Drunk Immortal Gourd

Master Song He is a maniacal drinker. If he knew that he had found this kind of wine, he would not know how happy he would be. Alas, it's a pity that the things are good, but they have to be handed over to a few immortal masters outside. The master can only taste them in this secret place, but it is impossible to keep them and enjoy them.

Qingyang felt severe pain in his chest when he thought that all the good things he had found were cheaper than those immortal masters outside. He had tried so hard but could not get anything, and those immortal masters outside It's so unfair to be able to sit back and enjoy the results after doing nothing.

No, you must leave some for Master, and you must not let those people get advantage in vain. No one is paying attention to this wine gourd. I'll fill the master with a pot first. The spirit plate won't be able to detect it anyway. As for the rest, it's better to leave it here first.

Qingyang untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, tied it with a thin rope, slowly placed it at the bottom of the wine pool, and then poured wine into the gourd while shaking it from side to side. After a long time, Qingyang felt that the gourd was almost full, so he pulled the gourd up with the rope.

Qingyang brought the gourd to his eyes and looked at it, but saw nothing. Was it not full? He tipped the gourd crookedly, but not a drop of wine came out. This is so strange. It has been so long. Didn't you drink even a drop of wine for such a long time?

In desperation, Qingyang put the gourd down again, and then pulled the string on it to fill the gourd with wine. Worried that this time it would be like last time, Qingyang deliberately drank for a while. After nearly a quarter of an hour, he lifted the wine gourd up again.

When I shook it with my hand, I didn't hear the sound of the wine hitting the wall. After weighing it, I found that the weight of the gourd had not increased. When I turned the gourd upside down, not a drop of wine was poured out. Qingyang was a little confused. Did he pour the wine in the wrong way, or could the wine not go in at all?

He lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the wine pool, but found that the wine inside seemed to be a little less. It turned out that the fairy wine that was more than three inches high was only about one inch high. In other words, it took him a while to pour the wine. , the fairy wine inside was missing by more than half.

But there's nothing in the gourd? Where has all this fairy wine gone? Will it disappear out of thin air? This shouldn't be the case. The mouse must have chewed out the hole a long time ago. If the wine had disappeared out of thin air, the wine inside would have been gone long ago and would not have remained until now.

If the wine inside didn't disappear out of thin air, where would it go? Could it be that it was poured into a gourd? Qingyang couldn't help but think of the origin of the wine gourd in his hand. Master said that this is the token of the leader of Xipingguan. It has been passed down for many generations. The origin seems to be very extraordinary, but no one has ever figured out what is extraordinary. Could it be that this Is that what makes him extraordinary?

If it were before, Qingyang would definitely not believe such an outrageous thing, but now that he has experienced a series of things and seen many magical methods of immortal masters, he feels that it is not impossible. Maybe the wine gourd is magical. The point is here.

Anyway, I can’t figure out the principle, so why not put the wine gourd down again and try to see what changes will happen in the end. So Qingyang placed the gourd at the bottom of the wine pool for the third time, then pulled the rope and stood beside it, quietly looking at the bottom of the wine pool.

Perhaps it was because there was not much wine in the wine pool, and slight changes were obvious. As soon as Qingyang lowered the wine gourd to the bottom, he 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 could obviously not reach the mouth of the gourd, but things were so magical. The fairy wine at the bottom of the pool seemed to be absorbed by a dragon and flowed towards the mouth of the gourd.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qingyang finally confirmed that the wine in the wine pool was indeed collected by the wine gourd, and the wine gourd was really a treasure. As for where the wine was received and what kind of treasure the gourd was, he still couldn't figure it out with his current ability.

In just a dozen breaths, the wine at the bottom of the pool was reduced by more than half, and soon the depth was less than half an inch. Then the wine gourd absorbed the fairy wine at the bottom of the pool even faster. After just a few breaths more By the time, the wine pool had bottomed out, revealing the ground at the bottom of the pool.

The immortal wine was poured into the wine gourd. Qingyang was about to pull the wine gourd up. Suddenly, there was a shaking in the ground, as if an earthquake had occurred. Before Qingyang could figure out what was going on, a bright light flashed. After that, his body fell downwards without any warning.

Could it be that there is some kind of trap buried here, and it was accidentally triggered by myself? This is going to cost me my life. My strength cannot compare with my master. If I fall into a trap, I may die immediately. Even if I can survive by chance, will I be able to escape from the trap?

Faced with danger, he had to save himself. Qingyang quickly used the lightening skills taught by his master. At the same time, he waved his arm upwards and hooked the other end of the string on a stone slab not far away, hoping to slow down a little. The speed of fall.

It's a pity that the stone slab was not strong. He only loosened it a little bit and fell down immediately. That means the stone slab was a little far away from him, otherwise he would have hit his head directly.

Qingyang's light body kung fu is incomparable to that of Songhe Lao Dao, and it happened so suddenly that it didn't have much effect after being used. However, the trap below didn't seem to be deep. He quickly touched the ground and only heard a splash. There was a loud noise, and Qingyang was knocked upside down.

It took a long time for Qingyang to regain his breath. He checked up and down and found that he only suffered some skin injuries, but nothing else serious. Then he pulled the rope in his hand, and the wine gourd was tied end-to-end to the string.

God bless me, I finally managed to save my life and nothing was lost. Qingyang stood up and patted the dirt on his body. Only then was he in the mood to observe the surrounding situation.

He was still in the main hall at this time, still standing in the same position as before, but now he was at the bottom of a large pit. The place where he was standing 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 place has been dug away, leaving only a large pit in its original position.

Because Qingyang was standing next to the wine pool when the accident happened, after the wine pool and the land under his feet disappeared, he was stepping on the void. There was nothing to rely on under his feet, and he was not a god flying in the clouds, so he fell directly into the big pit.

The wine pond and pavilion can disappear out of thin air. This should be the magic of moving mountains and filling seas in the legends of gods, right? I never thought I could see it with my own eyes, it’s so amazing. However, thinking about all the magic that subverted previous perceptions along the way, it seemed that the disappearance of the wine pond and pavilion was not something incomprehensible, and Qingyang soon felt relieved.