Chapter 1713: 1713

Qingyang wondered why he suddenly returned to this place? Is the lotus terrace in Wenxin valley so magical? Can you send people directly to where they want to go? No, it seems that I was in the heart asking Valley and participated in the heart asking challenge of the third level. Is it true that all this is illusory, which was transformed by the heart asking Valley in my heart and used for the heart asking test?

In this case, you should be careful. This Taoist temple is a taboo in your heart and the most likely place to have problems in your state of mind. Don't turn over the boat in the gutter. It's better to leave this place as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Qingyang quickly turned and walked down the mountain.

Before walking out a few steps, an old voice suddenly came from behind: "little miscellaneous hair, where are you going? You don't cook at the meal point. Do you want to starve me?"

Although the voice had not been heard for more than 100 years, when he sounded in his ear, Qingyang was stunned, and a layer of fog rose in his eyes.

Qingyang didn't know that he was being tested by Wenxin valley. He didn't know that all this was false. He didn't know that it was the illusion of Wenxin valley that confused him. He didn't know that he might fail the challenge after he stopped. However, he couldn't help turning around because he had fantasized about this scene countless times, Because the voice made him unable to move any more, and because he wanted to take another look at the owner of the voice, no matter what the price.

At the door of the Taoist temple, a sloppy old Taoist is leaning against the wall and looking lazily at Qingyang. The old Taoist is white and thin. He wears a worn Taoist robe, but his face is very ruddy. If he doesn't consider the sloppy and worn Taoist robe, he can be regarded as a boy with white hair.

Isn't this the old master Songhe who lived with him since childhood? Qingyang could no longer control himself. He walked quickly to the old Taoist priest. His eyes were foggy. He looked at the old Taoist priest Songhe with deep emotion and said, "master, it's really you? I want to die these years."

The Songhe Taoist priest seemed a little uncomfortable with his apprentice's sudden enthusiasm. He looked puzzled and said, "you little miscellaneous hair, you usually call me an old liar. Why did you call me Shifu today? Didn't you do something bad for fear that I would punish you? Did you steal the good wine collected by the Taoist priest?"

Old Taoist Songhe is addicted to alcohol. How can he tolerate such a thing? He quickly turned around and entered the house. After tossing for a long time, he found a wine jar and smelled it with his nose. He found that his collection of good wine had not decreased. He was relieved and said, "it's strange. He didn't steal the good wine of Taoist priest, but he was so attentive. It's hard to say that he was just lazy and didn't want to cook?"

Thinking of this, master Songhe glanced at Qingyang and said, "Taoist, I haven't eaten for more than a day. I'm waiting for you to come back and cook. Laziness is not good. Today is your good luck. You have the opportunity to taste the good wine that Taoist has collected for many years. Go quickly and don't delay."

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More than a hundred years later, he was once again instructed by his master to do things and cook a meal for his master. Qingyang was so happy that he hurried into the Taoist temple and began to prepare their meals. Seeing Qingyang trotting all the way, he was afraid that his master would not let him help. Old Taoist Songhe scratched his head in the back. What happened to his apprentice? It's nothing like the past.

The meal was quickly prepared and placed on a shabby wooden table on the side of the Taoist temple hall. A dish of green onion mixed with tofu, a dish of boiled broad beans, a dish of fried wild vegetables and a dish of cold pickled vegetables can no longer be vegetarian, but it is a rare drink and dish for the two people.

Songhe Taoist priest found two porcelain bowls, opened the wine jar, filled the two porcelain bowls, and carefully collected the wine jar. Then he brought a bowl to Qingyang and said: "This jar of wine was saved by a master brewer more than ten years ago. He specially presented it to me in order to thank me for saving my life. Since then, it has been cherished by me in this Taoist temple. It's older than you. I've been reluctant to drink it for many years. Take it out today and let you open meat."

Qingyang took a small sip of the wine bowl, and a pungent taste rushed into his throat. Qingyang closed his eyes and tasted it carefully. The taste was so familiar that people almost shed tears. Over the years, Qingyang has tasted countless good wines. There are countless spirit wines and immortal wines, each of which can be called Qiongjiang Yuye. Almost every one has a better taste than the wine just now, but that Some good wines lack some things, some feelings, a trace of missing and aftertaste. People just regard drinking as drinking, but they won't think of more things.

Although the taste of today's wine is not very good compared with those spirit wine and immortal wine that Qingyang has drunk, it is so familiar, so warm, so intoxicating and has endless aftertaste. People are immersed in it and are reluctant to wake up.

After drinking a mouthful of wine, Qingyang picked up his chopsticks and ate a few dishes. Although the dishes on the table were very simple, they tasted very good and seemed better than any delicious dishes. These dishes were made by Qingyang. The taste was almost the same as that made by master. Qingyang was taught by master Songhe at the beginning. Qingyang has never eaten anything made by master since he left master Songhe I seldom cook such dishes by myself. I can't, but I don't want to, and I dare not. Now I taste the familiar taste again. Qingyang is excited and almost tears.

Looking at the disciple's face moved, old Taoist Songhe was a little surprised and said, "isn't it a bowl of good wine? How excited is it? I'm an old drunkard. I didn't expect that the disciple is a little drunkard. Since you like it so much, I won't keep this jar of wine. Let's drink it all at once, but as a teacher, I have this inventory. The money for wine in the future depends on you, disciple."

After that, old Taoist Songhe took out the wine jar he had just hidden, filled their wine bowls, and looked like he would never stop drinking. It was rare to have a chance to get drunk with master. Qingyang was not polite, so he drank with old Taoist Songhe.

After drinking more than half of a jar of wine, Qingyang is already drunk and hazy. Old Taoist Songhe slowly said, "disciple, life has been rare for 70 years. I am in my 80s this year. Even if I have practiced martial arts for many years, I don't have a few years to live. I'm going to pass this Xiping temple to you. Are you willing to accept it?"

Although Qingyang was drunk, he was still sober in his heart. He knew that all this was false and was transformed by Wenxin valley. However, in the face of this situation, he really didn't know what to say. He was worried that in case of rejection, there would be unexpected results.

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