Drunk Immortal Gourd

What impressed Qingyang the most was the sloppy Taoist's brewing skills. Just by adding some spices, he was able to make a pot of boy's urine taste like a peerless brew, which made the two stewards of the City Lord's Mansion salivate. They didn't have superb brewing skills. You can't do it with the level of wine.

It is estimated that the sloppy Taoist, who is in the middle and late stages of Jindan, has a higher level of cultivation than these guards and stewards, so he can easily escape from them. However, he is not at the Nascent Soul stage and knows that he cannot afford to offend Zhenjun Yaoyue. , and then sneaked away secretly. Otherwise, he could have directly entered the city lord's mansion based on his identity, so why bother with a few servants?

The two stewards were teased and had no place to vent their anger, so their faces were extremely ugly. Even the review of qualifications was much stricter. Many people who could not pass were implicated. After being rejected, it was Qing's turn. Yang, the two stewards looked up and down for a long time, seeming to dislike Qingyang's cultivation, and said: "There are also unwritten rules for the wine tasting meeting in the City Lord's Mansion. Most of the people who come are Jindan monks and foundation builders. It’s not that monks can’t participate, they must have expertise in other aspects. In what aspect do you think you are better than others?”

Qingyang was already prepared, and with a thought, he took out a jar of spiritual wine from the holding talisman, handed it to one of the stewards, and then said: "I have been fond of drinking since I was a child, and I have brewed some spiritual wine myself. I brought some today and asked two seniors to taste them.”

In the past few days, the two stewards had seen countless people like Qingyang, who only had foundation building cultivation. They got a jar of low-quality spiritual wine from nowhere and just wanted to sneak into the wine tasting club. Fortunately, the two of them had sharp eyes. No one could escape their discerning eyes. They thought Qingyang was the same, but when he opened the spirit wine handed over to him, the two of them were immediately attracted to it.

These two stewards have been practicing for nearly three hundred years, and they can be regarded as well-informed people. Moreover, they have been working under the master of Jiuxian City, Yao Yue Zhenjun, for many years. They have seen countless well-known spiritual wines. , Ordinary spiritual wine cannot enter their eyes at all, but after seeing Qingyang's jar of spiritual wine, the two of them could not help but widen their eyes.

It’s not that Qingyang’s jar of spirit wine is so rare. With their knowledge, they can easily recognize that Qingyang’s jar of monkey spirit wine is only a slightly higher grade. Not to mention the golden elixir monk, it is In the eyes of the foundation-building monks, it wasn’t too strange. The strange thing is that the length of time Qingyang Spirit Wine has been stored in the cellar surprised them.

Generally speaking, spiritual wine can be stored for one or two hundred years, but those that have been stored for three to five hundred years are very rare, because the life span of monks is also limited, and only those wine-making families can find spiritual wine that has been stored for thousands of years. But like this The spirit wines are extremely precious and rarely seen on the market.

No matter what spiritual wine is stored in the cellar to a certain extent, it will undergo qualitative changes. According to the judgment of the two of them, this jar of spiritual wine in Qingyang has been stored for at least three thousand years, and the quality of the spiritual wine has improved by at least two or three times. A step up. Originally, it might have been a relatively good spiritual wine in the eyes of Qi Refining monks, but now it is a good wine that even Nascent Soul monks rarely see.

After a long period of cellaring, the dregs in the spirit wine have been evaporated, while the essence has gradually settled in the jar. The mellow aroma and background are intoxicating.

According to the previous rules, Qingyang's jar of spiritual wine was qualified, but the two stewards were once bitten by a snake and were afraid of well ropes for ten years. After looking at Qingyang for a long time, they said: "Is this spiritual wine yours? How can you, a foundation-building monk, get such a good spiritual wine?"

Qingyang said: "My spiritual wine is not unusual, it means that it has been stored for a longer time. I got this wine accidentally. I heard that the city lord's palace held a wine tasting conference, so I brought it here to communicate with my colleagues. If you two don’t believe it, you can try it yourself.”

Hearing Qingyang mention letting them have a taste, the two stewards looked embarrassed. They had been teased once before, and neither of them dared to pretend to be public for personal gain anymore. Weird people like the sloppy Taoist will not appear once in decades. If they happen to meet them, it is considered unlucky, and they should never happen again.

Seeing that Qingyang's cultivation was not high, he felt that he should not dare to do anything detrimental to the wine tasting party, so the manager waved his hand and said: "Spiritual wine is ordinary, but it is rare to be able to store it for such a long time. Look, For the sake of your sincerity, we will make an exception and let you in."

After finishing speaking, the steward made way for a passage and put Qingyang into the city lord's mansion.

There was someone in charge of the reception in the City Lord's Mansion. When they saw Qingyang coming in, the receptionist did not hesitate because of his cultivation. Instead, he enthusiastically led the way. They walked forward along the road and passed through several streets. A large hall, and finally came to a square.

The entire square was extremely huge. At least hundreds of tables had been set up at this time, almost full of monks. There were only some empty seats on the main seats in front and in the corners behind. Most of the monks present were Jindan monks. There were also foundation-building monks like Qingyang, but there were only a dozen of them. As for the Nascent Soul monks, there were even fewer. There were only seven or eight in total. All of them had expressionless faces. Sitting on the main seat, they didn't say a word to each other for a long time.

Qingyang glanced at the crowd, and unexpectedly found two familiar people. Who else could they be if they weren't Holding the Altar Sanren and Raising a Glass Sanren? After staying on a spiritual boat for ten years, Qingyang knows these two people fairly well. They are different from Qingyang's good wine. They are addicted to alcohol. If they have a spiritual stone, they can drink spiritual wine. If they don't have a spiritual stone, ordinary wine will do. , as long as it is wine, almost everyone will come, and I will be drunk every day.

These two people are indeed from the Drunkard Sect, and their noses are really good. They came earlier than Qingyang. Being able to pass the screening at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion shows that this Drunkard Sect still has some background.

However, the two of them were not highly cultivated and did not dare to join the Yuanying monks and the Golden Core monks. They just sat with a few Foundation-building monks and seemed to be exchanging wine tasting experiences.

Qingyang's cultivation level was not high, and he did not go to the high-level monks to ask for trouble. He walked towards Baotan Sanren Master and Disciple. When they saw Qingyang, the two of them were a little surprised, but considering that Qingyang had raised a group of alcoholic bees, it was impossible that he didn't have spirit wine on his body, so it seemed normal to appear here.

After exchanging a few words of greetings, Baotan Sanren introduced to Qingyang the several foundation-building monks around him. Some of these people come from wine-making families, and they were able to show up at this wine tasting party with the accumulation of knowledge accumulated over generations. Some of them got one by chance. The good spiritual wine on the altar took this opportunity to come over to meet the world and try to get lucky. Some of them just had some inextricable relationship with the city lord's palace, and they only managed to get through to such a person who showed up at the wine tasting party through connections. Chance.