Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 709 Making Life With Wine (Subscribe, Recommend)
At night, the lights in the city gradually went out.

Above the sky, traces of starlight sprinkled, making people visible on both sides of the street.

"Junior Danyang Sect Zhao Shu, pay respects to senior." At this moment, a faint blue light suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Yumen.

This person is surprisingly the person invited by Liu Hao's residence more than a month ago.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Zhao Shu was extremely nervous.

Unlike Liu Hao and others, they just thought that Zhou Yu was an ordinary and strange person.

After all, Zhao Shu is a cultivator. After tasting the wine, he would not naively think that the wine maker is also an ordinary person.

The taste of the rice wine is second to none, but after drinking, as the wine spreads in the body, there is a strange charm born from it.

Under this charm, Zhao Shu found that his whole state of mind had undergone an astonishing transformation. In this transformation, the bottlenecks of his practice in the past were not only broken one after another.

Even after waking up, he was surprised to find that only a short period of more than ten days of retreat was comparable to his hard work in the past few months.

In fact, compared to the growth of his cultivation, he valued the transformation of his state of mind more.

Because after waking up, he had an unclear premonition that he would not be troubled by bottlenecks for a long time to come.

"My lifespan is at most [-] years left, I thought there was no hope for the golden core in this life, but I didn't expect this time to accept a disciple, but it ushered in a turning point.

If I can get the opportunity here, with my current cultivation base in the middle stage of the Dao Foundation Stage, I may not be unable to give it a go. "

Thinking of this, Zhao Shu looked at the gate in front of him, his eyes became more and more firm.

In fact, before coming here, he had also searched for fine wine in the city.

But after taking it, it is just an ordinary drink, which does not have the effect of the owner of the courtyard in front of him.

"There are also spiritual wines in the world of cultivating immortals, but most of them are only used to restore mana and nourish the body, and it can directly affect the realm, which is simply unheard of.

Liu Hao and his son once said that the owner of this place had tasted hundreds of wines in the city, so he opened this brewery.

But how can a person who can brew such a miraculous wine out of ordinary wine be ordinary. "

Thinking of this, seeing that there was still no reaction from inside the door, Zhao Shu not only became a little anxious.

If it weren't for the fact that the owner of this room is very likely to be a powerful player in the world, he might be tempted to grab it by force.

Fortunately, years of practice experience allowed him to preserve his sanity.

Half an hour later, when the lights of the last house on the street where the courtyard was located were extinguished.

Under Zhao Shu's already desperate eyes, the closed door opened silently.

The emergence of this situation made Zhao Shu feel ecstatic after a short moment of astonishment.

"Thank you senior."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Shu tidied up his clothes nervously, and stepped over the ordinary threshold.

As soon as Fang stepped in, the courtyard door was quietly closed.

During the whole process, even Zhao Shu, who was close at hand, did not feel the slightest fluctuation of mana.

It was as if the door should have been closed after he walked through it.

This sudden scene made Zhao Shu even more excited.

Entering the courtyard, there are two large and small chairs placed under a phoenix tree, and not far from it, there is a stone table and two stone chairs.

Everything is just as what Liu Hao said.

"Since you were able to find this place, you are destined for wine. Presumably you should know the rules of this place." At this moment, a calm voice came from the courtyard.

"The younger generation knows that a story can be exchanged for a pot of wine." Zhao Shu heard the words, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said respectfully.

At the end of the courtyard, the candlelight flickered in the room, and a figure could be seen faintly.

But at a distance of about ten steps, he only needs to release his spiritual sense to get a glimpse of the truth.

But Zhao Shu lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look around too much.

"Now that you know, you can start telling the story." In the room, Zhou Yu looked at Zhao Shu in the courtyard, and casually took a sip of wine.

Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator.

As Zhou Yu just said, it's all about fate.

All he needs are stories that contain life.

This story needs love.

"Story." Outside the house, Zhao Shu took a deep breath, and Dang even began to tell.

Before coming here, he had already thought of this possible scene.

Therefore, he took a special look back at his own life, even before coming here, he even listened to the story of the success of the story in exchange for spirit wine.

No matter how wonderful the stories of mortals are, they are only a few decades old.

How can it be compared with the stories he has obtained from his nearly 200 years of shrinking life.

"Senior, this is the story of this junior." An hour later, Zhao Shu took a deep breath and immediately bowed to Zhou Yu in the room.

silence.

After the voice fell, Zhao Shu, who thought he would change the fine wine, still didn't hear the permission after a quarter of an hour.

The whole person felt a little uncomfortable.

"Could it be that my story is not exciting enough, but I have also heard the story of the mortal old man, and it is obviously very plain." Zhao Shu looked at the candlelight in the room, and his mood suddenly became heavy.

"Could it be that this senior likes to listen to bitter dramas?"

Inside the house, Zhou Yu looked at Zhao Shu standing in the courtyard, feeling very disappointed, even the wine in the glass was tasteless.

If this Zhao Shu's story is written in a storybook, it can easily support a storyteller.

But this story was not what he wanted.

"Although your story is exciting enough, it has no soul... Anyway, since you can find it here, I will give you a chance." Thinking of this, Zhou Yu said immediately.

The moment his voice fell, he stretched out his hand to point towards the room.

Immediately, some rice flew out of the rice jar, and another handful of water flew out of the kettle in the room to wrap it up.

In an instant, the rice spontaneously ignited in the tea at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, drops of pure wine emerged from the rice water and were put into a palm-sized jug.

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The next moment, under Zhao Shu's expectant gaze, a white wine bottle flew out of the room and landed in front of him.

"This wine is named Cunguang. I hope you can tell a good story before the end comes."

"Junior Zhao Shu, thank you senior."

Looking at the spirit wine in front of him and feeling the pure spiritual power contained in it, Zhao Shu was ecstatic and thanked him immediately.

After saying this, Zhao Shu put the spirit wine into the storage bag, took out 1000 taels of silver and put it on the stone table in the courtyard, and left respectfully amidst thanks.

But in a short time, he raised a blue flying sword and disappeared into the vast night.

inside the house.

Zhou Yu looked at the disappearing sword light with anticipation in his eyes.

Before that, he always used other people's lives to make wine, but after Zhao Shu, he wanted to see if there was another possibility.

Make life with wine.

"If this can be accomplished, the second stage of Huafan will be accomplished." Zhou Yu said softly.

(End of this chapter)