Chapter 470 Guidance

Qixun felt like she was being robbed, but she couldn't resist.

Is this because her dear Great Sage brother has been robbing others before, and now his retribution is on his own sister?

What a sin!

With MMP in my heart and a smile on my face, I honestly took out the one-year "aged" monkey wine brewed by my second brother and offered it respectfully.

"Senior, this is brewed by my elder brother, but it only lasts for one year. Although the taste is not good, it is still drinkable. I have some mortal spirits. Although it has no spiritual energy, it is considered aged. In the mortal world, It can be regarded as the best wine, if the senior doesn’t dislike it, the junior can offer two bottles.”

The drunken Hou laughed: "Whether you have spiritual energy or not, it doesn't matter. Good wine is the most important thing. Little Douding, bring it."

Qi Xun gritted his teeth secretly, what a little Douding! She has a slender figure, handsome features, and a chic temperament. Why is she so small?

Fortunately, there are Wuliangye and Maotai stored in her previous life in her space. These two national wines are definitely the best among the wines.

I took out some of it before and gave it to my beautiful lady who loves wine, but now I don’t have much left.

Qixun happily took out a bottle each of Moutai and Wuliangye.

The drunk Hou had already opened the monkey wine brewed by Brother Monkey and took a sip, and immediately praised: "Good wine!"

Qi Xun presented two bottles of aged white wine and said with a smile: "The wine I just tasted the night before is called Monkey Wine. It is said that it originated from the wine-making skills of the Monkey Demon clan and is considered to be the best wine in the world." It’s a pity that this wine is only one year old, so the taste is a bit worse after all.”

After hearing this, the drunken Hou felt quite regretful: "It's a pity that I opened it. Do you still have the little diced beans? If you give me another jar, I will treasure it and wait for hundreds of years before drinking it again! But, since it is the thing of the demon clan , how did your brother acquire the art of brewing wine?"

Qixun nodded heartbrokenly. He had given away a lot of old turtles before.

She couldn't bear to part with any of the inventory she had here.

As for how her second brother obtained the brewing process of Houer Wine, haha, I'm sorry, this is a long story. Forgive me for not telling you!

Qixun honestly took out a jar and presented it to him.

Drunken Hou took it, put it directly into the storage ring, and laughed: "Monkey Wine, Drunken Hou, this wine is destined to be with me."

Then he pointed to the other two bottles of wine that Qixun gave her before: "Is this mortal wine really as good as you said? This bottle is really strange."

When Qixun took it out, he had already removed the outer packaging box.

Because it comes in a glass bottle, it’s strange to say it when you’re drunk.

"It is rare to use glass to store wine. Glass is precious in the world, so if you use it to hold wine, the wine will be extraordinary. Such clear and refreshing wine soup is really rare. I do believe your words. This wine should be the best in the world. ! Let me have a taste."

After opening the bottle cap, the mellow aroma overflowed, and he took a sip of Maotai into his throat. The drunk Hou shouted: "It's so happy! It lives up to the name of the best! Xiaodou Ding, I will give you these jars of wine from me. I... .”

Qixun looked at him expectantly and thought, let's see what benefits you, senior, can give me! Hum, the Great Sage’s sister, am I the one who is short of money?

Unexpectedly, when the drunken Hou said this, he stopped, looked at Qixun for four or five seconds, and then said: "You use a knife? Knife repair?"

I have only heard of sword cultivators, but not sword cultivators. However, mortal knights are known as swordsmen.

But, no, Qixun's love for the sword comes from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, when it comes to the path of spiritual cultivation, she may be considered a talisman cultivator.

Although it was related to the way he walked, Qixun didn't feel the need to be restricted by this way.

"I just like to use swords. I don't know if I can be considered a swordsman."

The drunken Hou nodded: "For us ascetics, it is enough if you like it. You can use a set of sword skills you have learned, and I will show you."

Qixun saw that this senior was holding a sword in one hand even when he was talking to her. He had kept his hands close to each other before, and his heart moved: "Is senior a sword cultivator?"

Mentioning the sword, Drunken Hou said solemnly: "Yes, sword repairman. If the sword is a gentleman's weapon, then the sword is the tyrant in the weapon. The world has two names for me, one is Drunken Hou, and the other is One-Sword Hou. Jiu The only two loves in my life are swords, but I love swords, and I love wine even more. Well, first, show me how you practice with your sword."

Qixun nodded and raised the knife. The moment he raised the knife, his whole aura changed.

The drunken Hou nodded secretly.

What Qi Xun uses is the Hu family's sword technique modified by Brother Monkey, coupled with Feiyun Step. Every move has the flying dragon's movement, and the domineering aura of a swordsman.

After Qixun sheathed his sword, Drunk Hou nodded: "Yes, at such a young age, not only can he unleash his sword energy, but he also has a formidable sword intention. Such a genius! Do you really have no master?"

Qixun nodded: "Please give me some advice, senior."

The drunken Hou thought to himself, "It's better not to have a master. I happen to be short of a disciple, and this little Douding is good."

If you don't have this natural beauty, you won't be worthy of a master like me.

However, he did not comment too much on Qixun's sword skills. He only said: "This set of sword skills of yours can be seen to be created by an expert. There is nothing wrong with your sword skills. Even if it is not heaven-level, it should at least be earth-level." Super swordsmanship. However, there is something wrong with you as a sword wielder. You are not aggressive enough, your killing intent is not enough, your moves are not ruthless enough, in a word, you are too soft. Just take a look at how I use the sword."

"The Evil God"

Qixun frowned.

She always felt that her sword practice was quite good.

At least on that trip to the capital, I was able to fight the enemy in actual combat and leapfrog the enemy's ranks. And win the battle. Win and kill.

And over such a long period of time, her sword skills have also improved.

But in the eyes of this senior, is it so unbearable?

In fact, she was overthinking this.

The drunken Hou had reached the Martial Master realm and was famous for his swordsmanship. In his eyes, Qixun's sword was naturally full of flaws.

But in fact, according to what he said, at such an age, being able to practice sword spirit is already a long time ago, and to be able to practice sword spirit, he can really be regarded as an unborn genius.

Fortunately, Qixun didn't dwell too much on this.

The seniors were experts in using knives, so it was natural for them to think that she was not good at it.

She only watched the drunken Hou take out the knife seriously.

Just one move had already made her addicted.

The awe-inspiring sword intent, the strong murderous aura, and the aura that dominated thousands of armies came with awe, overwhelming her and almost suffocating her.

But she tried hard to hold up her back, even though she was sweating profusely, she still did not succumb to the sword's intention. At the same time, she also stared at the drunken man's sword style in front of her, not wanting to blink.

At this time, the drunken Hou had no trace of the unrestrained and unrestrained behavior he had when he was drinking before. He was like an iron-blooded general among thousands of troops, like a domineering emperor who dominated the world, and people couldn't help but admire him.

It wasn't until the drunken Hou sheathed his knife that his whole aura subsided and returned to his free and unrestrained look.

"Can you see clearly? How about it?"

The drunken Hou held a knife in one hand and picked up Maotai in the other and took a sip. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Qixun and asked.