My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Qin Hao has never left the Sword Valley since he practiced swordsmanship with Canyi Sword God.

On this day, the master of the sword god rarely asked Qin Hao to continue practicing swordsmanship, but asked him to return to his own world to spend time with his family.

Qin Hao didn't know why. After questioning, he realized that today was New Year's Eve on Cangming Continent.

Master Sword God thought that Qin Hao's world was the same as Cangming's and that this day was also New Year's Eve, so he asked him to go home to fulfill his filial piety.

"Master, no need. In my world, we have just entered Mengdong now, and it is still early before New Year's Eve. Since today is New Year's Eve, the disciple will accompany Master to celebrate the New Year."

After that, Qin Hao seemed to remember something. He said hello and returned to the earth world. When he came back again, he was carrying a lot of things in his hands.

There is a knife of red paper, the four treasures of the study, and many ingredients.

"Master, in my world, every New Year's Eve, every household has the custom of posting Spring Festival couplets and hanging peach charms. I wonder if it is the same in Cangming and China?"

The sword god nodded and said:

"This custom does exist in the outside world, but I am always the only one in this valley, so I don't want to cause trouble."

"Hey, Master, now that you have a disciple to accompany you to celebrate the New Year, you don't have to be lonely anymore."

After saying that, Qin Hao spread the red paper, mixed the ink, and asked:

"Master, why don't you write the next one first?"

The sword god waved his hand and said:

"As a teacher, your literary talents are limited, so you should do it."

"Oh, Master, what you want from the New Year's Eve couplets is just a vision for the New Year. Besides, Master is a scholar of heaven and earth, so isn't it easy to write a couplet?"

Seeing Qin Hao's high interest, the Sword God didn't want to dampen his interest, so he took the brush from Qin Hao's hand and said:

"Only make one for my teacher, and you can write the rest."

"good."

Qin Hao stepped aside and gave up his position.

The Can Yi Sword God was obviously holding a writing brush, but Qin Hao still felt as if he was holding a peerless sword in his hand, as independent from the world.

The master's handwriting is not very good, but even if it is unintentional, there is still a soaring sword intention between the lines of his words, which makes people intimidated.

[Last year, morning and evening are like running water]

[Twilight starts from scratch this year]

It's a very common and appropriate couplet. Canyi Sword God has been devoted to swords all his life. He really hasn't put much effort into other categories.

After finishing one piece of writing, the Sword God stopped writing.

Qin Hao didn't force himself, took the brush and began to write freely.

A series of neatly contrasted couplets without much brilliance were completed from his pen.

Canyi Sword God looked at the writing on the red paper and praised:

"Your calligraphy, even if it were placed in Tai'an Academy in the divine capital, would probably be considered outstanding."

Qin Hao smiled and said nothing. He originally loved practicing calligraphy, and he also learned from famous masters in the earth world. After practicing martial arts, his wrist strength was extraordinary, so the words he wrote became more vigorous and the artistic conception became more profound.

After writing the couplets, I decorated the doors of each bamboo house. When I looked up, I felt like New Year's Eve before I knew it.

After posting the Spring Festival couplets, Qin Hao started busy with the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Since he moved into Sword Valley, he built a kitchen next to his bamboo house, complete with pots and pans.

Master Sword God also liked the food he cooked more and more, so he didn't care that he always made the whole Sword Valley full of fireworks.

This New Year's Eve dinner is very sumptuous, and there is always a rare smile on the face of Canyi Sword God on this day.

Just when the master and the apprentice filled the first glass of wine and were about to start the meal, the master, who had raised the glass halfway, suddenly stopped, turned to look out the window, and hummed softly:

"This old drunkard came at the right time."

Qin Hao didn't know why and turned around to look, but saw nothing.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that I finally saw a black spot falling from the sky in the dim sunset.

After it landed, Qin Hao saw clearly that it was the old man who had brought him to Sword Valley.

"Fragrance of wine, what wine is so fragrant? How could you, Old Man Ye, hide such a fine wine?"

As soon as the old man landed, his red rosacea nose smelled the aroma of wine emanating from the room, and he sat down at the table in a flash.

"Not only is there good wine, but there is also delicious food. You two, master and disciple, really know how to enjoy it."

As he spoke, the old man had already reached for the white porcelain wine bottle on the table.

However, Canyi Sword God was faster than him. He took away the wine bottle and said:

"This is my apprentice's honor to me. If you want to drink it, buy it yourself."

The old man was so anxious that he blew his beard and glared, and said angrily:

"You white-eyed wolf, without my old drunkard, how could you have such a good apprentice? How could you have such good wine?"

But the sword god still ignored him, and picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

How could the old man with the title of Immortal in Wine stand this stimulation? The long sword behind his back came out of its sheath with a clanging sound, and he pointed at the Can Yi Sword God and said angrily:

"Hey, you old man, I want to see how much this sword god like you weighs today."

Canyi Sword God remained unmoved and allowed him to go crazy.

Qin Hao saw this and said hurriedly:

"Senior Jiuxian, please be patient. There is still plenty of wine. I will get you another bottle to calm down."

Jiu Zhongxian's aura suddenly disappeared, and the long sword hanging in the air was instantly sheathed. He grabbed Qin Hao's arm and said with a smile on his face:

"What a good boy, you are worthy of me recommending you to be the master of the sword god of this world. You are on the right path. As expected, you are on the right path."

Qin Hao really had nothing to do with this naughty old man. He quickly ran to his room, brought a whole box of various kinds of liquor, and put it in front of the Jiu Zhongxian.

"Senior, these wines honor you, you..."

Before Qin Hao finished speaking, the Wine Fairy had already taken out a bottle of wine.

But the spiral opening of modern wine bottles stumped him. Qin Hao just wanted to help him open it, but he saw that the Immortal of Wine had already scratched it with one finger, and the sharp Qi on his fingertips directly cut open the mouth of the bottle, like Cut like tofu.

"It smells so good. What kind of wine is this?"

asked the wine fairy.

"This is Fenjiu, fifty years old."

This bottle of wine is not cheap. It is a top-notch wine in China on Earth.

The Wine Fairy smelled it deeply first, then brought it to his mouth and took a shallow taste.

His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and he took another big gulp without thinking about talking.

After a long time, the Wine Fairy exhaled a long breath of wine and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, good wine, good wine, such as Zuixianjiang and Yulouchun, they are all bullshit. This is the real good wine."

Canyi Sword God looked at him with disgust, then silently filled himself a cup of Maotai and savored it carefully.

The atmosphere of this New Year's Eve dinner immediately became lively due to the addition of Jiuzhongxian.

The three of them exchanged cups, had fine wines and delicacies, talked about martial arts, and anecdotes about the rivers and lakes. It was really a pleasure.

While the Immortal in Wine was still drunk, Canyi Sword God put down his wine glass and asked:

"Tell me, what's the reason for coming here this time?"

Jiu Zhongxian held the wine bottle in one hand and a pickled pig's trotter in the other, and said vaguely:

"What are you talking about? Let's drink first and have fun before we talk. Come on, nephew, let's boxing and play the fifteen or twenty you taught..."