"This... Fellow Daoist Lin, where do all these dishes of yours come from? Why do I feel the vitality in my body surge after just a slight sniff, as if there are signs of a breakthrough?"

The white-bearded old ghost swallowed and spit.

Everything on the table was filled with a frighteningly rich aroma. The greedy worms in his stomach who had not eaten for hundreds of years were already eager to eat under this aroma, and the old ghost with a white beard was in a panic.

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And what he said was true. Just asking him made the real energy that had been frozen in his body for a long time loosen a little bit.

The white-bearded old ghost couldn't be sure whether his perception was an illusion.

But there is no doubt that the dishes on the table in front of you are absolutely extraordinary.

"I made all these side dishes myself. There's nothing I can do about it. The craftsmanship is good and this taste is good."

Lin Feng leisurely took out two bottles of Maotai from the Shenshui Space. These were randomly thrown into the Shenshui Space when he was on Earth. Now, after decades, Lin Feng still doesn't know what this old Maotai has become.

I know, I just happened to try it today.

With a flick of his finger, the bottle cap cracked with a crisp sound.

For a moment, the intoxicating aroma of wine wafted out from the mouth of the bottle, instantly overshadowing the aroma emanating from the dishes.

"I'll go."

Lin Feng was also shocked. The aroma of the wine was far more intense than he imagined. Moreover, Lin Feng discovered that the Maotai liquor seemed to be nourished by spiritual energy from the cultivation world, and the wine was actually filled with spiritual energy.

"Gudong."

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded very clearly.

The white-bearded old ghost was breathing rapidly, staring at the wine glass in Lin Feng's hand with wide eyes: "Lin... Fellow Daoist Lin, what kind of wine is this?"

"I also made it myself."

Lin Feng was so shameless that he put the title of brewer on himself.

He raised his hand to push a glass of wine in front of the white-bearded old ghost, and pointed his finger: "The dishes I cook and the wine I brew are not something that ordinary people can eat. Some people have spent hundreds of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones to taste them. It's rare to taste them."

Try it, Lao Bai, you will be in for a treat."

The familiar words of Lao Bai invisibly brought the relationship between the two of them closer. Originally, the white-bearded old ghost still had a sense of awe and complexity towards Lin Feng in his heart, but he saw the situation that day, although he didn't know Lin Feng.

What method was used, but after all, it only took one move to kill the early stage monk in an instant.

Moreover, he was able to control so many snake witches in the integration stage. He felt that the great sage fellow Taoist he knew was definitely extraordinary.

However, the white-bearded old ghost is also a very free and easy person. Now that the words have been mentioned, he will no longer be entangled.

"Then let me try it."

The white-bearded old ghost moved his chopsticks, picked up a piece of snow-white fish meat, and put it into his mouth.

The fish melts in your mouth instantly.

The intoxicating aroma and pure spiritual energy exploded between the lips and teeth.

At this moment, the white-bearded old ghost was completely stunned.

"Have a drink."

Lin Feng raised his wine glass.

"cheers?"

The white-bearded old ghost finally came back to his senses, still feeling endless aftertaste. A trace of doubt flashed across his face after hearing Lin Feng's words.

"It's just a custom in my hometown. The collision of wine glasses between friends can bring the relationship closer."

Lin Feng smiled and explained.

"Okay, then I will follow the custom of Lin Daoyou's hometown and let's have a toast."

The white-bearded old ghost had long been salivating over the slightly viscous drink in the glass.

After the wine glasses clashed, the white-bearded old man took a sip.

However, after just one mouthful, he was stunned.

As an alcoholic, the white-bearded old man has experienced countless drinks, and he has tasted even the most precious spiritual wine.

But in addition to the mellow taste, the wine in front of him was simply thousands of miles away from any other wine he had ever drunk.

Although the richness of the spiritual energy is slightly inferior, the taste of this wine is basically one in the sky and one on the ground!

"Good wine, good wine!"

The white-bearded old man's face was rosy. If it weren't for the long beard on his face, he would have looked at least many years younger.

Lin Feng filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it over. His eyelids drooped slightly and he looked at the white-bearded old ghost: "Old Bai, you have been at the peak of god transformation for a long time, right?"

"How does Fellow Daoist Lin know?"

The white-bearded old ghost was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly: "That's true, but it's difficult to continue to break through."

"Why is this?"

Lin Feng frowned.

He couldn't tell how old the white-bearded old ghost was.

But judging from previous rumors in the city, the white-bearded old ghost is not that old.

Therefore, it can be seen that the white-bearded old ghost's own cultivation talent should be quite good.

But someone with a good talent for cultivation will not be able to break through even the combined stage, right?

As if he understood what Lin Feng was thinking, the white-bearded old ghost gave a bitter smile and shook his head: "Friend Lin, you don't know, but my talent is indeed good. From the beginning to the present, I have spent a total of thirteen hundred years on it."

No, and because I was already very old when I started practicing, my appearance was already fixed."

Lin Feng looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was secretly surprised.

In this way, the white-bearded old ghost's own talent is indeed very good.

A monk's appearance can be restored to a youthful state through some elixirs, but those elixirs are very precious and ordinary monks cannot afford them, and refining similar elixirs is quite cumbersome, both in terms of materials and techniques.

Therefore, most monks are their true appearance.

The true appearance depends on one's own appearance during cultivation.

After becoming a true monk, the aging rate of the appearance will slow down. Generally, only old monsters with less qualifications who have lived for thousands of years or even longer will have an appearance as old as the current white-bearded old ghost.

After calculation, the white-bearded old ghost was at least fifty or sixty years old when he first started cultivating.

On Earth, how could such an old man have the qualifications for cultivation?

The white-bearded old ghost didn't know what Lin Feng was thinking, so he continued: "Because I looked very old when I first started practicing, so I was laughed at by others. This happened even after I joined several small sects. I couldn't be more angry, but fortunately I just became a member.

A casual cultivator who has been practicing till now."

Taking another sip of Maotai, the white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and laughed at himself: "Fellow Daoist Lin must also know that casual cultivators like us are very scarce in terms of cultivation resources. I have taken a lot of cultivation along the way.

The low-quality elixirs used in cultivation are also low-grade spiritual stones."

Lin Feng nodded in agreement.

Very few casual cultivators can afford elixirs.

Ordinary casual cultivators can only go to the depths of the mountains to hunt many monsters and sell the things harvested from the monsters, so that they can have money to buy elixirs and other cultivation materials.

But in this way, not only the possibility of encountering danger when hunting monsters is greatly increased, but also there is almost no way to practice and improve one's own realm during this period.
Chapter completed!