Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

After hearing this, Guanyi suddenly smiled like a flower, which was charming yet elegant. She chuckled and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are the first person to tease me like this."

Although her smile remained the same, Jì Hou clearly felt a chill rising from her back, as if her thoughts were being read.

Guan Qianyi sat down again, gracefully filled a glass of wine for herself, drank it all, and said calmly: "Forget it, since fellow Taoist don't want to talk, I won't ask any more questions.

However, Jì Hou looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling helpless and sighing: "Hey, no one believes the truth now.

Faced with Jì Hou's appearance, Guan Qianyi couldn't help but sneer and give him a charming eye roll: "According to you, you can surpass my two hundred years in just one month by practicing double cultivation. The result of hard work? You must know that even if there is such a domineering secret technique of dual cultivation in this world, even if you can completely transfer the cultivation level of your Taoist companion to yourself, there will inevitably be great losses, and such a method is difficult to achieve. The foundation of my previous cultivation is unstable and floating like bubbles. Once I encounter a fight with someone of the same level, I'm afraid it will collapse at the first touch."

She looked at Jì Hou carefully and continued to analyze: "Look at you again. Your magic power is strong and solid, your golden elixir is shining, and your Qi is in perfect harmony. If I hadn't known that you had just overcome the tribulation a month ago, Golden elixir, I’m afraid you will think that you are a person who has been practicing for hundreds of years.”

800 Even Jì Hou couldn't help but nod secretly at Yi's profound and simple analysis.

Indeed, how can there be such a practice that goes against common sense in the world? However, Jì Hou, who has a system, does not need to be limited by the rules of practice in the mortal world.

The existence of the system itself is an abstract manifestation that transcends reality. Distorting rules and changing reality is nothing more than a trivial matter for the system.

Faced with Guan Qianyi's penetrating analysis, Jì Hou was not in a hurry to refute, but just nodded slightly, with deep wisdom shining in his eyes:

What you said, fellow Taoist Guan, is indeed reasonable, but not all things in this world are within common sense and rules. There are always some existences that can distort conventions and ignore established laws, but this does not mean that they cannot be understood, but our knowledge and cultivation have not yet reached the level of being able to analyze them. "

He raised his hand and pointed to the trial tower standing not far away, "Take the trial tower in front of you as an example. The Four Sacred Sect's thousands of years of research and exploration have not yet been able to fully understand the profound meaning it contains. Technology and operating principles, it seems like an existence that goes against common sense, but it actually stands here. The Trial (bibj) Refining Tower was built by ancient monks. Since it can be created, it proves that someone must have an insight into it. Mystery and refining it according to some rules that we haven't touched yet.

There is a sense of openness and insight in Jì Hou's words, as if people can see a broader world. "The world is huge and full of wonders. Fellow Taoist Guan, do you think what I said makes sense?"

He asked with a smile, his smile was like the warm spring sun, gentle and bright.

When Guan Qianyi heard these words, he felt like he was enlightened, and the fog in his heart instantly dissipated a lot.

She has lived for more than three hundred years and has experienced countless experiences on her way to immortality. At this moment, she realizes that her knowledge of the world is not as clear as that of the young man in front of her who is less than a hundred years old.

"I have learned a lesson." Guan Qianyi sighed sincerely, her eyes showing her admiration for Jì Hou.

Jì Hou waved his hands humbly and smiled elegantly and calmly: "There is no such thing as preaching. These are just my superficial opinions on unknown things. I believe that even without me, with your wisdom, fellow Taoist Guan, you can participate on your own given time." Enlightenment.”

Jì Hou's words were like a spring breeze blowing on her face, warm and comfortable. They not only gave Guan Qianyi a deeper understanding of his personality charm, but also made her develop a strong liking for him.

"Here, how about a drink?" Guan Qianyi raised the wine pot with an elegant and free invitation. The wine in the pot exuded an intoxicating aroma. Even a mortal would be intoxicated after just one sip.

Jì Hou smiled happily and responded: "That's my honor." As he said that, he calmly accepted the fine wine that Yi Yi personally poured for him.

"What kind of wine is this?" Jì Hou took the exquisite wine cup, which contained clear and translucent wine. It glowed like amber under the light. When it swayed slightly, it seemed to contain endless stories.

He raised his eyes to look at Guan Qianyi in front of him, his eyes full of curiosity about this unknown wine.

Guan Qianyi received Jì Hou's probing gaze and smiled softly, the shyness between her eyebrows blooming quietly like buds in early spring.

"This is the wine I brewed myself. I named it 'Guan Zizui', which means it is a wine that I can indulge myself in."

Her slightly lowered eyelids covered a blush. Apparently, she still felt a little embarrassed about naming the wine after herself, even after more than three hundred years of practice.

After Jì Hou heard this, he didn't mean to laugh. Instead, he joked with interest: "I can't believe that you, fellow Taoist Guan, have such leisurely elegance and originality. You really don't show it on weekdays."

In Jì Hou's eyes, Guan Qianyi is just like a heroine in the secular world, free and uninhibited, heroic, without the coldness and aloofness that practitioners often have.

Hearing Jì Hou's ridicule, Guan Qianyi smiled heartily, with a sincere smile on her face: "In my early years, when I was practicing Taoism, I randomly tried to make wine when I was bored. After decades of continuous improvement of the formula, now this wine is no matter how strong it is. The taste is exactly what I like.”

Jì Hou was attracted by the origin of the wine, and his eyes flashed with eagerness: "Oh? In that case, I want to taste it carefully."

As he spoke, he brought the cup of fine wine in his hand to the tip of his nose and inhaled its fragrance.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ji, you have to be careful, this wine is extremely strong." Guan Qianyi couldn't help but remind her, with a hint of concern in her words.

Jì Hou smiled confidently, with unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, although I don't drink often, I won't get drunk after just one drink.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jì Hou raised his glass and drank it in one gulp without hesitation. However, the moment the wine slipped down his throat, a dramatic scene happened.

There was only a "pop" sound, and Jì Hou's head hit the table without warning. As snoring gradually began, he fell into a deep sleep.

When Guan Qianyi saw this, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she felt at a loss of whether to laugh or cry.

She turned her face away in embarrassment and helplessness, really embarrassed to face this ridiculous scene.

It turned out that this seemingly ordinary "Guan Zizui" had such magical power that the confident Daoist Ji was defeated in an instant. .