Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang was a little confused, why did he suddenly return to this place? Is the lotus platform in Wenxin Valley so magical? Can you directly teleport people to where they want to go? No, it seemed that I had participated in the third level of the Heart-Questioning Challenge in the Heart-Questioning Valley before. Could it be that all of this was illusory and that the Heart-Questioning Valley was transformed in my heart to be used for the Heart-Questioning test?

If this is the case, you should be careful. This small Taoist temple is a taboo in your heart, and it is the place where you are most likely to have problems. Don't capsize the boat in the gutter, it is better to leave this place as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Qingyang He quickly turned around and walked down the mountain.

Before I had taken a few steps, an old voice suddenly came from behind me and said: "Little Zamao, where are you going? You won't cook at meal time. Do you want me to starve to death?"

Although this voice had not been heard for more than a hundred years, when it rang in his ears, Qingyang was still stunned, and a layer of mist could not help but rise in his eyes.

It’s not that Qingyang doesn’t know that he’s undergoing the Wenxin Valley test, it’s not that he doesn’t know that all this is fake, it’s not that he doesn’t know that this is Wenxin Valley’s illusion to confuse him, and it’s not that he doesn’t know that he will probably fail the challenge after he stops. , but he still couldn't help turning his head, because he had imagined this scene countless times, because this voice made him unable to move anymore, and because he wanted to take another look at the owner of this voice, no matter what the cost .

At the entrance of the small Taoist temple, a sloppy old Taoist was leaning against the wall, looking at Qingyang lazily. This old Taoist had white beard and hair, a thin figure, and wore a shabby Taoist robe, but his face was extremely rosy. If you don't take into account the sloppy and shabby Taoist The Taoist robe can be regarded as a childlike appearance.

Isn't this the master Songhe Laodao who has been dependent on him since childhood? Qingyang could no longer control himself and walked quickly to the old Taoist. With misty eyes, he looked at Songhe Taoist affectionately and said: "Master, is it really you? I have been thinking about killing my disciple these years. ”

The old Taoist Songhe seemed a little uncomfortable with his apprentice suddenly becoming so enthusiastic. He said with a puzzled face: "You little bastard, you usually call me an old liar. Why did you change your name to master today? Didn't you do something bad and you were afraid of my punishment? You? Could it be that you secretly drank the fine wine that Master Dao had collected?"

Old Taoist Songhe was addicted to alcohol, how could he tolerate such a thing? He quickly turned around and entered the house. After rummaging for a long time, he found a wine jar and smelled it with his nose. He found that the amount of good wine he had collected had not decreased. He felt relieved and said doubtfully: "This is strange. , I didn’t secretly drink Dao Master’s good wine, but I was so attentive. Is it just that I’m lazy and don’t want to cook?”

Thinking of this, Old Taoist Songhe glanced at Qingyang and said: "Master Tao, I haven't eaten for more than a day, and I'm just waiting for you to come back to cook. It's not okay to be lazy. I'm lucky for you today, you have the opportunity to taste Tao Master." This jar of fine wine has been treasured for many years. Go quickly and don’t waste time.”

After more than a hundred years, Qingyang was delighted to be able to be ordered to do things by his master again, and to be able to cook a meal for him again. Qingyang hurriedly got into the Taoist temple, started to prepare meals for the two of them, and watched Qingyang trot all the way. , for fear that the master would not allow him to help, Old Taoist Songhe scratched his head behind him, what happened to his apprentice? Nothing like the past.

The food was quickly prepared and placed on an old wooden table on the side of the Taoist temple. There was a plate of tofu mixed with spring onions, a plate of boiled broad beans, a plate of stir-fried wild vegetables, and a plate of cold pickles. It couldn’t be more vegetarian. , but this is already a rare snack for the two of them.

Old Taoist Songhe found two porcelain bowls, opened the wine jar, filled the two porcelain bowls, and carefully stored the wine jar, then handed a bowl to Qingyang and said: "This jar of wine is for Master Shi." I saved a brewing master many years ago. He specially gave it to me as a thank you for saving my life. I have kept it in this Taoist temple ever since. Speaking of which, it is older than you. How many years have I been a master? I can’t bear to take a sip, so I’ll take it out for you to enjoy.”

Qingyang took the wine bowl and took a small sip. A spicy taste rushed into his throat. Qingyang closed his eyes and tasted it carefully. The taste was so familiar that it almost made people shed tears. Over the years, Qingyang has tasted countless good wines. There are countless spiritual wines and fairy wines, all of which can be called nectar. Almost every one of them tastes better than the wine just now, but those good wines are lacking in some. Things lack some emotion in them, lack a trace of longing, and lack of aftertaste, which makes people just treat drinking as drinking, but will not think of more things.

And today's sip of wine, although the taste is not that good compared to the spiritual wine and fairy wine that Qingyang has drunk, but when you taste it carefully, it is so familiar, so warm, so intoxicating. It is so memorable that people are immersed in it and reluctant to wake up.

After taking a sip of wine, Qingyang picked up his chopsticks and took a few more bites of the food. Although the food on the table was very simple, it tasted very good and seemed better than any delicacies. These side dishes are made by Qingyang, and the taste is almost the same as those made by the master. It was Qingyang who was taught by Master Songhe. Since leaving Songhe Master, Qingyang has never eaten the dishes made by his master, and rarely eats them. It's not that I can't make such a dish myself, but I don't want to, and I dare not. Now that I taste this familiar taste again, Qingyang is so excited that he almost sheds tears.

Seeing the moved expression on his disciple's face, Taoist Songhe was a little surprised and said: "Isn't it just a bowl of good wine? Why are you so excited? My teacher is an old drunkard. I didn't expect to have a disciple who is a young drunkard. Since If you like it so much, I won’t keep the jar of wine. Let’s drink it all in one go. But this is the only amount I have in stock as a teacher. I will have to rely on you, my disciple, to pay for the wine in the future.”

After finishing speaking, Taoist Songhe took out the wine jar that he had just hidden and filled up their respective wine bowls. They seemed determined not to stop until they finished drinking. It was a rare opportunity for him to get drunk with his master. , Qingyang was not polite, and just started drinking with Old Taoist Songhe.

After drinking most of the jar of wine, Qingyang was already drunk and hazy. Old Taoist Songhe said slowly: "Disciple, life is rare in seventy years. My master is already over eighty years old this year. Even if he has practiced martial arts for many years, I have only a few more years to live. I am going to pass this Xiping Temple on to you. Are you willing to accept it?”

Although Qingyang was drunk, he was still sober in his heart. He knew very well that all this was fake and was imagined by Wen Xin Gu. But in the face of this situation, he really didn't know what to say and was worried that if he refused , unexpected results may occur.