Uncle is so fierce

Su Fan didn't have Luo Hui's lie detector skills, but from the sadness in her eyes, it could be seen that she wasn't lying.

"Why is this happening?"

Su Fan frowned slightly, he was a little concerned about the time 1 years ago, because 1 years ago was the time when he traveled to this world and joined the Haotian School.

"If I knew the reason, I wouldn't let Xianzhou become what it is now."

Luo Hui sighed faintly and continued.

"Xianzhou is the root of Xianting. Without Xianzhou, there would be no Xianting. This is why I stick here."

Everyone could hear the bitterness in Luo Hui's words. Su Fan subconsciously took a step forward and walked side by side with her.

"But the tree is moved to die, the people are moved to live, and the fairy island has become like the bird it is now. What does it matter if it is moved?"

Su Fan's comforting words did not comfort Luo Hui, she lowered her head slightly, looked at the muddy road, and walked slowly.

"Do you know how long I have been in Xianzhou?"

"do not know."

Su Fan honestly shook his head, and Luo Hui stretched out a finger.

"10 years? No wonder there are feelings, I can understand."

Luo Hui denied it.

"No? A million years? My mother! Sister, how old are you?"

Luo Hui still shook his head.

"Millions of years?"

Su Fan had goosebumps all over his body. This woman was like an old hag. She actually held hands with an old hag who had been around for thousands of years.

What the hell!

No, she is stranger than ghosts.

However, Luo Hui's next words almost made Su Fan faint.

"I was born in Xianzhou, until now."

"puff"

A finger actually meant to be there all the time, Su Fan was convinced.

"Elder Sister, may I ask you how expensive you are this year?"

Luo Hui frowned slightly, but Su Fan immediately reacted and changed his words.

"Ahem, I mean how old are you?"

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to ask this kind of question to a girl?"

"You Can Be a Girl"

Before Su Fan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong killing intent coming from around him, which made him shut up quickly.

Almost died, forgot that this woman is an immortal emperor.

Heartbroken, Su Fan took a peek at Luo Hui, and found that she was looking at him with murderous eyes, Su Fan quickly changed the subject.

"It's been so long, haven't you arrived yet?"

"arrive."

Luo Hui stopped, pointed to the thatched hut beside him, and continued.

"right here."

"Here? Are you sure?"

Su Fan looked suspiciously at the thatched hut beside him, and asked back.

"Are you sure this is not a latrine, but a place where immortal roots are stored?"

After getting along for such a period of time, Luo Hui had figured out Su Fan's temperament. She didn't even bother to talk to Su Fan, so she walked directly into the gate of the thatched cottage.

It is said to be a gate, but it is actually a square entrance without even a wooden board.

Su Fan followed Luo Hui into the hut. The hut was very small and contained nothing, except for an old man lying on a pile of weeds.

This old man was dressed in ripped clothes, his breasts were exposed, and his skinny chest was covered with bones.A string of bodhi seeds hung around his neck, which had been wrapped in pulp and gave off a shiny light.

The gray hair is like dry white straw, and there is not much hair left on the Tianling Gai, just like a Mediterranean.

The face is full of wrinkles, and the white beard on the chin is four or five inches long. It seems to be very old.

The old man was lying on the haystack, sleeping soundly. There were still many muddy drops of water hanging from his beard, which should be saliva.

Hearing the shouts coming from his ears, Su Fan twitched a little. These immortal emperors in the fairy court really have personalities.

"Mo Lao, Mo Lao, wake up."

Luo Hui called softly twice, but the old man didn't make any movement, he just babbled, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Oh, Mo Lao, Mo Lao."

Luo Hui smiled wryly, and turned into a small brown gourd. He gently unscrewed the mouth of the gourd, and immediately a light but long-lasting aroma of wine entered Su Fan's nose.

"liquor?"

Su Fan's eyes lit up, and his heart moved slightly. He saw Luo Hui holding the wine gourd, walking to Mo Lao's side, and pointing the mouth of the bottle at Mo Lao's nose.

In less than three seconds, there was a sound of sniffling, and Mo Lao's slightly red nose twitched several times in a row. The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and snatched the wine gourd from Luo Hui's hand.

"Girl, you brought this wine to my mouth, it's not illegal."

Mo Lao turned over and sat up, grabbed the wine gourd, raised his head and gulped it down.

"Old Mo, did you do it on purpose? You should have woken up long ago."

Luo Hui's face changed slightly, looking at Mo Lao who was drinking wine, he frowned slightly.

"No way, no way, old man, I'm sleeping soundly, if it's not for this good sweet potato roast, I won't be able to wake up."

Mo Lao's face changed slightly, he took another big mouthful, and burped comfortably.

"Really? Mo Lao, then hold my hand and say it again."

Luo Hui seemed to see something, but as soon as she finished speaking, Mo Lao took a sip of his wine and coughed violently.

"Ahem, cough, you girl, how could I lie to you? Old Motou never cheats, right, ahaha."

Mo Lao laughed, and immediately looked around, wanting to change the subject, just in time to see Su Fan.

"Yo, what a handsome boy."

With one eye, Mo Lao stood up, holding the wine gourd, and stood in front of Su Fan like a gust of wind.

"Your eyes are very strange? Where did you come from?"

Su Fan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Mo Lao, who was lying on the haystack just now, appeared in front of his eyes. He felt a little shivering in his heart, and immediately said respectfully.

"Senior Mo, junior Su Fan, please be polite."

