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Chapter 139 139 Tiger Bone Drunk Immortal

"Drinks?"

When Qin Zhiping heard this, his eyes immediately rolled, and he touched the corners of his slightly raised mouth: "My Zixiao Temple's rules and regulations are not as strict as those of Buddhism. I don't prohibit alcohol and food, but there is no fine wine collection in the Huogong Hall. If Brother Chen is addicted to alcohol, Now, you can go to my place and bring back two jars of good tiger bone wine."

"It's all given by the descendants of my family. I can't drink it all by myself."

"Then thank you, Taoist Master Qin!" Chen Hao smiled slightly when he heard this. He had just finished adding points, and the source points on the panel were less than 1 whole value.

After leaving Zixiao Temple, I didn't know what kind of twists and turns I would face after going to Wuchuan. It would be nice to have the source point value nearby so I could rely on it.

After saying a few polite words, he followed Qin Zhiping to his residence.

This is a small wooden house on the ground, located in the residence of many disciples.

According to Qin Zhiping, treatment in Zixiao Temple is divided according to seniority.

Except for the eldest Qing, Zhi, Shi, and Xing generations who are twice as old as Qing and Zhi, they are eligible to live in a single courtyard. The rest live in Datongbu or small side rooms.

After all, the area where the lightning struck the top of the mountain is not large, and it is not easy to expand a small town based on the geomagnetic field. Therefore, most of the disciples live a life of poverty and asceticism to hone their character.

For example, those disciples who came from big families were quite uncomfortable when they first went up the mountain. Many of them couldn't bear the loneliness and left early.

Only after living there for a period of time will you understand what the blessed land of cave heaven is and the benefits of ever-changing cultivation realm.

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"People who practice Taoism regard money as something external to themselves."

"But these jars of fine wine have been collected by me for many years!"

"It's rare for a guest to come to the mountain today. I have to have a few drinks with Brother Chen." Qin Zhiping came out of his warehouse with several large jars of wine in earthen jars.

Two more bamboo chairs were placed on the balcony of the wooden house, and a clever little Taoist boy was called to the Huo Gong Hall to fetch some cooked beef, peanuts, and pickled vegetables. The meal of food and wine officially started.

It was already sunset at this time, and the thunderclouds that struck the top of the mountain leaked out a big hole. The orange-red sunset cast a dazzling golden glow on the top of the mountain.

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for the treat!"

Chen Hao was not polite. They went through life and death together on the train, but he had a good impression of Qin Zhiping, who was a generous man.

As soon as he reached out and opened the wine jar, a strong aroma of wine spread from the balcony of the second-story wooden house.

After taking a look at the amber wine in the jar, and then at the big bones soaked in it, Chen Hao felt his energy and blood surge all over his body just by smelling it, and he felt refreshed.

"Good wine!"

Real-world wild animal products such as tiger bones and ivory are contraband, and even Chen Hao has only seen them on the Internet.

And there are strange beasts in the fake world. It seems that even the tiger, the king of beasts, has undergone unusual mutations.

"Of course it's good wine! This tiger bone is sold for hundreds of gold in the market. People who practice martial arts can drink it to activate blood and strengthen bones, boost the yang energy in the body, and is of great benefit to practice."

"If Pindao's family hadn't had a lot of land, they wouldn't have been able to enjoy such valuable things." Qin Zhiping laughed, poured himself a glass and began to taste it slowly.

Chen Hao was not that particular. He picked up a jar and took a swig.

Even Qin Zhiping was a little stunned when he saw the bold drinking gesture, and said to himself: "This little guy is really addicted to alcohol! No wonder he came to me to find some alcohol to relieve his addiction as soon as he went up the mountain."

As for Chen Hao, after taking a strong sip, he felt slightly hot in his belly, and his muscles and bones that had just broken through felt numb.

Watching the source point on the panel start to increase by +0.01, he knew that the effect of alcohol in this fake world was far greater than that of industrial products in the real world.But while the two were tasting wine and talking at length, there was a commotion outside the large wooden house in the distance.

A group of candidates who had just changed into the robes of the Zixiao Guanxing generation should have just participated in the initiation ceremony and came to the residential area to find their assigned accommodation.

