Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　 After taking care of everything outside, Qing Yang blocked the entrance of the cave with stones again, letting Master rest inside, and then turned around and entered the forest. While it was still early, he was going to walk around in the woods, by the way, to verify some of his ideas.

One of his most important thoughts is his feelings for spiritual things. According to the records on the longevity formula, after becoming a cultivator, he opened the shackles of the soul, and his spiritual thoughts can sense the existence of ordinary spiritual things, such as the spiritual energy in the air. Spirit grass that grows underground, as well as spirit stones, monsters, etc.

It’s a pity that there are so few spiritual things from outside that they can’t be found by an immortal cultivator like him. Qingyang doesn’t even know the species, characteristics, and growth environment of the spiritual grass, so aimlessly. It’s a waste of time.

　　 More than two hours passed, he found that other places also have aura, but the place is different, there is a difference between thinness and richness, and he has not found a single hair.

While looking for spiritual things, he also transplanted some wild flowers and weeds into the space of Zuixian Gourd, and even got some plant seeds, and sprinkled them on the open ground next to him. He wanted to experiment, Zuixian Gourd’s. Can plants grow in the space?

　　 But watering seems to be a problem. He tried to find some containers that could hold water and tried to fetch water from the outside, and then sent it into the drunk fairy gourd space to water, only to find that doing so was too tiring.

Then he put the drunk fairy gourd directly into the river and let him pour water into it. This method was quite easy, but the water poured in was like rain in the space, flowing everywhere. , Even the nine wine pools have some water.

After several attempts, he finally found a trick. When pouring water into the drunk fairy gourd, if he controls a little with his spiritual thoughts, the range of rain can come according to his own requirements, and he can only let him down. Where it rains.

　　 It’s just that this method consumes more spiritual thoughts, his current strength is relatively low, and he can only use it when he needs it, and he can’t try it casually.

At this time, Qing Yang suddenly came up with an idea. Now he is like the master of the drunk fairy gourd space. It rains whenever he wants him to rain, and wherever he wants to go. But Zuixian Hu’s space is relatively small.

　　 If you magnify him countless times and create a world inside, wouldn’t it be the same as the world outside yourself? I don’t know if the world I’m in also has a ruler.

　　 After thinking about it for a while, Qing Yang flashed himself into the space of Drunk Immortal Gourd. After working for half the afternoon, he wanted to take a look at the results of this period of time.

　　 The space of Drunk Fairy Gourd is foggy, and the humidity in the space is much higher. The Jiuchi Square on the slate floor in the middle is better, and the other places are already muddy. Qing Yang stepped on the soil and came to the plants he had planted.

　　 It is too troublesome to plant wild flowers and weeds. There is only a small piece of land, not even a single piece of land, but a lot of wild plant seeds are obtained, and a full acre of land is scattered next to it. But the time is too short, and the place where the seeds are planted has not changed much, but the wild flowers and weeds are very energetic. Although it has been transplanted once, it seems to be better than the ones outside.

　　 It seems that this space is still suitable for plant growth. Since there is no problem, then the four seeds I got in the dense land can be planted here.

　　 When it comes to dry, Qingyang directly planted the seeds by digging holes in the ground with his hands. In order to avoid mutual interference, only one seed was planted on each side of the Jiuchi Square. What the immortals left behind must be good things, and I don’t know what will grow in the future, Qing Yang is full of longing.

After planting the seeds, Qingyang was about to go out. Suddenly he smelled a faint smell of wine, which was very similar to the first smell of fairy wine in the hall in the dense land, but it was much weaker and not scent. The power of almost drunk in one fell swoop.

How is this going? Could there be any change in the drunk fairy gourd space?

　　 Qingyang quickly found the source of the aroma of the wine. It was inside the ninth wine pool on the wine pool square. He leaned closer and suddenly realized it. It turned out that when he rained in the drunken gourd in the afternoon, some rain fell into the wine pond. This situation is not good. It seems that we will add a cover to these wine pools in the future.

　　 The other eight wine pools have been dry for a long time, I don’t know how many years, the rain will have no effect, and the ninth seat has been filled with a lot of celestial alcohol a few days ago. Although I was drunk by the drunk bee, I didn’t drink it so cleanly. Now when I was washed by the rain, the smell of alcohol was washed out and I smelled it with my nose. It seemed to be very fragrant.

Qingyang suddenly became interested. He tied a rope to the bottom of the pool, then dipped a finger with his finger and put it in his mouth to taste it. The taste was very strong, and it was many times better than those outside wines~www. wuxiax.com~ It’s not much worse than the drunk bee honey that is drunk in the dense land.

The fairy wine in this wine pool has been diluted countless times by rain, and it still has this kind of taste. At the beginning, the fairy wine had no idea how powerful it should be. Thinking of this, Qing Yang felt a faint pain in his chest, so good. Some of the things were secretly drunk by a few bees.

　　 But this is good, this diluted fairy wine is not so powerful, and ordinary people will not have any problems drinking it, but you can install some and show it to the master to taste.

　　 found two clean porcelain bottles filled with some rain wine, Qing Yang flashed out of the drunk fairy gourd space, to see that the sky was not early, he caught two hares in the forest, and then returned to the cave.

　　 Qingyang packed up the hare, took it back to the cave and handed one to Master, but Songhe Lao Dao took a bite and put it down, as if he had no appetite at all.

Seeing that Old Songhe still has a lack of appetite, Qingyang knows what it is because of it. He chuckled out a porcelain bottle containing rain wine from his arms, and then shook it in front of Old Songhe, saying: “Master, you See what this is?”

　　 Songhe Lao Dao is extremely sensitive to wine. He smelled it as soon as Qingyang took it out. For him, wine is his life, as long as there is wine, nothing is a problem. He happily narrowed his eyes into a slit, and said in surprise: “Wine, this barren mountain, where did you get the wine?”

　　 Qingyang scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: “Um, didn’t I tell you about the wine pool before? I brushed the pool with water in the afternoon, this…”

　　 Songhe Old Road was taken aback, but he didn’t expect that the contents of the porcelain bottle would be from this origin, and said, “That is to say, it is not wine at all, but the water in the pool where you brushed it?”

　　 Qingyang nodded awkwardly, and said, “Yes.”