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"Sure enough, there is a ban. Under the scanning of the eye of heaven, golden runes appeared.

Xiang Yang knew that these runes must have been left by the Monkey King.

There are early warnings, and there are defensive ones.

With the help of Tianyan, carefully avoiding the prohibition, Xiang Yang entered the passage.

After walking for more than ten meters, a small stone room appeared in front of Xiang Yang's eyes.

"......" stood stupidly at the door, Xiang Yang didn't know what to say.

Ginseng, Polygonum multiflori, Ganoderma lucidum, etc., are at least hundreds of years old spiritual grasses, which are randomly piled on the left.

Ores such as star stones, baitestones, and adamantite gold, including spirit stones, are piled on the right.

Two hills in place.

Stunned for a moment, Xiang Yang began to ransack frantically.

First-order herbs and ores are not allowed, and second-order spiritual energy is insufficient.

It's not that Xiangyang won't live, but the storage bag space is limited!

Coupled with the storage bags obtained by touching Yuankui's corpse, Xiang Yang only has two storage bags.

A storage bag that can hold five cubic meters of items was sent by Fang Qingxue, and Yuan Kui's storage bag can only hold three cubic meters of items, adding up to a total of eight cubic meters, which is only enough to hold a hill.

Is it okay not to pick?

After looting the high-level spirit grass and ore, Xiang Yang selected some uncommon spirit grass and ore, and then resisted the urge to loot them and walked to the depths of the stone room.

There are stone altars here, which are very neat.

Xiang Yang counted it, not to mention that there were hundreds of altars.

"Is it all monkey wine?" Xiang Yang said with a dry mouth.

I couldn't wait to open a stone altar lid to the sun, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

"It's a monkey wine, but it's obviously not more than three years old. Xiang Yang shook his head and closed the lid of the altar.

The storage bag space is limited, and this level of monkey wine Xiangyang really can't look down on.

Several jars were opened in a row, but none of the jars of monkey wine had been brewed for more than ten years.

Xiang Yang couldn't help frowning, and said disappointedly: "Could it be that they are all less than ten years old?"

Although the monkey wine brewed for less than ten years is not cheap, it is enough for Xiangyang to make a lot of money, but the gap between it and Xiangyang's expectations is too big, how can Xiangyang be satisfied?

"Not true. Xiang Yang quickly shook his head.

If they are really less than ten years old, then where did the thirty-year-old jar given to Xiangyang come from?

And the tribute that the Monkey King and the Long-eared Monkey Demon said, refers to these monkey wines that have been brewed for less than ten years?

Xiang Yang didn't believe it.

There are definitely better ones.

"I'm looking, I'm looking for ......," muttered to himself, and Xiang Yang continued to lift the lid of the altar.

There are no ten altars, no twenty altars, no thirty altars, and forty altars.

Hundreds of jars of monkey wine were quickly inspected by Xiang Yang, but nothing was found.

It's all brewed under ten years, and the best jar is only nine years old.

Did you guess wrong?

"Damn, Bai is happy. Xiang Yang, who had an uneven atmosphere, casually hit the wall on the side.

Boom! There was a muffled sound, and a dark room appeared next to it.

"Damn!" Xiang Yang burst into a foul mouth.

Jingle bells!

A yellow brass bell hanging from the roof of the stone cave suddenly shook and made a crisp sound.

The two demon monkeys turned a deaf ear, rolled over, and continued to fall asleep.

......

Wave, Xiang Yang opened a jar lid, and suddenly the fragrance was overflowing, and the entire dark room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine, which was many times better than the monkey wine in the stone room outside.

"Good wine, at least fifteen years old. Xiang Yang praised.

Closing the lid of the altar, Xiang Yang opened another altar.

The same fragrance is everywhere, and the same is intoxicating.

Looking at the dozens of stone altars in the dark room, Xiang Yang laughed heartily and said, "It really doesn't take any effort to get here. ”

The interest came, and Xiang Yang continued to check.

One, two, three...... Twenty jars of monkey wine brewed for ten years.

It was brewed in thirty years, one jar, two jars, three jars...... Eight jars of monkey wine brewed for 30 years.

