Hong Moth walked into the inner room with a wine jar and a smile, but the atmosphere at the table was not quite right.
Everyone, including Ma Wenqiang, looked unhappy, especially the middle-aged man in his fifties sitting on Ma Wenqiang's right hand side.
Hong Moth was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Why don't you say anything anymore? Didn't we have a lively conversation just now? Master, the wine is here!"
Red Moth walked to the middle-aged man in his fifties on the right side of Ma Wenqiang. This man was Peng Long, the current head of Gu Sect.
Peng Long is a bit short and skinny, and is the shortest among the people here. But he exudes a chilly aura that makes people shudder, and his slightly narrowed eyes occasionally show a glimmer of light,
Like a poisonous snake dormant in the dark grass, it will rush out at any time and bite you hard.
The red moth rolled its eyes and said with a smile to the fat man on Peng Long's right: "Deacon Hong, I heard that wine making and medicine have something in common. Although my jar of flower dew has taken me a lot of effort, how does it taste?
I don’t know the sample yet, I wonder if I can ask the experts from Yaowang Valley to help me taste it?”
The fat man had a fair face and no beard. He looked about forty years old. Hearing this, he smiled lightly and said, "The Red Hall Master is too kind. The Red Hall Master is very clever and the wine he brews will definitely be good."
The red moth smiled and said: "Although I don't know how the flower dew tastes, the water used is dew collected from the mountains, and it is collected by girls who are not yet married. It is absolutely clean. Deacon Hong, I will give it to you
Pour it on, you all can give me some pointers, so that I can make better wine later!"
After saying that, Hong Mo opened the wine jar and poured the potpourri inside to everyone present.
Suddenly the aroma of wine overflowed in the room, and even Qin Hai outside could smell it.
"It is indeed a rare and good wine, and Master Hong's craftsmanship is good!" Deacon Hong gave Hong Moth a thumbs up and praised it with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, Deacon Hong. With your words, I feel completely relieved." Hong Moth also responded with a smile.
With the arrival of the red moth and the aroma of wine beginning to fill the air, the tense situation just now seemed to have eased.
Deacon Hong, who looked like Maitreya Buddha, joked with Hong Moth for a while, then turned to Peng Long and said: "Master Peng, we are very sincere. As long as you agree, Yaowang Valley and Gu Sect will be in the future."
As a family, the resources of our Medicine King Valley can be shared with the Gu Sect without any limit. For example, elixirs and various medicinal materials, we can provide them to you for free."
Peng Long snorted coldly and did not comment on what Deacon Hong said.
Ma Wenqiang, who was next to him, said with a dark face: "Deacon Hong, if we follow the plan you just mentioned, it will mean that our Gu sect will be merged into the Yaowang Valley. This is probably not possible. Our Gu sect has three thousand disciples, which is no worse than your Yaowang Valley."
How many."
The chubby Deacon Hong smiled faintly and said nothing, but a young man on the other side of him said coldly: "As far as we know, although your Gu sect claims to have three thousand disciples, you actually really understand Gu insects and can raise and use Gu.
There are only a few dozen people there. The rest are just a bunch of gangsters, and there are even many street gangsters who have been recruited by you.
Come. We, the core disciples of Yaowang Valley, have nearly five hundred people, and there are thousands of people outside the valley scattered across the country. Although our Yaowang Valley and your Gu sect are both in the southwest, the strength of our Yaowang Valley is far from that.
You Gu sect can imagine it. To put it bluntly, if your Gu sect wants to develop to the strength we have now, it will take decades of hard work."
Red Moth narrowed his eyes and said sarcastically: "What do you mean, do you think the big fish eats the small fish? Your Yaowang Valley is stronger than us, so you want a fierce dragon to cross the river and swallow our Gu Sect in one go?"
The young man said calmly: "It's okay if you want to understand it this way, but we in Yaowang Valley have always been harmonious to make money, and we must always be reasonable before doing anything. Your Gu sect's merging into our Yaowang Valley will definitely be of great benefit to you.
There is no harm. If nothing else, as long as you agree, with the various elixirs provided by our Yaowang Valley in the future, the cultivation level of all of you will definitely improve a lot."
Red Moth sneered: "This is also called being reasonable, you Yaowang Valley are really too polite!"
Deacon Hong said with a smile: "Hallmaster Hong, calm down. The young man is a little angry. Please don't take offense. We at Yaowang Valley are really sincere and hope to work hand in hand with you and develop together."
He looked at Peng Long again and said: "Master Peng, we have prepared a gift for you from the Valley Master. The one given to Master Peng is a Wuji Pill. A Wuji Pill can be worth ten years of hard work, even if it is
We in Yaowang Valley also have very little stock, and the price on the market has exceeded tens of millions of dollars. We hope that Master Peng can accept our offer."
After speaking, he took out a mahogany box from his body, opened the lid, and placed the wooden box in front of Peng Long.
There is a white porcelain bottle in the wooden box, and a medicinal fragrance wafts out.
Peng Long glanced at the porcelain bottle and said calmly: "Thank you very much, Lord Xiang, for your kindness. I will accept the Wuji Pill. As for your proposal, I need to think about it again!"
Deacon Hong frowned slightly, but did not say anything, but the young man next to him snorted coldly, "Master Peng, Wuji Pill is not one of those pills that have become popular. We give it to you in the hope that you can
Give us a positive answer, otherwise——"
"Otherwise, what?" Peng Long's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the young man. A sharp light suddenly erupted in his eyes, which scared the young man's body and turned pale.
Several other people present also became nervous. The atmosphere at the dinner table was tense, and there was a strong tendency to get angry immediately if they disagreed.
Deacon Hong suddenly coughed twice, and then said: "Xiaohu, how could you talk to Master Peng like this? Apologize to Master Peng quickly!"
Cold sweat was already streaming down the young man's forehead. He quickly apologized in a low voice, then lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at Peng Long again.
Deacon Hong raised his glass with a smile and said, "Master Peng, I want to toast you. Xiaohu is my junior, and I apologize to you on his behalf!"
Peng Long picked up the white jade wine glass, but he just played with it. When Deacon Hong finished the glass of wine, he said coldly: "No one who dares to threaten me face to face will live to see the sun the next day.
."
In an instant, the young man's face suddenly froze, and then his whole face wrinkled together, revealing the dark color of extreme pain, and he covered his stomach with both hands.
In less than three seconds, the young man slid from the chair to the ground. His body twitched a few times and then became completely motionless.
"Master Peng, what do you mean?" Deacon Hong stood up immediately and looked at Peng Long angrily.