Lin Yanli was nabbed by Liu Ying and Liu Li, and finally left an IOU and walked away.
Without him, it's just because there aren't many spiritual stones in my pocket.
Although Mutian City is large, there are not many places for Lin Yanli to spend spiritual stones, and there are not many spiritual stones in the storage bag. It is really impossible to take out more than 600 spiritual stones.
Taking the Shenxing Boat to the city head, Lin Yanli carried drinks to the old place to meet Lin Qingxuan, and found that Bai Qing was also there.
The two sat facing each other, a white-haired old man and a fair-looking young man, staring at each other quietly with big eyes and small eyes.
Lin Yanli walked in slowly and realized that the two of them were having a sword debate about their moods.
Sword Immortal Bai Qing is at his peak, his state of mind is like a surging river rushing to the sea, unstoppable.
For the old swordsman Lin Qingxuan, the lake in his heart is as calm as water, just like the vast ocean. Calm winds and calm waves can stir up turbulent waves in an instant.
Bai Qing, who is known as the Immortal of Poetry and Swordsman, is still a little younger after all. Although he has the momentum to overcome his superiors, he was eventually swallowed by the ocean and had to exit with regret.
"I lost." Bai Qing exhaled a breath, pushed his palms, and made a gesture of admitting defeat.
Lin Qingxuan was sitting on a worn-out futon, his face looking the same as usual. He saw Lin Yanli standing at the stairs at the entrance of the city with a wine jar, and waved to Lin Yanli.
Lin Yanli held the wine jar to her chest and moved forward bit by bit. She lowered her head and glanced at the wine gourd hanging on Bai Qing's waist, and then looked away.
It was this wine gourd that cost her ten large tanks of Drunk Painting Fairy's wine.
Bai Qing stood up from the futon, asked for a mat from Lin Qingxuan's hand, and lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, watching the wild geese in the sky returning north.
Lin Yanli sat down on the futon, put down the wine jar, and heard Bai Qing call out: "Why didn't you bring Drunk Painting Fairy here? Quanlin wine is not strong enough."
Lin Yanli said angrily: "Drunken Painting Immortal is more expensive than Quanlin wine."
Bai Qing curled his lips, "As far as I know, the Zuihuaxian produced by the Thousand Demons Sect only sells for sixty spiritual stones in Rouge Country, which is only ten spiritual stones more expensive than Quanlin Wine. The little girl is quite evil-minded."
"Wrong, it's twenty spiritual stones." Lin Yanli patted the wine jar, "If I were really evil-hearted, I should sell it for one hundred and fifty spiritual stones."
Bai Qing was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hands. His slender fingers gently picked up the fragrance of wine and sniffed it into his nose. "After drinking that drunken painting fairy, I have no taste in drinking other drinks."
Lin Yanli opened the clay sculpture seal of the wine jar and asked for three small bowls from Lin Qingxuan. He poured down one bowl and pushed it in front of Lin Qingxuan. He raised his eyebrows at Bai Qing and said, "It doesn't taste good, so I won't drink it."
Bar."
Bai Qing waved his hand, and a wisp of sword energy condensed on his fingertips popped out, and he gently knocked on the wine jar in Lin Yanli's arms, "Give it to me, fill it up!"
"Hmph..." Lin Yanli hummed, pulled the small bowl in front of Bai Qing, poured a full bowl, and then poured half a bowl for herself.
Bai Qing picked up the wine bowl, drank a little of the wine in the bowl, shook it slightly from side to side, looked at the sloshing wine in the bowl and played with the taste: "Hey, today, Xiao Yanli also wants to have a taste of the wine? Don't give me half a try.
If you drink a bowl, you will be too drunk to get off the tower."
Lin Yanli raised the wine bowl high, signaling Bai Qing to drink first. Bai Qing smiled, looked up at the sky, and then tilted the wine bowl in his hand upwards.
Suddenly, the wine fell into his mouth like a pillar, and some of the fish that slipped through the net slid down his cheeks to the floor, splashing into fine water droplets, reflecting the misty light under the red sun.
Lin Yanli's eyes widened when she saw it, and she quickly lowered her head and took a sip.
As soon as this small sip of wine entered his stomach, a burning sensation spread throughout his body, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.
She had tested her ability to drink before. She couldn't drink strong liquor like Zuihuaxian, and she would get drunk after just one sip.
You can drink about half a bowl of Quanlin wine. If you drink any more, you will fall unconscious.
"Sword cultivators should drink. How can you be a good sword cultivator if you don't drink?" Bai Qing put the bowl down and raised his fingers to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, "The wine is not strong enough. Next time, I will bring you a drunken painting fairy. That one will drink to your heart's content."
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Lin Qingxuan was not picky about drinks at all. He drank a bowl of wine, smacked his tongue, squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Yanli in front of him and said, "Which wall did you come here to copy the words on?"
Lin Yanli spread his hands and said, "I've almost finished transcribing it. I came here to ask for advice on swordsmanship."
"Yeah!" Lin Qingxuan looked a little surprised.
Previously, Lin Yanli was stubborn and refused to listen to him at all. It is a good thing that he can change his mind now.
Lin Yanli, who has Tai'a Sword, will be better at swordsmanship than him in the future under his careful instruction.
It’s not a little higher, it’s a lot higher!
Lin Yanli smacked her lips, and when the smell of wine in her mouth dissipated, she took another sip. She put the wine bowl down, patted her cheeks with her hands, and said with a smile: "Sword Immortal Bai Qing, can I ask you for advice?
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"Huh?" Lin Qingxuan looked even more surprised.
Lin Yanli fiddled with the hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "Bai Qing Sword Immortal is very popular. She is handsome, has great swordsmanship, and can write poems. The female monks in the city are very fascinated by Bai Qing Sword Immortal."
, are you willing to teach me swordsmanship?"
"I don't want to." Bai Qing pushed the wine bowl in front of Lin Yanli and motioned for Lin Yanli to pour the wine.
He smiled and turned his gaze to Lin Qingxuan and said: "Old Sword Immortal, this little girl said in a roundabout way that you are old and ugly!"
Lin Qingxuan's eyes widened and he quickly retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have it."
After pouring a bowl of wine for Bai Qing, Lin Yanli refilled it for Lin Qingxuan, picked up the wine bowl from the ground, touched it lightly with Lin Qingxuan, and said with a little regret: "Since Bai Jianxian doesn't want to teach me,
, I have no choice but to ask Old Sword Immortal Lin for advice!”
Lin Qingxuan laughed dumbly. This girl really has a lot of things on her mind. She brought wine to the city specifically to ask him for advice. As for why she asked Bai Qing first, she just wanted to see if he could
So I jumped in embarrassment.
A girl in her teens has the mind of a few hundred years old.
Naturally, Lin Qingxuan would not argue with Lin Yanli. He raised the wine bowl in his hand and said, "After drinking, come with me to the corner tower over there!"
"Okay!" Lin Yanli held the wine bowl and poured it into his mouth. Although there was not much wine, it still took more than ten breaths.
She stood up from the ground, feeling warm all over.
You can drink alcohol, but not too much. It is not advisable to be drunk like Bai Qing all day long!
Lin Yanli ran to the female wall, picked up a handful of snowflakes from the wall stack, rubbed it on her face, and then followed Lin Qingxuan to the turret in the distance.
Lin Qingxuan stood on the turret with his hands behind his back, looked at the little girl in front of him, and said, "What do you want to ask me?"
"Let me think about it first."
Lin Yanli spread his hands, twisted his neck slightly, stretched his limbs slightly in an extremely awkward movement, and then stood with his hands on his hips, "How to make these scattered sword intentions my own."