Zhu Wuzhao's figure was not seen all day, and the Wuwei Sword Sect gradually quieted down after being lively for a while. When night fell, the monks began their evening classes with the melodious sound of bells, and went to meditate and practice on their own, including the unknown. Gu Sheng was about to look for Zhu Wuzhao again, but he didn't expect that as soon as he slipped out of the mountain gate, he was pulled into the dark by a person.

"Zhu Wuzhao, why are you here?" It turned out that the person who pulled him aside was the person he was looking for. Zhu Wuzhao raised a finger: "Shhhh He raised the prey in his hand, and in the other hand carried a jar of wine, which, judging by the mark on the sealing clay, was a good jar.

Zhu Wuzhao couldn't help but say, pulled Gu Sheng to the bottom of the cliff where they often barbecued, and lit a bonfire by himself, Gu Sheng saw that he really wanted to roast the dragon ear mink to eat, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart: "You can't take it seriously, right?" "Why not? I originally called to eat, I didn't eat it for nothing, what a waste I threw away! Look, I also bought a jar of good wine!" "You went down the mountain without permission......" Gu Sheng quickly shut up, saw that no one was eavesdropping around, and then whispered: " I said why I didn't see you for a day, it turned out that you went down the mountain to buy wine. ”

Zhu Wuzhao did the same as he used to deal with hares, skinned the prey, removed the hair and cleaned it, and then wore it with a wooden stick, brushed it with seasonings, and roasted it on the fire. Gu Sheng looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, if a beast cultivator saw this scene, he didn't know how to feel?

Zhu Wuzhao didn't care so much: "Damn, I was originally called to eat, why don't I eat it?" People finally caught such a prey, and they were happy in their hearts, and they all blamed Jiusheng for that old miscellaneous hair, but they recognized what kind of dragon ear marten cub this was, alas, why is my life so bitter, if I didn't know, I know it now...... Gu Sheng, do you have to remember me, this meal, to say the least, is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, right?" Zhu Wuzhao said pitifully, and he didn't forget to count the money at this time. Gu Sheng couldn't help but laugh: "You are right, imagine that for thousands of years, you have eaten such a big meal, I'm afraid you have you and me!"

In a short time, the meat was already cooked. Don't say it, in the body of this kind of spirit beast, the spiritual energy is abundant, and the fragrance of roasting is wafting all over the mountainside, and it will not disperse for a long time, and it is by no means comparable to half of the hares.

"Wow, it's so fragrant!" With a sound of snorting noses, a sloppy old Taoist descended from the sky, sat beside Zhu Wuzhao, salivated and asked, "Wuzhao, what are you baking?" Zhu Wuzhao was in a bad mood, rolled his eyes and said, "You guess?" "It's so fragrant, my old Taoist priest has eaten all over the country in his life, but he has never smelled such a fragrance......" His face changed: "I heard that you shot a young dragon ear mink, this can't be ......" That's right, do you want to eat it, you don't want to eat it, such a small one, are the two of us good, please go back. ”

"Of course you have to eat it!" the sloppy Taoist jumped up from the ground and shouted, "This kind of delicacy may not be eaten once in nine lifetimes, how can you not eat it!" He thought about it as much as Zhu Wuzhao. "Then you sit down and shut up!" the old Taoist priest sat down obediently.

The aroma is getting stronger and stronger, the meat has been roasted, and Zhu Wuzhao's originally gloomy mood is slowly improving with the pungent aroma. He tore off one of his hind legs and handed it out, the old Taoist priest reached out to pick it up, Zhu Wuzhao gave him a blank look and handed it to Gu Sheng. The old Taoist priest didn't care about it, he grinned, and when Zhu Wuzhao and Gu Sheng each held one of their hind legs and gnawed on them, he died and ate one of his front legs.

"It's so delicious, how can there be no wine?" The old Taoist priest really asked for a lot, but Zhu Wuzhao had already prepared: "Look, what is this?" I didn't expect that the sloppy Taoist priest who would have his eyes light up when he saw the wine on weekdays was like dung at the moment: "How can such an inferior wine be worthy of such deliciousness?" Zhu Wuzhao said angrily: "You old man, don't talk nonsense: this is a twenty-year-old daughter Hong, I went down the mountain today and spent a lot of money to buy it." The old Taoist priest smiled, put his hand into his arms and took out a huge cyan gourd: "Come, see what this is?"

The old Taoist priest pulled out the stopper, shook the gourd gently, and a leisurely aroma slowly floated out, lingering around the three of them, and it did not disperse for a long time! Zhu Wuzhao was also a master of the wine forest, and when he asked, he knew that it was good wine, and his nose twitched a few times: "Good wine, good wine, peerless good wine!" Even Gu Sheng smelled it, and the aroma was by no means ordinary mortal: "What kind of wine is this?" The old Taoist priest carefully covered the gourd, for fear of accidentally spilling a drop.

