Chapter 1361: The Abnormality of the Drunken Taoist

When Ye Xiaochuan heard his master agreeing with him, his tail immediately raised and he looked at Yang Jiu with pride.

Yang Jiu was not convinced and said: "But the essence passed down by the ancestors of the past generations cannot be wrong." The drunk Taoist nodded, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and said: "It is actually difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. Clearly, Nineteen, you have just reached Lingji not long ago, and you have not yet entered the first level of swordsmanship. Your senior brother has already entered the threshold of the second level of swordsmanship. In terms of understanding of swordsmanship, your senior brother has already entered the room. Even if it is In the entire Cangyunmen Elder Academy, there are only a few people who understand the second level of swordsmanship, especially the Swift Wind Sword Intent. Your uncle Yu Zhenzi has been practicing with the Fengchi Sword for hundreds of years, and he is only at the second level. So, on top of some sword skills, you'd better listen to your

Brother's opinion. "

Yang Jiu pouted, all his heroic spirit gone.

Fatty Liu came and personally escorted six jars of hundreds of years old wine to the gate of the courtyard. He happened to hear the drunk Taoist inside teaching his disciples and also mentioned his master Yu Zhenzi. He chuckled and said, "Uncle Zui is right. When it comes to the sword intent of the wind, Master has the highest regard for Junior Brother Ye. Two days ago, Master watched the sword fight between Junior Brother Ye and Junior Sister Yang and others. When he came back Afterwards, he told his disciples that he said that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, but the master spent three hundred years.

It took Junior Brother Ye only twenty years to reach the second level of the Swift Wind Sword Intent that he had just reached. This made him very sad. He asked the disciple to walk around more with Junior Brother Ye in the future because they were both cultivating the Swift Wind Sword Intent. , I might as well ask Junior Brother Ye for his cultivation experience. "

Ye Xiaochuan didn't expect that the fat man would actually deliver the wine koji so early in the morning, and happily welcomed him in.

Fatty Liu is quite a good person. Besides, if he accepts his good wine, he will not suffer any loss.

He smiled and said: "Asking for advice is out of the question. When we have time, we can study the law of wind together and make progress together."

Fatty Liu was overjoyed. It seemed that Ye Xiaochuan was really a sensible person.

As soon as he saw the six jars of wine, the drunk Taoist's eyes turned red, and he said: "Yu Zhenzi, that old man is really generous this time. This wine has a rich aroma. It must be at least eight hundred years old. It is still six jars. At least it can Blending six hundred jars of burning knives."

Fatty Liu has been in the black market for so many years and has long since become a human spirit.

He smiled and said: "What did Uncle Zui say? Master said that since he is here to ask for advice, he can't be stingy. What's the point of just six jars of wine koji? Since Uncle Zui likes it, after these six jars are finished, Master Nephew will Send sixty altars to Uncle Master."

The drunk Taoist smiled and said: "You fat man can live with just one mouth. One jar of these 800-year-old wine koji is hard to find in the world, and there are only 60 jars. Since you are serious, I won't be polite."

He was so rude. He opened a large wine jar that was half a person tall and asked Xiaozhu to take out a few wine bowls and wine. Lou immediately scooped up a small bowl and took a small sip, his face showing. Showing an intoxicated look.

Ye Xiaochuan also reached out to scoop up the wine. He had never drunk the distiller's yeast before. It was specially used to blend spirits. A jar of ordinary Nuerhong could be blended with a ladle of distiller's yeast to make extremely strong Shaodaozi. Just now, the old drunkard master said that he could blend six hundred jars of burning knives, which was really not an exaggeration.

If you meet a profiteer who knows how to do business, it is possible to get two thousand altars by blending them. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan reaching out to scoop up the wine koji, the drunk Taoist was furious and slapped him aside. After eight hundred years of fermentation, less than a third of the half-person tall wine jar was actually left. The wine koji, one sip is one less sip. I didn’t see you and just took a small sip.

?

You kid still want to drink?

Not to mention there are no doors, not even windows!

He quickly asked Xiaozhu to move the six jars of wine into his room. He couldn't even store it in the wine cellar, lest a greedy little drunkard drink it secretly.

Not having tasted the thousand-year-old wine, Ye Xiaochuan was a little depressed and muttered that Master was eating alone and that this wine song was given to him by Senior Brother Liu...

As a result, he was slapped again by the drunk Taoist and lost his temper.

Drinking is soft-mouthed, and taking advantage of others is soft-handed.

Today the drunk Taoist is in a rare mood and plans to train the underachievers.

While sipping the wine koji, he talked about the secret of the sword.

The people living around were masters. In the north courtyard, as soon as Gu Paner got up, she heard a drunk Taoist talking about swordsmanship in the courtyard next door. She curled her lips and was about to go back to the house, but she saw Master Jingxuan walking out of the room. .

Master Jingxuan said: "What are you doing?"

Gu Pan'er yawned and said, "Master, it's still early, let's go back and take a nap."

Master Jingxuan said angrily: "You are stupid, but you are really stupid. Your uncle Qingfeng rarely teaches swordsmanship. You don't listen carefully and you go back to sleep?"

Gu Pan'er said in surprise: "Master, Uncle Zui can also use a sword? Over the years, his Qingfeng Sword has been pawned countless times for drinking money, but he has never seen Uncle Zui use his sword skills." Master Jingxuan hates Tie so much. Bu Chenggang said: "I have taught you all these years as a teacher in vain. Your uncle Qingfeng reached the state of having no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart three hundred years ago. In terms of understanding the way of the sword, being a teacher is far inferior. He, please hurry up and listen to him. It will be of great benefit to your future practice.

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As soon as Gu Pan'er heard this, her expression changed immediately. At this moment, Hu Daoxin was seen in the room next to him carrying a small horse and rushing out, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to the yard next door.

When Gu Paner saw it, all his sleepiness immediately disappeared and he shouted: "Junior sister, wait for me!"

Not only was Master Jingxuan surprised that the drunk Taoist actually taught his disciples the way of swordsmanship so early this morning, but the Taoist Chiyan in the south courtyard was also extremely surprised.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was still foolishly inviting him to eat, Taoist Chiyan kicked this stupid disciple several times.

The drunk Taoist rarely took action. In the past few hundred years, he only carried a wine gourd in his hand. The younger generation of disciples did not understand his strength. How could these elders of the older generation not know how powerful the drunk Taoist was?

The drunk Taoist was at the level of heaven and man. He had reached the second level of the way of swordsmanship for almost three hundred years. His combat power was unimaginable. He was also one of the top ten in the Duantian Cliff Fighting. It would definitely benefit these young disciples for a lifetime to listen to him teach some swordsmanship. If their status was not a hindrance, Master Jingxuan and Taoist Chiyan would have wanted to move a small stool to eavesdrop, but it would be the same to eavesdrop in their own yard, so at this moment the young disciples were all in the next yard, while Taoist Chiyan and Master Jingxuan were sitting in their own yard, drinking morning tea leisurely, but looking at their pricked up ears, one could tell that their minds were not on morning tea.