At night, the moonlight sprinkled the entire silent valley like water, and at this time, under a towering ancient tree in the depths of the stone forest, Ouyang Yingjun sat on a rattan chaise longue, humming an extremely ancient nursery rhyme, at least not included in Li Changan's "Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes".

Li Changan sat cross-legged and practiced on the side, the essence of heaven and earth above his head was dense like a cloud, and the sound of bells constantly rang in his body.

And Yundong and Meng Yi, who were sealed and cultivated, roasted four or five fat elks with blue noses and swollen faces, and they had to be reprimanded by Ouyang Yingjun from time to time.

"Is your head full of demon? That elk has been roasting for almost half an hour, and I don't know how to turn it over, and I asked you to clean its fur, what do you think it is?" Ouyang Yingjun pointed to a piece of fur on the body of one of the elks and scolded.

"I ...... I've never roasted game before......" Meng Yi looked nervous, pursed his lips and said carefully.

"Is it the reason that he has never baked it? You see how well Xiaoyun bakes, Uncle Ben only said it once, and he can remember it firmly and humbly ask for advice! Look at you again, such a big gap, now I know why his strength is stronger than you!"

Ouyang Yingjun pointed to Yundong, who was also grilling elks on the side, and said with a satisfied expression, compared with Meng Yi, the elk roasted by Yundong was several times stronger in color and aroma.

"Gollum~"

Meng Yi heard a sound in his abdomen, staring at the golden barbecue in front of him, swallowing his saliva, he almost spit out the bile a few hours ago, the piece of silk that Ouyang Yingjun stuffed into his mouth, the taste was too chong, even if the smell was still faintly lingering in his mouth now.

"I haven't done much work, but I still want to eat, how can I be like a black pig raised by the human race!" Ouyang Yingjun looked disgusted, and then stretched out his tongue and rolled up the half of the elk leg that had been roasted, and several knife lights flashed quickly, and dozens of pieces of roast meat of the same size and exuding an attractive aroma fell into the rattan plate beside Ouyang Yingjun.

"Whoosh!"

Ouyang Yingjun stretched out his tongue and rolled up a piece of venison and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Hmm~ Tender and chewy! It is worthy of being a elk in the Fahai Realm! Although the roasting heat is lacking, the meat is more delicate!"

Ouyang Yingjun squinted his eyes, and the venison tasted in his mouth.

Meng Yi's eyes were almost straight, and his saliva was flowing, but he held back the hunger in his heart and kept applying various seasonings to the elk's body.

After a few quarters of an hour, several elk were all roasted, Ouyang Yingjun and Li Changan picked the two elks with the best condition, and the rest was eaten by Yundong and Meng Yi.

"Little monk, Uncle Ben has ancient top-grade immortal brew in his bag, do you want to taste it?" Ouyang Yingjun glanced at Li Chang'an, who was slowly devouring venison.

"Naturally!"

Li Changan's eyes lit up, he had read a lot of books since he was a child, and he had long been fascinated by the various scenes depicting eating meat and drinking wine in the book, although the taste of the dragon bird Shearlife wine he drank last time was not mellow, but the burning sensation that went straight to his head in the wine made him a little nostalgic.

"Aren't you a member of Buddhism, how can you drink alcohol and eat meat, and you are not afraid of breaking your vows?" Ouyang Yingjun squinted at Li Chang'an and said.

"The master has not shaved for me, and I have not been ordained, why can't I drink alcohol and eat meat, and the Buddha Vajra can eat flesh and blood. Li Changan said calmly.

"Then your bald head, so smooth, it's not a day or two work!" Ouyang Yingjun glanced at Li Changan's shiny bald head reflecting the moonlight in the moonlight.

Li Changan's face was full of black lines, since the foundation was built, all his hair has faded, and there is no sign of growing again, losing his long hair Ling Ran, handsome as a fairy.

Then Ouyang Yingjun took out a jar of jade bottle carved immortal brew from the Qiankun bag.

"The immortal juice brewed by the saint himself, this is only one jar, it can't be given to you for nothing, it needs to be exchanged for rare things!" Ouyang Yingjun shook the jade bottle in his hand.

"Rare things?" Li Changan took out the storage bag, but found that except for the immortal remnant soldier, he had almost nothing that he could handle, not even a spare.

