Chapter 589 (1/2)

A busy day, in the evening, Chen xinglie finally finished the day's cultural and educational project.

It is not easy to be a teacher.

The young people in their twenties in the afternoon are obviously more difficult to manage than the bear children in the morning. Fortunately, Xue Gang, as a senior brother, has great prestige among the descendants of Daoists.

With his help, Chen xinglie doesn't have to worry too much. These young people will come out against him.

In the evening, at the end of the day's work, Chen xinglie sat alone in the courtyard, with three dishes of delicate dishes and a pot of old wine on the stone table in front of him.

Just standing aside, you can smell the good taste of the old wine in the pot. I think this wine should be of good age.

Chen xinglie picked up the jug and poured himself a cup, sipping it gently.

”Good wine!”

Although there were no other people around, this did not prevent Chen xinglie from praising the wine.

As an otaku in his previous life, he had little chance to taste those famous wines.

Because after crossing into this world by accident, most of the time they are fighting for survival. Moreover, the wine made by those guys in Dongzhou is far less than the good wine made by the Daoists.

I remember that after class just now, several elders of Daoist sect were offering some gifts, and the wine on the table was given by one of them.

Thinking of this, Chen xinglie's mouth raised a smile.

Most of the teachers who are teachers in previous lives have experienced such treatment.

After all, which parents do not want teachers to take good care of their children.

What Chen xinglie didn't expect was that these parents and elders were so eager for education in this different world with respect to strength.

A burst of laughter came out of his mouth. He took two mouthfuls of food and drank the wine in one gulp.

”Can't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never comes back!”

”If you don't see me, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white hair. It's like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening!”

”If you are satisfied with your life, do not make the golden cup empty to the moon.”

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Chen xinglie vomited out of the mouth of Chen xinglie the liquor that had been handed down for thousands of years.

He did not deliberately lower his voice, and the loud and magnificent poem whirled in the sky of xudaozong.

All the elders in the sect came out of their houses. Even Xiang Wenqing, the patriarch, could not restrain his surprise. He also went to his courtyard and looked at Chen xinglie's direction.

The picture cuts back to Chen xinglie. At the time of a poem, Chen xinglie has drunk a pot of wine on the table.

Some anxiously look around, but there is no other wine, can not help feeling a bit lost and not enjoy.

Step up in the air and sing in the mouth: ”when singing to wine, life is geometry! For example, the morning dew is more difficult to go. Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Dukang. ”

Looking at the figure in the sky, some elderly people could not help feeling and recalling Chen xinglie's eyes.

Among them, the patriarch Xiang Wenqing was the leader. It seems that Chen xinglie's generous singing touched some memories in his heart.

He turned around and walked back to the courtyard. When he reappeared, he had already carried two large VATS in his hand. The smell of wine in the air was gradually diffused. It was not necessary to look at them to know what was in these two vats.

”Hiss! Ask the sky to smile! The Lord took out this treasure

”Want to drink!”

”What are you waiting for! Go! Today, with the light of Chen Gong, I can drink this smile