"Not bad, not bad, quite solid."

Mo Lao nodded slightly, and kept praising Su Fan, while his dry hands kept pinching the muscles on his arms.

"Senior Mo has won the prize."

Those who can appear in the Immortal Court must be the Immortal Emperor. Su Fan doesn't want to tear himself apart with the Immortal Court for the time being, so he can only treat each other with courtesy.

Although it was very uncomfortable to be touched by an old guy, but Mo Lao didn't touch it for too long, so he let go.

"There's no need for so many etiquettes, tell me, when will you and Hui girl get married? I'm going to drink the wedding wine at that time."

Su Fan: "???"

Luo Hui: "???"

Su Fan and Luo Hui's faces showed panic at the same time. Looking at Mo Lao, they said in unison: "Mo Lao, you misunderstood!"

"Oh? Really, I think you two are a good match."

Mo Lao stroked his gray beard and muttered to himself: "In all these years, I have never seen a girl bring outsiders to see me."

While talking, he suddenly thought of something, patted his head, and suddenly realized.

"I understand, I understand. You young people are just starting out. You are thin-skinned and afraid of being pointed out. It's normal. Don't worry, there are no outsiders here, and the old man won't talk nonsense."

This old thing, the more you say it, the more outrageous it is. A woman like Luo Hui is too thin to die lying down together, let alone other things.

Su Fan's face darkened, and he quickly shouted at Luo Hui.

"You haven't done business yet, what are you doing standing there?"

Only then did Luo Hui come to his senses, walked to Mo Lao's side, and said respectfully.

"Old Mo, Su Fan is not from Immortal Court, I brought him here just to get something."

Looking at Luo Hui's appearance, Mo Lao let out a long sigh, his face full of emotion.

"It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay in college. Our girl has grown up."

""

Luo Hui coughed violently, grabbed Mo Lao's arm, and pulled him aside.

"Old Mo, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll really get angry. From now on, let alone the burning of the sweet potatoes, you won't be allowed to drink the rice wine once a month."

Hearing this, Mo Lao was so frightened that Su Fan could clearly see his face turn pale.

"Wrong, wrong, girl, I was wrong, tell me, what do you want to get."

I don't know why, seeing Luo Hui being so mean, Su Fan's temper rose.

"Respecting the old and caring for the young are the most basic virtues. What's wrong with Mo Lao? Why are you so unreasonable?"

Su Fan snorted, walked to the other side of Mo Lao, took out the sauce-flavored white wine specially made by Haotianzong Brewing Group from Qiankun Jie, and handed it to Mo Lao.

"Old Mo, come here, this is the good wine that the younger generation respectfully gave you. It is definitely ten thousand times better than Luo Hui's sweet potato burn."

Looking at the basketball-sized wine jug in Su Fan's hand, Mo Lao swallowed hard, his eyes glistening.

"Is this true?"

"Really! If you don't believe me, Mr. Mo, you can try it."

Hearing this, Mo Lao just wanted to take a sip from the mud seal when he suddenly pressed his bare hand on the wine jar. The next moment, Su Fan felt his hands lighten, and the wine jar in his hand appeared on Luo Hui's face on hand.

"Mo Lao, you can't drink anymore today, I will keep this wine for you first."

Luo Hui took three steps back, holding the wine jar with a serious face.

"Ah! Don't, at least let me smell it before you take it away, you are so greedy old man."

Seeing the wine jar being taken away by Luo Hui, Mo Lao was sweating profusely, but there was nothing he could do.

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it. Mo Lao, you give Su Fan the immortal root of the elixir of immortality. I'll drink this wine next month."

"The fairy root of the immortal medicine?"

Hearing this, Mo Lao frowned slightly, he glanced at Luo Hui, then at Su Fan, and found that Luo Hui didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and he was sure.

"Alright alright."

Mo Lao muttered a few words, and groped for a long time in his arms along his open chest with his withered palms, and finally took out a strange black object the size of a steamed bun.

"Here, Su boy, take it, you have to treat the girl well, she even gave you the fairy root."

"Is this the fairy root?"

Su Fan frowned. The immortal root in Mo Lao's hand was a black elliptical sphere. It was black and covered with long and thin black strips. It also faintly gave off a bad smell.

Like a ball of mud from someone who hasn't showered in a month and a half.

"Do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll let Mr. Mo take it back."

Luo Hui's voice came from next to his ears, Su Fan gritted his teeth, held back his nausea and grabbed the fairy root, and immediately threw it into the Qiankun ring.

The feeling of wet hands made Su Fan extremely uncomfortable, but Luo Hui and Mo Lao didn't need to lie to themselves like this, Su Fan comforted himself in his heart.

"Girl, I gave him all the celestial roots. I haven't finished this mouthful of sweet potatoes. Let me taste the wine brought by Su Xiaozi, okay?"

Mo Lao strode up to Luo Hui's side, and handed her the wine gourd in his hand.

Luo Hui took the wine gourd, shook it with his hand, and found that there was indeed a lot left, his face softened a little.

"Okay, let's not take it as an example. You can only drink one sip. If you drink more, the next month's amount will also be deducted."

Putting the wine gourd away, and handing the wine jar to Mo Lao, Luo Hui stared at him, afraid that he would take another sip.

"understand."

Mo Lao smiled, opened the mud seal, and suddenly a strong smell of wine permeated the whole hut. Even Luo Hui, who doesn't like drinking, could not help his eyes light up, and took two deep breaths of wine.

"Good wine!"