The official road station, shining at noon.

In the distance, a teenager appeared at the end of the official road. Under him was a small donkey, with his eyes closed, lying flat and leaning back, his center of gravity unsupported, and completely out of balance. But strangely, the handsome boy just didn't fall off the donkey, as if his back was not leaning against the air, but against the mattress, firm and comfortable.

His face was covered by a hat, and his face was not visible, but it was difficult to hide his handsome figure.

The temperament of a teenager should be elegant and comfortable, which is completely inconsistent with that of a donkey. This person and donkey are tied together, which is really weird.

There is no doubt, of course this young man is the priest.

Si Dao rides a thousand paper cranes, travels thousands of miles a day, and swims above the clouds. The thousand paper cranes seem to be in touch with the mind of the priest, and they can fly completely according to their minds, and they can be fully mastered without learning. He walked through dense forests, through vast fields, and then saw the land of fireworks.

It's just that the thousand paper cranes are really eye-catching. Wherever they went, passers-by looked up and saw it, and they knelt down to worship.

Inevitably disturbing the people, Si Dao found a remote mountain foot and landed. Who would have thought that as soon as he landed, he encountered two passing thieves. The donkey was taken from the two thieves.

He wandered around with the donkey, aimlessly, and slowly. When he came across a post station, he stayed for a rest. It is worth mentioning that in the past two days, although he has eaten less fireworks, he has not felt hungry and tired. It seems that his body is very little dependent on food.

For the abnormality of the body, Si Dao is not surprised. Anyway, the flight of the imperial sword has already appeared, and it is natural that the cultivation of immortals and valleys should be cultivated.

In the past two days, there has only been one thing that Si Dao has really thought about - should he complete the "trial mission"?

He understood, of course, that once a plague broke out, the casualties it caused were unimaginable. If he doesn't go, the local people will surely be killed and injured. But what if he goes?

How could he break the plague?

In addition, the road is long, and he goes alone, how should he face the dangers along the way?

If this is a world of cultivation, then, at the same time as the Righteous Sect exists, is there any evil thing?

His mind is calm, but that doesn't mean he's blind to danger. The flying sword boy was obviously not optimistic about Si Dao, and there must be some reason for this.

"If you come, you will be safe!" Si Dao muttered, and at the same time took off his hat.

He tied the donkey to his side, and then went into the inn, and asked for a few side dishes, and a pot of good wine.

He was dressed in white, with a delicate appearance and an extraordinary temperament. Seeing this, the little two hurriedly woke up from their sleep, greeted each other respectfully, cleaned the dust of the tables and chairs, and did not dare to neglect one or two.

It seems that the station has not received guests for more than a dozen hours. This little two never thought that a guest would come here.

In fact, this inn is indeed deserted enough, and there are no other guests except the priest. It stands to reason that this official road is smooth, and there should be a lot of business travelers.

"Xiao Er, is there something going on around here?" asked Si Dao.

"I heard that there was a demon nearby, but in just three days, more than a dozen people were killed. When found, the men had tooth marks on their throats and had been sucked into dried corpses. Xiao Er told him the truth, and did not forget to remind him kindly, "Childe should be careful, don't walk at night." ”

"Hey, then why are you still working here? and you're not afraid of that demon?"

"Hey, isn't that the work of the post station?I want to leave now, how can the official family be happy?" Xiao Er waved his hand helplessly, "Besides, this demon matter has been reported." In the near future, the Hehuan Immortals will definitely send someone to deal with it. The villain only needs to be careful for a few more days. The fortune teller said that the villain is the life of seventy years of life. Therefore, the villain's luck should not be so bad! When this demon is over, the villain can still get a lot of silver miles!"

This little two is also young and bold, and he doesn't care at all. Judging from Xiao Er's reaction, the frequency of demon events is very low, and most people have only heard of it, but have never seen it.

Si Dao didn't pay much attention to it. As Xiao Er said, his luck should not be so bad, and he just happened to meet the demon who did evil.

On the other hand, Si Dao wanted to meet the demon. On the one hand, he wanted to know what the so-called demon was, and on the other hand, he himself was a demon slayer of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and it seemed that he should deal with demon affairs.

From Xiao Er's mouth, Si Dao heard the term "Hehuan Immortal". And the piece of red jade on Si Dao's chest is called "Huan Stone".

Is there a possibility that Si Dao is the "Hehuan Immortal" in Xiao Er's mouth?

Thinking of this, Si Dao shook his head and smiled. There are too many things he doesn't know, and he can't know about it, so it's better to have a glass of wine to relieve his worries for the time being.

As for the nearby demons, he finally felt that he should not ask too much, so as not to bear it. Although he feels that he has some skills, he is better than the second junior in this shop, but compared to the real demons, he still can't match them. Otherwise, how could that flying sword boy despise Si Dao so much?

The world is different, and the concept of force is also completely different, and Si Dao will not swell and die in vain.

He was drinking when he smelled something stronger. The smell of wine wafted from afar, and its origin was actually a monk, a monk with an extremely tall physique.

This monk is eight feet tall, with no upper body, showing strong muscles, a string of Buddhist beads on his chest, and a purple gourd hanging from his waist. He was obviously a monk, but he couldn't see the slightest kindness, and his eyebrows were very thick, like a paint brush. His gaze is fierce, his eyes are wide, and he is frightening.

The little two stepped forward to greet tremblingly.

The monk opened his mouth and said one word: "Wine!"

Then, a large handful of silver fell on the table.

Seeing Dayin, the little two immediately smiled, where to care about the danger, where to care about the identity of the monk, and where to care if the monk drank alcohol. After a while, Xiao Er came up with two jars of wine from the backyard.

As soon as the monk got the wine, he gulped it down. To him, this good old wine is like white water. After drinking an altar, the monk's face was not a little ruddy, and the monk's eyes were not a little confused.