Perhaps because they were new to a new place, a group of disciples were still curious about the lightning strike on the top of the mountain, so they wandered around in small groups.

Among them, there were a few arrogant-looking guys who passed by Qin Zhiping's wooden house while complaining about the harsh environment.

"This is a place where birds don't shit!"

“I don’t know why the elders of the family are so shameless that they want to send us to the mountains to repair themselves!”

"Does my Shangguan family have any supplies or secrets? I just came to this Thunderstruck Mountain to drink from the northwest wind." Shangguan Hui held the back of his head with his hands, holding a straw pulled from nowhere in his mouth, and his eyes were everywhere as if they were on top of his head. Look here and there.

As for him, there was Murong Feiyi, who had been quarreling with him before.

These two young men obviously didn't know each other before fighting. After being tested by Tongtiandi, although they didn't like each other, they formed a friendship.

"Brother Hui, keep your mouth shut!"

"Zixiao Temple is an authentic sect of a famous family in Daxia. The art of lightning strikes has been passed down for thousands of years. It has a profound foundation and is not something that our family can match."

"What's more, we have both officially entered the school. To scold this place is to insult one's own sect. If Brother Hui wants to get a few thunder whips, please don't drag me down." Murong Feiyi looked calmer. He looked at the surrounding environment and took notes. Looking at the Datong bunk where he slept.

When they happened to arrive at Qin Zhiping's wooden house, Murong Feiyi raised his head and looked at the two people drinking on the balcony above.

"It's actually him!"

"The senior who used the secret technique of devouring in the Fireworks Hall!"

Murong Feiyi's pupils shrank and he glanced at the Zhizi family number hanging in front of the wooden house door. He pulled Shangguan Hui who was doing nothing at the side and saluted hurriedly: "I have seen my uncle and this senior!"

Qin Zhiping is already a Level 4 Bao Dan Daoist with sharp ears, so he naturally heard the words of these two new juniors.

He put down his wine glass and looked at Murong Feiyi with satisfaction. Then he flicked his fingers in the air, and the lightning that burst out from his fingertips fell on Shangguan Hui's forehead.

"Ouch!" Shangguan Hui cried out in pain as his whole body stiffened from the electric shock. He raised his hand and hurriedly covered his darkened forehead.

"You're a junior, and you just learned to speak without restraint."

"This will improve your memory, so that you won't cause trouble in the world in the future." Qin Zhiping pretended to scold him, then took a small cup, scooped a glass of wine from the jar and swirled it in front of Murong Feiyi: " You guys know the basics, so I’ll treat you with this glass of wine!”

Upon seeing this, Murong Feiyi thanked him repeatedly, took the glass and took a sip. His eyes widened and his skin suddenly turned red.He felt that the medicinal wine had great medicinal properties and promoted the blood flow throughout his body at high speed. Just one cup saved him several days of martial arts training.

Shangguan Hui, who was being beaten at the side, also widened his eyes when he saw this. He knew that the wine must be good. His mouth drooled. He hurriedly put away his previous unruly expression and looked at the two people on the balcony like a pug. Licking said: "Uncle Master! And this senior! Disciple Shangguan Xinghui, I just started and don't know the rules. I hope you can reward me with some of this good wine!"

"Our Shangguan family has a secret [Wine Fairy] talent. He is addicted to wine. If he can taste the best wines in the world, his cultivation will reach a higher level in the future! I also ask my uncle and seniors to not hesitate to reward me and make me a disciple." Opportunity!"

Seeing this silly boy lowering his posture like this, Qin Zhiping immediately lost his temper and muttered: "He's a little drunkard again! That's all. You two come from famous families. It's not easy for you to come to my Zixiao Temple to practice. It's just a little drink." That’s all, I’ll reward you!”

After saying that, Qin Zhiping poured another glass of wine and flew it down.

When Shangguan Hui saw this, he hurriedly thanked him. He took the glass and took a sip. His face also turned red. After holding the wine compartment for a few times, he actually staggered on the spot in front of Chen Hao and Chen Hao. A set of strange drinking punches to express gratitude.

When Chen Hao saw this young man's drunken boxing on the balcony, his expression suddenly changed: "How come you know how to do this drunken Eight Immortals Boxing?"

(End of this chapter)