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's the water used to clean the toilet, as long as it smells of alcohol, your master and I will taste it."
Although what Songhe Lao Dao said was outrageous, it also showed how greedy Songhe was for wine. Qingyang knew that the master was good at wine, so he pretended to be a wine drinker and wanted the master to make do with it, 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 dared to taste any toilet water.
With the porcelain bottle in his hand, Taoist Songhe seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and his appetite came back. He ate a piece of meat in a big mouthful, and then carefully took a sip of the rain wine, savoring the good wine, and then he smashed it, smashed his mouth, and shouted
He said: "What a drink, so enjoyable!"
Later, 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 Master Songhe drank a pot of aged wine that others had collected for decades. Unexpectedly, he would see it again today.
Not long after, after finishing a bottle of rain wine, Songhe Lao Tao actually ate most of the roasted hare, completely opposite to his previous lack of appetite.
"The days of wine and meat would not be exchanged for any god. It is indeed the fairy wine you call it. Even the water used to wash the pond is so delicious. It's so happy. Today is really a happy day!" 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 drinking 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 and poured Shan
The stone at the entrance of the cave was blocked, and then he 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 you had 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 at least 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 savor it carefully. Now that his master mentioned it, he couldn't help but feel the changes in his body. Sure enough, the true energy in his body seemed to be purer, but it was just because of the bottleneck.
The quantity has not increased.
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.
, this bottleneck in the early to mid-stage of opening the pulse realm may be broken through.
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, he must keep at least thirty bottles as backup. Once he breaks through the current realm, the effect of Yujiu 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 the strength of Old Taoist Songhe has slightly recovered, neither of them is in a hurry to go back. There are only two Qingyang masters and disciples in Xiping Temple, and they are there. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with going back. There is nothing valuable in Po Tao Temple.
It is better to stay here for a few more days, and 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 carefree 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, he 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 became more interested in cultivating immortals.
I also have a deeper understanding and deeper understanding of things in this regard.
One of the most important things is that he broke through the current bottleneck of the early to mid-stage of the open pulse realm and entered the fourth level of the open 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.
After practicing, Qingyang would take time to wander around the mountains and forests every day, feel the spiritual energy in other places, and look for the spiritual objects in his imagination. I don't know if it is because he is too weak, the search range is too small, or it is here.
It is not suitable for the growth of spiritual things at all. Within a month, only three herbs containing some spiritual energy were found.
These three herbs can only be regarded as semi-spiritual herbs. They are not even close to the level of spiritual herbs. They are even worse than what they got in the abandoned garden in Midi last time. Qingyang doesn’t understand very well.
But it can also be seen that the spiritual power content in these spiritual herbs is 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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