Ye Qian opened the green blood wine, and the green-red wine entered his stomach.
At first it was slightly spicy, but then started from the throat, spread to a small fire, and burned in the stomach. The taste was still the same as before, without any change.
Ye Qian chuckled softly and said with a smile: "Then your wife is the Widow Zhang who the noble master was spying on back then?"
"Haha, it is my wife who is now my daughter-in-law. She sent a letter back then, but the boy was still unwilling to come back, so I ran to the mountain gate where he practiced. When he didn't come out, I blocked the gate and cursed him for a long time. Even the head of their sect was scolded.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so that scoundrel came back to me to get married. At that time, I was a little reluctant, and now my life is not very good." The vendor was proud with a little pride.
"..." Ye Qian.
"Awesome!" Ye Qian sighed and gave a thumbs up sign, mourning for his son's sect leader.
"That's right, that evil son, no matter how highly cultivated he is, he is still my son!" The vendor said with a proud smile, adding the congratulated noodles with animal meat sauce, and handed it to Ye Qian, and continued: "Speaking of which, the Quan family
I haven’t seen the little girl for some years. She was beautiful when she was young, but she should look like a fairy now."
"Almost!" Ye Qian said vaguely. He had never seen what Quan Xiuxiu looked like, and he had no chance.
"A few days ago, the boy from the Wang family came here once. He said he was going somewhere quite far away. I didn't know when he would come back. I asked him if he could take the little girl from the Quan family with him, and he said he couldn't..." the hawker rambled on.
Ye Qian sighed inwardly and ate the noodles in silence.
"Let me tell you, practicing is important, and getting married is also important. Before, it was the little girl from the Quan family who wanted to travel far away, and now the boy from the Wang family wants to go far away. With all the delays, God knows when they will be able to settle down..." the vendor sighed.
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"The road is long, it depends on fate." Ye Qian said lightly. He suddenly thought of Yuan Xiaoxiao. The last time he went to look for it, Yuan Xiaoxiao had left the Immortal Demon Continent and traveled around the world. He didn't know where he went or where he was.
Come back in time.
"Yes, it all depends on fate." The vendor nodded in agreement, with an obvious hesitation on his face: "The boy from the Wang family said that he is following you, senior, now. I wonder if I can ask you a favor, senior?"
"Say." Ye Qian was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse. If it goes smoothly, he actually doesn't mind doing something good occasionally.
"My son and daughter-in-law have moved to the mountain gate where they practice. I will have to take care of my grandson in a while. I probably won't come back. I don't have anything else to worry about. I just owe the Wang family boy the wedding wine and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for him."
return.
His father and brothers all left the Southern Wasteland and went to the Fairy City. There is really no one to trust. I wonder if the senior can help bring the wedding wine I prepared to the Wang family boy, and then help me to say, I will watch them grow up.
Big, but I can’t wait until he gets married to the little girl from the Quan family, so I can only wish them happiness in my heart."
The vendor said with incomparable sincerity and expectation in his eyes.
"..." Ye Qian lost consciousness for a moment after hearing this. He looked at the hawker, his face was somewhat aged due to the wind and frost, and he expressed his sincere blessings to the young couple of King Power, Wealth and Power.
Ye Qian wanted to tell the vendor the truth, saying that the two had been married a long time ago, but on the day of the wedding, Quan Xiuxiu was opened to the secret realm by the blood sacrifice of his father Quan Yusheng, and had long since turned into withered bones in the grave.
Yusheng's head was sacrificed to Quan Xiuxiu.
From now on, there will no longer be Wang Fugui, a boy from the Wang family, but only Wang Quanfugui, an evil cultivator.
Looking at the hawker who was full of eager expectations, Ye Qian really couldn't say such a thing. He squeezed out a smile, nodded stiffly and said: "Okay, I will bring it to him."
"Thank you, senior." The vendor did not notice Ye Qian's strangeness, and bowed happily, and then said: "Senior, please come with me, the wine is in the cellar."
"Okay." Ye Qian finished the noodles in three gulps, held the wine jar and followed the vendor to a two-story building. In front of the building was a centuries-old jujube tree with lush branches and leaves, and some newly grown ones could be vaguely seen.
Little green dates.
The small building was a bit dilapidated. He opened the door, lit the oil lamp in the room, and Ye Qian entered. The furniture in the house was old, dusty, and piled with various debris, making it look a bit messy.
"The mother-in-law followed her son and daughter-in-law to the mountain gate. There are few people at home to take care of it, and I am too lazy to do it, which makes the seniors laugh." The vendor explained sheepishly.
"It's okay!" Ye Qian smiled understandingly.
The wine cellar is at the bottom of the small building. Open the door from the floor and go down the steps. Where you enter, a large wine jar about the height of a person is neatly placed in the wine cellar.
"The Wang family boy's wedding wine is placed inside. They met at my place when they were young, and I am very familiar with his father. This is fate. I was thinking at that time, if they really get married, I must have this wine.
, his father runs outside every day, preparing spiritual resources for his children, how can he have such thoughts, this is what I, an uncle, should do..."
The vendor was chattering as he moved forward. Under the dim light of the wine cellar, a long silhouette appeared.
Ye Qian followed behind silently, just listening.
