Qixun felt that she was being robbed, but she could not resist.

Is this because her dear Great Sage brother has been robbing others before, and now his retribution is on his own sister?

What a sin!

With my heart filled with laughter and a smile on my face, I honestly took out the one-year-old "aged" monkey wine brewed by my second brother and offered it respectfully.

"Senior, this is brewed by my elder brother. It only lasts for one year. Although the taste is not good, it is still drinkable. I have some mortal spirits. Although it has no spiritual energy, it is considered aged. In the mortal world,

It can be regarded as the best wine, if the senior doesn’t dislike it, the junior can offer two bottles.”

The drunken Hou laughed: "Whether you have spiritual energy or not, it doesn't matter. Good wine is the most important thing. Little Douding, bring it."

Qi Xun gritted his teeth secretly, what a little Doudin! She has a slender figure, heroic features, and a cool temperament, why is she a little Doudin?

Fortunately, there are Wuliangye and Maotai stored in her previous life in her space. These two national wines are not her fault, they are definitely the best wines.

I took out some of it before and gave it to my beautiful lady who loves wine, but now I don’t have much left.

Qixun happily took out a bottle each of Moutai and Wuliangye.

The drunk Hou had already opened the monkey wine brewed by Brother Monkey and took a sip, and immediately praised: "Good wine!"

Qi Xun presented two bottles of aged white wine and said with a smile: "The wine I just tasted the night before is called Monkey Wine. It is said that it originated from the wine-making skills of the Monkey Demon clan and is regarded as the best wine in the world.

It’s a pity that this wine is only one year old, so the taste is a bit worse after all.”

After hearing this, the drunken Hou felt quite regretful: "It's a pity that I opened the bottle. Do you still have the little diced beans? If you give me another jar, I will treasure it and wait for hundreds of years before drinking it again! But, since it is the thing of the demon clan

, how did your brother acquire the art of brewing wine?"

Qixun nodded heartbrokenly. He had given away a lot of old turtles before.

She couldn't bear to part with any of the stock she had here.

As for how her second brother obtained the brewing process of Houer Wine, haha, I’m sorry, this is a long story, and I won’t tell you!

Qi Xun honestly took out a jar and presented it to him.

Drunken Hou took it, put it directly into the storage ring, and laughed: "Monkey Wine, Drunken Hou, this wine is destined to be with me."

Then he pointed to the other two bottles of wine that Qixun gave her before: "Is this mortal wine really as good as you said? This bottle is really strange."

When Qixun took it out, the outer packaging box had already been removed.

Because it is in a glass bottle, it is strange to say it when you are drunk.

"It is rare to use glass to store wine. Glass is precious in the world, so if you use it to hold wine, the wine will be extraordinary. Such a clear and refreshing wine soup is really rare. I believe you, this wine is the best in the world.

!Let me try it.”

After opening the bottle cap, the mellow aroma overflowed, and he took a sip of Maotai into his throat. The drunk Hou shouted: "It's so good! It lives up to the name of the best! Xiao Douding, I will give you these jars of wine. I...

.”

Qixun looked at him expectantly and thought to himself, let's see what benefits you, senior, can give me! Humph, the Great Sage's sister, am I the one who is short of money?

Unexpectedly, when the drunken Hou said this, he stopped, looked at Qixun for four or five seconds, and then said: "You use a knife? Knife repair?"

I have only heard of sword cultivators, but not sword cultivators. However, mortal knights are known as swordsmen.

But, yes, Qixun's love for the sword comes from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, when it comes to the path of spiritual cultivation, she may be considered a talisman cultivator.

Although it was related to the way he walked, Qixun didn't feel the need to be restricted by this way.

"I just like to use swords. I don't know if I can be considered a swordsman."

The drunken prince nodded: "For us ascetics, it is enough if you like it. You can use a set of sword skills you have learned, and I will show you."

Qixun saw that this senior was holding a sword in one hand even when he was talking to her. He had kept his hands close to each other before, and his heart moved: "Senior, is he a sword cultivator?"

Mentioning the sword, Drunken Hou said solemnly: "Yes, sword repairman. If the sword is a gentleman's weapon, then the sword is the tyrant in the weapon. The world has two names for me, one is Drunken Hou, and the other is One-Sword Hou. Jiu

The only two loves in my life are swords, but I love swords, and I love wine even more. Well, first, show me how you practice with your sword."

Qixun nodded and raised the sword. The moment he raised the sword, his whole aura changed.

The drunken Hou nodded secretly.

What Qi Xun uses is the Hu family's sword technique modified by Brother Monkey, coupled with the Feiyun Step, each move has the flying dragon's flowing clouds and the domineering aura of a swordsman.

After Qixun sheathed his sword, Drunken Hou nodded: "Yes, at such a young age, not only can he unleash his sword energy, but he also has a formidable sword intent. Such a genius! Do you really have no masters?"

Qixun nodded: "Please give me some advice, senior."

The drunken Hou thought to himself that it would be better if he didn't have a master. I happen to be short of a disciple, and this little Douding would be a good one.

If you don't have this natural beauty, you are not worthy of a master like me.

However, he did not comment too much on Qixun's sword skills. He only said: "This set of sword skills of yours can be seen to be created by an expert. There is nothing wrong with your sword skills. Even if it is not heaven-level, it should at least be earth-level."

Super swordsmanship. However, there is something wrong with you as a sword wielder. You are not aggressive enough, your killing intent is not strong enough, your moves are not ruthless enough, in a word, you are too soft. Just take a look at how I use the sword."

Qixun frowned.

She always felt that her sword practice was quite good.

At least on that trip to the capital, I was able to fight the enemy in actual combat, leapfrog the enemy's ranks, and win the battle. I won the battle and kill the enemy.

Over this period of time, her sword skills have also improved.

But in the eyes of this senior, is it so unbearable?

In fact, she was overthinking this.

The drunken Hou had reached the Martial Master realm and was famous for his swordsmanship. Qi Xun's sword was naturally full of flaws in his eyes.

But in fact, according to what he said, at such an age, it is already a long time ago to be able to practice the sword spirit. To practice the sword spirit, he can really be regarded as an unborn genius.

Fortunately, Qixun didn't worry too much about this.

The seniors were experts in using knives, so it was natural for them to think that she was not good at it.

She only watched the drunken man take out the knife seriously.

Just one move had already made her addicted.

The awe-inspiring sword intent, the strong murderous aura, and the aura that dominated thousands of armies came with awe, overwhelming her and almost suffocating her.

But she tried hard to hold up her back, even though she was sweating profusely, she still did not succumb to the sword's intention. At the same time, she also stared at the drunken man's sword style in front of her, not wanting to blink.

At this time, the drunken prince has no trace of the unrestrained and unrestrained behavior he had when he was drinking before. He is like an iron-blooded general among thousands of troops, like a domineering emperor who dominates the world. People can't help but admire him.

It wasn't until he was drunk that he sheathed his knife and his whole aura subsided, returning to his carefree and unrestrained look.

"Can you see it clearly? How about it?"

The drunken Hou held a knife in one hand and picked up Maotai in the other and took a sip. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Qixun and asked.
Chapter completed!