The famous scholars are no less famous, and the same is true for wine.

Manager Zheng was not well treated with customers and was casual. If there was no more items in the wine, he would have been unable to continue to drive. He is still being visited by the wine customers, which only means that the wine is really good.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao were thinking about the current situation and did not pay attention to the wine, but after a sip of warm and strong wine, the hot feeling came from the throat to the stomach, and then from the stomach to the forehead. They felt that their whole thoughts were pulled back and concentrated on the wine bowl in their hands.

The wine in the bowl is a little muddy, and it looks like an ordinary rice wine, but the intensity is far beyond that of ordinary rice wine. It tastes like pouring iron into the throat, which is incomparable to the endless aftertaste of the immortal wine. However, when I take this sip in the cold winter, it makes people feel that the gods are just like this.

"Uh...good wine!"

Zuo Lingquan pressed down the wine in his throat and carefully observed the wine in the bowl. He wanted to see if it was aged wine from the immortals, but after watching it for a long time, he found that it was just ordinary wine, and I don’t know how it was brewed.

Xie Qiutao's round face turned a little red. She was born in the distant northern region since childhood. She had long been accustomed to the cold weather and the roughness of the northern region. Compared with the southern wine that emphasizes charm and twisted charm, she prefers this feeling of "usefulness" for her. After taking a sip, she felt unsatisfied and took a sip with the wine bowl.

Tang Jingyan can make wine herself. She has been brewing for many years and thinks she is a wine tasting master. But after taking a sip, she realized that her skills are far from that of this old man. She said curiously:

"Shopkeeper, how did this wine be brewed?"

Manager Zheng held a cigarette pole and tossed with peanuts:

"I've told you the secret recipe, what else do I do in business?"

"oh……"

Tang Jingyan pursed her lips, knowing that she had asked too much.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled. He didn't care about the shopkeeper's attitude. He put down the wine bowl, ordered a few dishes from the restaurant next door, and had a meal with Yan Ge, and bought a few jars of wine to drink on the way.

After dinner, Yan Ge got up to pay the bill, but Zuo Lingquan did not refuse. This move was equivalent to agreeing to accompany Yan Ge to go home and have a look.

Yangshan is in the eastern part of Caiyi Kingdom, more than 600 miles away from Changning City. If you ride a horse on a snowy day, you can say at least four or five days.

Zuo Lingquan was not sure whether he could solve the problem, so he naturally would not act like a Taoist immortal master first, or would choose to ride over with Yan Ge.

Because it was dark and the snowy night was rushing, people and horses couldn't stand it. Under Yan Ge's introduction, a few of them found an inn with a good environment and stayed in--

The wind and snow were blowing, making the lanterns outside the window rustling. The room was still quiet, but there was no stove, and the temperature was only a little higher than the ice and snow outside.

In order to prevent the guests from freezing to death in the house, the inn thoughtfully prepared two thick quilts, but this is naturally not useful for Zuo Lingquan and others.

In the room, Tang Jingwen untied the thick fur on her body and leaned her head against the thick bedding. She did not dispel the alcohol. She teased the dumplings that were asking for dried fish with a look that seemed drunk but not drunk.

Zuo Lingquan wanted to be alert to the surrounding area, so he naturally could not indulge in the feeling of being slightly drunk. After sending Xie Qiutao back to the house, he came to Jingyan's house and closed the door.

Seeing Jingyan lying horizontally on the bed, the curves were revealed and the sound of "Damn, come here quickly." Zuo Lingquan smiled a little, walked to the bed with his hands and feet, half-squatted down, and held Jingyan's embroidered shoes.

The cute dumplings rolled back and forth around the side, and when they saw this, they turned up and looked at Zuo Lingquan who was helping take off their shoes. They were a little puzzled why Zuo Lingquan was so "filial". But as soon as they looked at them, they turned black and were buried under the thick bedding.

"grumble?"

Jingyan covered the ball tightly, and the hem of the skirt was slowly lifted up. Her eyes looked a little strange, but she did not shrink her feet, but asked in a low voice:

"Wife, are you busy?"

