Drunk Immortal Gourd

After the spirit wine entered his stomach, a hot energy instantly rushed into his internal organs. Qingyang felt his whole body warm up. Then the energy spread to various parts of his body, and actually made subtle changes to his body. Qingyang had only eaten grapes before, and knew that grapes played a significant role in improving his cultivation. After the spirit wine was brewed, he never had time to taste it. Now after drinking it, he realized that the effect of the brewed grape spirit wine was completely different from simply eating grapes.

One is to increase cultivation, and the other is to nourish the body and strengthen the body's defense ability. Cultivators generally have strong souls but low defense, which is exactly the opposite of monsters. If the body is strengthened, wouldn't it just make up for the shortcomings?

Previously, at the City Lord's Mansion, he only added a small amount of the monkey spirit wine, which greatly improved the level of the monkey spirit wine, and won the second place in the wine tasting. This shows that the level of this grape spirit wine has exceeded the Nascent Soul level, which has a significant effect on Nascent Soul cultivators. Qingyang is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so the effect of this spirit wine on him can be imagined. With just a small cup, Qingyang felt that his body's defense ability has improved a lot.

Qingyang has learned about the body training of cultivators. It is extremely difficult, and in the process of training, they have to endure inhuman pain. Now, just a small cup of spirit wine has strengthened his defense. The effect is really amazing.

Of course, with Qingyang's strength, he can't drink too much spirit wine of such a high level. He spent a long time to slowly digest the cup just now.

The sloppy Taoist kept watching Qingyang. Seeing that he had digested the cup of spiritual wine, he smiled and said, "From your appearance, it seems that this is also your first time to drink this spiritual wine. How does it feel?"

Qingyang recalled: "Just now, after drinking a cup of spiritual wine, I felt that the blood and qi in my body were activated, and my physical fitness was greatly improved. This spiritual wine not only tastes great and makes people have endless aftertaste, but more importantly, its efficacy is also amazing. It can be said to be a rare delicacy in the world."

The sloppy Taoist nodded and said, "Yes, this is indeed a rare delicacy in the world. I can only drink but not brew wine. I don't know how many years I haven't drunk this kind of spiritual wine. Today I am lucky. Come, you can also try my two side dishes."

Although only Jindan cultivators can completely fast, Qingyang has been in seclusion for most of these years. In order to save time, he usually takes fasting pills and rarely eats other food. I don't know where the two plates of side dishes of the sloppy Taoist came from. They are delicious and steaming, which makes people's appetites open at a glance. Qingyang didn't hesitate to pick up the chopsticks and eat.

The two plates of appetizers were also good stuff. Although they couldn't compare to Qingyang's spiritual wine, they seemed just right for Qingyang's cultivation. After being eaten and digested, they turned into little bits of energy and spread throughout the body, complementing the spiritual wine and also having a certain effect on body refining. It seemed that the two plates of appetizers prepared by the sloppy Taoist priest had taken some time to prepare.

With wine and food, and no outsiders to disturb them, the two of them came and went, drinking in the hall. They drank and chatted, Qingyang talked about some strange stories he had experienced, and the sloppy Taoist priest talked about the local customs and customs of various places. The two people who had never met before actually drank more and more happily, and soon it was like they had known each other for many years.

The sloppy Taoist was indeed a strange man. He could drink as much as he wanted. It seemed that he could drink as much as he wanted. Every time Qingyang drank a glass of spiritual wine, he had to spend a lot of time to digest it. Therefore, most of the half of the spiritual wine went into the stomach of the sloppy Taoist. However, Qingyang did not feel any pity. Instead, he felt very happy. He had not drunk as much as he did today for a long time.

In a trance, he seemed to think of the days when he was with his master when he was a child. Every time he drank in Xiping Temple, it was the same. A jar of wine, two plates of simple side dishes, and the two sat on both sides. Taoist Songhe was an old drunkard and could drink as much wine as possible. Qingyang was young and his alcohol tolerance was not enough. Occasionally, he would get drunk and his face would turn red. In the blink of an eye, decades had passed. Everything was different. Such days would never come back.

Perhaps it was because the spiritual wine was really powerful, or perhaps it was because of the scene that made him emotional. Before he knew it, Qingyang felt drunk. His expression gradually became dazed, and finally he fell to the ground with his head tilted.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingyang's drunkenness faded away, and his eyes slowly opened. Thinking of the previous situations, he sat up suddenly. What happened? How could he get drunk? How could he get drunk without any defense in front of an outsider? He was an old monk who had practiced for decades, why did he make such a low-level mistake?

He looked around and saw that it was still the broken temple, and the statue was still leaning to one side, but the sloppy Taoist was gone. The wine jar, the side dishes, and even the bowls, chopsticks, and wine glasses were gone. Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. What happened just now? Where did this sloppy Taoist go? Could it be that he remembered it wrong, there was no sloppy Taoist at all, and everything was just a dream?

But the previous things were so real, and it didn't seem like a dream at all. Qingyang felt it carefully, and his body's defense ability was much stronger than before. Even if it couldn't compare with the Jindan monk, it was probably not much worse. This was the effect of his grape spirit wine, which meant that the drinking with the sloppy Taoist before was not false, but what about him?

Qingyang released his spiritual thoughts and searched the entire ruined temple, but did not find the figure of the sloppy Taoist. It seemed that he was really gone. Qingyang couldn't help but shook his head and walked away. Why should he worry about gains and losses? This sloppy Taoist was so powerful that he, as a foundation-building monk, simply couldn't come into contact with him. The dragon's appearance was in line with the status of this sloppy Taoist. .

Although he paid for most of the jar of Grape Spirit Wine, and the other party also gave him nine Wind and Fire Tokens, it was not a loss. Both parties drank the wine very happily. If we are destined, we can always meet again in the future.

Thinking of this, Qingyang stood up and prepared to return to the inn. He had been away for several days this time, and he didn't know how the others were doing. More importantly, the Yinfengji Fire Cave was only open for half a year, which affected his own pill formation. This important matter cannot be delayed any longer.

He reached out to pick up the futon on the ground and was about to put it in the storage talisman when he heard a crisp sound and a small jade talisman fell to the ground. Qingyang was a little puzzled. He actually had some jade slips on his body that had such jade talismans. It seems that it has never happened before, and he would not put small things like jade slips and jade talismans together with the futon. Where did this jade talisman come from? How come it appears here?