Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　 said it was an expedition, but it was actually similar to Hu Zhensong’s work last time in the alchemy room. He went to the side of the pile of wine jars, opened the wine jars one by one, and found nothing. Then he scanned the wine jars with the Jian Ling Pan, but found nothing.

　　Also, the fairy master here doesn’t know how long it has been since disappearing. Even the pill stored in the jade bottle has turned into ashes, so can the fairy wine be kept till now?

　　Although he had expected this result a long time ago, Qing Yang couldn’t help being disappointed. This was the first time he had acted alone. If he couldn’t find any good things, wouldn’t it mean that he was bad luck? Although he knew that even if he found the treasure, he didn’t have any part of it. If it was to be handed over to the immortals in the end, he still hoped to gain something. Not to mention anything else, at least you can reap the favor of the fairy master, maybe if the other party is happy, you can also get a fairy fate.

Qing Yang continued to move forward with a look of disappointment, and came to the platform of wine making and fermentation. The situation here is much more complicated. There are high and low platforms, large and small ponds, and various wine fermentation. The facilities, but no one has been operating for a long time, many facilities have been decayed, and the pools are full of all kinds of **** and debris.

After that, Qing Yang started a boring treasure hunt. While cleaning the garbage in the pool, he scanned around with the Jian Ling Pan, not letting go of every inch of the ground, and every pile of debris was turned over and over again, and it took nearly a total of It took two hours to clean up this piece.

　　 In the end, Qing Yang still had some gains. He found two slap-sized black metal plates from the pile of debris, which seemed to have fallen from a brewing facility. The estimated value is similar to the dark brown stone found by Hu Zhensong in the earliest time, better than nothing.

After working for so long, Qing Yang was tired and hungry. He returned to the entrance of the cave and gave the harvest of today to Hu Zhensong outside the cave. After eating something casually, he leaned against the wall next to the cave to rest. One night.

　　 is a young man after all. The next morning, Qingyang was alive and well again, eating something to replenish his strength, and then walked towards the pavilion on the left.

　　 Yesterday, he was far away. Today, when he walked closer, he discovered that there is not only a small pavilion here, but also a row of eight wine pools behind the pavilion. They are called wine pools because there is a small plaque on the pavilion with the word wine pool written on it. In fact, the wine pools are less than seven feet long and three feet deep, but they are more like a few. Deep well.

　　 The small pavilion is quaint and old. I don’t know how many years it has existed, and I don’t know what materials it was built with. It hasn’t fallen down so far. However, Qing Yang swept it with a Jian Ling pan, but there was no response at all. Obviously there is no treasure here.

　　 As for the eight wine pools at the back, you can see the bottom at a glance. The inside is clean, without a trace of dust, let alone treasures. Standing at the edge of the wine pond, Qing Yang couldn’t help but shook his head. He was splashed with a bucket of cold water early in the morning. It seemed that he didn’t have that good life.

　　 Suddenly, a scent of wine wafted from nowhere. Qing Yang sniffed his nose, and an indescribable delicacy filled his nasal cavity. It made people feel like a fairy. There is such a good wine in the world? Before Qing Yang had time to think carefully, suddenly his head was dizzy, and a drunkenness hit his heart. He shook his body and almost fell into the wine pool next to him.

　　 If you fell directly into the wine pool that was more than three feet deep, at least it would hurt your muscles and bones. It would be impossible to climb out in a short time. Maybe you would be completely trapped in it. Qing Yang didn’t dare to neglect, and quickly took out a piece of cloth from his arms to block his mouth and nose.

　　 This piece of cloth was processed by Songhe Old Road. It is said that it can filter the fragrance and poisonous gas, and it just comes in handy now. After tying the cloth strips, Qing Yang breathed a sigh of relief and expelled the dizziness in his head. Only then did he remember the smell of wine just now.

　　 Songhe Lao Dao is a drunkard. Those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black. Although Qingyang is not as addicted to wine as Songhe Lao Dao, I have drunk some fine wines, but I have never smelled such good wines. how to say? It’s that the two can’t be compared at all. If the wine here is wine, then the wine he has drunk before can only be regarded as footwashing water.

Over the years, following Songhe’s old ways, Qingyang’s drinking capacity has also been practiced. In the past, one jar of spirits was not a problem. When I was happy, it was fine to drink two jars, but today I just smelled the smell of alcohol and almost got myself drunk. What kind of exotic wine should this be?

　　 Immortal wine, it must be immortal wine, what is the wine that the masters refine is not immortal wine? I’m afraid that only fairy wine has such great power, right? I didn’t think I was so lucky this time, I was able to find the fairy wine. After going out, the fairy masters will definitely reward myself.

When you find a good wine, you must first get some for Master. UU read www.uukanshu.com to let him also taste what the legendary fairy wine is. Thinking of this, Qing Yang couldn’t help but smile at the corner of his mouth. You can even imagine Master’s madness in the future.

　　 Now it’s useless to say more, we still have to find where the fairy wine is.

Qing Yang was looking around, looking around several wine pools, even using the Jian Ling Pan to sweep inch by inch, and finally found a mouse hole behind the eighth wine pool. There seemed to be traces in the hole. The aroma of wine wafted out.

　　 Yes, it’s the mouse hole, exactly like the one on the outside wall, it should have been bitten out by a mouse. In other words, if the mouse hadn’t bitten a hole here, Qing Yang wouldn’t be able to smell the wine, and it would be even more impossible to follow the wine to find the hole. Because the Jian Ling Pan didn’t respond at all here, and I don’t know whether the fairy wine in it was not a treasure, or the Jian Ling Pan couldn’t identify the level of the fairy wine.

　　 There are still some differences between this hole and the outside. The outside is a hole bitten out on a stone wall, but the ground here is clay. Qing Yang found a dagger and pried it lightly, prying up a piece of clay, and it immediately exuded a richer aroma of wine.

　　 Qingyang kept holding hands, and quickly knocked off this piece of clay, and removed the wooden baffle below, finally revealing the ninth wine pool underground.

　　 There are a total of nine wine pools. The first eight are empty. Only the ninth one contains wine, but it is sealed by some means. Later, the mouse found it, so he broke the sealing means and leaked the smell of wine.

　　The wine pond is three feet deep, but the wine in it is only three inches high, yellow-orange, rich and viscous, looking like a huge piece of amber. Where is the wine, it is exactly the essence of the wine after a pool of immortal wine evaporates and condenses.