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Wu Xidao never thought that Hu Zhibin would come to such a hand, and he wanted to slap him to death, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, so he has to continue.

Suppressing the killing intent in his heart, Wu Xi Daoren returned to smiling again, "Okay, 10,000 is 10,000, pour wine!"

Hu Zhibin smiled and took a new wine glass, poured a glass of wine himself, and handed it to Wu Xi Daoren, just as Wu Xi Daoist reached out to take it, Hu Zhibin took it back.

Hu Zhibin said with hesitation on his face, and said with some unease: "Young master, you better give me the spirit stone first, in case you don't give it to me, and I don't have your cultivation as high, but what should I do, my family depends on me, if I ......." ”

Daoist Wu Xi was almost angry, his outstretched hand paused in the air, listening to Hu Zhibin's nagging in his ears, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

He withdrew his hand and said to the steward, "Give him the spirit stone!" There was a cold chill in his tone, which made the steward tremble.

The steward hurriedly took out a Qiankun bag from his body and threw it to Hu Zhibin, "Here are ten thousand spirit stones, for you!"

Stretching out his hand to catch it, Hu Zhibin's divine sense penetrated into it and swept it, and a full 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones were neatly placed inside.

Hu Zhibin hurriedly took the Qiankun bag into his arms, looking like he was afraid that others would worry about him, and said to Wu Xidaoren: "You please, you please!"

Wu Xi Daoren glanced at him with disdain, waved his hand to put the wine glass into his hand, put it in his nose and smelled it, a light and long aroma of wine rushed straight to his brain, which made him feel excited, and he was full of anticipation for the wine in the cup, and was waiting to drink it, "Wait!"

Wu Xi Daoren almost crushed the wine glass in his hand, and the killing intent in his heart instantly surged, and the cultivation in the middle stage of the Yudan suddenly exploded, crushing Hu Zhibin.

Hu Zhibin exclaimed in surprise, and his body retreated backwards, "Oops, it's a killing, Drunken Immortal Building is going to kill someone......!"

Wu Xidao felt his blood surging, so he spit out a mouthful of blood, isn't it just to scare you, as for yelling? Sheng Sheng stopped the urge to kill, and restrained the momentum on his body, "Boy, no one killed you, hurry up and say why don't you let me drink?"

Hu Zhibin looked at Wu Xidaoren cautiously, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you want to kill me?"

"What am I going to do if I kill you, hurry up and answer my question!"

Hu Zhibin patted his chest and walked back to his original position, "I thought I had accepted 10,000 spirit stones from you, and I was reluctant to kill me, oops! I was scared to death, it's not good, it's not good......!"

Daoist Wu Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up, why did you stop me from drinking this wine?" His patience had reached the limit, for fear that he would not be able to resist attacking him.

Hu Zhibin said calmly: "It's not that I won't let you drink, I just want to tell you how to drink, if I don't stop you, you drink like this, you can't experience the benefits of this wine, and then you will resent me and want to kill me, isn't it that I am unlucky, so I will stop you, I want to make it clear to you, how to drink, you can experience the benefits of this wine......

Hu Zhibin was like an old lady who kept talking there, Wu Xidao's face became darker and darker, and just when he couldn't help but kill someone, Hu Zhibin said a word, "Okay, you drink!"

......

Daoist Wu Xi was stunned for a moment, what did he say just now, how to drink, he didn't listen to a word of what he said, so he patronized and got angry, how to drink, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Hu Zhili and the others almost laughed when they looked at him, but they didn't expect Hu Zhibin to be so funny, and he forced a monk to be at a loss.

The Guan Dian next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and his divine sense said: "Young Master, don't use cultivation, drink it in one gulp." ”

Daoist Wu Xi glanced at Hu Zhibin, and saw that Hu Zhibin seemed to be looking at himself like an idiot, his face suddenly turned purple, and his hatred for Hu Zhibin reached the extreme.

staring at the wine glass in front of him, as if swallowing Hu Zhibin alive, he poured the wine into his mouth fiercely.

