Ten days in the fairy world, ten years have passed. Looking at the years seems to be just a snap of the fingers, but the things in the brain have already been thickened.

The world is so big that people can't help but feel humble and small. In other words, human beings are humble and insignificant.

However, among the humble beings in the world, there are also some who will go further and further on the path of cultivation until they reach the top and become unparalleled supreme figures in the world.

Yan Zhi has become a strong man, and I am still on the way. He has won the favor of the Lord, I should be happy for him, he has not forgotten my friend, I should be happy for myself. The ups and downs of the universe, it is really a blessing to have such an unchanging friend.

It's just that the care of friends is not my own skill after all, whether it is the terrible dream master, or the life and death realm ancestor and Huo Liao of the Tongchen Sect, they are all characters that I can't match. Cultivation is still very long, slack, and there can be no more.

Late at night on the tenth day of the fairy world (counting down to three hundred and thirty-three years), He Yi

Blowing dry the ink, putting away the pen and paper, his mind had completely calmed down in the process of writing twice.

The ancients said well, writing is indeed the best way to cultivate the mind, and it is no wonder that when he first met Lin Yanzhi again, his study would be full of rice paper.

I poured a glass of water and drank it, and the cool liquid flowed from my mouth into my stomach, spreading the refreshing feeling throughout my body.

He Yi exhaled lightly, got up and put down the cup, and said, "Xiao Yi, let's go." Then he walked out the door.

The ant on his shoulder seemed to be a little worried about him, but he didn't do much, just silently lay on his shoulder.

Turning through the two corridors and returning to the outside of King Ming's study, Lin Yanzhi was meditating with his eyes closed, as if he was pranayama. Sensing his arrival, Sword Soul Xiao Yue hurriedly greeted him lightly, and whispered: "The master is communicating with people and gods, so don't disturb him for the time being." ”

"Divine Communication?" He Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously sent a voice back and asked, "With whom?"

Xiao Yue's clear and flawless eyes turned to glance at Lin Yanzhi, and then replied: "The master is so serious, it must be the Xuan Lord or the high priest." ”

He Yi nodded, didn't ask again, just retreated into the courtyard silently, and sat on the railing of the corridor next to him to enjoy the flowers.

To be honest, although there are more types of flowers in the fairy world, he still feels that the flowers he used to know are more beautiful. There are many styles of flowers here, with different postures and uneven sizes, although they are also delicate, but they lack a little simple and elegant quiet beauty.

In fact, to put it bluntly, he was influenced by Yun Xuan and preferred the beautiful style of Jasmine Flower.

There is no moon in the fairy world, which is a big pity, because of the lack of that Taiyin star, the so-called elegant words such as the wind and the moon, the moon and the flowers, and the moon drinking alone have lost some meaning. But...... Even if there is no moon, drinking in the midst of these flowers should be a good treat, right?

Suddenly thinking of this, He Yi himself was a little surprised. He smiled, took out the liquor "old man" that was in the return tavern in the morning and was caught by Yu Yin and the shopkeeper "gave it away" for nothing, patted the mud seal and raised his head to drink alone.

The name of this wine is old enough, which means that it is old enough to taste good. After drinking this sip, Rao is the strength of his physical body that transcends oneness and is weaker than Qingming, and he also feels a touch of hot spiciness, spreading from his tongue to his stomach, making his chest like a fire burning.

Drinking spirits at night seems a bit unexpected......

He muttered to himself in his heart, but he didn't think too much about it, and he raised his neck and poured a large gulp of wine.

After drinking tea with Lin Yanzhi and Chang Le a few times, and now tasting the taste of wine, he felt the surprise between the two.

There are many kinds of tea, but what Lin Yanzhi and Chang Le brew is clear tea. The tea is idle, indifferent like the years quietly gone, at first glance there is no taste, but the tea into the abdomen, lips, teeth and tongue, but it is the unforgettable sweet aftertaste.

And wine, strong is strong, alcohol is alcohol, when you smell it with your nose and touch it with your tongue, you will immediately know what kind of wine it is, and you don't need time to taste it carefully.

On the other hand, the process of brewing wine is longer than making tea. Like the old man's wine in his arms, an aged jar is a cellar of more than ten or twenty immortal heavens. If there is no time to accumulate, no matter how strong the wine is, it will almost taste after all.

Tea is not inferior to wine, and although its production process is not slow, it is more cumbersome and requires higher skills. There is no superiority between the two, only the difference in style.

After a few sips of wine in his throat, He Yi suddenly remembered the ballad sung by the old man surnamed Xu when he first arrived at the tavern that day:

Tea is like life, and spirits are more mellow!

You don't need to look at the turbidity, the hot and spicy is the most boring!

Parting with a sip of drink, two mouthfuls of sorrow.

Three mouths of years, four mouths of Jun Mo language.

Five sips is not enough, and six sips are too urgent.

Seven mouths of eyes fade, eight mouths of desire.

Nine lost their way back, and ten forgot things.

Hundreds of true immortals, thousands of confidants.

I don't know if I'm drunk today, and I seem to meet again tomorrow.

If you don't wake up from your dream, you must be driving a crane and traveling to the immortals, and you have a mystery!

The old man's heroic and vicissitudes of voice resurfaced in his mind, and He Yi remembered the scene at that time, but he no longer felt funny.

