Chapter 930: 930

When spirit wine entered his stomach, a hot energy rushed into his internal organs. Qingyang felt that his whole body was warm. Then these energy scattered all over his body and made a slight transformation on his body. Before, Qingyang only ate grapes and knew that grapes played a great role in improving cultivation. Later, he didn't come and taste the spirit wine. Now after drinking it, he knows that the role of the spirit wine is completely different from that of simply eating grapes.

One is to increase accomplishments, the other is to nourish the body and strengthen the body's defense ability. Monks are generally strong yuan gods with low defense. On the contrary to monsters, if the body is strengthened, doesn't it just make up for the weakness?

In the city Lord's residence, only a small part was added to the monkey spirit wine, which greatly improved the level of the monkey spirit wine and won the second place in the wine tasting meeting. It shows that the level of the grape spirit wine has exceeded the level of Yuanying and has a great effect on the friars of Yuanying. Qingyang is just building a foundation and accomplishments. It can be imagined that the effect of the spirit wine on him is only a small cup, Qingyang feels that his body's defense ability has been improved a lot.

Qingyang has known that it is extremely difficult for a monk to cultivate his body, and he has to bear inhuman pain in the process of cultivation. Now, just a small glass of spirit wine can strengthen his defense. This effect is really amazing.

Of course, the spirit wine with such a high level can't drink more with the strength of Qingyang. It took him a long time to digest the cup just now.

The sloppy Taoist kept watching Qingyang. Seeing that he had digested the spirit wine, he smiled and said, "look at you, it seems that you drink the spirit wine for the first time. How do you feel?"

Qingyang Hui's taste: "just after a cup of spirit wine, I felt that the Qi and blood of my whole body were activated and my physical quality was greatly improved. This spirit wine not only has excellent taste and endless aftertaste, but also has amazing efficacy. It can be said to be a rare human delicacy."

The sloppy Taoist nodded and said, "yes, it's really a rare delicacy in the world. I can only drink and can't make wine. I don't know how many years I haven't drunk this spirit wine. Today is a blessing in the mouth. Come on, you can also taste my wine and dishes."

Although the golden pill friar can completely open the valley, Qingyang has been practicing in seclusion for most of these years. In order to save time, he usually takes the valley pill and rarely eats other food. I don't know where the two dishes of wine and vegetables from the untidy Taoist priest came from. They are full of color, smell and smell. They are still steaming. People have a big appetite at first sight. Qingyang is not polite. They pick up chopsticks and eat them.

Those two dishes of wine and vegetables are also good things. Although they can't be compared with Qingyang's spirit wine, it seems just right to eat with Qingyang's cultivation. After eating and digesting, it becomes a little energy scattered into the whole body. It complements the spirit wine and has a certain effect on refining the body. It seems that the two plates of wine and dishes prepared by the sloppy Taoist took some thought.

There are wine and vegetables, and no outsiders disturb them. Come and have a drink in the hall. While they were drinking, they chatted. Qingyang said some anecdotes and strange things that he had experienced. The slovenly Taoist talked about the local customs everywhere. Two people who had never known each other before drank more and more happily. Before long, it was like forgetting to know each other for many years.

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The sloppy Taoist priest is worthy of being a strange man. He has a surprising amount of wine. It seems that he can drink it anyway. However, every time Qingyang drinks a glass of spirit wine, it takes a lot of time to digest it. Therefore, most of the altar of spirit wine goes into the sloppy Taoist priest's belly. However, Qingyang doesn't have any heartache, but his heart is very happy. He hasn't had such a good time as he drank today for a long time.

In a trance, he seemed to think of the days when he was a child with his master. It was the same every time he drank in Xiping temple. One jar of wine, two simple dishes of wine and vegetables, and two people sat on both sides. Songhe Taoist priest was an old drunkard and could drink any amount of wine. Qingyang was young and didn't drink enough. Once in a while, his face turned red when he drank a few cups, In the twinkling of an eye, decades have passed, and all things are right and people are wrong. Such days will never go back.

Maybe the spirit wine was really powerful, or it was inspired by the scenery. Unconsciously, Qingyang felt drunk. He looked in a trance gradually, and finally fell on the ground with his head tilted.

I don't know how long later, Qingyang's drunkenness receded, and his eyes slowly opened. Thinking of all the previous situations, he suddenly sat up. What's the matter? How did you get drunk? How could I get drunk unprepared in front of an outsider? I'm an old monk who has practiced for decades. Why do I make such a low-level mistake?

Looking up and peeking around, it was still the broken temple. The statue was still tilted to one side, but the sloppy Taoist priest had disappeared. There were no wine jars, dishes, and even bowls, chopsticks and glasses. Qingyang couldn't help being in a trance. What happened just now? Where did the dirty Taoist go? Is it because I remember wrong that there is no dirty Taoist at all, and everything is just a dream?

But all the things before were true. It didn't seem like a dream at all. Qingyang felt it carefully. His body's defense ability was much stronger than before. Even if he couldn't compare with the golden pill friar, it was estimated that it was not much worse. This is the effect of his own grape spirit wine, which shows that he won't have a false drink with the sloppy Taoist before, but what about others?

Qingyang released his mind and searched the whole broken temple. He didn't find the figure of the dirty Taoist. It seems that he really left. Qingyang couldn't help shaking his head and left. Why should he worry about gain and loss? This sloppy Taoist is powerful and can't be contacted by a foundation building friar. The Dragon sees the head and doesn't see the tail, which is in line with the identity of this sloppy Taoist.

Although I paid more than half of the jar of grape spirit wine, the other party also gave me nine wind and fire orders, which was not a loss. Both sides drank the wine very happily. If they were destined, they would always see each other again in the future.

At the thought of this, Qingyang stood up and prepared to return to the inn. This time, he went out for several days, and I don't know what happened to others. What's more, the opening time of Yinfeng Jihuo cave is only half a year, which is related to his own Dan harvest event, and can't be delayed any more.

Reaching out to pick up the futon on the ground, he was about to put it into the object symbol. He heard a crisp sound. A small jade symbol fell to the ground. Qingyang wondered. There were some jade slips on his body. Such jade symbols seemed to have never been used, and he would not put small things such as jade slips and jade symbols with the futon. Where did the jade symbol come from? How did you show up here?

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