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"I didn't expect you, a disciple, to be ahead of us at a young age." The old man with a ravine-covered face smiled, like a dead tree shaking its stumps and leaves, which made people shudder.

Liang Yu'an's expression was a little calm, as if in his heart, it was a very common thing for his disciple to become a saint.

"I think I've been teaching for twenty years, but none of my disciples are as glorious as your disciples." The old man continued.

"At least you've got a way out for them, and that's what you want." Liang Yu'an finally spoke, he still remembered that his senior brother used to be said to be full of peach and plum in the world, and the ministers of the first and second grades in the four countries all had his disciples in his position.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want." The old man squinted and smiled, "But I want a disciple who can attain sainthood." ”

"It can't be." Liang Yu'an directly refused, "You are not suitable." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's suitable or not, the most important thing is that I can help him become sainte." The old man glanced at Liang Yu'an lightly, "And you can't do it." ”

The old man continued, "I wonder what it means for a person to be sanctified, and I have long understood this. You should also be clear about what the birth of a saint means to the view of the sea. So today, after she fails to achieve sanctification, you will pass her to my disciple, and I will do my best to let her succeed in her next consecration, so that there will be another saint in Guanhai, and you and I can leave a name for eternity. ”

Liang Yu'an was silent for a long time when he heard this, and seemed to think of something and said, "Even if you can convince me, I'm afraid you won't be able to make my disciple obey." ”

"To be my Fu Hongchen's disciple, if you have half the world to help." The old man looked at the woman in red who was sitting cross-legged in front of the sea monument and fell into a deep sleep, and said, "In the past twenty years, no one will refuse, and she will not be an exception. ”

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"Girl, do you want to have a drink before playing chess, I have a fragrant century-old imperial wine here." The cloth-clothed man smiled slightly, waved his big hand, and a cup of jade appeared in his hand.

"Sir, let me not drink at all." Han Su replied.

The man in cloth rubbed his scattered hair and sighed, "What a pity." But doesn't your husband drink himself? ”

"Drink," Han Shu said, pointing to the flask in the cloth man's hand, "but he doesn't drink like this." ”

"And what wine does he drink?" The man in the cloth asked, his eyes wide.

"I heard that Mr. said that at least he would taste it if it was a 10,000-year-old jade brew." Han Su replied.

Hearing this, the wine that the man in cloth had just drunk squirted out directly, and said angrily, "Your husband must be bragging, I have never heard of 10,000 years of wine." ”

Han Su said unhurriedly, "Take the 10,000-year-old jade brew as an example, it is melted into water with 10,000-year-old ice, plus 10,000 kinds of flower petals kneaded and added to the water, and then specially cultivated grains are added to it, sealed with a secret method to let it ferment for 10,000 years, and it is said that the aroma of the wine will not dissipate for 10,000 years after opening." ”

The man in cloth raised his sleeve and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, looked at the woman in red and said with a smile, "That, does your husband still have 10,000-year-old jade brew?" ”

Han Su raised his plain hand against his slightly pointed chin and pretended to think, "Mr. doesn't seem to have explained." ”

The man in the cloth couldn't help but grab his hair and said in frustration, "I'll just say, there will definitely be no left of this kind of wine." ”

"But my husband once showed me his collection of fine wines, and each one was much better than the so-called 10,000-year-old jade wine."

The cloth-clothed man threw down the wine jug and ran to the woman in red, trying to open his eyes wide and teary eyes, "That, girl, can you discuss something?" ”

The cold eyes immediately bent into a crescent moon, and a faint smile appeared on the lips.

"What, you'd like to try those fine wines?"

Seeing that the woman in red directly guessed her thoughts, the man in cloth did not hide it, and said seriously, "In this world, only fine wine and beautiful women cannot be disappointed." ”

"Pretty Lady in front?" On the side, Ji Kang raised his eyebrows and said.

The man in cloth said with a selfless look, "Of course, the wine is in front." ”

"I've never seen a brazen national player like you." Ji Kang said lightly, "Also, for thousands of years, you are probably the only one who died drunk." ”

The cloth-clothed man coughed and said seriously, "In this way, it is best to only get drunk here, but not die." ”

Han Shu looked at the man in cloth with a premeditated appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Girl, let's do it, if the wine you can bring is really as good as you say, I will take the initiative to admit defeat and let you be sanctified, what do you think?" The man in the cloth smiled.

"Really?" Han Shu narrowed his eyes and asked.

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase." The man in cloth said lightly, "I have always done what I said. ”

"Okay." Han Shu nodded slightly, and then the figure disappeared into the white space.

The three people on the side couldn't help but be furious, "Jin Shiming, you! ”

The cloth-clothed man known as Jin Shiming smiled faintly, "The appearance of you makes me quite frightened. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the so-called "panic" on the face of the man in cloth and said angrily, "What did you do to prove the saint?" ”

The man in cloth raised his head and took a big sip of wine, and said with a smile, "It's just to become that lofty existence, what else?" What is a saint compared to wine? ”

"You!"

The middle-aged man wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted by the old man next to him with his eyes.

The old man walked up to the cloth-clothed man and said, "Even if the saint is nothing to you, it is like a candle flame in the darkness to the beings outside, guiding them forward. ”

The cloth-clothed man smiled faintly, a little distracted, "That's just the surface, even a saint may one day become a tool for others to pretend to guide sentient beings." ”

The middle-aged man was furious when he heard this, "Who dares to be so disrespectful to the saint. ”

"What, do you want to know?" The man in the cloth squinted and smiled.

Ji Kang seemed to have a premonition of something, looked at the man in cloth and asked, "What does it have to do with you?" ”

The cloth-clothed man picked up the flask and took another big sip of hot liquor, and said lightly, "Speaking of which, I should be the first person to be promoted to the position of a saint by others since ancient times, yes, as you think, I am not a saint myself, but a force." ”

As soon as he said a few words seriously, the man in cloth blinked his eyes again and smiled, "Otherwise, with my temperament, how could I be willing to be pressed on my head by a so-called saint title, and I can't do anything, let alone wine and beauty." ”

It's just that the expressions of the three people in front of him are still serious, and the man in cloth doesn't dare to continue joking, so he takes a sip and then says:

"By the way, the person who forced me to prove the saint used to be my teacher, and now he is the dean of Guanhai Academy."

"His name is Fu Hongchen."