Drunken Immortal Gourd

Qing Yang thought Master would be disgusted, who knew Songhe Old Dao snatched the porcelain bottle in Qing Yang’s hand, held it in his arms, and said: “I haven’t known the taste of alcohol for more than ten days. You don’t know that Master I have been suffocated during this time. What’s the matter? Don’t say that this is the water for cleaning the wine pool, even if it is the water for cleaning the toilet, as long as it smells like wine, I dare to taste it, Master.”

Although Songhe’s old way is outrageous, it also shows the extent to which Songhe is greedy for wine. Qingyang knows that Master is good, so he pretends to come over with rain wine. There was only this way, but he didn’t expect that Master’s wine was so good that he would dare to taste any toilet water.

With the porcelain bottle in his hand, Old Songhe seemed to have forgotten all his worries, his appetite came, he ate a piece of meat, and then took a sip of rain wine carefully, aftertaste the good wine, then smash it, scream, scream With a cry: “Good drink, really enjoyable!”

　　 Then Song He Lao Dao didn’t be polite with Qing Yang, and ate himself a bite of meat and wine, drinking and screaming at the same time, without the image of an expert.

　　 Qingyang has only seen this situation once in ten years, and that time was because Songhe Old Road drank a pot of aged wine that others had treasured for decades. I didn’t expect to see it again today.

　　 It didn’t take long for him to finish drinking a bottle of rain wine, and Mr. Songhe actually ate half of the roasted hare, which was the opposite of the previous loss of appetite.

“When there is wine and meat, I don’t change it to a god. It’s what you said. Even the water in the pool is so delicious. It’s great. Today is really great!” After that, Songhe’s old head crooked. He fell to the ground, snoring like thunder.

　　 Qingyang was still going to drink with his master, but he didn’t expect Songhe Old Road to become drunk so quickly, he shook his head helplessly, and had to drink with himself.

　　Wait for a bottle of wine before he knew why Songhe Old Road was that kind of reflection, because the stamina of the rain wine was so great that even he couldn’t control it a bit. Qing Yang suppressed his drunkenness and blocked the stone at the entrance of the cave, and then fell to the ground.

Early the next morning, before Qing Yang was awake, he was pulled by Song He to sit up. As soon as Qing Yang opened his eyes, Song He said urgently: , Do you still have that rain wine yesterday? Do you want Master to get some water to help you brush it?”

　　 Looking at Master’s eagerness, Qing Yang said: “Master, don’t you be so anxious, there must be rain wine, but you can’t drink it this way, and you won’t have it after drinking.”

　　 Songhe Old Road scratched his head and said, “Yes, good things really can’t be so wasted. What if you can’t drink it later? You should really control it and drink at most one bottle a day.”

Then the old Songhe said again: “You don’t know, this rain wine not only tastes good, but also seems to have an effect on the recovery of my strength. When I woke up today, I felt that my strength had recovered nearly 10%. The activity is not affected anymore.”

　　 Qingyang was so drunk yesterday, he didn’t come and savored it carefully. Now when he heard Master mention it, he couldn’t help but feel the changes in his body. Sure enough, the Zhen Qi in the body seemed to be more refined, but because of the bottleneck, the amount did not increase.

But he can feel that this rain wine has a certain effect on improving his cultivation. It is many times faster than relying on himself to absorb aura from the outside world. According to this situation, he can drink at most two dozen bottles. , The bottleneck between the early to mid-stage of the Open Pulse Realm may be broken.

This is good news, but there is also bad news, that is, there are not many rain wines in the wine pool. There are only less than 100 bottles in all, and the number of more than 20 bottles accounts for at least a quarter. , To be on the safe side, I should at least keep 30 bottles for spare. After breaking through the current realm, the effect of Yujiu on Qingyang will be much smaller, and even if the rest is left to the master, he will not be able to drink it for many days.

　　 But that’s what he thinks about. It’s a blessing to be able to get such a good thing by accident. If he is not satisfied, then he is a bit too greedy.

After 　　, Qing Yang didn’t entangle this matter anymore, but re-entered the drunk fairy gourd, took a bottle of rain wine for Master, and sat on the side, trying to continue his cultivation.

　　 Although Songhe Lao Dao’s strength has recovered a bit, neither of them is in a hurry to go back. There are two masters and apprentices in Xipingguan, and they are there wherever they are. There is nothing wrong with going back anyway. There are no valuable possessions in Podao Temple, it is better to stay here for a few more days, and Qingyang and Songhe Lao Dao know very well that they may not have much time together.

　　 Unknowingly, a month has passed. During this period, Songhe Laodao lived a very happy life, drinking and eating meat every day, drinking and drinking until his eyes were blurred, and sleeping until he woke up naturally.

　　Occasionally, I am interested, and I will walk around in the mountains and forests to breathe. His strength has long been restored, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com never mentions going back, it seems a bit reluctant to think about it.

　　 And Qingyang has been cultivating most of the day during this time. At night, he drunk rain wine and slept in the cave like Master. Gradually, he began to adapt to the life of a monk, and he also had a deeper experience and a better understanding of matters related to cultivating immortals.

　　 One of the most important things is that he broke through the bottleneck of the current open pulse realm from the early to mid-stage, and entered the fourth layer of the open pulse realm.

Although this is only a small level change, his strength has been greatly improved. Now he is not much better than the top players in the arena. If he is now allowed to meet an opponent like Hu Zhenhua again, Qing Yang felt that he was at least 60% sure to defeat the opponent.

　　 Apart from cultivating, Qing Yang would take time to take a walk in the mountains and forests every day to feel the aura of other places, and by the way, look for the spiritual creature he imagined. I don’t know if his strength is too poor, the search range is too small, or the place is not suitable for the growth of spiritual creatures. In a month, he found three herbs with a little spiritual energy.

　　 These three herbs can only be regarded as semi-spiritual plants, and they are not up to the level of spiritual plants. They are far worse than what they got in the abandoned garden in Midi last time. Qing Yang didn’t understand it very well, but he could also tell that the spiritual power content in these spirit grasses was not even as good as his bottle of rain wine.

　　 But the legs of mosquitoes are meat. Qing Yang is a little discouraged, but he still planted three herbs in the space of Drunken Gourd. If he encounters other monks in the future, he can change something.

　　 One thing happened during this time, that is, the six alcoholic bees that Qingyang placed in the small pavilion woke up. Only the queen bee was dead, and there was no movement.

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