"These two jars of wine weigh 500 kilograms each..." The vendor came to the end, pointed at the huge wine vat and said with a satisfied smile: "The one I chose was newly brewed on the day when the boy from the Wang family and the little girl from the Quan family met.
Liquor, now I have a baby of thirty years."
"Then I will accept it for him." Ye Qian waved his hand and put the two large jars of wine into the storage ring.
"There are two other altars. Senior, please come with me..." The vendor took out a shovel from the corner, walked out of the wine cellar with Ye Qian, and came to the jujube tree outside the small building.
Wielding a shovel, the vendor worked hard to dig under the tree. After a while, he revealed a dense collection of small wine jars weighing a kilogram under the ground.
The vendor carefully identified them, took out two of the jars, carefully cleaned the soil in the jars, then handed them to Ye Qian, and said with a simple and honest smile: "The thousand kilograms of wine are for the guests to drink.
The two altars were handed down from my ancestors for hundreds of years, and were used by the Wang family boy and the Quan family girl to drink wine during their wedding night."
"..." When Ye Qian heard the words, he opened and closed his lips, and his throat felt a little dry. It took him a while to utter one word: "Okay!"
"Then please leave it to me, senior!" the hawker thanked him.
"Are you selling the wine in your cellar?" Ye Qian asked.
"Sell it. I originally thought of leaving as soon as it's sold out, but it still depends on the situation. I also miss my grandson." The vendor said a little embarrassed.
"Sell them all to me." Ye Qian said.
"Ah..." the hawker was stunned, and said with a bit of dissuasion: "It's more than 30,000 kilograms. You don't need to buy that much at once. You have to tell me when to go. If you really want it, I will give you one."
A thousand catties is enough, but it’s not worth much anyway.”
"It's okay. I still have thousands or tens of thousands of years to live, and I can finish drinking." Ye Qian said calmly, there are thousands of years, and tens of thousands of years will require him to break through and enter the Taoist realm, and continue to move forward along the road.
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"Thousands and tens of thousands of years?" The hawker was shocked and froze, asking, "Senior Realm?"
"Haha, just kidding, it's far worse..." Ye Qian smiled heartily.
The hawker let out a heavy breath, these words were too scary.
Ye Qian patted the hawker on the shoulder and led him back to the wine cellar, arm in arm.
In front of him, he put more than 30,000 kilograms of green blood wine into the storage ring.
Leaving the wine cellar again, Ye Qian stood under the jujube tree and thought for a while. He did not ask if the ancestral wine under the tree could be sold.
He took out some high-grade spiritual stones and counted them as money to buy wine, and then took out two jade boxes, one containing the third-level world origin, and the other containing the fourth-level world origin.
Ye Qian handed the two jade boxes to the hawker and said: "I will accept the gift you gave him. This is a return gift. If there is a child in the family who is devoted to cultivation and has a tenacious and sincere heart, I will give it to him when he enters the Tao."
Take the contents of the first jade box, and when he enters the Tao realm, give him the contents of the second jade box."
"What is this?" The vendor took the jade box and looked at Ye Qian blankly.
This is an opportunity and a blessing! Ye Qian replied in his heart, but said: "This is a return gift, keep it and leave!"
Waving his hand, Ye Qian left briskly and left Anwenfang City. Ye Qian stood on a high place and looked back at the centuries-old jujube tree.
Under the jujube tree, the vendor stared at the two jade boxes for a while, then put away the jade boxes, buried the excavated soil back, then closed the door and returned to the stall.
Under the dim yellow oil lamp, the vendors are still waiting for customers who don't know when they will show up.
Probably because he wanted to sell out the last noodles and wine at the stall, Ye Qian thought to himself, tasting the unfinished blue blood wine in his hand, which was hot in his heart. As Wang Quan Fugui said, this wine is indeed warmer than the light.
human heart.
Ye Qian flew into the air and finally forgot to look at the Anwenfang City with three or two lights under the night sky.
Ye Qian likes this world of fireworks and love and hate very much.
After leaving Anwenfang City, Ye Qian flew all the way, following the road he had traveled before, to the Snow Country.
He was once here, together with the royal power and wealth, relying on a calculated sneak attack to kill Xu Da, the great master of the Snow Country, and supported Xiao Yuan to be crowned and become the Queen of the Snow Country.
Nowadays, Snow Country’s blood-colored formation can no longer cause any trouble. To put it bluntly, the formation is ultimately the law of space. For Ye Qian, who has already glimpsed the ninth level of the Tao realm, his attainments in space have already surpassed the deployment of this formation.
The formation master.
The bloody formation, which is terrifying to others, is full of loopholes under the exploration of Ye Qian's soul.
With the help of space rush, Ye Qian walked through the city like a ghost, and soon arrived at the palace.
He reached the palace with ease. He hadn't seen Xiao Yuan in some years, and Ye Qian didn't know what she looked like now. He hadn't even decided whether to show up. When he came, he actually just wanted to see how Xiao Yuan was doing.
After all, it was Ye Qian who single-handedly pushed Xiao Yuan to the position of queen.
In the palace, a girl is wearing a lady's clothes, with a high ponytail on her head. Her skin is so fair that you can see the veins hidden under the split. The circular blood slave brand on her forehead is still there, and she still draws a crown in the circle with rouge.
The left eye is connected with thorns and painted with blood-red eye shadow, adding a bit of coquettishness...