With Ah Da joining, the monks were embarrassed to snatch the spirit stone in front of a half-demon, and they all began to regain their appearance as a powerful monk. However, Ah Da didn't know those monks at all, and he didn't think how great those monks were, and he didn't even look at the faces and appearances of those monks.

So they just put out a high-ranking shelf, but it's a pity that Ah Da won't see it carefully.

Lan Zhanzhou has always followed the monks of the Thousand Thousand Sects. He was originally a taciturn character, and he stayed in the Thousand Thousand Sect for a long time, but he didn't see any changes.

However, Nuomi still felt that he seemed to be a little different from before. At least he had just gone outside and competed with those monks for the spirit stone primordial stones. If it was before, not to mention the scramble, with those monks standing in the same place, Lan Zhanzhou would find a way to avoid it.

At this time, the crowd calmed down, and the monks who were jokingly snatching the spirit stone rough stone also sat on the side, and Lan Zhanzhou did not mix in the crowd anymore, but ran to the edge of the spirit stone vein that had been exploded, poking his head out and not knowing what he was looking at.

Nuomi didn't go too far to influence Lan Zhanzhou.

Among this group of people, the only acquaintance she didn't see was repentance.

In fact, she had wanted to ask several times, but she couldn't find the right time, so she dragged it off.

Moreover, the inquiry was not really interesting, and the answer was nothing more than two - either they were separated or they fell into the netherworld.

Either "answer" is obviously impossible to make people happy. Sometimes, she even thinks that she may not be like that and she can't find the opportunity to speak, but she simply doesn't want to hear the bad news, so she will let herself miss the opportunity again and again.

In any case, they have now found a place to stay, even if only temporarily.

With Ah Da in front of him, he began to eat barbecue, and soon other monks joined in.

They are different from glutinous rice, although they have Linggu on their bodies after all. But where is the endless ethereal space of glutinous rice so vast.

No one knew how long they would stay in the Netherworld, so when they ate Spirit Valley every day, they were just full, not to mention some kind of barbecue like beast meat.

Now they have returned to the human realm. Naturally, there is no need for such restrained consumption. Almost all the monks fell into a madness that night, eating mouthfuls of barbecued meat, holding the spirit wine made from glutinous rice in their hands, and laughing and giggling.

Ah Da sat on the side, tearing the barbecue in his hand, his ears didn't move, and he didn't know if he found any similar sound. Even beside him, there were already two empty wine gourd bottles. Although he could not see the smell of alcohol on his face, if you looked closely, you could still find the area around his originally dark eyes. It had been stained with an unusual blood, and it was clear that the wine had done its job on him.

Many of the monks were singing and dancing and were very merry.

This kind of excitement is based on the human realm and those monks who have fallen from the Netherworld, and Nuomi laughed with them for a while. The temperature on the love xù soon dropped.

She looked left and right, and saw that the pillar was sitting at a distance from the campfire, and that there were several monks around her, so she hesitated for a moment, and followed her.

Before she could get close to the place, she saw the monks carrying spiritual wine, as if they were toasting to the pillar.

"Brother Pillar. Where are you a monk? ”

The pillar was very honest, and when he heard someone ask him a question, he answered honestly, "Ten Thousand Swords Sect." ”

It has been many years since the fall of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and it is not a particularly famous sect, so say it at this time. The few monks around the pillar all looked at each other, obviously none of them had heard of the name of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Naturally, they didn't want to say directly that they hadn't heard of it, their faces flushed with alcohol, smiled vaguely, and said two words of "long admiration". Even if it's to pass the conversation away.

Seeing that the pillar did not react in any way, the monks looked at each other again, as if they were matching the colors.

Several people hesitated for a moment, and finally a monk who didn't speak before asked, "Brother Zhuzi, is he a pure body cultivator?" Before, I once knew a body cultivator who would not only refine his body, but also minor in the cultivation of blades. That body cultivator cultivated a plum huā dart, which was very rare. ”

Even Nuomi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and felt very strange.

She is also a person who has traveled to many places, and she has seen a lot of jade slips, but she has never seen a physical cultivator do this.

In addition to their own spiritual root talents, there are also many acquired things that restrict physical cultivation. It's like a physical cultivation that comes out of an ordinary sect, if there is no special way to earn spirit stones, then he is just eating a mouthful of food in the sect. Like Ling Daishuang that Nuomi met before, she was a casual cultivator outside, and she was even able to cultivate a physical cultivation of a not low level, which can be said to be one in ten thousand.

