Liu Xiaoshan said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for reminding me. Since Brother Zhang is the landlord, please let Brother Zhang drink from the cup first."
Zhang Mingyuan carefully sealed the mud from the jar with his big hands, and poured a stream of white liquid into the celadon bowl in front of him.
He held the big bowl in both hands, his face was solemn, the true energy in his body surged, and a purple electric light shuttled between the texture of his skin from time to time. Seeing Zhang Mingyuan's cautious expression, Chen Yunsheng became more and more worried about Liu Xiaoshan, although he
Knowing that this woman would not bet unless she was sure of winning, when he heard Zhang Mingyuan's opening confession, he couldn't help but start to worry about her again.
After Zhang Mingyuan drank half a stick of incense from the first bowl of wine, the purple lightning on his body became as thick as a thumb, and flashed faster. The spiritual energy in his body was rapidly dissolving the power of the wine. Even so
, Zhang Mingyuan also felt a little dizzy and his eyes were straight.
Liu Xiaoshan picked up the sea bowl lightly, but she did not see any movement. The bowl of wine disappeared in an instant. The celadon bowl was extremely clean, not even a trace of the wine was left.
Looking at her again, her face did not change, her anger did not come out, and her expression was the same as before. Zhang Mingyuan was a little dumbfounded. He stared at her big eyes and watched Liu Xiaoshan's movements carefully. There was nothing wrong with her.
There was no disturbance in the aura around her. "What the hell, is this woman born with a good drinker?" Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but have a sudden thought in his heart.
Liu Xiaoshan looked at him with a smile and said sweetly: "Brother Zhang, keep going. Could it be that that bowl of wine just now was too strong and you still need to rest for a while?"
Zhang Mingyuan couldn't bear the squeeze, so he immediately filled his wine bowl and said with a smile: "Miss Liu, who do you think I am, Lao Zhang? How can you treat me with just one bowl?" After that, he raised his head.
Neck, the bowl bottomed out, and I drank more efficiently than the first bowl just now.
Liu Xiaoshan gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother Zhang is indeed the number one hero in Tingfeng Valley. My little sister admires him so much that she has no choice but to sacrifice her life to accompany him." She filled the wine bowl and imitated Zhang Mingyuan's example, and took a sip.
When it was done, the bottom of the bowl was clean with no water stains.
At this time, Zhang Mingyuan felt his temples beating wildly, and several streaks of blood appeared in his eyes. Purple lightning swam around his body like a spiritual snake, making a "crackling" sound. The faces of Chen Yunsheng and Liu Xiaoshan opposite him were...
My eyes are still a little blurry.
At this time, Chen Yunsheng finally let go of his worries. This Miss Liu must have done some tricks. As for what methods were used, he didn't know but he didn't bother to know. Now he came to a conclusion. Whoever provoked
This ninth princess will definitely not end well.
Seeing that Zhang Mingyuan was already a little drunk, Liu Xiaoshan pretended to be concerned and said: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I heard that your limit is only two bowls. Why don't you just admit defeat and keep fighting? Xiaoshan is really worried
Something happened to Brother Zhang's health. Others formed elixirs with golden elixirs, but the elixirs that Brother Zhang formed must be wine elixirs. If the wine elixirs are broken, no elixir can cure it."
Zhang Mingyuan looked at the "three bowls" on the table and said loudly: "Come on, Lao Zhang will challenge the limit. Let's see who is better, the little girl with a pockmarked face, or the best wine master in Fenggu, as I heard."
Now, Liu Xiaoshan's face was so angry that there was no trace of blood. Brother Zhang had reached this point and still didn't forget to squeeze her. Chen Yunsheng next to him was already smiling, and Liu Xiaoshan looked at him with mild anger and anger.
He had no choice but to hold it back, but his expression became even weirder.
Zhang Mingyuan filled the third bowl swayingly, looked at the two people opposite him with a slightly demented look, and then pointed at the wine bowl in front of him, meaning that I was about to start drinking. Liu Xiaoshan said coldly: "Please
."
Zhang Mingyuan drank every last drop of the third bowl of wine, and a burst of fire suddenly shot up from his stomach to the heavenly spirit. The spiritual energy in his body could no longer suppress the majestic smell of alcohol, and it no longer surged through his meridians.
It was spiritual energy, but the smell of alcohol. His face turned purple, and the lightning surrounding his body was already as thick as the mouth of a bowl. The purple electric light caught people's eyes. Chen Yunsheng pulled Liu Xiaoshan behind him, and then pulled Liu Xiaoshan behind him.
Seventy-two pieces of Huntian Huangyang Jade Armor were taken out and laid out in front of him. He was worried that Zhang Mingyuan would not be able to resolve the huge spiritual energy contained in the wine, and would suddenly go berserk and injure Liu Xiaoshan.
At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan only felt that the world was spinning, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't exert any strength in his body. However, he wanted to find something to vent in his heart. Pictures of his life flashed before his eyes. He became a disciple when he was young, and left his parents.
, practicing alone in the valley, unable to accompany his two elders even after his parents passed away. He stood alone next to his parents' graves, crying alone, letting the autumn wind howl, the flowers in front of him were bleak, and the maple leaves were like fire, but his parents
Not waiting is so sad.
Cultivation of immortality, cultivation of immortality, why do you cultivate? He has become indifferent to family ties and forgotten friendship. Is this what he is pursuing? From then on, he began to indulge in wine, whether it was ordinary wine or immortal wine. The stronger the wine, the more satisfying he was.
He has forgotten his past. Perhaps only on a cold winter night, drunk alone, can he recall the happiness at the beginning of his life.
