Looking at the wine gourd handed over by the master, Zhang Bufan subconsciously reached out and caught it.

But after taking it, Zhang Bufan was a little difficult.

Because, he's never drunk before...? ...

In his previous life, he was still a minor, and Zhang Bufan has always been clean, not only is he not close to women, but he also does not drink alcohol......

At this time, does he drink or not drink the master's wine?

Zhang Bufan also noticed that when the master handed him the wine gourd, the faces of the newly arranged recruits showed a strong look of envy on their faces.

Obviously, the wine in this wine gourd is a rare good thing for you.

And the reason why the master asked if he would like to have a drink should be because of the difficulties made by the three outer door elders before, and the master also made amends to himself after punishing the three outer gate elders.

And the master also kept looking at Zhang Bufan, and the old scalper under the master also looked at Zhang Bufan, and the old scalper looked a little dissatisfied, as if he was blaming Zhang Bufan for grinding and chirping.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bufan simply turned his heart sideways, closed his eyes, and directly opened the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem!"

The liquor roared, and the spicy spicy went straight to all of Zhang Bufan's body organs, choking him violently.

But in the next moment, this liquor turned into a majestic sword qi in Zhang Bufan's body, rushing straight into his limbs and hundreds of remains, like a wild horse on the loose, running wild in his body.

The raging sword qi brought unspeakable suffering, and at the same time, under the influence of alcohol, Zhang Bufan felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure, only to feel that there seemed to be turbidity in his chest swept away.

Zhang Bufan took a sip of wine, his face was hot, he was drunk, although there was sword qi in his body, if he was placed in an ordinary person, if he drank the master's wine, he would inevitably be injured by the sword qi, and if he drank a sip, it was already the limit of ordinary people.

But Zhang Bufan had already cultivated his sword qi, and he had his own sword qi to protect his body, and the sword qi transformed by these spirits would not only not cause harm in his body, but would be like a fish in water, and the sword qi in his body would grow stronger.

Originally, the sword qi in Zhang Bufan's body was just like a faint firefly, but after drinking a sip of the master's wine, it made the sword qi increase to the thickness of his thumb.

Zhang Bufan was holding the wine gourd, his alcohol was very poor, and he borrowed wine to strengthen his courage when he was dizzy, and the liquor became more and more sweet and mellow under the nourishment of the sword qi.

Zhang Bufan's move simply shocked the jaws of the newly replaced recruits elders.

Others didn't know what the wine of the Master's wine gourd was, but they knew very well that the contents were not something that ordinary people could drink, let alone ordinary people.

The young man in front of him, dare to drink so much, he is not afraid of being burst?

At the same time, these people also licked their lips, and their eyes were full of longing as they looked at the master's wine gourd.

Even the old scalper of the master, seeing Zhang Bufan so "massive", a pair of bull's eyes showed a different look of appreciation from just now.

Zhang Bufan went down in one breath, and he didn't know how much wine he had drunk.

This cyan gourd looks ordinary, but there seems to be a bottomless pit in it, and the wine in it is endless, as if it can never be drunk.

After Zhang Bufan drank bitterly, he reluctantly returned the wine gourd to the master.

The master took the wine gourd painfully, thinking in his heart that he would never be able to let this kid drink his own wine easily in the future.

A drop of wine in this gourd cost countless genius treasures, and Zhang Bufan's posture was really excessive.

But at the same time, the master also showed appreciation for Zhang Bufan.

The master shook the wine gourd, feeling the amount of wine left in it, laughing, Zhang Bufan's purple qi was surging, and he was taken into another Qiankun space.

The Master's space is white, and there is no boundary between heaven and earth, and because there is no boundary, it seems that there is no boundary.

The master raised his hand, and a small red clay stove appeared in the vast white world, two of them

Chair.

"Sit. ”

This is the voice of the Master.

Zhang Bufan sat on the chair, feeling the warmth from the fire, only to realize that this white Qiankun world was covered by a layer of snow.

The master placed the green gourd directly on the small stove, and the flame baked the gourd, and the wine inside slowly warmed up, giving out bursts of aroma.

Smelling the wine, Zhang Bufan was even more drunk.

"Master, what are you doing here?" Zhang Bufan asked the master drunkly.

The master replied with a smile: "Cook wine, talk about swords." ”

"The wine is here, master, where is your sword?" Zhang Bufan took out the hidden sword behind his back and put it on the stove, not worrying that the flames in the furnace would scorch the wooden sword.

The master smiled again, pointed to the left side of his chest, and replied, "The sword is in my heart." ”

Zhang Bufan was puzzled, and looked at the master with a puzzled expression.

The wine temperature was just right at this time, so the master picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of it, and asked, "What kind of sword are you cultivating?"

While the master asked Zhang Bufan, he also handed him the wine gourd.

Zhang Bufan took a sip of warm wine and began to think about the master's question.

What kind of sword did he build?

Zhang Bufan had never thought about this question before.

There is an answer to why he cultivates swords, and there is no other reason than because he loves swords.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, he loves the sword itself, and he also loves the freedom of the sword world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bufan had the answer in his heart.

"The sword I cultivate is the sword of freedom. ”

The master's face was still churning with purple gas, so Zhang Bufan couldn't see it, and the master smiled when he heard him say the word freedom.

"Free ......"

"Everyone wants to be free, but how many people can really have it?"

Zhang Bufan pointed to his heart and said: "Freedom is here, as long as there is freedom in my heart, then I will have freedom." ”

The Master laughed.

"You and I are fellow believers, hahahaha......"

"Like-minded?"

"Wine gall is sword gall, you already have sword gall, will the sword heart be far away?" the master laughed, and raised his hand to nod Zhang Bufan before he saw it.

Zhang Bufan felt a purple qi integrated into his luck, and in this moment of sobriety, he didn't realize what the master's purple qi meant.

However, he felt that the master had no ill will towards him, so Zhang Bufan did not resist.

The two pushed the cups and changed the glasses, not knowing how much wine they drank, until Zhang Bufan was completely broken.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Bufan woke up, only felt a headache, opened his eyes, and returned to the real world.