The color on Daoist Wu Xi's face turned red instantly, if he hadn't known in advance that he couldn't use cultivation, he would have already used his mana to suppress this scorching heat.

After a while, Daoist Wu Xi slowly stretched his brows, his eyes were firmly fixed on Hu Zhibin, as if he wanted to see him through, and said sincerely, "Good wine!"

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned around and left Hu Zhibin's room, and everyone in the room also left.

When there was no one in the room, Ho Chi Minh spoke: "Second brother, what does he mean by this, this is the end, a glass of wine for 10,000 spirit stones, he is willing?"

Hu Zhibin laughed: "Why do you care so much about him, come! Drink wine and eat meat!"

There was a few people in the room talking and laughing, and as for the others, they didn't need to worry at all.

The steward walked out of Hu Zhibin's room and hurriedly caught up with Daoist Wu Xi, "Young master, that's it, give him 10,000 spirit stones for nothing, and the wine ......?"

If this is the case, the steward will even have the heart to die, originally wanted the young master to take down a few people and get the secret recipe for winemaking, but he didn't expect to give 10,000 spirit stones to others for nothing, which made him embarrassed.

Daoist Wu Xi waved his hand to stop the steward's inquiry, took him out of the Drunken Immortal Tower, asked the guards guarding the door to go back, and flew towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion was in the center of Qingyuan City, not far from here, and the two of them returned to the mansion in a blink of an eye, and entered the place where Daoist Wuxi usually retreated.

After sitting down, Daoist Wu Xi looked at the steward and asked, "Zhaohu, what do you think of these people?"

The steward's name is Wu Zhaohu, a direct disciple of the Wu family, because he has a good set of business, so he let him run the Drunken Immortal Building, and when he heard Wu Xi's inquiry, he couldn't help but think about today's events carefully.

After thinking about it, Wu Zhaohu found that today's incident was quite strange, not to mention what the result was, it was very abnormal for a few monks in the foundation building period to dare to treat the monks like this.

What's more, Daoist Wu Xi is still the son of the city lord and the son of the Yuanying monk, how can he be so deceitful? But the various performances of several people show that they are not afraid at all.

Although Hu Zhibin showed a frightened look during the period, it seemed to be more ...... Yes, Wu Zhaohu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the Zhuji monk teased a Jiedan monk, which he didn't dare to imagine.

Which Zhuji would dare to treat the monk like this, and not be slapped to death by a slap in the face?But these people just did it, either idiots or ...... Rely on!

Daoist Wu Xi looked at him and asked, "What, have you figured it out?"

Wu Zhaohu nodded, and said in disbelief: "Young master, are they really pretending to be pigs and eating tigers?" Or do they mean to do this and deceive the young master!"

Daoist Wu Xi showed a faint smile and said confidently: "No matter what way it is, in the face of absolute strength, everything is illusory, and it will eventually disappear." ”

"Okay, you go back, if they have any requirements, you will try to meet them, and I will send someone to keep an eye on them!"

Wu Zhaohu nodded, knowing that the young master had his own plans, he left the City Lord's Mansion and rushed back to the Drunken Immortal Tower, as if nothing had happened.

There was only one person left in the room, Daoist Wu Xi, and the momentum of his whole body exploded, and his face showed a terrifying hideousness, "Damn it, I will definitely refine your soul, and you will never be able to live forever, dare to tease this seat like this, ...... die!"

After Wu Xidao left, Hu Zhibin and the others ate and drank happily, not worried about offending him at all.

Hou San is very entangled and worried, he has been in Qingyuan City for a long time, so he naturally knows what kind of person Wu Xi is, and the people who offend him have never ended well.

He looked at Hu Zhibin and the others who were not worried at all, and couldn't help but feel anxious, there was still the thought of eating, and he sat there frowning.

Hu Zhibin glanced at him, put down the wine glass in his hand and stared at him and asked, "Hou San, why do you want to cultivate immortals?"