However, what is strange is that although this monk drinks alcohol, he does not eat meat, and what he eats is also plain noodles, without adding any meat oil, onions and garlic.

This is really a strange monk.

Originally, this monk had nothing to do with Si Dao. Si Dao also does not intend to intersect with the other party. However, the monk took the initiative to speak.

"Disciple Hehuan, when did you become so cowardly? When you meet a demon, you only know how to be alone. ”

The monk didn't speak directly to Si Dao, but there was no one else in this inn at all. It sounds like Si Dao is the Hehuan disciple.

"When did monks start drinking alcohol?"

Si Dao did not deny it, nor did he respond positively, but questioned the monk in turn.

"Abstaining from alcohol means staying sober and observing other precepts at all times. The monk replied calmly.

"So, the master has not committed the vows of theft, and there is no greed in his heart. Si Dao raised his head, glanced at the monk seriously, and then continued.

"Of course. The monk was very sure. His eyes were clear, and he really didn't look like a greedy person.

"Since there is no desire in his heart, why does the master still have attachment, why can't he let go?" Si Dao then asked.

After hearing this, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he didn't even drink wine, staring straight at Si Dao. Immediately, he laughed again, did not deny it, and continued to drink.

"Now, master, have you broken even your nonsense?"

This monk just said that he obeyed other precepts, but in fact this is not the case, that is naturally a lie.

"Fart!" the monk said a dirty word, once again violating the lie, "The poor monk's law is to quit killing, that is, just quit killing, what does the other precepts have to do with me!"

"Oh! ......" Si Dao shook his head and smiled, he was about to continue, but he was stopped by the "Monk Who Quit Killing".

"Shut up, you kid, don't talk to me again. The monk said as he covered his ears with his hands.

Seeing this, Si Dao naturally did not continue. He continued to drink his own wine and eat his own food. Of course, he had already seen that the other party was also a cultivator. Not only that, but the other party's cultivation should be very profound. At least, compared to the monk in front of him, the flying sword boy before can be said to be insignificant. It's an obvious intuition. Si Dao is willing to trust his instincts.

"Boy, I remember that most of you Hehuan disciples don't eat ordinary things, why do you eat so happily?"

After a while, the monk couldn't help but ask Si Dao.

"The master is not the same, he eats ordinary noodles and drinks ordinary wine the same. Master eats, why can't I eat?" Si Dao put down his chopsticks and responded.

Every time he speaks, he will chew and swallow what is in his mouth first, and at the same time put down his chopsticks.

"Interesting. You kid obviously doesn't understand anything, but you still pretend to be calm in front of the poor monk. The monk who quit killing saw through Si Dao's heart at a glance and laughed.

This time, Si Dao frowned. Then, he saw the monk take out the purple gourd on his waist.

The moment the lid of the purple gourd was opened, an indescribable aroma filled the entire restaurant, extremely rich and mellow.

Si Dao has seen countless fine wines. But compared to the aroma of any fine wine in front of me, it is really heaven and earth, and there is no room for comparison.

Almost instinctively, Si Dao swallowed. Not only that, Si Dao felt the tremor of his body. His body sent a signal of thirst. He couldn't even take his eyes off the purple gourd.

This is beyond the concept of fine wine. Si Dao was like a "seizure addict", staring at the purple gourd like a hungry wolf.

"Hey~hey~" Seeing this, the monk couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that monks who quit killing are accustomed to it. He didn't care at all, and he wasn't stingy at all, and generously poured out a glass of purple gourd wine.

The glass rose out of thin air and landed on the table. The monk who quit killing actually wanted to invite Si Dao to drink this cup of good wine.

Si Dao is not a person who shirks, as soon as he thanked him, he picked up the wine glass, did not have any precautions against killing the monk, and drank it all directly, which was very heroic.

The moment he drank the wine, Si Dao only felt dizzy. You know, his physique is far beyond that of mortals, and he will not be drunk by alcohol at all. But now, he only felt that his head was dizzy, and everything in front of him had several shadows, and he was confused.

In addition to this, he also found that there was a heat in the wine, so vast that it almost broke its flesh.

Almost instinctively, although Si Dao was confused, he practiced on the ground. The heat in the wine was so easy to absorb that he could only feel a mad power surging out of his body. This force is growing at an alarming rate. Not only that, but this force was constantly impacting inside him, as if he was breaking free of something, and as if he was breaking some kind of bondage.

In the end, this power continued to gather, condense, and was completely absorbed by Sidao.

Si Dao clearly felt that he had become stronger, and there was infinite power in his body that could be squandered.

He was immersed in the pleasure of cultivation growth, immersed in the power of expansion. I have to admit that this pleasure is beyond everything else, and it is far from being comparable to anything else.

And Si Dao's next second idea was to take away the purple gourd. He wanted to enjoy the thrill of growing strength every day. In this way, he will be immensely powerful, and he will be the ruler of all things.

Thinking of this, Si Dao couldn't help but smile.

However, he immediately frowned again. Because, he realized, it was an infinite greed. This greed chilled Si Dao's heart. Si Dao didn't understand why he had such terrible greed. This greed seems to be an instinct, the instinct of life. Si Dao didn't like this instinct.

So, although he gained great strength, he frowned.

He got up and looked around, and was about to thank him, but found that the monk had disappeared.

It turned out that during the time he was meditating and practicing, the monk had already finished eating somen noodles and left the post station. Before leaving, the monk poured all the good wine of the entire restaurant into the purple gourd.

It's all inexplicable, it's like an adventure. In this regard, Si Dao did not pursue it too much. In his opinion, if there is fate, he will naturally meet next time, and when the time comes, he will thank him.

It's just that he would never have imagined that this encounter would come so quickly.