Zuo Lingquan just pulled down the edge of his pantyhose and saw the outline of the fat and soft white jade tiger. He stopped hearing the sound.

Tang Jingwen was silent for a moment, and was about to let Zuo Lingquan continue when he heard a response from his mind:

"Are you in Caiyi Country?"

"Yeah, are you busy? I'll start..."

“Busy.”

Tang Jingyan was a little disbelief, so she pulled Zuo Lingquan's finger and placed it on her clothes, and said in a teasing way:

"What are you busy with? If you don't explain it clearly, it's very difficult for my sister to do it."

Zuo Lingquan was naturally not easy to attack, so he stood up and fell next to Jingyan, waiting for her to negotiate with the ancestor.

Zuo Lingquan could only hear Jingyan's words, but could not hear the response of the ancestor. After waiting for a while, Jingyan's body stiffened, then skillfully raised her hands, and used her true energy as a guide to draw a red magic array in the air in front of the two of them. Then the magic arrays gradually became hazy and the picture began to appear.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned. He didn't expect that Jingyan could still use this magical power. He pulled Jingyan's skirt and sat down and looked at it carefully.

The magic circle floating in front of him should be from the perspective of the ancestors. It is the galaxy and the moon, and the clouds divide the two worlds of immortals and mortals.

A dumb and fat girl wearing straw sandals was holding her cheeks, lying on the clouds, looking at the distant horizon.

Under the silver moon in the sky, there is a golden river that slowly moves towards the north in the quiet night sky. If you look closely, you will find that it is a long dragon composed of lights.

Tang Jing was confused, so she looked at Dunshi's girl not far from her perspective and asked:

"Is this your daughter?"

A sound came from the screen:

"When I was a kid."

"Um?"

Tang Jingyan was stunned. He approached him and looked at him carefully. He wanted to touch him with his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't touch him.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were placed on the long dragon of lights in the distance.

If you look closely, you will see that there are hundreds of ferries in the long dragon, with giant puppets, large spirit beasts, mountains of elixir materials and magic weapons. There are various flying spirit beasts on the outer side of the fleet. The monks who are driving the weapons are even more dense as locusts. If you sweep them at a glance, you will probably not be less than ten thousand people.

Zuo Lingquan has been on the path of cultivation for a long time, and he has seen a big scene, but it is indeed the first time that such a huge team has seen him traveling together in the air. With the vast world in front of him, the scene even shocked him a little.

“What are these?”

"The reinforcements sent by the nine sects will assist Hua Junzhou in attacking Posazhou."

Zuo Lingquan had not yet left Yuyaozhou, and was not sure about the situation outside. Seeing so many people rushing to the battlefield of immortals and demons, he naturally became solemn and said:

"Are these people disciples of the Nine Sects?"

"There are eight thousand disciples of the nine sects, and nearly twenty thousand casual cultivators who have followed him after hearing the news. Cheng Jiujiang and Wang Rui you know are among them."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan was chased by a wild cultivator while in Qihuang Valley. His junior brother Wang Rui once sacrificed his life to save him. He knew Wang Rui's personality, and it was not uncommon for him to go to war with passion, but he remembered that Wang Rui had just practiced his energy back then.

Needless to say, Cheng Jiujiang is the old man who is standard, expecting him to go to war?

"Senior Shangguan, are these people not the strong men of the nine sects?"

"When good and evil fight, strong men are forced to send troops to the other party. These monks are spontaneous. After Wang Rui became a disciple of Lu Jianchen, he has been in seclusion on the terrace. This time he followed the experience. As for Cheng Jiujiang, Song Chi, the god-shaking fist that Lingye brought to worship, Song Chi was born in the Jianghu Lake and had a chivalrous spirit. He and Tiecu Mansion asked for his orders, so Cheng Jiujiang followed him."

Zuo Lingquan had a close relationship with these people, so he was naturally worried about his safety. He wanted to ask, but he asked if the battlefield was dangerous or not. He seemed a little idiot, so he didn't speak.

