Jiang Baoyun changes Lin Ming, „this you, below Jiang Baoyun, a South Sky Region anchorite swordsman. If you comes the safe idly, might as well go to my humble home slightly to think, is having pot thousand years cold drinking parties below, wants to invite several friends to drink to heart's content.”
Saying these words that the Jiang Baoyun ritual respects, making the people heart be startled.
Millennium cold drinking parties! That is with the water of Sword Mountain cold spring, in addition does not know that many talent treasure brewing, drink unable imagine to the Martial Artist advantage, does not know that many people pay the complete net worth to drink one cup. Now does Jiang Baoyun actually invite such one to seem the person of distinct brain a little issue drinks to heart's content?
Especially the Jiang Lanjian two apprentices, that youth men and women, were hear the eyeball to stare, that was the thousand years cold drinking parties.
They know, no matter teacher Jiang Lanjian or one's teacher's older brother Jiang Baoyun. Is addicted to alcohol like the life.
The sword and liquor, are their life most essential different things.
These thousand years cold drinking parties. Jiang Baoyun also only has half world, by the liquor society member, each time how many cups drinks to be few, asks this child to drink unexpectedly?
Who is he? Isn't this space falls the meat pie the good deed?
To the invitation of Jiang Baoyun, in the Lin Ming heart sighs with emotion, after he silent for a long time, eventually nodded.
This point, lets people depressed spitting blood.
This child perhaps does not know that the thousand years cold drinking parties are what, such has not preferred unexpectedly, exasperating does not pay with a life simply.
„Please!”
Jiang Baoyun straightforward saying.
Place that Jiang Baoyun lives , is very simple.
A bamboo room, several thatched huts, that is all.
The arrangement of room, is very simple.
Zhang wooden table, several rattan chairs, one bottle of green bamboo, a Sword Qi arrogant Kuangcao, is, wine pot of entire big platoon.
Jiang Baoyun at a moderate pace takes out the thousand years cold drinking parties, has boiled with the lukewarm water, then washes the clean cup, filling one after another.
The room has three people.
Jiang Baoyun and Jiang Lanjian, Lin Ming.
After 130 years, three people of reunions, unexpectedly under this time this scenery.
„Friend, honored name?”
This was second time questioned, asked was not Jiang Baoyun, but was Jiang Lanjian, he to the Lin Ming status, was similarly curious.
This person, he could not completely understand, but actually feels somewhat familiar.
This familiar, making Jiang Lanjian think that cannot believe that how to think, possibly is not that talented person is
„, You is not willing to refer to the given name, did not ask is, the liquor met the friend, raised glass to hobnob, why was acquainted?”
„Drinks one cup!”
Three people raise glass together, toss down.
„Nice wine!”
Jiang Lanjian acclaimed.