Next, the atmosphere in the room became much more harmonious. With Lu, Pan, and Tian in the middle, the situation eased. Lin Qingyan and Zhao Hua were not as embarrassed as before.
After getting in touch, Yang Ji found out that Lu, Pan, and Tian were all well-connected within the six-person sect. The one who had friendship with Zhao Hua was Lu Wu, and the one who had friendship with Lin Qingyan was Pan Chen, who once went down the mountain under Lin Qingyan.
I helped her sometimes.
This was also the reason why Lin Qingyan could bear it and even interceded for the three of them.
When these things were told, not only Yang Ji was surprised, but also Zhao Hua was surprised. Obviously, even he didn't know about this "past event".
Listening to Lu Wu and others talking about the past, even Duan Gang and Senior Sister Lan also "benefited" from it. The two of them squatted in the corner and listened with great interest.
"Elder Brother" and "Elder Sister" have high status, and not everyone knows their anecdotes. If you tell them, it will be something to talk about in the future.
After a while, more fruits were added and wine was poured for the eight people. Lu Wu didn't pay attention at first, but after taking a sip, he was surprised.
"This is... the French wine brewed by the spiritual ape!"
Lu Wu's eyes widened and he looked at Yang Ji across from him in surprise.
His experience is no worse than Lin Qingyan's, and he can taste it in one bite.
"ah!"
The other two people were also surprised when they heard this, and then turned their attention from the conversation to the wine that Yang Ji served them.
"Isn't there a group of ferocious apes on the Ape Mountain? They are extremely powerful and extremely numerous. How could anyone get the French wine there?"
Pan Chen said doubtfully, but after taking a sip, he was suddenly surprised: "It's really French wine!"
"Haha, Junior Brother Yang went to Ape Mountain for some reasons. He got these French wines from the Ape King."
Lin Qingyan smiled and briefly told the story about Yang Ji chasing a spiritual ape because he lost his Blood Qi Sword.
Even Zhao Hua had just learned of these things. His palace was outside Tieguan Mountain, some distance away, and the information was not that well-informed.
I was quite surprised to hear that Yang Ji had been to Yuanshan Mountain.
"Senior Brother Zhao, didn't you ask before why my strength has improved so much?"
Yang Ji grabbed the stone jar, poured himself wine, and said with a smile:
"There happens to be something I want to ask my senior brother. This time I went to Yuanshan. In addition to these things, I also got a jar of blood-red French wine..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard an exclamation.
"Blood brew!——"
Lin Qingyan, Zhao Hua, Lu Wu and others were all moved and looked at Yang Ji in shock.
"Blood brew?"
Yang Ji looked confused, looking at the five people, they all seemed to know.
Or Lin Qingyan explained:
"Blood brew is the best of French wine. It requires special materials and takes a very long time. We have only seen the elders drink it. The elders will not reward these things if they cannot use them themselves."
"Junior Brother Yang, where is the blood brew you mentioned? Can you let us take a look?"
Lu Wu and others said. Even Zhao Hua looked expectant.
"I have used the vat of blood brew to practice and drank it."
Yang Ji said apologetically.
"ah!"
Chapter completed!