"Uh...... It turns out that I am so poor!" Li Changan scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Ouyang Yingjun stared at Li Changan for a long time, but saw that he didn't take out a single item.

"The immortal brew brewed by the saint is only this bottle, and it will not wait for it to be outdated!" Ouyang Yingjun shouted.

"Ahem...... Well, can we exchange it for rare things?" said Yundong on the side.

"You ...... Yes, but you can only exchange it for half a cup, because you are already Uncle Ben's captives, and it stands to reason that all items are Uncle Ben's trophies!" Ouyang Yingjun raised his head and squinted at the two of them, "But Uncle Ben is kind-hearted and allows you to exchange rare things for immortal brew!"

The two of them were visibly relieved when they heard this, and then hurriedly pulled into their respective storage bags.

After a while, Meng Yi took out a pill from the storage bag that was tightly wrapped in beeswax, but still exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.

"This is the healing pill that the family rewarded me, the three products and six reincarnation muscle pills!"

"Oh?"

Ouyang Yingjun took the pill, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and then his face was full of disgust, "The medicinal materials are all of the highest grade, but the methods of the alchemists are too rough, and they are forged with a variety of different methods, which reduces the integration and transformation of various medicinal materials in the pills, but it can also be exchanged for half a cup of immortal brew!"

Ouyang Yingjun carefully opened the sealed jade jar, and then a strong fragrance to the extreme fragrance came to his face, and then Ouyang Yingjun took out a jade cup that was only the size of a thumb, poured half a cup, and handed it to Meng Yi.

"This glass...... It's too exquisite!" Meng Yi's face was a little bitter, because there were only a few drops of immortal brew, which was far from what he had imagined.

"The saint brewed it himself, one drop is enough to help you feel a lot!" Ouyang Yingjun squinted and said with disdain.

Then Meng Yi poured a drop of immortal brew into his mouth, and suddenly a heaven and earth momentum slammed into his mind, making his sword momentum break through several layers like an initiation.

"Huh~"

Meng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp sword light erupted, "Sword Momentum Seventh Layer!"

Meng Yi looked overjoyed, and then carefully poured the immortal brew in the jade cup into a bottle of delicate and small cyan gourd carved from chalcedony.

"This chalcedony gourd is good, you can exchange it for a whole cup of immortal brew!" Ouyang Yingjun saw the cyan chalcedony gourd, and his expression moved slightly.

"Really?"

Meng Yi's face was overjoyed, the chalcedony gourd was a thing that his father threw to him to play with when he was a child, and there was nothing special about it, and he didn't expect it to be more valuable than the Sanpinsheng Muscle Pill.

"Then change!"

Meng Yi hurriedly said, for fear that Ouyang Yingjun would regret it.

When Ouyang Yingjun heard this, a glint suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could hardly be hidden, as if he had taken advantage of a big advantage, and Li Changan watched it from the sidelines.

"Good!"

Ouyang Yingjun immediately poured a full cup of immortal brew and handed it to Meng Yi's hand, this kind of immortal brew actually has a lot in its bag, it is just a saint's hand, it only contains a trace of holy power, for a cultivator of the Fahai Realm, a trace of holy power is enough to make him comprehend the general trend of heaven and earth.

"I want to exchange a piece of nameless ore for immortal brew!" Although Yundong on the side had a trace of doubt in his eyes, he still couldn't resist the name of the immortal brewed by the saint himself, and Meng Yi only tasted a drop and broke several layers of sword momentum, which really moved his heart.

"Nameless ore?"

Ouyang Yingjun took a piece of dark ore handed over by Yundong, and then used his majestic spirit to investigate, "Black Iron Meteorite! Ore from outside the territory!

"Extraterritorial ores?"

Yundong looked a little disappointed, he thought that this ore was very big, because he couldn't smelt and damage the ore by all kinds of methods, and it was extremely hard.

"Yes!"

The corners of Ouyang Yingjun's mouth twitched, in fact, it didn't see the origin of this piece of ore, but only felt that its hardness was comparable to that of an immortal blade.

Then Ouyang Yingjun poured the immortal brew into the jade cup and handed it to Yundong.

Yundong carefully put it into the jade jar, put it in a storage bag, and did not drink it.

"Little monk, what do you want to exchange it for?"

Ouyang Yingjun grinned.

"Nature is a very rare thing!"

Li Changan handed the object in his hand to Ouyang Yingjun, and the latter's face suddenly collapsed.