The first thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine chapters hozen wine
When Zhang Zhen'e led a group of Taoist priests to the corpse raising ground in the ancient well, they saw only broken corpses on the ground. The two elders were torn into pieces smaller than hand-torn cabbage and scattered in pieces.
On the ground, the coffin was empty, all the zombies were gone, not even a single fingernail was left.
"It's over. The thousand-year-old foundation of our Dragon and Tiger Sect has been destroyed in one fell swoop!" Zhang Zhen'e looked gloomy, murmured a few sentences and then collapsed on the ground. All three places where corpses were raised were emptied out overnight. These zombies
His disappearance was equivalent to draining away all the savings of the Dragon and Tiger Sect. Now he felt like he had suddenly turned from a rich man to a pauper.
There was once a billionaire who suddenly chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building when he suddenly lost only five million US dollars. As a result, he was said to be the stupidest fool in the world, because five million US dollars can already make most people lose money.
People can live quite a prosperous life and can even enjoy the life of a rich man. Anyone who chooses to die despite all this is undoubtedly a big fool.
A person's mentality determines everything. Zhang Zhen'e was only thinking about losing his thousand-year foundation, but he forgot that he had now become a semi-sacred warrior. He didn't need to use zombies or other things to improve his combat effectiveness. Those things were useless to him.
Words have become a burden.
"Sect Master, my subordinates will surely find the whereabouts of the zombies if they follow us now." A middle-aged Taoist priest with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked up to Zhang Zhen'e and took the initiative to ask for the task of tracing the traces of the zombies. As the saying goes, there are no three or two.
San didn't dare to go to Liangshan, he was confident that he could complete the task in a short time.
Zhang Zhene waved his hand feebly and said: "Go ahead, remember to bring a few transmission notes with you, and report any news immediately." Although he was in a low mood, he could still make the right decision, and he was worthy of being a hero.
The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and left quickly. Zhang Zhene, who was sitting on the ground, fell on a bloody broken palm not far away. There was an object clenched in this palm, which was a soul bell. This
The bell is no stranger to him. It is the soul bell used by Elder Du to control Mao Zong. From this, two conclusions can be drawn. The person who robbed all the zombies must be very familiar with the three corpse raising places, and the other party still has the ability to subdue Mao Zong.
Who is the strong man who is having trouble with the Dragon and Tiger Sect? After thinking hard, there was no result...
When the first ray of morning light shone on the horn on the top of Haizhi Peak, Xu Qing opened his eyes, stood up and stretched his arms, raised his head and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling refreshed.
Last night, in order to avoid the tide, I went to the forest to pick up a lot of soft hay and laid it on a thick layer. It was quite comfortable to fall asleep next to the campfire. I saw that Mr. Tang was still sleeping soundly next to me, but the six-eared macaque and the two were missing.
It's just a pheasant. The little guy is a wild and restless person. He must have gone for a walk in the woods before dawn.
Zhizhi - Two cheers came from the forest opposite. The six-eared macaque led a large group of macaques out of the woods. Some of these monkeys were holding old kettles and some were holding various seasonal fruits from the mountains.
, and there were actually a few macaques holding two prepared pheasants. The smart little guys were really thoughtful.
This group of macaques are the smarter and more intelligent characters among the little six-eared monkeys. They can understand what the little monkey king means in the shortest time. The other monkeys did not dare to stay in the forest after listening to the monkey king's order.
Running around randomly.
Liu Er held a fist-sized mountain peach in his claws and jumped to Xu Qing's side. He handed the peach on his claws to his hand and squeaked a few times, which seemed to tell him that the peach was delicious and he should try it quickly.
Xu Qing pinched the mountain peach and took a look at it. He found that the peach was wet and had been washed. He didn't care about it at the moment. He brought it to his mouth and took a bite. Crack! The mountain peach was crisp and raw, slightly astringent with a hint of sweetness.
The big peaches sold at the fruit stalls in supermarkets outside are a bit inferior in taste, but these are purely natural, and contain the little ones’ care, and they taste extraordinarily sweet.
Liu Er turned around and called out to the big macaques behind him, waving their paws a few times. The macaques timidly came over and put down the objects in their paws. These food items were all available, so it seemed that today's breakfast was in order.
Xu Qing casually picked up an old military green aluminum kettle and shook it a few times, then opened the lid. A faint aroma of wine floated out from the mouth of the bottle and went straight into his nostrils. Being a good drinker, he immediately put the spout of the pot close to it.
He took a sip from his mouth and raised his neck.
It was really wine, but this wine was different from any other wine he had drunk before. The taste was mellow and long-lasting, with a light fruity aroma. Xu Qing drank it happily and couldn't help but take a few more sips.
The wine tastes good, but the alcohol content is a little low.
At this moment, Young Master Tang, who was sleeping next to him, sniffed and opened his eyes. He couldn't help but get up from the straw bed early when he smelled the aroma of wine. He sat up and reached for the kettle in Xu Qing's hand. He could smell it.
The aroma of wine comes from this thing.
Xu Qing turned sideways to avoid the outstretched palm, letting Young Master Tang take advantage of it. He said angrily: "This wine is a good thing. I can drink it for you, but you have to leave a few sips for me."
Tang Guobin curled his lips disapprovingly and said, "Look at how stingy you are, aren't you just gargling with wine? I play with you a lot. At worst, I can treat you to a bottle of Guojiao that is fifty years old."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "This wine is much stronger than Guojiao. If you try the taste, you will definitely drink it all. Let's make a deal first and leave two sips for me." After saying that, he handed the kettle in his hand to Mr. Tang.
This guy is not a polite person either. He raised his neck and drank three sips in a row, smacking his lips non-stop.
"Good wine, really good wine. If my guess is correct, this should be the rumored monkey wine. Only monkeys with full spirituality know how to make their own wine. It is a great blessing to be able to drink it once." Young Master Tang said to him.
The four-piece set of eating, drinking and playing can be said to be rich in experience. After a few sips of wine, he opened his mouth and said the name of the wine. This is monkey wine, also known as hozen wine. It is a good thing that can be encountered but cannot be found. If you really talk about its value,
Thousand Bottles of Guojiao is also something that should be thrown away.
Xu Qing stretched out his hand to hug Liu Er, but unexpectedly, the little guy jumped two feet to avoid his hand, waved his paws and screamed at the group of macaques who were still squatting aside. He looked quite like a monkey king.
The macaques understood the meaning of the little monkey king and left with a whistle. The little guy suddenly turned around and jumped into Xu Qing's arms. He squeaked and thrust his head towards his chest, looking like a coquettish child.
The baby is completely different from before!
"You taught them how to make this wine, right? Is there anything else?" Xu Qing touched the little guy's head and pointed at the kettle in Young Master Tang's hand. This kind of monkey wine has a very special taste. He thought about it and waited here.
After the business is over, I will put some back and give them to the women at home to try.
Liu Er scratched his crotch groove with his paw, nodded and squeaked a few times, then shook his head. The meaning was very clear. There was still wine, but not much. What a monkey boy, he was quite stingy.