Hou San's expression moved, his face showed a trace of bitterness, he looked at Hu Zhibin and said: "At the beginning, the cultivation of immortals only thought that they could get ahead and live a leisurely life, but since they have cultivated, they have only known the cruelty of the cultivation realm, and now they just want to improve their cultivation as soon as possible and not be bullied." ”

Hu Zhibin asked again: "Then do you regret it now? Regret that you shouldn't have cultivated in the first place, wouldn't it be better to be a mortal for a lifetime!"

Hou San thought about it carefully and said: "I don't regret it, although my cultivation is difficult, I have never wanted to give up, let me live a life of inaction and chaos, I can't do it, and I don't want to!"

Hu Zhibin then asked, "Then what are you worried about, what are you afraid of?"

Hou San was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm worried that Daoist Wuxi will find trouble with us, and I'm afraid that I will be killed by him!"

"Then do you still want to cultivate?"

"Of course you've cultivated, why don't you cultivate?"

"Then what else do you cultivate, can worrying and being scared make you feel better?" Hu Zhibin suddenly shouted, his voice mixed with divine sense, like a thunderbolt rushing straight into Hou San's mind.

Hou San felt that a god-like voice suddenly appeared in his mind, constantly echoing, constantly questioning him, "What are you cultivating, what are you cultivating......!"

Hou San's eyes were closed, and the expression on his face kept changing, sometimes hideous and sometimes timid, as if he was experiencing something, and lost all perception of the outside world.

After Hu Zhibin finished speaking, he stopped talking, and sat there drinking by himself, "Brother, he'll be fine, right?" Hu Zhili asked worriedly.

Hu Zhibin stared at Hou San's changes and said: "Then it depends on his creation, he has a bright future, but he can't survive ......!"

The rest of Hu Zhibin didn't say much, his cultivation is all on his own, on his own persistence, on a firm Dao heart, others only give external guidance, as for whether he can break it, it depends on his understanding.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like a moment, Hou San felt that he had experienced a terrible catastrophe, and Hu Zhibin's questioning of him made him fall into his own demons, and he almost fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

At the last moment, he finally walked out with a firm heart of cultivation, and he was able to break through his own demons, and his Dao heart became more firm and mellow, and his state of mind also reached a state of perfection.

Slowly opening his closed eyes, he felt that the world around him became flexible, and there was a faint feeling of wanting to communicate with the gate of heaven.

Hou San sensed everything, and found that Hu Zhibin was looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly got up and bowed to Hu Zhibin, "Thank you for your advice!"

Hu Zhibin smiled and said, "Get up, don't kneel down at every turn, I don't like this." ”

Hou San didn't get up, raised his head, looked at Hu Zhibin with a pair of firm eyes and said: "Ask Shangxian to accept me as an apprentice, Hou San swears to follow Shangxian for life, and hope that Shangxian will be fulfilled!"

Hu Zhibin did not refuse, he looked at Hou San and said: "If you can complete the things I explained, I can consider letting you follow me to guide you to cultivate, but I will not accept you as an apprentice, you can choose for yourself." ”

Hou San was not disappointed when he heard Hu Zhibin's answer, he knew that his cultivation qualifications were average, and he had benefited a lot from being able to get guidance by chance, and he didn't dare to expect more.

stood up and said to Hu Zhibin: "Please go to the immortals!"

Hu Zhibin is actually optimistic about Hou San, otherwise he wouldn't have used the Taoist supernatural power to 'ask' to wake him up, but it is impossible for him to accept a random person as an apprentice, not to mention that he has no intention of accepting an apprentice, he just wants to improve his cultivation as soon as possible and find his master.

"All the way east, if you can reach the edge of the Land of the Dead and join me in two months, I'll let you follow me. Hu Zhibin said what he wanted.

Hou San suddenly looked frightened, he didn't expect Hu Zhibin to let him go to a forbidden place, you must know that it is a place where there is no entry and no exit, and how many people have been buried there because of this, and it has become a veritable place of death.

Not to mention that there are countless dangerous places to pass through along the way, can a mortal monk get there alive by himself? Hou San couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Hu Zhibin did not rush him, quietly waiting for his choice.

After a while, Hou San raised his head and looked at Hu Zhibin, his face was full of perseverance and said, "Okay, I'll go!"