Eight Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Wine Sword Sect

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The beacon fire here is at the highest place in Beiyanguan, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach it.

Even if the spirits with the ability to fly can arrive, they would not dare to act rashly. After all, this is the military center of Beiyanguan.

If you want to visit here without being discovered by the city defense, you also need something.

But if you want to get close to Feng Xingying without being discovered, you need greater ability.

This old man with eyebrows and beards, and a little sloppy, obviously has the ability.

But Feng Xingying didn't see the habit of posting it on seniors who had the ability.

After all, 80% of those who posted seniors wanted to worship seniors as their teachers, and Feng Xingying was afraid that someone would want to accept her as a disciple and cause trouble.

The strange situation now is that the old man waited eagerly to show his hand, and then mixed with some wine. Seeing that this little girl is smart and smart, she should know what to do next, right?

Who knew that Feng Xingying would not enter the routine, just poured two glasses of wine, and in the eyes of the old man Baba, handed a glass to Qin Molin, and squeezed a glass into his hands to taste carefully.

While tasting the wine, Feng Xingying nodded: "You're right, I really awakened my spiritual power too late, and I haven't understood these things yet. I'll try this method later."

"Okay, when you try it, you can ask the old man to taste it and be a judge for you." The old man couldn't wait. Since Feng Xingying didn't pour him a drink, he didn't bother to care about the common etiquette and stretched out his hand. Just grab the small wine jar.

With such a small jar of wine, this little girl has poured out three cups, and it is estimated that only half of it is left, so she can't waste it any more!

Unexpectedly, when his hand was about to touch the wine jar, a slender jade hand said as fast as lightning, grabbed and raised it, and the small wine jar was dripping on the pair of snow-white hands.

The old man raised his head and met Feng Xingying's serious face.

He thought that Qin Molin would make a move, but he didn't expect it to be this little girl?

"Interesting! Somebody's hand speed is faster than this old man." The old man's interest in Feng Xingying is now greater than the wine that made him scratch his lungs just now.

Feng Xingying's movements are not fancy, but very neat, grabbing, turning, flipping, and throwing with his right hand, then catching it with his left hand, taking a step back, and smilingly looking at the old man:

"Could it be that the first Lingjian sect instructor of Tangtang Xiuling Academy,

You want to grab a drink from one of my juniors too? "

"It's boring!" The old man angrily sat across from them and looked at Qin Molin with a sullen face: "You kid, as expected, you've gone mad because of women, and even told her my origin."

"I haven't had time to speak yet." Qin Molin shrugged helplessly.

Feng Xingying also sat down and handed a half-person-high wine jar to the old man before he started to analyze with a smile:

"Don't you know that there is a first god strategy for entering the Xiuling Academy, and if you want to enter the Xiuling Academy, you must carry at least a jar of top-quality wine with you.

Because Jin Wujian, the first sword sect of Xiuling Academy, loves wine more than swords, and has almost zero resistance to fine wine, also known as Wine Sword Sect.

If you are drinking and encounter an old man who is casually dressed and has an easy-going temperament but has a strong sword-like air, you must invite him to drink a glass of wine.

Because this person must be a wine sword sect, and his old man always has the best wine. As long as he drinks your wine, he will fulfill your wish that is not excessive, such as entering the Xiuling Academy, or asking him to give advice once.

It's a pity that Jiujianzong's nose is very picky, and ordinary wine can't get into his mouth. "