Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters not drunk people
Lu Zhengkang returned to Dengxiantai, and he was still responsible for the three meals. Uncle Sixth Master came once and caught him stealing wine.
The scene was quite embarrassing.
Uncle Sixth Master shook his head, "My senior brother must have asked you to steal the wine. He was the one who loved to bully people back then. It is also a virtue for you to become his disciple."
"Disciple knows his mistake."
Uncle Sixth Master smiled and said, "I know I'm wrong but I don't know what I'm doing wrong. It doesn't matter. Tell me, does the wine I brew taste good?"
“It tastes good and has great staying power.”
"Didn't you see something strange?" Uncle Sixth Master looked strange.
"No, I can't get drunk when I drink." Lu Zhengkang said bluntly.
"No reason..."
Uncle Sixth Master fell into deep thought, then snatched the wine jar from Lu Zhengkang's hand and took a sip himself, "Obviously there is no problem..."
Lu Zhengkang was also curious, "Should I see anything?"
Uncle Sixth Master sighed, "I brew wine not just for the sake of flavor, but for customs. The best taste in the world is the best taste in the world. For example, if you drink this jar of spring brew, you should see falling flowers flying in the sky. You really
Didn’t see anything? It stands to reason that you can see the founder Daoyun, and your spiritual awareness is extremely good, so it’s impossible not to see it.”
"I really didn't see it." Lu Zhengkang had the illusion of seeing a doctor, "Doctor... no, uncle, there's nothing wrong with me, right?"
Uncle Sixth Master looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong? It's also my problem... But you are indeed special. You drink without getting drunk, get drunk without being confused, and you feel like you are dreaming and waking up..." He shook his head,
"Weird, I should go to the big library and look at the manuscripts of the ancestors. I wonder if there is any record of this situation."
Lu Zhengkang scratched his head, "Is it still a difficult disease?"
"I can't tell, I can't tell." The sixth uncle threw the spring wine back into Lu Zhengkang's arms, "Take it and drink it, and you can farm with me next year."
Lu Zhengkang nodded and silently excused himself, leaving Sixth Master alone in the room scratching his head.
The days have become lighter.
The Immortal Destiny Conference in Kunlun Palace began. Xuan Youzi went to the town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain to lead the mortals who were interested in Taoism on the road to seek immortality. Sixty or seventy people came one after another to seek immortality.
To put it harshly, among these people, very few can go through the path of seeking immortality. The best result is to find Laojun Guan. No predestined relationship means no predestined relationship, and it doesn't even have much to do with the same root.
When Lu Zhengkang first started, Xuan Youzi also thought that if Lu Zhengkang did not have the opportunity to ascend to the Immortal Platform, but instead found Laojun Temple, then someone would send him to the Immortal Platform. It was really because his abilities were so good.
As for Laojun Guan, it only requires that Taoists have a firm mind and not be defeated by illusions, then it can definitely be achieved.
Lu Zhengkang didn't care about this. His main job every day was practice. He went to Chilou to see the sword monument and chatted with Qing Ningzi.
Recently, Qing Ningzi's daily practice work has been somewhat chaotic. She is adapting to the life experience of the Golden Core Stage. On the one hand, her lifespan has been greatly improved. She estimates that she has three thousand years of life. In this way, many
There is no need to rush to complete things. Secondly, the practice in the golden elixir period has changed from breathing in spiritual energy to studying and purifying life, preparing for the advancement of soul.
The two of them go their own way, and sometimes they deliberately avoid each other to prevent their emotions from wandering and destroying their spiritual practice.
Lu Zhengkang understood swordsmanship very quickly. From the sword stele, he saw various sword moves. These sword moves reflected swordsmanship, and there was sword theory behind the swordsmanship. His mastery of swordsmanship was mainly based on violent calculations.
, there was no systematic support of swordsmanship behind him, so after learning all the swordsmanship in the Chilou Sword Stele, Lu Zhengkang began the path of mastering it.
For a moment, he also lost his way.
It seems that after something like swordsmanship becomes instinctive, it is difficult to explore the principles. What about practicing swords into silk, sword energy into rainbows, sword light differentiation, sword energy into formations, sword energy channeling, etc., after you learn it
, and have never forgotten it again.
I heard from the uncle that he would become rusty even if he had not practiced swordsmanship for a long time. A person like him, who has gone far in the way of swordsmanship, is basically familiar with the swordsmanship in the world. Naturally, those swordsmanships he specializes in will not be rusty, but
Xue Hongzi would gradually forget some sword skills that conflicted with the way of swordsmanship.
Lu Zhengkang probably guessed that his swordsmanship was remembered by the outsiders, and also by the thirty million people in the Wutong world, so once he learned it, he would never forget it.
As a result, the way of swordsmanship gradually became farther and farther away from him.
Lu Zhengkang was also quite depressed about this.
Qing Ningzi saw that he had been in a bad mood recently. Although she couldn't see it on the surface, she could still feel it, and she didn't know how to comfort him.
Uncle Sixth Master came to find Lu Zhengkang again. He said that he had really found a kind of person who was not addicted to drinking. In the ancient book "The Book of Immortals·Zhiyi", there was a Huang Liangzi who could drink ten kilograms of sweet wine.
Ten kilograms of turbid wine, ten kilograms of fermented glutinous rice, and the expression remains unchanged. Rumor has it.
"I met Dukang on the Huangliangzi Road, and they had a pleasant conversation. He became a close friend, so he went into a cellar to drink water without stopping for three days. An immortal came to visit him, and he drank frequently and became drunk. He slept for a hundred years, and on Dongshan Mountain, he turned into a drinking fountain. Then he recovered.
When I wake up and return, I tell others that Dukang's immortal brew will make yellow rice visible to those who drink it."
Lu Zhengkang didn't feel much after hearing this, "So I am the reincarnation of Huang Liangzi?"
Uncle Sixth Master shook his head, "What good things are you thinking about? Huang Liangzi is probably a true immortal who descended to earth. You'd better save your little body."
"Why can't I, an outstanding man like me, be an immortal?"
"...I don't know about your other abilities, but the fact that you are so beautiful is from the same school as your great uncle."
"This is called the confidence of a swordsman." Lu Zhengkang just smiled.
The more Uncle Sixth Master looked at this boy, the more he looked like a senior brother. "You, listen carefully to what I am going to say. The reason why Huang Liangzi is not intoxicated is because he is already drunk. He is already in a dream."
.You also know the allusion of Huang Liang Yi Meng. The person Huang Liangzi should be the dream form of the scholar who was sleeping on Huang Liang."
Lu Zhengkang was stunned, "So I am too..."
"Not necessarily, I can't say. Go find your third uncle, he knows more, and maybe he can see your current problem."
Lu Zhengkang felt very anxious. He just wanted to think about the advancement of kendo and didn't want to know what state he was in. He had some ailments that he refused to treat. He didn't respond and just took another jar of shochu.
Three meals a day are all supported by drinking. Lu Zhengkang does drink wine as water now, but he can't get drunk anymore. The sword energy in his body is wrapped with the smell of wine and comes out from his body, making whistling sounds from time to time. His body is covered with a
A thin layer of wine mist.
The new year is approaching.
Speaking of which, after Lu Zhengkang came to this world, he would see Qing Ningzi every time before and after the New Year. This time, she would stay with her until after the Mid-Autumn Festival. If this period of time is used for retreat, it will be just one day.
It went by in the blink of an eye, but it was a long time to get along day and night.