"This is Zhao Laosi's treasure at the bottom of the box, a hundred and fifty years of flowing spring wine. The old Taoist priest said that Zhu Wuzhao didn't react, but in Gu Sheng's ears, it was tantamount to a thunderbolt: the fourth generation of the dignified Bacchus Valley became Zhao Laosi. There is a fairy spring in the Dionysian Valley, and the mountain is rich in wild fruits; in addition to the secret drunken yang magic skill of the Dionysian God Valley is not trivial, it is a superior exercise, and this wine-making magic skill passed down from generation to generation is a must in the cultivation world, especially the flowing spring liquor brewed according to the "divine brewing recipe" is world-famous. It's just that the wine gods of the Dionysian Valley have been very stingy in the past, and this fine wine is rarely in the mouth of outsiders. One hundred and fifty years of Liuquan wine, let alone ordinary people can get, the fourth generation of the god of wine Zhao Zhuoran is not only stingy, the drunken yang magic has also been practiced to the seventh level, and he is already the top master of the Yuan infant stage.

A master like Bisheng is still very stingy, and he personally guards the door of his wine cellar every day, for fear that others will come to steal his wine. Gu Sheng was surprised: Who is this sloppy Taoist priest who can get Zhao Lao'er's wine?

Zhu Wuzhao was already ready to grab it, he had the meat leg of the spirit beast in his mouth, and he was afraid that he would rush forward with both hands. The old Taoist priest hurriedly protected the wine gourd with one hand: "Don't worry, don't worry, since I took it out, I naturally want to give it to you to drink." These days, I have eaten and drunk a lot of food and drink here for nothing, and today I ate spirit beast meat, so I naturally want to be interesting. Zhu Wuzhao was satisfied: "It's pretty much the same!"

The old Taoist priest took out three wine glasses, and Gu Sheng saw him take out the wine glasses from his dirty clothes, and immediately frowned: "Should you wash this wine glass?" The sloppy Taoist priest grinned and didn't mind: "Then don't drink it." Gu Sheng shook his head, there was nothing he could do.

The glass looked even more unusual, the walls of the glass were covered with blue light, and a purple cyclone swirled around the center of the glass. Zhu Wuzhao's eyes suddenly lit up, although he didn't know this "Blue Purple Cloud Cup", but he could also see at a glance that this cup was not ordinary.

"This thing is very valuable, right?" Zhu Wuzhao asked, and the old Taoist priest said with disdain: "Cut, you know money, this is the treasure of the old Taoist, you don't have to make up your mind." The heart was exposed, Zhu Wuzhao felt a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned he was, he laughed twice and stopped talking, and waited for the drink.

The old Taoist priest had one hand, three cups floated in the air, the cyan gourd opened, and three clear springs flew out of the gourd's mouth, falling steadily in his life. "Hey, do you want to drink?" the old Taoist priest asked Gu Sheng, Gu Sheng saw that the cup should be quite clean, besides, such a good cup and such a good wine, it would be a pity not to drink it!" "Drink, of course drink." The old Taoist priest smiled, as expected. With a flick of his palm, three glasses of wine flew in three directions, one for each person. Zhu Wuzhao grabbed the wine glass and took a sip. Seeing it, the old Taoist priest shook his head: "You are such a cow drink, it really spoils my wine." Over there, Gu Shengdao was very professional, slowly sucking the wine into his mouth, and then turning it around his tongue, so that all the taste cells tasted the wine, and then swallowed it carefully.

"The mouth is full of fragrant, clear and cold into the throat, straight to the viscera! It's been a long time, it's really worthy of the wine of the god of wine!" Gu Sheng praised, although he knew about this flowing spring wine, but he had never drunk it, and this was the first time he tasted it. The old Taoist priest had already put the wine glass to his lips, and when he heard Gu Sheng say this, he suddenly stopped and asked, "How do you know that this is brewed by the god of wine?" Gu Sheng secretly said that it was not good, and he was exposed. "Isn't that what you just said?" "Did I say that?" The sloppy Taoist priest was drunk first for the entrance person, and he was already a little confused, and he couldn't remember it clearly. He thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand it very well, and he didn't think it clearly, whether he said it or not, shook his head, and a glass of wine was dry.

Gu Sheng was lucky in the dark way, but fortunately, this old Taoist priest was a little confused.

Although this flowing spring wine is clear and sweet, but the stamina is very great, the three of them and the wine of unknown origin, eating the meat of the spirit beast that was tragically poisoned, it didn't take long for them to get drunk and staggered. A small spirit beast was quickly eaten up by three people, and there were not even a few bones left, the reason was that Zhu Wuzhao was drunk and gnawed off the bones as twists, and it was really a shame that he had a mouthful of indestructible iron teeth and steel teeth!