Qingyang thought that the master would dislike it, who knew that Songhe Lao Dao snatched the porcelain bottle in Qingyang's hand, held it in his arms, and said: "I don't know the taste of wine for more than ten days, you don't know what the master and I have been holding back during this time, don't say that this is the water of the wine pool, even if it is the water of the toilet, as long as there is the smell of wine, you master and I dare to taste it." ”

Although Songhe Lao Dao said outrageously, it also shows how far Songhe is gluttonous, Qingyang knows that the master is good wine, so he loaded the rain wine over, and wants the master to take a look, because the barren mountains and mountains, there is only this way, but he didn't expect the master's good wine to such an extent, and he dared to taste the water that washes the toilet.

With the porcelain bottle in his hand, Songhe Lao Dao seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and his appetite came, he ate a piece of meat in a big gulp, and then carefully took a sip of rain wine, and tasted the good wine. ”

Then Songhe Lao Dao was not polite to Qingyang, and ate a mouthful of meat and wine by himself, and while drinking, he was also addicted, and he had no image of a master.

Qingyang has only seen this situation once in ten years, and that time was because Songhe Lao Dao drank a pot of old wine that others had treasured for decades, and he didn't expect to see it again today.

It didn't take long for a bottle of rain wine to be drunk, and Songhe Lao Dao actually ate most of the roasted hare, which was diametrically opposed to the previous loss of appetite.

"On the days when there is wine and meat, I don't change it for a fairy, it is worthy of the fairy wine you said, even the water in the pool is so delicious, happy, today is really happy!" After speaking, the old Songhe head crooked, and he fell to the ground, snoring like thunder.

Qingyang was going to drink with his master, but he didn't expect Songhe Lao Dao to get drunk so quickly, he shook his head helplessly, so he had to drink with himself.

After a bottle of wine was served, he knew why Songhe Lao Dao was that kind of reflection, because the stamina of this rain wine was too great, and even he couldn't control it a little. Qingyang endured his drunkenness, blocked the stone at the entrance of the cave, and then fell to the ground.

Early the next morning, Qingyang hadn't woken up yet, he was pulled up by Songhe Laodao to sit up, as soon as Qingyang opened his eyes, Songhe Laodao said with an urgent face: "Apprentice, good apprentice, do you still have that kind of rain wine yesterday?" Do you want Master to get some water to help you brush it? ”

Looking at Master's eager appearance, Qingyang said: "Master, don't be so anxious, there must still be rain wine, but you can't drink it this way, there will be no more after drinking." ”

Songhe scratched his head and said, "Yes, good things really can't be wasted so much, what if you can't drink them in the future?" It should indeed be controlled and drink at most one bottle a day. ”

Then Songhe Lao Dao said: "Don't you know, this rain wine not only tastes good, but also seems to have an effect on my strength recovery, when I woke up today, I feel that my strength has recovered nearly one percent, and now my activities around it are no longer affected." ”

Yesterday, Qingyang was drunk fast, and he didn't have time to savor it, but now when he heard the master mention it, he couldn't help but feel the changes in his body. Sure enough, the true qi in the body seemed to be a little purer, but because of the constraints of the bottleneck, the quantity did not increase.

But he could feel that this rain wine still had a certain effect on his cultivation improvement, and it was many times faster than absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world by himself, according to this situation, he drank more than twenty bottles at most, and it was possible to break through the bottleneck of this early to mid-stage opening realm.

This is good news, but there is also bad news, that is, there are not many rain wines in the wine pool, and there are only less than 100 bottles in all of them, and the number of more than 20 bottles accounts for at least a quarter of them, so for the sake of insurance, I have to keep at least 30 bottles for backup. When he breaks through the current realm, the effect of rain wine on Qingyang will be much smaller, and even if the rest is left to the master, he won't be able to drink it for many days.

But that's what he thinks, it's already a blessing to be able to get this kind of good thing unexpectedly, and if he is not satisfied, then he is a little too greedy.

After that, Qingyang didn't dwell on this matter anymore, but re-entered the Drunken Immortal Hu, took a bottle of rain wine for the master, and sat on the side, trying to continue cultivating.

Although the strength of Songhe Lao Dao has recovered slightly, neither of them is in a hurry to go back, Xipingguan has a total of two Qingyang masters and apprentices, and they are there. Anyway, it's okay to go back, there are no valuable belongings in the broken Taoist temple, it is better to stay here for a few more days, and Qingyang and Songhe Lao Dao are very clear that their days together are probably numbered.

Unconsciously, a month has passed, during this time, Songhe Lao Dao lived a very leisurely life, drinking wine and eating meat every day, drinking until his eyes were blurred, and sleeping until he woke up naturally.

Occasionally, when the interest comes, I will go to the mountains and forests to take a look and breathe. His strength has long since recovered, but he never mentions going back, and he seems to be a little happy.

And Qingyang was in this time, most of the time during the day was cultivating, and at night, he was drunk and lying in the cave to sleep like the master. Gradually, he began to adapt to the life of a monk, and he also had a deeper understanding and more understanding of things related to cultivating immortals.

One of the most important things was that he had broken through the bottleneck of the current early to mid-stage Open Pulse Realm and entered the fourth layer of the Open Pulse Realm.

Although this is only a small level of change, but his strength has been greatly improved, now even compared to the first-class masters on the rivers and lakes, if he is allowed to meet an opponent like Hu Zhenhua now, Qingyang feels that he is at least sixty percent sure of defeating the other party.

In addition to cultivating, Qingyang would also take time to go around the mountains and forests every day to feel the aura of other places, and by the way, look for the spiritual objects in his imagination. I don't know if it's because his strength is too poor, the search range is too small, or if this place is not suitable for the growth of spiritual creatures at all, but in a month, he found three herbs with a little spiritual energy.

These three herbs can only be regarded as half-spirit grass, and they are not up to the level of spirit grass, and they are even worse than what they got in the abandoned garden of Midi last time. Qingyang didn't understand it very well, but he could also see that the spiritual power content in these spirit grasses was even inferior to his bottle of rain wine.

However, mosquito legs are also meat, Qingyang was a little discouraged, but he still planted three herbs in the space of the drunken immortal gourd, and if he met other monks in the future, he could change something somewhat.

In the meantime, there was another incident, that is, Qingyang put six alcoholic bees in the small pavilion woke up, and only the queen bee was still dead, and there was no movement.

~~~~~~ this week's Xianxia classification is strongly recommended, and one more chapter will be added at noon today and tomorrow!