Chapter 1445: Cant finish the glass of wine! (2/2)
But he couldn't tell, one after the other, which is the ghost and which is the world!
Suddenly, Li Yao smelled a slightly pungent aroma, which was a kind of rich and mellow medicinal liquor, mixed with seven or eight kinds of meaty aromas, and a fascinating taste.
I faintly heard the sound of laughter coming from far ahead.
Li Yao was curious, raised his nose, and walked over with a deep foot and a shallow foot along the direction of the fragrance.
After walking for a long time, I saw a small tattered sampan leaning against a small mud puddle under a tree with a crooked neck that was struck by lightning.
A large pot was set up next to it, ”gumming” I didn't know what was being cooked, and the aroma topped the lid of the pot with a ”pop”, almost condensed into milky milky white smoke overflowing.
There are also wine, dozens of jars of old wine lined up. The light wine jars are all good things that are shiny and faintly emitting dark golden light. The mud seal is also stamped with a stamp. It looks like a majestic tiger. It is a great wine from the collection of Hu Xiaotang!
There are two people sitting on the small sampan, one head and one tail. They are handsome and handsome, the Yushu is near the wind, and the unscrupulous monk Kuchan, and the ragged, sloppy, dirty, dirty beggar Xiaoyu!
Master Kuchan and Ba Xiaoyu seem to be old friends who have known each other for many years.
Ba Xiaoyu took a copy, used psychic energy to **** up a jar of old wine, smashed the mud seal, poured the honey-like liquor of Huang Chengcheng into two large water scoops, clapped his hands and laughed: ”Hu Xiaotang, rascals, murder. Setting fire and doing a lot of evil, it is worse than a mangy dog! But these concocted'bear-hearted leopard and cowardly bone wine' are really **** fine wines in the world! The first time he saw the two fathers and sons drinking, he was greedy. Even the insects have to come out down the throat, wishing to jump down, punch one by one, knock it over, and drink up all the old wine!”
”After a year of hard work, I finally waited until today. In the words of the monk, it is really Amitabha. It is wonderful! Hey, monk, here are thirty altars of wine. You drink one altar, and the rest beggars drink. If you don’t have enough, eat more. Some meat!”
Having said that, Ba Xiaoyu held the scoop in both hands and opened the blood basin. Not counting the monsters in the blood demon world, Li Yao has never seen anyone who can open his mouth so wide—a ”gudu” mouthful. The big water scoop bears the heart and leopard's cowardly bone wine, there is no more dripping!
”Oh!”
Ba Xiaoyu burped the earth-shaking wine, laughed loudly, ”I can't finish drinking a glass of wine, I can't cut the head of the wicked person, happy, happy!”
He was not in a hurry to pour the second ladle of wine, but spread his five fingers and inhaled two jars of wine with psychic energy. With a shake of his arm, the two jars of wine were thrown high in the air, smashed to pieces with a ”bang”!
”Leiyinmen! Qingxia City! Wuxiangzong...and all the people killed by the Black Evil Sect, all the cultivators and ordinary people, today, you can finally take a look!”
The fine wine is like rain, one after another, like shattered stars, falling on the dark earth.
Master Kuchan sighed, holding the string of fist-sized rosary beads, floating in the air, slowly rotating amidst a series of quiet and stable scriptures, emitting a soft and extremely soft light.
”What nonsense things, hide their heads and overhear there, do you want to steal Huazi's wine!”
Ba Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, took a sip, and cursed in Li Yao's direction.
Li Yao frowned secretly. He didn't hide his appearance, but walked openly. Although the black lights were blinding here, under the shining stars, it was impossible for Yiba Xiaoyu's cultivation skills to fail to recognize him.
Since you know who he is, why is this attitude?
Li Yao felt that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu was very hostile towards him.
This is really the monk Zhang Er's mind. Li Yao is sure that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu and Master Lingjiu should be strangers, and there is nothing wrong with them.
”Old man, be restful and restless.”
Master Kuchan stopped chanting, opened his eyes slightly, smiled at Li Yao, and turned his head to say to Ba Xiaoyu, ”I think the benefactor of Lingjiu's eyebrows are condensed and not broken, and his eyes are sharp and not hurt, although there is a murderous look looming in him. Above the Yintang, there is not much ferocity, it is not like being frenzied, brutal, murderous, and exterminating humanity!”
”It is rumored in the cultivation world that he used to bloodbath several tribes without any reservation, and his fierce reputation spread throughout Wunan. The monk knows that you are hateful and hateful, so naturally you don't want to associate with such a person.”
”But according to the monk's opinion, the spiritual eagle donor who can't appear here is such a person.”
”Either, there is hidden information in this matter, the rumors are wrong, and the rumor is wrong. After all, it was almost a hundred years ago; or, after the spiritual vulture donor received the inheritance of the swordsmith Yan Zhu of the Great Zhou, he really realized it, and it hurts. Change the past, reborn, and re-behave!”