Damn, there are still fifty years of brewing, one, two, three altars, good guys, making a lot of money.

"This is ......" Looking at the last stone altar, Xiang Yang was completely stunned.

Golden yellow, with a faint fluorescence, viscous as solid.

The aroma was strong, and Xiang Yang only took a sip and felt a hint of drunkenness.

"Centennial monkey wine. Xiang Yang said stupidly.

If it is calculated according to the grade, it is enough to be called a fourth-order spiritual object, even if it has a huge attraction to the master of the night tour, this altar is worth 20,000 lower-grade spirit stones, to say the least.

Twenty jars of ten-year brewing, eight jars of thirty-year brewing, three jars of fifty-year brewing, one jar of hundred-year brewing, looking at the thirty-two jars of monkey wine in the dark room, Xiang Yang smiled.

What a bumper harvest!

Without hesitation, they were all packed into storage bags.

If there is no place, then vacate some low-value spirit grass and spirit stones.

Xiang Yang roughly calculated, and this time the harvest was more than 60,000 lower-grade spirit stones.

Among them, there are more than 5,000 spirit stones alone, and they are definitely rich overnight.

Xiang Yang, who was in a good mood, stomped his foot and fled directly into the ground, and escaped out of the Monkey Valley.

......

Thirty miles north of the Monkey Valley, a golden mist sphailed.

Flying sand and rocks all the way, the demon wind gusts.

It was the monkey king who was in a hurry.

"Who—who broke into the treasure room?" and the Monkey King suddenly turned his head.

Almost as fast as he could, the Monkey King rushed back to the Monkey Valley.

"The king has returned. ”

"The king has returned. ”

"Hello King. ”

"Squeak!"

Facing the group of monkeys who greeted him, the monkey king ignored it and returned directly to the cave.

As soon as he came to the stone cave, the monkey king smelled a burst of wine, snoring! snoring! and snoring, with a black face, he glanced at the two monkey demons lying on the ground and sleeping, as well as the empty stone altar rolling aside, the monkey king ran to the open stone door on the left side of the stone cave without saying a word.

Following the passage to the stone chamber, the Monkey King's face darkened.

Because the spirit grass and ore on both sides are less than half, and they are all high-end goods.

"Whew! Fortunately, there is no shortage of monkey wine. Looking at the hundreds of jars of monkey wine neatly placed in the depths of the stone room, a smile finally appeared on the monkey king's face.

If the monkey wine is gone, the monkey king will really vomit blood.

"Hmph, look at how King Ben cleans you up. The Monkey King muttered to himself, he was going to go out and teach the two monkey demons who secretly drank monkey wine, but a glance out of the corner of his eye made the Monkey King's feet unable to lift up.

Because there is a crack in the secret door next to it, through the thin slit, the monkey king can see the empty dark room.

"How can this be? how can this be?" the Monkey King was stupid.

Once the hundred-year-old inventory is gone, what could be more tragic than this?

"Ahh......h

What's the matter, the king? The monkeys looked dazed.

......

And what about the culprit Xiang Yang?

Riding the demon wind early, I returned to my cave house in a comfortable mood.

Taking out a jar of monkey wine from the storage bag, Xiang Yang poured himself a glass and tasted it.

The amber and clear liquor slowly flowed down his throat, quickly turning into a warm current that washed over every inch of Xiang Yang's body, making every cell in Xiang Yang's body cheer and jump.

Without urging the sun, the demonic power in the body will operate on its own.

With each round of operation, the energy transformed by the monkey wine will be integrated into the demonic power, and the demonic power will continue to grow.

"Whew!" After thirty breaths, Xiang Yang exhaled a turbid breath and sighed: "It is worthy of fifty years of monkey wine, a glass is enough to top my penance for a week." ”

That's right, Xiang Yang drank the monkey wine brewed in the past fifty years, and Xiang Yang also made a decision about this batch of monkey wine. Among them, all the monkey wine brewed in 20 jars and 10 years was sold and replaced with spirit stones for cultivation, while the monkey wine brewed in 8 jars for 30 years, 3 jars for 50 years, and 1 jar for 100 years were all kept for themselves to drink or given away.

After all, good things should be kept for yourself or friends.