I, Goldfinger

After a while, a rich middle-aged man walked into the Zuixianlou and said with a smile on his face: “Welcome everyone to my Zuixianlou as a guest!” I am the treasurer of Zuixianlou, Wang Fugui! ”

“Good Treasurer Wang!”

“The king treasurer has not been seen for many days, and the demeanor is still the same!”

……

Everyone greeted, did not dare to underestimate him.

Wang Treasurer looks very rich, looking like a businessman, but he is actually a powerful master, who has been following the predecessor of the God of Wine, helping him take care of some mundane affairs, and saying a word in the Drunken Immortal City.

“Thank you for remembering me!” Wang Treasurer smiled and said without seeing his eyebrows: “Presumably everyone is in a hurry, I won’t bother with my lips!” If you want to drink the drunken immortal brew brewed by the Dionysian seniors, you need to pass the test of the old-timers! We old-timers are childlike and like to set up various levels to test you, and only by passing the test can you drink good wine, and this time is no exception! ”

“Bacchus seniors have set up a total of three levels this time, and each level has a wine reward! How much you can get, depends on your creation! Well, let’s not say much, serve the wine! Wang Treasurer waved his hand.

Suddenly, several fairy-like waiters came up with wine glasses and distributed them to some people’s hands.

Among them, Lin Beifan got the most, with a total of 10 glasses of wine.

From the wine glass, a rich aroma of wine wafts out, and when you smell it, you are fascinated, it is the drunken immortal brew, and the immortals will get drunk when they drink it.

Everyone was surprised: “Wang Treasurer, why didn’t you divide the wine before the test?” ”

“Because the test of the first level has ended, only a few people have passed the test, that is, everyone present who can get the wine.” Wang Treasurer said with a smile.

“The test is over? We don’t know when it started…”

“Just a few days ago!” The smile on the face of the king treasurer remained unchanged, and said: “At that time, the senior Dionysian dressed up as an old beggar to ask for wine from everyone, and only a few of the people present gave the Dionysian senior wine!” Therefore, the courtesy is still exchanged, and the senior Dionysian now returns the wine to you. It’s the test of level 1! ”

“It’s actually the old beggar!”

“I already knew that I gave him a drink, and missed the opportunity!”

“So sorry!”

……

Suddenly many people were annoyed.

This is the easiest way to get immortal wine, but they miss it plainly.

“Junior Brother, your luck is really…” Liu Thrush shook his head, there were tens of thousands of disciples present, only a few people could get it, Lin Beifan was one of them, 1/10,000 chance.

“I almost missed it!” Master brother Hua Yuluo was lucky, fortunately he didn’t stop it at that time, otherwise he would have missed the opportunity.

In this regard, Lin Beifan smiled slightly.

Shit luck, everything is strength!

At this time, there was another humane: “Why can Lin Beifan get 10 glasses of wine, while others can only get one glass of wine?” ”

“Because Lin Beifan paid the most wine, he took out 10 kinds of wine, although they were all ordinary wines, they were all unheard of wine by the old timers of the God of Wine, which made him very happy, so he gave a few more glasses!” Wang Treasurer smiled and said, “Of course, but any of you can also take out the wine that the Dionysian seniors have not drunk, and his old man is happy, and he will also give the wine down!” ”

Everyone shook their heads and rejected the idea.

Take out wine that Bacchusian seniors have not drunk?

Isn’t this a joke, what other wine has Bacchus seniors not drunk?

“Now, please pass the first level of Tianjiao to taste the Drunken Immortal Brew!” Wang Treasurer said: “Here I remind you Tianjiao, Drunken Immortal Brew is a very magical wine, no matter how high your cultivation is, you will get drunk when you drink it, the difference is only how many glasses you drink.” Like me, after three glasses you feel drunk. So please Tianjiao, taste slowly, don’t rush! ”

This seems to be specifically said to Lin Beifan.

Lin Beifan didn’t care, and sent the wine to Hua Yuluo, Liu Thrush and others, each Tianjiao had one cup in his hand, and he only left 6 cups, saying, “Everyone, use it slowly!” ”

“Junior Brother, how does this make it? It’s precious! Senior Brother shook his head and refused.

“This is Junior Brother’s chance, Senior Sister can’t ask for it!” Master sister also postponed.

Lin Beifan smiled and said, “Don’t worry, the rest is enough for me to open the next Nirvana!” ”

After hearing Lin Beifan say this, everyone did not shirk and drank it all.

In fact, for Lin Beifan, those wines were far from enough, but he had already set his sights on the wine cellar of the Dionysian senior, and there must be a lot of fine wine there for him to drink.

The little junior sister Ziyi stared at the wine in front of Lin Beifan and secretly swallowed her saliva. Glancing lightly at Lin Beifan, he saw that he was talking and laughing, and stretched out his little hand.

Lin Beifan suppressed down: “You are still young, you can’t drink!” ”

“Just take a sip, a small sip!” Ziyi put up a finger and pretended to be pitiful.

Lin Beifan didn’t listen: “If you want to be beautiful, you can’t take a bite!” ”

“Stingy senior brother!” Ziyi was still unwilling, staring tightly, and his little hands were about to move.

In order to completely cut off the little junior sister’s thoughts, Lin Beifan drank the remaining 6 glasses of wine. He felt a little dizzy in his head, and the blood in his body was boiling, pushing him to nirvana, but the situation was slow.

His body is too special, and if he wants to complete the 7th Nirvana, this wine alone is not enough.

“If you come one hundred and eighty cups again, you should be able to complete the 7th Nirvana!”

Lin Beifan estimated that he coveted the wine cellar of the God of Wine even more.

The Dionysian old-timer, who was watching the play upstairs, suddenly sneezed, and a bad feeling surged in his heart.

“Level 1 has passed, next level 2!” Wang Treasurer said loudly, “All of you present are the most outstanding disciples of our various sects, and there is no doubt about their cultivation. But martial arts alone can’t do it, you must also have literature, both civility and martial arts, in order to be called Tianjiao! So, our second level is composing poetry! ”

“It’s actually better than poetry?”

“How does this compare?”

……

All Tianjiao are shocked, the second level is actually compared to poetry?

Many people are very distressed, everyone present is an outstanding disciple of all sects, basically spending all their time on cultivation, they have always looked down on the dance text, and now they actually want to do poetry?

What can be done about this?