Night.

The next night.

Xijiang County, dark forest, dark death cave.

Same location.

The same banquet.

The same people.

It's just that a few days ago, Jiang Yichen was still racking his brains, planning how to gradually make a name for himself in the Netherworld Sect.

Now, he has jumped from a Netherworld Sect member to a Netherworld Sect incense master.

Such a change obviously made it difficult for him to recover from his momentary trance.

Of course, wine plays a great role in this.

On the first day of the feast, Jiang Yichen drank a lot of wine.

It wasn't just three or four years of hard work that he went from being drunk to being drunk to being a thousand glasses.

It's that he can't refuse.

As a son of Jiang Chengzi, even if he is not strong enough to drink, he will not refuse to come.

He couldn't refuse the enthusiasm from Master Flails and Master Suo, let alone save face for the two.

For these two, Jiang Yichen is not lacking in gratitude, and even more ashamed of Suo Ye.

Fortunately, feelings don't necessarily need to be expressed through words, and wine is a good support.

The mermaids shed tears into beads, because they are scarce, and they are precious.

People who are not strong in drinking, every glass of wine is full of affection, and no one may be able to understand it, but when they are drunk and unconscious, no one will understand.

After three glasses of wine, Jiang Yichen's face was flushed and his eyes were confused.

Facts have proved that some people are born to fight with alcoholics, and no matter how hard they try, they can't remedy it.

Three years ago on Xishan Island, Jiang Yichen was willing to fall and get a hangover all day long, but he didn't grow in the amount of alcohol after all.

After barely supporting more than a dozen cups, he finally fell to the ground.

This time it can scare the flail and the lock master, I never thought that Jiang Chengzi couldn't drink it so much.

For the life-saving benefactor, Suo Ye served carefully, and reminded himself that he couldn't let his benefactor drink so much anymore.

Master Suo is a good drinker, and he knows that he is drunk and talking nonsense, so he will be sober after two slaps.

I'm afraid that those who are drunk and silent may just swallow their breath, and most of these people are naturally unsuitable for drinking.

However, fortunately, Jiang Yichen was unconscious after drinking, otherwise if he was drunk and confided in his heart, it would not be over.

"Come on, great benefactor, I salute you, you can watch and drink, and you can drink tea, but don't be like yesterday, I don't care if something goes wrong, I will be happy and sad. Master Suo grinned and smiled happily.

Said to be a cup, but the mouth of the lock master and the flail master is bigger than the bowl, how can you enjoy drinking it cup by cup, after three rounds of wine yesterday, they replaced it with a big bowl, and now, they directly drank it with a big bowl.

"Thank you Master Suo for your understanding, Xiao Jiang is really embarrassed to trouble you. Jiang Yichen shouted from the bottom of his heart that Master Suo was reasonable, the more he looked at these big guys, the more pleasing he became.

"Eh, the benefactor is really polite, the old lock can't speak, and he will punish himself with three cups and three cups. As he spoke, Master Suo poured three bowls into the mouth, Jiang Yichen could only blink and smack his tongue, this person was really refreshing.

When you can't get it, it's always in turmoil.

When you get it, you have no fear.

People's hearts are always dissatisfied, and Jiang Yichen is no exception.

After two cups of tea, he felt bitter on the tip of his tongue, and he regretted that he couldn't get home with his kung fu, and he didn't grope for more Dan prescriptions from the Tianxuan Palace, and only took a dozen or so pieces, which was really too polite.

If he can get more Danfang, with his strength, and then talk about meritorious deeds, he should have the opportunity to be directly promoted to the position of hall master, so that there is a possibility of touching "Yin Feng Gong" early.

According to the ghost's words, this Yin Feng Gong is really beneficial to him, but he doesn't know how difficult it is to practice, more than a month has passed in the current year and a half, and it is still unknown whether the remaining time is enough for him to fully master this exercise, so naturally the sooner he gets in touch with it, the better.

After a thousand thoughts, Jiang Yichen was a little bored, and when he was about to pick up the wine in the cup and calm down his troubled thoughts, he felt that a gaze was shooting towards him.

Looking back, it was the Nightshade who smiled and raised his glass to himself.

Meng Po toasted to the ghost last night, and after saying goodbye, she did not appear tonight, so the night mourner still sat alone at a table, and was treated like a ghost.

Jiang Yichen raised his glass slightly, took a sip, and smiled in return.

In this instant, he completely calmed down, and now in the Death Cave, apart from the ghosts, it was this night that threatened him the most.

Nightshade is a little dull to see, dull people are always good at observing, last night he stopped the almost impulsive action of the lock master is an example.

In Jiang Yichen's opinion, these people seem to be the same kind of people, not simply drinking for the sake of drinking, but tasting the flavors of life in wine.

Night Death is always a sloppy image, but it is full of a free and easy temperament.

Such a person is either hopelessly incompetitive, or he has a state of mind that looks down on the warmth and coldness of the world.

Jiang Yichen has seen two such people so far, one is the sword immortal Li Jiechen, and the other is Shang Que.

One is still at ease in the world, while the other has gone to the next life with his family.

As for the night death, he still doesn't know much about it, but these intuitions have told him that this person should not be underestimated, in the current death hole, after all, the ghost has been away from the rivers and lakes for a long time, and his insight may have deteriorated, and the most important thing he should guard against is the night death.

It's not late yet.

Jiang Yichen replaced the wine with tea, and gave a few cups of the lock master and the flail master.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke ghosts and night deaths, and after calming down, he warned himself not to help the seedlings grow and become fat in one go.

After chatting with Master Suo and Master Flail for a few more words, he began to slowly calculate the next plan in his heart.

When I first arrived, in the eyes of others, I still looked timid, and if it was too ostentatious, it would inevitably make people suspicious.

If you can pretend to be stupid, you can fool others.

Being able to pretend to be stupid and take precautions is indeed a great skill.

After the transformation and rebirth of Xishan Island, Jiang Yichen is gradually growing up in a sinister environment again and again.

The so-called people are not as good as the sky, just as Jiang Yichen poured himself three or two cups of tea again, and made up his mind, in the next few days, when he was low-key, the unexpected thing came closely.

A dark shadow burst out of the crowd and headed straight for the high platform.

The target is undoubtedly a ghost.

During the feast, the entire Death Cave is not without any precautions, and it is essential to take turns to guard the key points in the cave.

The ghost is not a person who can put on a show, and he has already commanded that if something happens, he should report it.

And at this time, the one who can still stand up straight and run in a straight line will never be the one who drinks, but the one who is on duty.

If you are in such a hurry, you must have something important to tell.

The person who came was a little out of breath, obviously the distance from the entrance of the cave to the stone flat was not short, and this person's skills were also average.

But his mouth was not slow at all, and in an instant, he had already told what was going on.

"Here we go again! The female swordsman has come to ask us for that seven-leaf flower!"