Spirit Sword Sovereign

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After quitting the work of the library, Li Chunfeng carried a wine gourd freely and hurried to Chu Xingyun's courtyard to stay.

Although Li Chunfeng was young and unruly, his girlfriends were in groups, but as he fell into flames, those girlfriends disappeared. Who would marry a waste person?

Therefore, although he is more than one hundred and fifty years old, Li Chunfeng does not have a wife and children. He is alone, and he feels free and easy to go where he wants to go.

Back in the courtyard, Chu Xingyun asked for the first time, why did he have to choose which wind to cut?

Facing Chu Xingyun's inquiry, Li Chunfeng didn't answer. He sat there, sighing and sighing with the wine gourd in his hand: "Oops ... this is no wine, I can't take anything to do anything."

Shaking his head helplessly, Chu Xingyun was not much nonsense. Between the waves of his right hand, a white jade carved wine jar appeared in front of Li Chunfeng.

From the real spirit world to this world of heaven and earth, Chu Xingyun didn't bring anything else, except for beautiful wine, he brought a lot.

When starting from the true spirit world, Chu Xingyun was in a very poor state. The water flowed away, and Ye Qianhan also returned to the ice cave. Whether it was the body, the soul, or the heart, Chu Xingyun was hurt.

At that time, only wine can paralyze him, so that he can spend every day and night.

Therefore, during that time, Chu Xingyun kept his hands on the wine and had to drink a few sips anytime and anywhere.

It was not until the world of Qiankun was reached that there was hope again, and Chu Xingyun gradually quit drinking. After all ... the harm of wine to spiritual practice is known to everyone. Chu Xingyun's self-control is still very tyrannical.

In the two years of Xingkong Ancient Road, Chu Xingyun drank a lot, but no matter how much he drank, it was not as much as he brought.

Chu Xingyun gave up thousands of miles and mountains, and gave up gold and silver treasures, but he was inseparable from the wine.

Therefore, before leaving, he took all the ice pith wine from Jiuhan Palace and took it away, leaving none of the altars, a full ten thousand altars!

Jiuhan Palace is located in the north pole of the True Spirit Continent. It is cold enough to drip into ice. Below the spirit level, there is simply no way to survive in that environment for a long time.

In cold regions, wine is naturally heavy, although Jiuhan Palace is a woman, but drinking has never been divided between men and women.

This ice pith wine is brewed by the spirit grass and Baiguo in Jiuhangong's northern wilderness area. It is full of aura and very strong.

This ice pulp wine can be described as a drop of gold, which is too precious. Only the Jiuhan Palace, like this, crushed the existence of the entire northern wasteland before it was brewed.

Not to mention the price of this ice pith wine, the price of the Baiyu wine jar containing this wine is exaggerated.

This wine jar is made of sheep fat nephrite and looks like a small altar, but the inner wall of the wine jar is engraved with space patterns, and the volume inside is very large.

Each of these wine jars is truly a king! Not only can wine be filled, this nephrite is warm and fragrant, it can also raise wine, giving ice pulp a unique, full of aura.

This seems to be a wine jar of the size of a human head, but it can hold ten large tanks of fine wine. Even when Chu Xingyun was on the ancient Xingkong Road and drank with wine for two years, he did not drink three jars.

The altar that Chu Xingyun brought out now is the rest after drinking.

Although he is already dissatisfied, as long as Li Chunfeng does not take wine as a meal, at least enough for Li Chunfeng to drink for a year.

Seeing Chu Xingyun take out such a small wine jar, Li Chunfeng didn't care much at first, opened the mouth of the jar, and poured the wine into the gourd.

You know, Li Chunfeng's wine gourd is not a general product. It is also carved with a space pattern. At least it can hold a large jar of fine wine. This small jar can only be used as a bottom.

When Li Chunfeng wanted to come, this small jar of wine was poured in just a few seconds.

But I never thought that this fell, and it fell for more than ten seconds.

It didn't stop there, until he filled the whole gourd, but the wine in the jar still gurgled and spilled onto the table, and suddenly ... the sky was full of wine.

As soon as he smelled this kind of wine, Li Chunfeng was full of energy. When did he smell this kind of wine?

Ice pith is a resource in the barren and northern barren regions. The fine wine brewed from it is a necessity of life in Jiuhan Palace.

This ice pith is made from ten thousand years of snow lotus, ginseng, poria, ganoderma lucidum, etc. It is brewed with 100 kinds of Lingguo, and these Lingguo come from the whole northern wasteland.

Ice pulp wine is the most important material of Jiuhan Palace and the most luxurious enjoyment. Its high quality is absolutely impossible to find even if it is rich and prosperous.

Unless one day, the world of Qiankun is unified by an emperor, and then collects the world's resources, it is possible to brew a wine like ice pith.

Otherwise, even if it can be brewed, it will cost a lot of manpower and material resources. The final result will certainly be only a little bit pitiful.

Hiss ...

In a hurry to straighten the wine jar, Li Chunfeng couldn't care about anything else, he directly put his mouth on the table, and sucked the ice pith flowing on the table into his mouth at full speed.

As for dirty? Don't know if alcohol can be disinfected? What's dirty!

As long as it does not flow to the ground and is mixed into the soil, it is drinkable.

This may be wrong, but for Li Chunfeng, how can such a good wine be wasted!

Every drop of ice pith is his life!

Watching Li Chunfeng lying on the table was a lick, and Chu Xingyun frowned uncontrollably.

I wanted to tell him that there was still a lot of wine, enough for him to drink for ten thousand years, but Chu Xingyun soon gave up.

Once this thing is too much, he doesn't feel precious anymore, so he doesn't cherish it anymore, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Li Chunfeng is good wine, and ice-pith wine attracts him. Still afraid that he won't work hard, don't he work hard?

Thinking of this, Chu Xingyun waved his right hand, and the wine jar on the table suddenly disappeared.

what!

Seeing Chu Xingyun put away the wine altar, Li Chunfeng was stunned and immediately regretted. He knew that today, he should have made the big point of the gourd, and he would have suffered a great loss.

Li Chunfeng is a good wine. For more than 150 years, he has drunk countless spirits and fine wines. For wine, he is absolutely qualified to taste.

This ice pith wine has an aura at the entrance, which contains the aura of a hundred herbs and the aroma of a hundred fruits. Such a wine can only be compared with the legendary fairy wine, agar pulp and jade liquor.

Looking at Li Chunfeng's mourning examination, Chu Xingyun Qiang smiled and said: "Okay, now I can talk about it, why must I choose this wind cut?"

"This wine ... see if you can ... give it again ..." Looking pitifully at Chu Xingyun, Li Chunfeng pleaded.

Frowning, Chu Xingyun said: "Don't tell me that you don't know the preciousness of this wine. I already knew that your gourd is so big. I'm not willing to give you that much."

This……

Looking at Chu Xingyun with a wry smile, Li Chunfeng also knew that the value of this gourd wine alone was inestimable.

However, for a drunkard, you let him sell the wine, it is almost to kill them!

Shaking his head, Li Chunfeng said: "Okay, you gourd wine, I don't take you in vain, I don't want to pay this year's salary, but you have to take care of it, otherwise I will starve to death." After glancing at Li Chunfeng, Chu Xingyun said: "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, why should I choose Blast!"