The taste of the thousand fruit brew exceeded Zhang Ling's expectations, he didn't expect that there would be such a sweet spirit wine in this mortal world, when the wine was first imported, the fruity aroma was mixed with a hint of soft wine, and when swallowed, the wine would exude a rich aura that cleansed every meridian of the body, how comfortable it felt to be. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Ling closed his eyes intoxicated and felt the unique taste of this thousand fruit brew, while Song Qingshan looked at Zhang Ling with a smug expression, he knew that no one could resist his spirit wine that had been inherited for hundreds of years, not even immortals.

Soon, Zhang Ling drank the pot of Qianguo Stuff with those delicate side dishes on the table, he looked at Song Qingshan with a little drunkenness and smiled: "Hiccup! No more alcohol! ”

Song Qingshan clapped his palms without saying a word, and immediately a waiter came over with two pots of Qianguo Brew, Zhang Ling took the wine jug and poured the wine glass again and drank it all, and then he smiled with satisfaction: "Song, old man Song, when I leave, you, you must bring me a few bottles of this, this, this wine, burp!" ”

Looking at the drunken and hazy Zhang Ling, Song Qingshan smiled and said continuously: "Okay, don't worry, Shaojun, I will definitely prepare some for Shaojun when I leave." ”

"Hey, enough, enough. Don't worry, Young Master Ben won't take your wine for nothing......" At this time, the wine continued to rise, Zhang Ling only felt that his consciousness began to slowly blur, and another pot of wine went down, and he completely lost consciousness.

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found that he had slept for three whole days, but to his relief, he did not feel the headache after the hangover.

Just when Zhang Ling was sitting on the bed and thinking about what happened that day, there was a crisp knock from the direction of the door, and when he raised his head, he saw Song Qingshan walking up to Zhang Ling with a smile on his face and asked respectfully: "Shaojun, you have slept long enough this night, I am worried that you will die and decay, I don't know if Shaojun can feel any discomfort?" ”

Zhang Ling shook his head, looked at Song Qingshan, who was a little too concerned about him, in confusion, and said, "No! ”

"That's good, that's good. By the way, Shaojun, breakfast has been prepared for you, do you want me to ask someone to bring it in for you? ”

Facing Song Qingshan, who was a little overly enthusiastic, Zhang Ling felt very stunned, what happened after he drank the fragment that day, how could this old man be so enthusiastic.

Just when Zhang Ling was meditating, Song Qingshan answered his question: "Shaojun, this is your storage bag, the heavenly treasures you gave that day are too much, we really can't be ashamed, so I have put those things back together with the ten jars of Thousand Fruit Brew, and ask Shaojun to put them away!" ”

At this time, Zhang Ling immediately remembered what happened later that day, after he drank too much, he took out the heavenly treasures that his father gave him from the storage bag and gave them to Song Qingshan, in exchange for Song Qingshan's Thousand Fruit Brew.

Zhang Ling's actions completely stunned everyone present, they were all dumbfounded when they looked at those unheard of and unseen heavenly and earthly treasures, at that moment Song Qingshan and the others finally knew what it meant to be wealthy, he still knew one or two things in this pile of things, because he had gone to great lengths to get one of the materials for blindly refining pills before he could get a small piece from the Qingliu ancestors through Wen Liang, and Zhang Ling took out hundreds of times better than his one.

However, Song Qingshan was not greedy for these things, after all, he had been cultivating for hundreds of years, and he still had this bit of self-control, and he knew that compared to these things, the owner of these things was much more important.

He re-put away these materials in the greedy and envious eyes of everyone, and instructed his disciples to take ten jars of Thousand Fruit Brew and put them together in the storage bag, put them away closely, and when Zhang Ling woke up, he would come and return them.

Zhang Ling scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Hehe, I really drank too much that day." ”

"Where is it, Shaojun is massive, massive!" Song Qingshan's praise made Zhang Ling feel even more ashamed, so he opened the storage bag and picked up a few materials, along with the bag of spirit stones that were snatched by Lan Daoxing that day, and stuffed them into Song Qingshan's hand and said, "Please accept these things, and treat them as the wine money I bought the wine." ”

Song Qingshan looked at those high-grade treasures and the heavy bag of spirit stones and hurriedly excused himself: "This is absolutely unacceptable, those wines are not worth these things at all, please take it back from Shaojun!" ”

"Hold, I have a lot of these things." Zhang Ling couldn't help but stuff those things into Song Qingshan's hands

This time Song Qingshan didn't shirk it, he thought for a moment and then called a disciple who was waiting outside the door to whisper a few words in his ear, and the disciple hurriedly walked out, and after a while, the disciple walked in again with a sandalwood tray.

Zhang Ling looked at the warm and white wrench in the tray and asked puzzledly, "This is ......?"

Song Qingshan picked up the wrench and handed it to Zhang Ling and said: "Shaojun, this thing is a token of my Qingliu Sword Academy, and anyone who holds this thing can be dispatched by my Qingliu disciples. ”

Zhang Ling did not take the wrench, although he knew the power represented by this wrench, but he also knew that while enjoying power, he also had to fulfill his obligations, and he always had a strange feeling, that is, the old man in front of him was digging a pit for him, a big pit.

Under the influence of this intuition, Zhang Ling pushed back the wrench handed over by Song Qingshan, and said with a smile: "Master Song, you are too exalted to me, I am now a low-level cultivator, and it is really difficult to take on this great responsibility, so please find another talent!" ”

After speaking, he stood up and picked up the little wolf cub who had been lying beside him and said, "I have been disturbing Master Song here for a long time, and I still have some mundane affairs, so I will leave first!" ”

Song Qingshan saw that Zhang Ling was leaving, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to stay, but Zhang Ling's attitude was very resolute, so Song Qingshan did not stay strongly, but exchanged contact information with Zhang Ling and personally took the elders in the door to send Zhang Ling to the villa where he got off at that time.

After Zhang Ling's car drove away from everyone's sight, Liu Ting walked to Song Qingshan's side and whispered, "Senior Brother in charge, did this kid notice something?" ”

Song Qingshan rubbed the wrench on his thumb and said lightly: "Probably not, but you have to remember that you can't offend this son no matter what, you have to hold him as close as possible, this person is a powerful character who can pass through the world, and it depends on him whether this catastrophe can survive!" ”

Liu Ting nodded, and Song Qingshan glanced at him and ordered: "Also, gather all the Qingliu disciples and be sure to find out the details of those people!" ”

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