has no cultivation base now, his eyesight is still there. This Tang Yunteng is simply a practitioner.
　　 "Yes, let me take a look. You don't have to go to Kunlun Palace to ask for immortals. You know, they ask too much and have too many rules."
　　 Lu Zhengkang showed an eager expression, but he was snickering in his heart, "Brother Tang, you know so much! It seems that you must often ask for immortals."
　　 Tang Yunteng smiled, "Luxiongtai, how old do you think I am this year?"
　　 This person is elegant and graceful, just like the children of the family, there is quite a kind of pride and youth.
　　 "It's just a two-year-old Chinese."
　　 "Actually, I am already forty out of six."
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked shocked, "How do you care!"
　　 "...This is not what I can maintain. It is actually the effect of the magic of the fairy family." Tang Yunteng adjusted the rhythm of his speech. He actually saw Lu Zhengkang’s talents, especially for someone who had a good character, he was like a light in the night in the eyes of practitioners. As soon as he arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the old Taoists noticed him, and Tang Yunteng came to give Lu What Zhengkang provides some help, or more directly, is the recommended quota.
　　 "So you are Lord Immortal, forgive me." Lu Zhengkang clasped his fists.
Tang Yunteng shook his head, "I am not a cultivator, I am just a poor man who wanders outside the door. I am ten years old and am determined to cultivate, visit famous mountains and rivers, and repeatedly bump into walls. No one is willing to accept me. These simple methods of vomiting and accepting, after so many years, nothing is good, nothing is good, nothing is achieved. I want to return to my hometown, but I find that things are wrong, and the old houses in my hometown have been collapsed. I asked the villagers, My dearest parents, where are my brothers and sisters now? They only said that they were taken away by military disasters. Brother Lu Xian, you must successfully enter the gate of spiritual practice. There are too many sufferings in the world. In the beginning, you can feel more relaxed. "
　　 Lu Zhengkang whispered, "The door? It's a wall. The people in the wall are the same as those outside the wall. As long as they are people, there is suffering."
　　 "Well said! Be a drink!" Tang Yunteng took off the tin jug at his waist and handed it to Lu Zhengkang, "Isn't it beautiful to have a drink to the moon?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang declined, "I don't drink it in the middle of the night. The more I drink, the more energetic I get. I have to sleep later."
　　 Tang Yunteng was silent for a while, and probably choked again, "Well, it’s okay if you don’t drink, it hurts your mind. Since you want to be a monk, it’s better to drink less."
　　 "Huh? You can't drink in spiritual practice? I heard that some people use alcohol to enter the Tao."
　　 "There are indeed, but it's better to drink less. Old Taoists don't like younger generations who drink."
"What is the old Taoist priest? You have to drink it!" Lu Zhengkang grabbed the tin jug, held the lid and faced the spout, trying hard to take a few sips, but the spout was like peeing, peeing the dirty wine. Huhu poured into his mouth, accumulated enough mouthfuls, he swallowed, then continued, and then swallowed, half a catty of wine in the jug, and he drank it in one breath.
　　 Tang Yunteng thought, it really is a huge amount. Such a person may not be able to stand the clear rules and precepts in the mountains, but he should be able to have a good chat with Liu Shishu.
After Lu Zhengkang finished drinking, he was so gentle that he returned the flask to Tang Yunteng. Just when someone in Tang thought the next topic would continue, Lu Zhengkang rolled his eyes, fell asleep, leaned back, fell on the roof tile, and then I slid all the way, rolled, turned down the house, and slammed into a pile of dried cabbage in the yard of the inn. A cabbage that had been shot out flew into the kennel, smashing the dozing dog. Bark.
　　 Tang Yunteng jumped down in horror and lightly patted Lu Zhengkang on the shoulder, "Brother Lu Xian! Are you okay?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang reluctantly raised his head, "Ok... strong wine, miscalculation... miscalculation!" After speaking, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
　　 Tang Yunteng scratched his head, "Isn't it said that the more you drink, the more energy you get?" He was helpless, and he didn't know which room Lu Zhengkang lived in. He went to the lobby to find the shopkeeper and asked some of the patrons to carry Lu Zhengkang back. Midway, Tang Yunteng asked the shopkeeper, "What is the name of the wine I bought from you?"
　　 "Blind the donkey!"
　　 went back to bed and lay down, Lu Zhengkang sober up, he took off his clothes, wrapped the quilt and started to sleep. He was indeed a little drunk, and he didn't use his internal force to hangover. Although Tang Yunteng's wine was only peasant liquor, Lu Zhengkang only wanted to use the excuse of being drunk to interrupt the conversation with him. It's not good to talk shallowly. Besides, he should be offline, he has to go to Wutong World to handle his official business~EbookFREE.me~ The next day, Tang Yunteng still came to him to talk, and the two talked freely. Tang Yunteng was always telling stories and remembering himself. Speaking of his experience in detail, Lu Zhengkang also heard a set of vomiting methods from his words. Tang Yunteng said that he got up every morning, took advantage of the daylight, found an open place, punched a set of punches, and then visualized The shape of a pine crane spit out toward the morning sun, and the divine air flow turned into clouds.
　　 Lu Zhengkang thought you were too straightforward.
Of course he could see that this was someone from Tang who wanted to try his root weapon. So on the third day he went to the mountain to find a cliff and punched. He was ashamed. Although he knew a lot of boxing skills, he was really proficient in it. The Changquan that I had learned in the university, once I finished training, I spit out the morning sun.
　　 Tang Yunteng was observing in the dark, and saw Lu Zhengkang's breath encircling his nose with spiritual mist, and the purple air of the morning sun blooming, he was indeed a superior cultivation seed.
　　 For such a person, as long as the character passes the test, that is really what the world is rushing to ask for.
　　 Tang Yunteng secretly sent a message to the teacher's gate, saying that he had really picked up the treasure this time. Should you take this person into the gate in advance before the other school has arrived?
　　 The old Taoist priests in Kunlun Palace discussed and said yes, immediately let Tang Yunteng find a way to turn Lu Zhengkang back into the door, and must apprentice before tonight.
　　 Tang Yunteng smiled, waiting for Lu Zhengkang to finish walking halfway back, he shook his body and turned into a mighty tiger, rushing out of the mountains and forests with great momentum.
　　 Ordinary warriors are extremely difficult to resist such climatic monsters.
　　 Tang Yunteng thought that Lu Zhengkang would choose to retreat strategically, but he did not expect that he rushed over to him with a wild laugh, and shouted something: "Come on!"