The ancestor Shangguan could guess Zuo Lingquan’s thoughts and responded:

"The battlefield of immortals and demons is crueler than you think. It is a blessing that these people can come back in the past. I am not only seeing them off, but also sending them on their way. There are many people who can only see them again in the next life."

When Zuo Lingquan heard that he was not one or more, his heart was shocked and he sat up straight.

Tang Jingwen also frowned: "Knowing that most people are going to die, why did you let them go?"

"This is the purpose of cultivation. If you don't go, who will give you a chance to be in a quiet and peaceful manner in the room?"

After the ancestor Shangguan finished speaking, the formation in front of him disappeared on its own and the picture disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingyan pursed her lips, thinking that the good woman was really busy, so she tidied up her clothes and whispered:

"Forget it today?"

Zuo Lingquan's original thoughts had disappeared. He was silent, sat cross-legged on the bed, and smiled:

"Well, let's practice. After finishing this, maybe I can follow you to take a look. Cheng Jiujiang has gone to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Let's wander around behind, like something."

"It's so dangerous outside. Slaying demons here is also killing demons and eliminating demons.

"Too……"

...

On the other side, in the room separated by a wall.

I drank a lot of Xie Qiutao in the wine shop, but I didn't dispel the alcohol. My face was red, and I leaned on the pillow and held the iron pipa in my arms. I wanted to play it with it a few times, but I was in the secular world and gave up this idea.

The feeling of dizziness in my mind makes me feel a little drifty.

Xie Qiutao lay down for a moment, turned over and clamped the bedding between his legs, laying down like a big pillow, and then placed the little dragon turtle huddled in the shell in front of him, squinting his eyes to figure out how to enlighten his wisdom.

But when people are drunk, what kind of serious things can they think about? After thinking for a while, Xie Qiutao's thoughts slowly floated to other places, such as 'What are Sister Jingying and Mr. Zuo doing' "Is there a sound of um um um um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh oh ah ah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

After thinking about it for a while, Xie Qiutao's eyelids gradually became heavier and slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was asleep.

But after a moment, Xie Qiutao, who was sleeping, gradually frowned and her eyes turned rapidly, as if she had a nightmare.

The little dragon turtle, who had never dared to show his head, seemed to notice something. He slowly poked out a golden dragon head with two small horns from the turtle shell, with two small beards hanging on it, and her eyes were like mung beans, looking blankly at the sleeping girl next to her.

Xie Qiutao did something that seemed to be a normal nightmare. Her eyes moved faster and faster, and her hands grabbed the bedding tightly, almost tearing the quilt to pieces, and her expression even showed a three-point hideous look.

The little dragon turtle was a little scared. Seeing that the situation was not good, he slowly climbed down the bed, but the little dragon turtle was placed inside. When climbing over the iron pipa, he accidentally stepped on the strings of the pipa. A sound suddenly sounded in the room:

"Dong"

The low sound of the pipa is not loud, but it is like a hammer hitting a person's chest directly.

Xie Qiutao, with a ferocious expression, was instantly awakened and turned around.

"Huh...huh...why are you asleep..."

Xie Qiutao took a few deep breaths and touched her forehead before she realized that she was covered in cold sweat. Her eyes were blank. She looked down at the pipa that was placed in her arms, and then to her side.

The little dragon turtle, who was escaping with his claws, glanced at each other and retracted back to the turtle shell.

“Eh?!”

Xie Qiutao's eyes lit up, and the confusion in her eyes swept away. She quickly picked up the dragon turtle that had crawled out and looked in her hand:

"Come out, I will accept you as a spiritual pet. Follow me in the future and make sure you are delicious and spicy..."

The sound of the pipa vibrating also alarmed the man and woman meditating next door. Zuo Lingquan's voice came:

"Miss Xie, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, I fell asleep after drinking too much, and accidentally touched the strings of the pipa."

"Yes, go to bed early."

"good……"
Chapter completed!