Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 861
Although the immortal herbs in the Sumeru Sutra can also be found in the elixir fields of some sects, the connotation of spirit qi is different, and the medicinal effect is much stronger than the immortal herbs of the same rank from outside.

The wine mixed with these plant spirits is naturally not comparable to ordinary wine.

Especially for an expert like Master who is addicted to alcohol and has tasted many good wines, as soon as the wine enters his throat, he knows that this wine is really rare and has a real effect.

But his thoughts about Yanyan were clear in his heart, but he couldn't bear the temptation of good wine, he was in a dilemma, and cried anxiously for a while.

Seeing the old man with red eye circles, eagerly looking at the small flagon on the table, he smiled lightly.

She reached out to pick up the wine jug, and handed it in front of Master: "Since Master likes it, give this jug of wine to Master."

The master raised his head, looked at Yanyan's bright black eyes illuminated by the candlelight, and asked: "The girl gave you wine because I want the old man to take you to find the storyteller."

Yanyan shook her head lightly: "It's just a jug of wine, even if I give it to you, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, Yanyan stuffed the jug into the old man's arms: "It's getting late, Master took the wine back and sipped it slowly, but my wine is stronger than ordinary wine, Master wait to drink it when you get home, so as not to make a big fuss." It’s outrageous to be drunk on the street in the middle of the night.”

The master held the wine jug in his arms tightly with both hands, staring at Yanyan without blinking: "You... are you really willing to give this wine to me for nothing?"

"Well, it's free!"

Yanyan responded generously, and sat down in front of the desk, grabbed the book next to her pillow and prepared to read at night.

The master glanced at the book spread out in front of her, and then at the girl with a gentle face under the lamp. His Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "You...you really don't want me to take you to the storyteller?"

Yanyan raised her eyebrows, raised her head and squinted at her master: "You talk too much nonsense, hurry up and leave before this girl repents. I will regret it later, maybe I will ask for the wine back!"

Speaking, Yan Yan made a gesture to reach out to snatch the flagon from the old man's arms.

The old man hastily stepped back a few steps, clutching the jug tightly in his arms, staring at Yan Yan: "If you give it, you won't regret it!"

Seeing the nervous look of the old man, Yanyan succeeded in intimidating others, smiled mischievously, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the open scroll in front of him again.

The old man: "It's really gone!"

Yanyan didn't raise her head, and waved her hands impatiently.

The old man took a deep look at Yan Yan, who was reading with downcast eyes, and striding towards the door with the flagon in his arms.

When he walked to the door, his hands were all on the doorknob, but the old man stopped moving.

After standing at the door for a while, the old man sighed heavily again, turned around and turned back.

Yan Yan raised her head from the book and looked at the Master who was walking back: "What? You don't want it anymore? Are you going to return the wine?"

While talking, Yan Yan reached out to grab the flagon in the old man's arms again.

The old man hurriedly hid the jug in his sleeve, like something precious.

Yanyan laughed: "Since you didn't return the wine, why did you come back? Could it be that you still want to give me another pot for nothing?"

The old man blushed, and the old man's eyes widened and he subconsciously wanted to get angry.

But when he met Shang Yanyan's black eyes that were as clear as mountain springs, he moved his lips twice, and finally he only let out a heavy sigh: "It's a pot of wine for your little girl, even if I drink it in my mouth, the old man will feel strange." I'm sorry, since you want to find the storyteller, I will accompany you all the way!"

Yanyan's eyes lit up immediately: "You always promised to take me there? That's great! Then let's go now..."

After speaking, Yanyan had already jumped off the bed, and walked towards the door with strides.

But the old man stood there without moving, his face was tense, and he looked at her seriously.

"Before I go, the old man needs to clarify something with you."

Yanyan turned back in front of the old man, looked into the old man's piercing eyes, swept away her usual cynicism, and nodded seriously: "Say it. I'm listening carefully."

Her attitude made the old man feel relieved, and his tone was calmer than before. He looked at Yanyan and asked, "Do you know Yewu Wilderness?"

Yan Yan nodded: "I know."

Old man: "People often die there at night."

Yan Yan nodded again: "I know this too."

The old man wrinkled his white eyebrows: "If you want to go to the storyteller's residence, you have to go through the night mist wilderness, how dare you go?"

Facing the old man's unusually serious gaze, Yan Yan's expression was calm, she nodded lightly, but she insisted on what she said: "Dare!"

The old man quietly stared into Yanyan's eyes.

The girl's eyes are always clear and bright. Looking into it, there is no flashy and detached expression on the surface. Instead, it is as quiet and introverted as a summer lotus, with a spotless determination in its softness, and a little bit of decisiveness temperament.

Looking into her pupils, the old man was slightly surprised.

This little girl is not very old, but her mind is firm and calm. Such a state of mind is rarely achieved by a monk of her age.

The old man couldn't help feeling a little fond of Yanyan.

Gently nodding: "Since the girl has already made up her mind, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the old man opened the door first and walked out.

Yan Yan glanced at the old man's straight back, and quickly followed.

After leaving the room, the old man stepped down from the railing in front of the door without taking the steps, and there was a faint brown cloud-like breath surging under his feet.

The old man is a monk of Tulinggen.

Yanyan saw the old man release the spirit energy with her own eyes, so she was not surprised by his status as a monk.

How can a person who can knock the sound of cloud boards into people's dreams be an ordinary person?

Yanyan also released the power of space, a golden cloud formed under her feet, and she followed the old man steadily.

The two of them walked down the wooden building of the inn, and walked out of the low fenced courtyard wall of the inn.

Into the dark night without lights.

The two of them came out of the room, went downstairs, passed by the courtyard of the inn, until they left the inn, no one noticed.

When going down the wooden building, Yan Yan saw the shopkeeper of the inn returning from night patrol in the backyard with a dim oil paper lantern in his hand.

The shopkeeper walked all the way along the wooden corridor, and the lantern light turned a corner at the stairs and disappeared.Yan Yan flew down from above his head, but the shopkeeper acted as if he had never seen her at all.

When the two of them passed the yard, not even the mules and horses tied up in the big grass shed next to them made any movement.

This feeling made Yan Yan feel inexplicably strange.

It was as if she and the wife leading the way were two invisible ghosts in reality.

This scene actually caused Yanyan to be in a trance, unable to tell whether she was dreaming or the real world.

After leaving the inn, the master didn't speak to Yan Yan any more, and walked forward silently in the night.

Yanyan followed closely behind the master, she felt that the speed under her feet was not fast, but the houses on both sides were retreating quickly, and Yanyan who was so fast could not see the scenery on both sides of the road clearly.

(End of this chapter)