Chapter 1145 (2/2)
The next breath, the Suoyuan coffin in the aurora of shanhaitu seems to feel the arrival of the two men and begin to shake slightly. At the same time, wisps of emerald green Sabre Qi, accompanied by the piercing sound of knives, overflow from the coffin and diffuse outward.
The originally very quiet Sitian hall was full of vitality because of the sudden sound of the knife whistling. In the ears of Zhao Yu and Huang Ting, it was like the old man lying in the coffin shouting and inquiring.
Asking if you brought any wine?
After that, Huang Ting, a middle-aged man in green shirt, showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He patted the wine jar in front of him, and then he opened his mouth and said, ”if you bring wine, one jar for each person, I will let you drink enough.”
After that, Huang Ting opened the mouth of the peach blossom wine jar in front of him, and immediately the rich mellow fragrance swept out with his words:
”and it's a good Taogong wine, which you can't drink on weekdays. Not only that, your majesty also brought a jar of Xuantian wine, the top two kinds of wine in the whole vast land of Shenzhou. This time, you have brought all of them to Dad.”
As soon as Huang Ting said this, the green Sabre Qi overflowing from the coffin was powerful for several minutes in an instant. Along with the whole eight story Hall of the Sitian tower, the sound of sabre breath was even louder, which made people feel excited. It was enough to see the Yellow move in Suoyuan coffin and the desire for these two jars of wine.
”My grandfather is the same as before, drinking like a life.”
After the young emperor's faint voice dropped, Zhao Yu picked up the few Xuantian spirits in front of the White Emperor's palace. He got up and walked slowly to the front of the aurora in the mountain and sea map, just a line away from the frozen Suoyuan coffin in the light. Then he continued to say:
”grandfather, today's Royal son and uncle are here with good wine because of a happy event A happy event for everyone. ”
After that, Zhao Yu mentioned Xuantian wine, and Emperor Yin continued to say:
”I'm a father, and I'm also a father of two children. After a while, you can listen to those two little guys call you” great grandfather. ”
As soon as Zhao Yu's voice was not loud, the whistling that originally rang through the eighth floor of the whole Sitian tower suddenly stopped. The next breath, the coffin cover of Suoyuan coffin in the aurora of the mountain and sea map in front of Zhao Yu directly and violently jumped up, just as the old man lying inside was trying to break the coffin and make a deafening noise.”Boom
Under the loud noise, the coffin cover of Suoyuan's coffin jumped again. Then Zhao Yu stretched out his left hand and went straight into the aurora. He pressed down the trembling coffin cover. His voice then said:
”grandfather, don't worry. I'll bring the little guys to see you some other day. Please have a good drink today.”
After the rolling emperor's voice came out, it was almost called the extreme cold mountain and sea map light in the world. With only a few minutes, it formed a thick layer of solid ice on Zhao Yu's whole left hand.
Zhao Yu shook his left hand inwardly, and the silver awn appeared. He directly blasted the ice with dark blue light into powder and scattered it into blue fog. Then the young emperor lifted the Xuantian wine in his hand and poured it on the Suoyuan coffin below.
The amber colored Qiongjiang liquor turns into a downward track in the void of the eighth floor of the Sitian pagoda, and flows into the aurora of shanhaitu. Then the green sword Qi in Suoyuan's coffin, which has been impatient for a long time, even before the Xuantian wine freezes, it gathers inward to form a lifelike light deer, and opens its mouth to inhale.
With the roar of the sword, Zhao yukuai's pot of Xuantian wine was directly sucked by Julu without any leakage. Then the Guanglu seemed to be still in the end, and urged Zhao yukuai to dump another jar of peach blossom wine with the louder sound of the knife.
”I'll let you have a good drink today. If it's not enough, I'll send someone to get all the Xuantian spirits in the palace!”
The rolling emperor's voice spreads out from Zhao Yu's mouth. Then Zhao Yuzhang's hand and Huang Ting's side take over the remaining half of peach blossom wine, and continue to pour down towards Suoyuan coffin.
On the autumn night of August in the ninetieth year of the great summer calendar, the mellow aroma of wine on the eighth floor of the whole Sitian pagoda was filled for a whole hour. Eight groups of officials came from the palace of the White Emperor.