There is no age in the cave.

Before you know it, it's five years.

The Moon Ring Sword Forbidden was as unattended as ever, and no monk had ever visited it all year round, and naturally no one knew about a young monk in the depths of the earth.

Late that night, on the foundation of the remnant hall of the Sword Forbidden Center, a layer of moon halo suddenly appeared, shaped like a square door, appearing and disappearing, and the trace disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But the moonlight had already shone through the square door and into the space underground.

The environment was lit up.

The swarm of beetle insects, which had been silent in the dark, broke through the earth and flew to the vicinity of the square gate, gathering in the beams of light that came down from the door, greedily enjoying the moonlight.

The little book demon was also mixed in with the swarm, but instead of following the large group to find the light source, it carried a wine jar and walked like a fly, heading straight for the overturned golden wine cellar.

The mouth of the cylinder was installed with a stone door five years ago, and the little book demon stuck to the door, holding one hand, 'Bang!Bang!', and kept shouting and smashing.

After smashing for a while, he didn't see the door open, and he began to hit his head again.

At this time, the stone door cracked a crack in the door, and the little book demon climbed into it with a bucket.

It was familiar with the cave in the door, and knew that there were four secret rooms here, one was a wine refining room where wine vessels were placed, one was inhabited by a small golden snake, and there was a black miasma, which opened a pool of blood, and in the pool was a gloomy ghost.

It was not interested in these three rooms, and at a glance it saw the practice room where Ding Xing was retreating, and when he saw the door wide open, he jumped and ran in.

When it reached the stone bed where Ding Xing was meditating, he lifted the wine jar and let the altar hang upside down in front of Ding Xing, which was a gesture: 'There is no more wine!

Ding Xing couldn't hide his smile, this little demon was estimated to be hungry to death, and then flicked his cuffs, and neatly placed more than a dozen small wine jars on the ground, which were filled with 'pearls full of spring'.

Seeing this, the little book demon shouted, danced happily, squatted on his buttocks, picked up a wine jar, first took a sip of it, then wiped his mouth with his arm, raised his head and laughed, and then continued to drink.

It tastes good to drink.

Actually, Ding Xing didn't want to drive the little book demon to the outside of the cave, but it was really dishonest, and it couldn't calm down at all, it was not like the little golden snake, it could be quietly soaked in the wine jar for a few years, and if it was locked in the cave, it would be like thunder for half a month at most.

So Ding Xing simply threw it outside the cave, and then threw it a batch of spirit wine, so that it could go freely.

But it drinks without moderation, Ding Xing gives it a few months of alcohol at a time, it often drinks it in advance, once there is no wine, it runs to the spirit cellar and hits the door, every time it has to smash the door, and then Ding Xing teaches it a few times, it has to rein.

Ding Xing has been in retreat for five years, and it remembers a habit of Ding Xing, every year, the moon paper door has to hang high in the sky once, and at this time, Ding Xing will inevitably go out of the customs, and leave the moon ring ban, and take it to find the ghost bamboo girl to exchange treasures.

It saw the moon paper door appear just now, and knew that it was time for Ding Xing to go out again, so he brought the wine jar to beg for wine.

Ding Xing let it drink to himself, got up and got out of the stone bed.

Go out and turn right and walk to the wine refining room.

He has been staying in the cave mansion for all these years to cultivate, and the seven altars of golden dew liquid have long been drunk by him, and this batch of spiritual wine has helped him improve the two-layer basic exercises, and his cultivation has reached the tenth level of the qi cultivation period.

In recent years, Ding Xing has never drunk alcohol, and only relies on the full spiritual energy in the spirit cellar to cultivate, but unfortunately the progress is slow, he has been cultivating for almost two years, and he has only made the mana of the tenth layer reach the peak, and he has never broken through the eleventh layer.

If he didn't have the assistance of spirit wine, he would have been able to practice for ten years, and he might be able to refine to the perfection of the Qi cultivation period, and if he cultivated for another ten years, and with the assistance of the golden dew liquid, he might barely rush to the Xuantian stage.

A mediocre cultivator like him is between the ages of forty and sixty years old, which is the normal age of an advanced Xuan Fetus.

Of the five Xuanti monks of Jinlu Winery, except for the new owner Wu Siyun, who built a Xuanti at the age of thirty, the rest of them only had a Xuanti cultivation at the age of half a hundred.

