Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　Master Songhe is really addicted to alcohol, if he knows that he has found this kind of wine, he still doesn’t know what it is like to be happy. Alas, it’s a pity, things are good things, but they have to be given to a few immortal masters outside. Masters can taste them in this secret area at most, and it is impossible to keep them and enjoy them.

Whenever I thought that the good things I had found would be cheaper, those immortal masters outside, Qing Yang’s chest hurt so much. He exerted so much strength, but couldn’t get anything, and those immortal masters outside It’s really unfair to be able to sit back and enjoy it without doing anything.

　　 No, you must save some for the master, and you must not make those people cheap. No one paid attention to this wine gourd, so I filled a pot with Master first, anyway, the Jian Ling Pan couldn’t be detected. As for the rest, it’s better to stay here first.

　　 Qingyang untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, tied it with a thin rope, slowly put it to the bottom of the wine pool, and then swayed the wine into the gourd. After a long time, Qing Yang felt that the gourd should be almost filled, so he pulled the gourd up with the rope.

　　 Qingyang took the gourd to his eyes and looked at it, but didn’t see anything. Didn’t it fill it up? He tilted the gourd and poured it, without a drop of wine flowing out. This is so weird, for so long, hasn’t a drop of wine been poured in for so long just now?

　　 In desperation, Qing Yang put the gourd down again, and then pulled the string on it to pour wine into the gourd. Worrying that this time would be the same as last time, Qing Yang deliberately poured it for a while, and after nearly a quarter of an hour, he brought the wine gourd up again.

　　 shook his hand, and did not hear the sound of the wine hitting the wall. After measuring it, the weight of the gourd did not increase. When the gourd was turned upside down, it still did not pour a drop of wine. Qing Yang is a little confused, is it the method of pouring the wine by herself is wrong, or the wine can’t be poured in at all?

He looked down at the bottom of the wine pool, but found that the wine in it seemed to be less. The original fairy wine that was more than three inches high was only one inch high. That is to say, the time spent filling the wine by himself just now. , The fairy wine in it is less than half.

　　 But there is nothing in the gourd? Where did this fairy wine go? Will it disappear out of thin air? This shouldn’t be right. The time for the mouse to bite out of the hole is definitely not short. If the wine disappears out of thin air, the wine in it will be gone for a long time, and it won’t be kept until now.

　　If the wine in it didn’t disappear out of thin air, where would it go? Could it be poured into the gourd? Qing Yang couldn’t help but think of the origin of the wine gourd in his hand. Master said that this is the treasure of the head of Xipingguan. It has been passed down for many generations. The origin seems to be extraordinary, but no one has ever figured out what this extraordinary is. Could it be this? Is he extraordinary?

If it had been before, Qing Yang would definitely not believe in such outrageous things, but now that he has experienced a series of things, seeing many magical methods of the immortals, he felt that it was not impossible, maybe the magic of wine gourd The place is here.

　　 Anyway, I don’t know the principle, so I might as well put the wine gourd to try again to see what happens in the end. So Qing Yang put the gourd to the bottom of the wine pond for the third time, and then stood by the side with the rope, quietly looking at the bottom of the wine pond.

　　Perhaps because there is not much wine in the wine pool, a slight change is obvious. As soon as Qingyang put the wine gourd to the end, she saw that the fairy wine in the wine pool was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fairy wine that was more than an inch deep obviously didn’t even have a gourd mouth, but the thing was so magical, the fairy wine at the bottom of the pool was like being absorbed by a dragon, flowing toward the gourd’s mouth by itself.

　　 Seeing this scene before him, Qing Yang finally confirmed that the wine in the wine pool was indeed collected by the wine gourd, and this wine gourd is really a treasure. As for where the wine was received, and what kind of treasure is the gourd, he still can’t fully study it with his current ability.

In just over ten breaths, the wine at the bottom of the pool was reduced by more than half, and the depth soon became less than half an inch. After that, the wine gourd was able to absorb the wine from the bottom of the pool even more quickly, just a few breaths more. At that time, the wine pool had bottomed out, exposing the ground at the bottom of the pool.

The fairy wine was poured into the wine gourd, Qing Yang was about to pull the wine gourd up, suddenly, the ground shook, as if an earthquake had occurred, before Qing Yang figured out what was going on, a bright light flashed. After that, his body fell down without warning.

　　 Could it be that there are some traps buried here, and I was accidentally inspired by myself? But now it’s going to be dead. Your own strength can’t be compared to Master. If you fall into a trap, you might be dead right away. Even if you get a chance to survive, can you escape the trap?

Faced with danger, he couldn’t help but save himself. Qing Yang hurriedly displayed the light-weight kung fu taught by Master, and at the same time waved his arm upwards, and hooked the other end of the string on a stone slab not far away, hoping to slow it down a bit. The speed of falling. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 It’s a pity that the slate was not strong, it was just loosened slightly by him, and then fell off, that is, the slate was a bit far away from him, otherwise it would just hit the head.

Qingyang’s light-weight skill is incomparable to Songhe’s old way, and the incident happened suddenly, and it didn’t make much difference after casting it, but the trap below didn’t seem to be deep. He quickly touched the ground and only heard a plop. There was a loud noise, Qing Yang was thrown into a mess.

　　 It took a long time for Qing Yang to breathe a sigh of relief. He checked up and down and found that he had only suffered some skin injuries, and the others were not serious. Then he pulled the rope in his hand, and the wine gourd was easily tied to the string.

　　 God bless, I finally saved a little life and didn’t lose anything. Qing Yang stood up and patted the dirt on his body. Only then did he have the mood to observe the surrounding situation.

　　 He is still in the hall at this time, still standing in the position he used to stand, but now he is at the bottom of a big dirt pit. The place where he stood just now suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Including the small pavilion in the front and the nine wine pools in the back are gone, as if the whole was dug away, leaving only a large pit in its original location.

　　Because Qing Yang was standing on the edge of the wine pond when the accident happened, after the wine pond and the land under his feet disappeared, he was like stepping on the void. There was nothing under his feet to take advantage of, and he was not a **** who threw the clouds and mists, so he fell directly into the big dirt pit.

　　 The wine pond and the pavilion can disappear out of thin air. This should be the magic of moving mountains and filling the sea in fairy legends, right? It’s amazing that I can’t think I can see it with my own eyes. But thinking about the miracles that have subverted previous cognitions along the way, it seems that the disappearance of the wine pond and pavilion is not an incomprehensible thing, and Qing Yang is soon relieved.