Chapter 307: Apprenticeship to Zhang Sheng, Mysterious Wine

"Senior Brother Zhang is indeed in this bitter cold place now."

Tian Zhenjun sighed.

She scanned the battlefield below with her consciousness and found that the Qing Sword Sect had the upper hand. Then she told Yang Che without any worries about the situation of the Sword Sifeng Peak Advocate Saint Master Brother.

…

An hour later.

Yang Che followed the Seven Peaks Master to the current ‘Qing Sword Sect’.

There are several huge icebergs towering into the clouds, surrounded by more than a dozen ice and snow canyons.

These dozen ice and snow grand canyons are where the new sect of Qingjian Sect is now located.

It is surrounded by several huge icebergs, blocking the biting cold wind outside.

Therefore, although the large canyon in the middle is a bit cold and barren, there is no howling wind, so the cultivators reluctantly opened many caves here.

Soon, Yang Che was taken to an increasingly remote and narrow valley by Tian Zhenjun.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, the Fourth Sword Peak is here now. Senior Brother Zhang has been very withdrawn and eccentric in the past few decades, and we brothers and sisters don't dare to disturb him. I'll ask you to go in and find him yourself."

Tian Zhenjun said to Yang Che, while looking inside, there was a bit of hesitation on his face.

But in the end she sighed softly and gave up her plan to enter.

"Thank you, Senior Tian."

Yang Che cupped his hands and thanked him.

After Tian Zhenjun left, he slowly stepped into the valley with some excitement.

Thinking of what Peak Master Tian had said before about the grievances and prejudices suffered by these old men, Yang Che felt even more mixed emotions in his heart.

Especially what Tian Zhenjun said, saying that the old man thought 'he' died on the battlefield in the realm. Even in the terrible situation where his cultivation had fallen to the edge of the early stage of Nascent Soul, he still stood up to the Yuwen family, which shocked many Xuanwu realms. The strong man made Yang Che feel warm in his heart.

After passing through a long path made of jagged rocks, the view suddenly opened up.

The valley, half covered by ice and snow, was covered in silver.

About a hundred feet ahead, a waterfall poured down from the iceberg into a small pool.

There are actually some green lotus leaves floating in the deep pool, spread out on the water surface.

More than ten feet away from the deep pool, there is a simple stone pavilion.

There are stone tables and benches in the pavilion.

Next to the pavilion, there is a big tree that has lost all its leaves.

Yang Che jumped over the deep pool, passed through the stone pavilion, and came to the back of the big tree.

Here there are twists and turns, and there is an open land.

Yang Che was suddenly startled and stood there blankly.

Ahead, in the snow.

An old man wearing a gray and white gown and a bamboo hat was holding a hoe and was tidying up the fields.

Seeing the golden wine gourd with a thin layer of snow hanging on the old man's waist, Yang Che suddenly felt a slight soreness in his nose.

In his impression, the old man had always had fair hair and a childish face, a fairy-like spirit, elegant and elegant, very clean and handsome.

But at this moment, the old man was unshaven, unkempt, and looked like he was in his twilight years.

Yang Che opened his mouth, not knowing what to call the old man for a moment.

Just when Yang Che was hesitating, the aura of the old man Zhang Sheng, who was holding a hoe, suddenly experienced an astonishing change.

He turned around and stared directly at Yang Che. His eyes, which were originally dull, suddenly shot out with a sharp cold light.

But soon, the sharp cold light disappeared, replaced by surprise, and then a ray of relief.

He suddenly flicked his hand around, and faint marks of the formation appeared like ripples of water.

"It's actually in the late stage of pill formation, not bad."

Zhang Sheng threw the hoe in his hand into the snow, took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, then hung it back on his waist, and patted it carefully.

Yang Che was a little surprised. How could the old man recognize him so easily?

The old man is not simple.

This thought immediately appeared in Yang Che's mind.

"Let's go to the pavilion."

Zhang Sheng said, shaking off the thin snow on his body, walked into the stone pavilion and sat down.

Yang Che also quickly walked in. Without saying a word, he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Master, please accept my disciple Yang Che's bow."

With that said, he respectfully performed the apprenticeship ceremony.

Zhang Sheng seemed not surprised, nodded and said: "Well, get up."

Yang Che stood up and said with a solemn expression: "Master, you have been wronged over the years. It was your disciples who caused you trouble."

Zhang Shengqi waved his hands and said, "What grievance? It's just that I don't want to argue or argue. But you, being the chief disciple of Sword Four Peaks, are really wronged."

As Zhang Sheng spoke, he took off the golden wine gourd from his waist and said to Yang Che: "Sit down and have a few sips with me. Just treat it as my master's celebration that you are still alive and have become a true disciple of me."

Yang Che sat down.

Zhang Sheng flicked his hand, and two exquisite jade wine sets appeared on the stone table.

Then Zhang Sheng suddenly cast a spell, and the faint golden light merged into the stone table and disappeared. Then he put the golden wine gourd on it.

"Pour the bar."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Sheng's face.

Yang Che immediately reached for the golden wine gourd, preparing to fill it up for his master.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he grasped the wine gourd, he found that the gourd was extremely heavy and he was unable to lift it.

Extreme power suddenly poured into his palm, and Yang Che tried to lift the wine gourd again.

This time, the wine gourd finally moved.

But still very heavy.

Even if Yang Che poured all the power in his body into his palm, he could only barely lift it.

When he filled the two wine vessels, he was already panting with exhaustion, and his strength was greatly consumed.

It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of "tiredness", Yang Che was both surprised and felt very incredible.

And such a heavy wine gourd was as light as a feather in the old man's hand.

"Try it."

Zhang Sheng said, and he picked it up and drank it all, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Yang Che knew that this was "Heavenly Soul Wine", and he picked up the wine vessel and drank it all.

"Hey, it's not right!"

Yang Che instantly realized that something was wrong.

After drinking this wine, he immediately felt dizzy and his head was buzzing.

"Don't panic, slowly refine this wine."

Dizzy, he heard the voice of his master.

So he immediately sat cross-legged, and started to refine this wine crazily by running the "Heaven and Earth Chaos Art".

What Yang Che didn't expect was that he spent a full six months on this refining.

After completely refining the wine in his body, Yang Che found that his cultivation was close to the great perfection of the Jindan stage?

"This..."

Yang Che was a little confused, but soon replaced by great joy.

At the same time, he was very interested in the old man's golden wine gourd and the wine inside.

At this time, the voice of Master Zhang Sheng suddenly sounded:

"Since you have not been able to help you personally with the foundation building and the Jindan stage, this time, I will do my best to help you condense a perfect Yuanying."

"Condense... a perfect Yuanying?"

Yang Che was shocked and turned his head to look at the old man in disbelief.