As soon as he thought of the advanced Xuanti, he would be able to set foot on the real road of immortality and prolong his life, Ding Xing's heart was hot, and since he settled in Jinlu Winery, he listened to the villagers chanting such extravagant words as 'longevity', 'eternal life', and 'longevity' all day long.

But what it is like to live a long life, and what it feels like to live forever, the monks in the Qi cultivation period don't know, after all, their life limit is the same as that of mortals, and only by rushing to the Xuan Fetal Stage can they truly experience the wonder of longevity.

For the construction of the Xuan Fetus, Ding Xing is full of expectations.

Calculating the time, the cellaring period of the more than 100 kinds of spirit wine he placed in the refining room should have ended.

When he pushed the door open, the pungent smell of alcohol rushed to his face, and he almost couldn't open his eyes.

After waiting for the smell of alcohol to dissipate for a while, he went inside.

The leaf worm was lying quietly on a stone platform, and there was a wine jar missing from that place, and it was obviously still in the stage of swallowing wine, so Ding Xing did not take it away.

Ding Xing built more than ten long platforms in this room, and the tables were full of wine jars, and the wine materials in the jars were different.

He walked along the long platform, opened the lid of the altar one by one, first browsed the color and quality of the wine, and looked at more than 100 kinds of spirit wine out of the cellar in one go, and he found that all the wine was doped with stamen particles, more or less with some characteristics of porridge wine, but there was no other special appearance of the wine.

Except for the jar of spirit wine made from the 'White Sickle Flower', this is an exception.

This flower is pure white, the flower is sickle-shaped, like a piece of crescent moon, mix it with the eight fruits of golden dew, the spirit wine refined is shining, and there is a batch of small crescents with a spiritual halo floating in the wine.

The appearance of this jar of 'white sickle wine' was extremely brilliant, and when Ding Xing saw it, he had a great appetite and couldn't help but want to taste it.

He was about to go out to catch a batch of book silverfish, when suddenly he saw the little book demon running over in a gust of wind, standing on his tiptoes, and sniffing the 'white sickle wine' with his nose up.

Ding Xing suddenly felt strange: "There are so many fine wines here, why are you interested in this jar of wine?"

The little bookdemon didn't say anything, and only made a gesture of raising his head to drink.

In principle, Ding Xing will not try the wine with the little book demon, the taste of these wines is too bad, and the little book demon will resist as soon as he drinks it.

But at this moment, the little book demon seems to have a soft spot for 'white sickle wine', maybe it is something that feeds it, and it shouldn't be a problem to try a few sips.

Ding Xing took out a wine glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to the little book demon.

Seeing it pouring into its mouth, the two tentacles in front of its forehead seemed to be replenished by demonic power, and they instantly brightened, and this scene made Ding Xing seem to have an understanding.

Ding Xing couldn't help but think to himself, 'Could it be that this white sickle wine can restore the demonic power of the little demon?'

The little book demon was very greedy, and after drinking a cup and wanting it, Ding Xing didn't give it to it, but let it squat on the ground honestly and wait for the effect of the medicine to pass.

Restoring the demonic power is just Ding Xing's guess, and without a thorough test, Ding Xing will not let it continue to drink.

After waiting for a few hours, the little book demon was always alive and kicking, without the slightest sign of abnormality, Ding Xing gradually felt relieved, so he continued to let it drink.

Ding Xing also poured himself a glass.

There are more than 100 kinds of spirit wine in this wine refining room, and Ding Xing generally has to try it again, since the 'White Sickle Wine' is so special, maybe it is the real 'Eight Fruit Flower Porridge'.

Thinking so, he craned his neck and drank his glass.

The liquor entered the abdomen, forming a cool breath, which first circulated in the inner house, then circulated upwards, and finally gathered in the skull, stagnated for a few breaths, and suddenly collapsed.

"Hey, it's waste wine again. Ding woke up and drank it, feeling that it was similar to when he tasted the laurel wine a few years ago, there was no medicinal power in his body, and the medicinal effect of this spirit wine should have been completely lost.

"Huh?" the little book demon had a different opinion, stared at the demon with wide eyes, stared straight at the top of his head, and stretched out his hand violently: "Ahh

Ding Xing was puzzled by its strange behavior, and thought to himself, what's wrong with my head?

He then touched his hand and found that his hair was snow-white.

He's white-headed in one night? No, he's white-headed in a flash.

His face sank, thinking that the medicinal power had accelerated his aging, but he performed internal vision to check it, and there was no change in his skin, except for the graying of his hair, there was nothing abnormal in the rest of his body.