Nuo Mi felt that Ling Daishuang's ability to cultivate to that level had nothing to do with the medical cultivation called Tie Wuya beside him. If these two people hadn't been taking care of each other all the time, Ling Daishuang might just be just like ordinary physical cultivation, just looking for a job at random, working hard to support herself, where would she have any cultivation thoughts.

The pillar listened to the monk's words, and there was a little yearning in his eyes. However, he didn't show anything to the monks around him, just shook his head silently and said, "I'm a pure body cultivator. ”

The monks next to him didn't know what to ask for a while, so they picked up the spirit wine jug and poured wine into the pillar.

Seeing their appearance, Nuomi couldn't help but smile secretly.

Although she didn't know what the purpose of the monks was, she looked like she was trying to get the pillar drunk. But they really underestimated the pillar too much.

They don't touch the spirit wine much on weekdays, and when it comes to the amount of wine, the pillar has been following the glutinous rice and has obtained the Divine Beast Blood Pill to transform the body, which must be much more powerful than ordinary monks.

If it weren't for the situation today, they would never have been able to come into contact with so much spiritual wine.

No matter how much glutinous rice is brewed boringly, there is no chance for them to drink these spirit wines as ordinary ordinary wines. For monks, spiritual wine is like medicinal wine, and if you drink it for a long time, it will be very beneficial, and you will be willing to drink it so wastefully.

But now it's different.

After nine deaths, they finally returned to the human realm and finally landed their feet on the ground. They no longer had to guard against the endless darkness or face the goblin creatures they couldn't handle. For those of them who had finally survived, such a relaxation was too necessary.

As they sipped, they spat out the questions they had come up with.

The pillar answered very seriously each time.

Not to mention glutinous rice, even the monks gradually discovered that the seriousness and honesty of the pillar did not seem to be so stupid. When they asked some questions, in addition to wanting to test the identity of some pillars, it seemed that they were still asking about Nuomi, the deputy head of the sect.

To say that glutinous rice is a popular one in the Qianren Sect, how many male cultivators look at her from behind, just like those disciples of Yuximen before, there will definitely be a trace of strange thoughts occasionally flashing in their hearts. It is naturally impossible to say how serious they are about this relationship, but they always felt that it was a female cultivator who belonged to everyone in the sect before, and suddenly there was a close Cunzài by their side, and they naturally felt uncomfortable.

At this time, the person who came over to ask about the wine, although he also felt that the pillar was really good at catching Ah Da before, and I was more afraid that he was a little playful, and wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge on this guy who took the position of the deputy head of the sect.

But the monks didn't know why, and they wanted to drink with the pillar, and after a while, they all rolled to the ground.

Zhuzi looked at the monks who were drunk and staring, spinning around on the ground with empty gourds, and didn't know what they were humming in their mouths, they couldn't help but shake their heads, sat alone on the side, straightened their backs and drank slowly.

When he drank, he was different from the other monks.

The monks still drank these spiritual wines as if they were wine, but the glutinous rice looked at the way the pillar poured wine into his mouth, as if he was drinking water, and poured it directly into his throat.

The other monks became more and more confused the more they drank, but the eyes of the pillar grew brighter and brighter the more they drank. By now, his eyes were as bright as two tiny stars.

He looked down at the disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sects, shook his head slowly, put down the wine gourd in his hand, and then grabbed the clothes of the monks on the ground in his hands. He carried them all the way to the campfire, threw them to the ground, and then quietly returned to the darkness to drink.

The monk next to the bonfire was already a little drunk, and his eyes were hazy as he looked at the pillar, although some chaotic minds also felt that the pillar was so powerful, but he couldn't react, and even looked at the pillar with a crooked gaze. A few who could react were giggling and shouting a few words at the pillar with their big tongues.

Only those guys like Lou Qianzhong's sword cultivator Tong Lan Zhanzhou, because no one dared to pour their wine, barely sat up straight on the side, and were able to glance in the direction of the pillar.

Glutinous rice waited until this time before she walked to the pillar and sat down, holding her chin and looking in the direction of the campfire.

Neither of them spoke, just sat quietly.

After drinking the wine in the pillar's hand, he took out another pot of glutinous rice and put it aside.

ps:=w=、Thank you Monsoon for feeling sorry for the author.,Monsoon~

Although the group ushered in the magical storage zài yesterday, the group is still cute every day~! (To put it bluntly, it's a daily routine of talking to and complaining to each other with good friends every day.)