Zhang Mingyuan collapsed. Although the name "Three Bowls of Pour" was crude, it was appropriate. He really couldn't drink the third bowl.
Liu Xiaoshan blinked her starry eyes, thoughtfully. She was moved by the bone-chilling sadness that appeared on Zhang Mingyuan's face just now. It turned out that this rough man also had sad things in the past. Just now he had vowed to take revenge on the Ninth Princess.
Now compassion is beginning to flow again.
Chen Yunsheng looked at the drunk Zhang Mingyuan and asked curiously: "How did you drink two bowls of strong liquor?"
Liu Xiaoshan looked at him with a smile and said, "Xiaoshan really drank in his own belly. How can I drink a lot?"
Chen Yunsheng saw the smile in her eyes and knew that she was teasing him, so he said sternly: "Your methods are really powerful. Brother Zhang's golden elixir cultivation and sharp vision have been hidden by you."
Liu Xiaoshan said sweetly: "Do you know that I am the body of Kuijing? Carrying some drinks is not a problem. Not to mention that he is a Jindan cultivator. Even the Nascent Soul Immortal can't tell the difference."
"Xiaoshan, we can't go too far. Brother Zhang has always been very kind and has helped me many times. This time I have to ask someone for help again. You must be merciful."
"I know, but the smell of alcohol here is too strong, so let's stay outside the cave."
…
The sky was bright, a red sun was hanging in the east, and the east side of Tingfeng Valley was full of life. Both the metasequoias and the low roses, which were more than ten feet high, were covered with a layer of fiery red, making them unparalleled in beauty.
Liu Xiaoshan sat on the rock, swinging his legs gently, staring at his lover in front of the cave. Chen Yunsheng had just finished practicing the 64th Fengming Sword Technique, but the details of the sword technique were not complete, otherwise it would take him a whole morning
There is not enough time to practice it again. As long as he does not retreat, practicing swordsmanship every morning has become an unbreakable habit of Chen Yunsheng. Every time he stops, he can get some insights from the previous practice.
In addition to meditating and practicing Qi on a daily basis, monks must also practice some auxiliary magic formulas, otherwise they will have nothing to display their spiritual energy. Strictly speaking, Chen Yunsheng's Fengming Sword Technique is a method of controlling weapons. A monk does not use it to control weapons.
Once you get a magical weapon, you can manipulate it with ease by memorizing the formula. Although it is relatively easy for a Danjie monk to manipulate his own magical weapon, if you want to take the head of an opponent hundreds of miles away, it is bound to reach the sky.
.
Imagine two monks each using magic weapons to fight in the air. There are six directions to choose from, up, down, left, front and back. The probability of being able to touch the two treasures together is very small. If they have to do this, the person who controls the magic weapon will have no skill in handling the weapon.
You have to be very clever. Therefore, monks generally do not use their own magic weapons and magic weapons to compete with the opponent's magic weapons and magic weapons in the air. Instead, they look at the openings of the other monks and launch a thunderous strike to attack Huanglong.
Of course, there are two exceptions. For example, if two monks want to compare the advantages and disadvantages of the treasures in their hands, they can control the two treasures to fight in the air. There are also situations when using treasures to defend yourself, such as when the opponent stabs you with a sword and is struck by the sword.
The attacking monk would naturally use his magic weapon to stop the opponent's flying sword in front of him.
All in all, imperial weaponry is also a profound and delicate knowledge. It should be noted that no monk can stand still and let people attack. Take Chen Yunsheng's Fengming Sword Technique as an example. The direction of each sword strike depends on the direction used.
There are many things to pay attention to in terms of strength and angle of cutting. Many monks' body-protecting divine light is not evenly distributed, so it is very important to choose the angle of the knife. The sword technique only needs to kill the enemy, and you must not use too much force, otherwise if you are killed,
The other party avoids it, and you cannot recall the magic weapon in time. This situation is more passive than passive. Of course, there are good and bad methods for controlling weapons, and they cannot be discussed in the same way.
Therefore, a very important lesson for a monk is to practice the art of wielding weapons. Although Chen Yunsheng cannot yet turn the two swords into his own magic weapon, this does not have a big impact on his understanding of the subtlety of the art of wielding weapons.
At this time, the door of Zhang Mingyuan's cave opened, and a haggard man walked out. Liu Xiaoshan's wonderful eyes swept over him, and he immediately jumped down from the rock, came to Zhang Mingyuan, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang's wine is named after
It's really appropriate - 'Three bowls of pouring', my little sister didn't drink enough last night, why don't we drink three more bowls?"
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes widened, as if he saw a monster, and he said in a slightly narrow tone: "What else are you drinking? If you drink any more, you will die. That's all. You two come here. I'm willing to admit defeat and tell you."
Luo Zhiqing’s matter.”
Liu Xiaoshan curled his lips and said, "I don't know how to understand, what's the meaning of old-fashioned stories." After saying that, he jumped to the side like a little rabbit, not even looking at Zhang Mingyuan.
"You, you, you, aren't you trying to kill a certain family?" Zhang Mingyuan knew very well what would be the consequences of not fulfilling his promise. At this time, he was so angry that he was shaking like chaff.
Chen Yunsheng on the side couldn't stand it any longer and hurriedly reconciled. He coughed dryly and said: "Xiaoshan, since Brother Zhang is willing to admit defeat, don't be so stubborn. Let's listen to Luo Zhiqing's story together."
Liu Xiaoshan looked at Zhang Mingyuan and said with a smile: "Can you listen to this story?"
Zhang Mingyuan said with a dark face: "Yes, yes, please come in."