The old man came to Xuandu thousands of miles away, but he was deeply hit by his strength, and he often got drunk at this time to numb his lost life. His three apprentices seem funny, but in fact, their cultivation is no different from the old man surnamed Xu, and with this strength, he can still follow and take care of the master without abandoning, and that affection is also impressive.

This world, in the end, is still wonderful, and everyone's life also has many ups and downs, just like every trip, there will always be colorful scenery on the way. Maybe for him, others are just passers-by, just passers-by, but in other people's life circles, they are indispensable friends and irreplaceable protagonists.

With a slight smile, He Yi's mood suddenly improved.

Drinking wine and appreciating flowers and thinking about small things, but the harvest is so huge.

Perhaps, this is the artistic conception of "slowness" that was said by the old and the young under the red plum tree in Ganquanzhuang in Zhonggu City.

He Yi's amount of alcohol is already good, but now that he has improved his cultivation, it can be called a huge amount. He took one sip after another, until he drank seventy or eighty percent of the high-grade spirits in the jar, and then he felt a little drunk.

At this time, Lin Yanzhi in the study had already finished communicating with others and came to the courtyard.

Seeing that he was drinking alone, Lin Yanzhi also said that he was still worried under the fear brought by the Dream Lord, so he frowned slightly and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course. He Yi, who was slightly drunk, smiled back, took out a wine jar from the Sumeru ring and threw it directly to him, saying: "Come, we are confidants, let's drink ten million sips together!"

"The master can't drink!" Lin Yan subconsciously took the jar, but before he could say anything, the sword soul Xiaoyue snatched the jar and destroyed the drink that had not yet started.

"Not really, right?" Although his head was slightly confused, He Yi's thinking was still clear. Lin Yanzhi is not a mortal, with his cultivation being so high, no matter how bad his health is, he won't even be able to drink wine, right?

Lin Yanyi's face was bitter, and he replied: "For the safety of your life, forget it." When I recover, I'll get drunk with you for 3,000 more times. ”

Life Safety ......

He Yi immediately sobered up when he heard this. He wiped the non-existent sweat from the corner of his forehead, coughed dryly and diverted the topic: "Okay, then wait until next time I call my eldest brother, and the three of us will have a good drink together." By the way, who are you talking to?"

Lin Yanzhi didn't like the dirty ground, he sat directly under the pillar of the steps, and replied: "It was the national teacher who was looking for me, and he asked me to have time to go to the Xuanji Star of the Nine Sons Immortal Realm, saying that there would be a huge harvest." Then, he also taught me some void spells, which can help the inner world grow and stabilize. ”

National Teacher!

He Yi was not a little surprised, and the wine flew to the sky all of a sudden.

Then another thought flashed through his mind, and he said in surprise: "Xuanji Xing, isn't that where the Great Shifting Array is located to go to the Hunkun Realm?"

Lin Yanzhi exhaled and replied: "Yes, Xuanji Star ranks fourth among the nine main stars of the Nine Sons Immortal Realm, and it is also where the Yuexian Gate of the Hun Kun Realm and the Yucheng Realm are located. The cultivation of the Xuanji Immortal Monarch is said to be only in the late stage of emptiness, but their overall strength is equivalent to the East Pole Pure Land of our Supreme Immortal Realm, which should not be underestimated. ”

He Yi's heart jumped wildly, and he said secretly: Infinite Immortal Venerable mentioned this, will it have something to do with me?

He hurriedly said, "Did the national teacher mention me?"

As a close friend, how could Lin Yanzhi not know what he was thinking......?

He shook his head and replied, "No, he only said that I would have great gains, but he never mentioned you. I think maybe there's something out there that will make me even better. Although I don't know why the mysterious national teacher suddenly told me this, since he said it, he must not be wrong. ”

Immeasurable Immortal Venerable, that is a mythical figure, even the Supreme Immortal Realm was created by him! An ancient existence with such boundless power would definitely not find an unfamiliar junior to chat with for no reason, so it is conceivable that Xuanji Star must have a big surprise waiting for Lin Yanzhi!

It's just that King Ming is puzzled that he also went to Wuliang Mountain dozens of days ago, and Xianzun didn't show up to see him at that time, so how could he suddenly come out to guide himself now?

"Alas......"

He Yi sighed.

Sure enough, he was still sentimental, with his insignificance, how could the immeasurable Immortal Venerable mention him?

"Alright, don't sigh. If the time is right, you will go to Xuanji Star with me, and then I will take you to the Hunkun Realm to investigate the situation and prepare for the future. Lin Yanzhi stood up, and as soon as he raised his hand, the Closed Moon Sword in the room flew out.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Lord Xuan's sword tablet. He laughs.

He Yi had no choice but to nod.

"Wait, that'...... fare"

He exclaimed.

If you go to Xuanji Star for more than 2 million taels of silver! If you go again after more than 300 days, it will be more than 4 million!

Lin Yanzhi smiled brightly, put Xiao Yue into the sword, and said, "Let's talk about it, it's a big deal to write an IOU and pay it back slowly in the future." We're so acquainted, and I don't want your interest. If you really can't afford to pay it back, then you try to have more children and let them pay off their father's debts, hahaha......"