Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang thought that the master would dislike it, but Master Songhe snatched the porcelain bottle from Qingyang's hand, held it in his arms, and said: "I haven't tasted wine for more than ten days. You don't know that master and I have been holding it back during this time." What's going on, let alone the water used to clean the wine pool, even if it is the water used to clean the toilet, as long as it smells of alcohol, your master and I will taste it. "

Although what Song He said was outrageous, it also showed how greedy Song He was for wine. Qingyang knew that his master was good at wine, so he pretended to be a wine drinker, hoping that the master would give in to him, because the barren mountains and ridges were also This was the only way, but he didn't expect that his master was so good at drinking that he would taste any toilet water.

With the porcelain bottle in his hand, Old Taoist Songhe seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and his appetite came up. He ate a piece of meat in a big mouthful, and then took a careful sip of the rain wine, savoring the good wine, and then he smashed it, smashed his mouth, and shouted One voice: "Good wine, so enjoyable!"

Later, Old Taoist Songhe stopped being polite to Qingyang and started eating meat and wine himself. While drinking, he drank to his heart's content. He didn't have the image of a master at all.

Qingyang has only seen this kind of situation once in ten years. That time it was because Old Master Songhe drank a pot of aged wine that had been collected by others for decades. Unexpectedly, he would see it again today.

Not long after, after finishing a bottle of rain wine, Old Taoist Songhe actually ate most of the roasted hare, completely opposite to his previous lack of appetite.

"The days of wine and meat wouldn't change even for an immortal. It is indeed the fairy wine you said. Even the water used to wash the pond is so delicious. It's so happy. Today is so happy!" After saying this, Old Taoist Songhe tilted his head. He fell to the ground, snoring loudly.

Qingyang was originally planning to drink with his master, but he didn't expect Master Songhe to get drunk so quickly. He shook his head helplessly and had to drink with himself.

After he drank a bottle of wine, he realized why Songhe Lao Dao had such a reaction, because the stamina of the rain wine was so great that even he couldn't control it. Qingyang suppressed his drunkenness, blocked the stone at the entrance of the cave, and then fell to the ground.

Early the next morning, before Qingyang woke up, he was pulled by Master Songhe to sit up. As soon as Qingyang opened his eyes, Master Songhe said urgently: "Disciple, good disciple. "Do you still have the rain wine from yesterday? Do you want Master to get some water to help you wash it?"

Seeing the master's eager look, Qingyang said: "Master, don't be so anxious. There must be some rain wine left, but you can't drink it this way. After drinking it, it will be gone."

Old Taoist Songhe scratched his head and said: "Yes, you really can't waste good things like this. What if you can't drink it in the future? You should really control it and drink no more than one bottle a day."

Then Songhe Old Taoist said again: "Disciple, you don't know, this rain wine not only tastes good, but also seems to have an effect on my strength recovery. When I woke up today, I felt that my strength had recovered by nearly 10%. Now I am surrounded by Activities are no longer affected.”

Qingyang was so drunk yesterday that he didn't have time to taste it carefully. Now that his master mentioned it, he couldn't help but feel the changes in his body. Sure enough, the zhenqi in the body seemed to be purer, but the amount did not increase because of the bottleneck.

But he can feel that this rain wine still has a certain effect on improving his cultivation. It is many times faster than absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world alone. According to this situation, he can drink more than twenty bottles at most. , it is possible to break through the bottleneck in the early to mid-stage of opening the pulse realm.

This is good news, but there is also bad news, that is, there is not a lot of rain wine in the wine pool. There are only less than a hundred bottles in all, and the number of more than 20 bottles must account for at least a quarter. , to be on the safe side, I have to keep at least thirty bottles as backup. After breaking through the current realm, the effect of rain wine on Qingyang will be much smaller. Even if the rest is left to the master, he will not be able to drink it for many days.

But that's how he thought about it. It was a blessing to be able to get such a good thing unexpectedly. If he was so dissatisfied, then he was too greedy.

After that, Qingyang no longer dwelled on the matter, but re-entered the Drunken Immortal Gourd, got a bottle of rain wine for his master, and sat aside, trying to continue practicing.

Although Songhe Laodao's strength has slightly recovered, neither of them is in a hurry to go back. There are only Qingyang master and apprentice in Xipingguan, so they are there wherever they are. Anyway, there is nothing to do when we go back. There are no valuable belongings in the Po Tao Temple, so it is better to stay here for a few more days. Moreover, Qingyang and Old Taoist Songhe both know very well that their days together may be numbered.

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

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, I will go for a walk in the mountains and forests to get some fresh air. His strength has long been restored, but he never mentions going back. He seems to be a little happy and reluctant to leave.

During this period, Qingyang spent most of the day practicing. At night, he was drunk with rain wine and slept in the cave like his master. Gradually, he began to adapt to the life of a monk, and he also gained a deeper understanding and understanding of matters related to cultivating immortals.

One of the most important things is that he broke through the current bottleneck of the early to mid-stage of the Opening of the Pulse Realm and entered the fourth level of the Opening of the Pulse Realm.

Although this is only a small level change, his strength has been greatly improved. Now he is not far behind even the first-class masters in the world. If he meets an opponent like Hu Zhenhua again now, Qingyang felt that he was at least 60% sure of defeating the opponent.

In addition to practicing, Qingyang would take time to walk around the mountains and forests every day to feel the spiritual energy in other places and look for spiritual objects in his imagination. I don’t know if he is too weak, the search range is too small, or the place is not suitable for the growth of spiritual things at all. In one month, he only found three herbs that contained some spiritual energy.

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

However, mosquito legs are also meat. Qingyang was a little discouraged, but he still planted three herbs into the Drunk Immortal Gourd space. If he meets other monks in the future, he can exchange them for something.

Another thing happened during this period, that is, six of the alcoholic bees that Qingyang placed in the small pavilion woke up. Only the queen bee was still as if dead and remained silent.

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