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The brewing method of ice knives is also a secret.

In fact, every disciple of Zuiyang Peak must protect his unique secret wine, not to mention leaking the formula, even if it is for others to drink, it cannot be easily tried, often only close relatives can communicate with each other.

Because once the formula of the unique secret wine is cracked and the method of sobering up is found, then the unique cultivation method of Zuiyang Peak will be abolished for most of this person.

This truth does not need Liu Qingmei to say, Feng Linye also clearly understands it.

However, speaking of the two, they are already in a relationship with fellow practitioners. In comparison... Liu Qingmei's leaked formula is not a big deal.

"A pot of ice-knife brewing actually used thirty-three highly poisonous ingredients to assist, if it weren't for the fact that Bing Lingzhi was used as a medicinal primer, it played a comprehensive role. I almost thought that this was a direct and fatal poisonous wine. You are a person and work. It's really cold outside and tough inside, it's easy to go to extremes." Feng Linxen's words seemed to be just a wry smile, but in fact, he didn't mean to remind Liu Qingmei.

Strictly speaking, Feng Linye has been using Liu Qingmei.

However, Liu Qingmei's current assistance has also touched Feng Linye. He is not a bloodless, tearless, inhumane hard-hearted.

Liu Qingmei was silent for a while, and then looked into the distance with slightly dull eyes, and said lightly: "The hatred is raging like a raging fire, and it will be unforgettable for a moment. I'm afraid I'm already heartbroken..."

Feng Lin night nodded and said nothing.

The conversation between the two seems to be on the same level, but in fact, the bull's head is wrong. Liu Qingmei deliberately staggered Feng Linxen's reminder, and gave a negative answer from the side.

The half-month period is coming.

Feng Linye stood in front of the Zuiyang Tower.

This small wooden building with only three floors is on the top of Zuiyang Peak, surrounded by wine jars of different shapes and scents of wine.

Most of these wine jars belonged to the masters of Zuiyang Peak in the past, and of course there are also some, which are the imprints left by the disciples who have made outstanding contributions to Zuiyang Peak.

Being able to put one's own wine jar outside the Zuiyang Tower is a rare honor for the disciples of Zuiyang Peak.

An old man whose head was half black and half white, with a strong twilight in his eyes, sat on the steps in front of the Zuiyang Building, slowly drinking the wine from the water-blue jade pot, even though the aroma of the wine was complex and strong. At the same time, the aroma of the liquor in the jug in the old man's hand is still clear and attractive.

Liu Qingmei, who sent Lin Wan over, respectfully called out 'Pulse Master'.

There is no doubt that this old man who looks more like a sweeper is the current pulse owner of Zuiyang Peak, Yinhai Zhenren.

"Go in when you're here!" Yinhai Zhenren waved his hand without raising his eyelids.

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The two gates at the main entrance of Zuiyang Tower were suddenly pushed open by the strong wind.

The trembling door trembled with fine sand, and this Zuiyang Building... seems to have not been opened for a long time, and no one even came to clean it.

"In a place of inheritance, you have come up with such a posture that seems to have been abandoned for a long time...?" Feng Linwen was even more vigilant in his heart, and at the same time he had already detained Crewe. Before that, Feng Linwen had Say goodbye to Crewe, when his 'ruler' distinguishes between reality and fantasy.

With the existence of Kluba, Feng Linxun has enough confidence to bravely enter the Drunk Sun Tower.

Follow the slightly mottled steps to the door of Zuiyang Tower.

Standing at the door and peeping in, it was pitch black.

Stepping into the threshold with one foot, there are two worlds inside and outside.

At this time, Feng Linxuan realized that he was standing on the bow of a painting boat, behind him were red lanterns, gorgeous spinning, elegantly dressed girls, and dancers dancing happily.

A boat full of visitors to Tanhua, shouting happily, making noise, some people sing poems against each other, some people scold the court, some people make generous remarks, and some people are full of lost words.

On the shore of the wide lake, it is a school of brilliant lights.

The lanterns in the mountains are dotted with overlapping terraces, and the swaying drizzle is like a ribbon wrapping everything in front of you, adding countless graces to this swaying country.

On the lake, far away came the singing voice of the singer.

"It's not love of Fengchen, it seems to be misunderstood by the front edge."

"When the flowers bloom, the monarch Lai Dong will always be there."

"If you go, you have to go, and how to live! If you get mountain flowers all over your head, don't ask where the slaves will go..."

All the visions, all the scenery, all the things, like a painting, a scene, a poem, a movie, come to me, come into view, and then... fascinating.

"Knowing it's fake, I can't wait for it to come true! Zuiyang Tower... It really lives up to its reputation!" Feng Linwan sighed in his heart.

Ordinary fantasy, what you want is true.

They often use certain means to touch the fragility of people's hearts, make illusions come true, and break people's defenses.

The illusion in the Zuiyang Tower, however, does the opposite.

From the moment Feng Linxun entered, he knew... everything he saw, heard, and saw was all fake. They are all illusions fabricated by illusions, and they are phantoms that guide a certain scene in his heart and reflect.

But it happens... that this is a fake thing, Feng Linxuan suddenly sincerely, wishing it was real.

"Qinhuai two sides of the Strait, who wouldn't want to go?" Feng Linwen shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He has never been to Qinhuai, and he has never seen the legendary Qinhuai.

Whether it is a past life or this life, this legendary place carries too much glitz, as well as men's extravagant expectations for 'wine color'.

For the past life, it was a punctuation mark in books, film and television works.

As for this life, maybe...there will be an opportunity to enter a certain world and see a similar scenery. But not this name, not this scene, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is not it after all.

"But... to me, this can only be regarded as a small yearning and regret, and it is not even worth mentioning. Why do you think that such a fantasy is enough to trap me, so that I can't find true power, and even more so? Encountered danger?" Feng Linwan frowned, feeling really puzzled.

"There are two possibilities. First... The real intention of Yinhai Zhenren may be exactly the opposite of what I had guessed before. He didn't want to stop me at all, and he was even willing to fulfill me. As for the reason, I don't know for the time being. Two, that is, this is not a single, simple fantasy, but like a dream in a dream, the fantasy is superimposed with fantasy, it will peel off my defenses layer by layer like a frog in warm water, and finally let me Addicted." Thinking of this, Feng Linxen directly pulled out Kru.

"What do you think about this place?" Feng Linwan asked.

Kluba's answer surprised Feng Linye: "I didn't see anything."

"What? Aren't you the master of dreams? Shouldn't this method of using illusions to create hallucinations look like an axe in front of you?" Feng Linye was shocked.

"I am indeed the master of dreams, but I'm not drunk! No matter what you see... Maybe it's true for you!" Kluba has been following Feng Linxen all the time. He has also understood, and perhaps has his own insights.

Feng Linwen was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly... recalled the real Yinhai who was sitting in front of the steps drinking.

And the smell of wine that drifted over.

"I see the world with drunk eyes, and the world sees me as it should be... I see! I'm already drunk, so the world seems fake, but I'm drunk... so it's real, not fiction."

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