Grand Nuo Lord

Chapter 37
Xie Yi drank while recalling what he had gained tonight.

That Qianjun pen has the power to suppress the heart and is of great help in tempering the soul.

When he paints and writes, with the blessing of the heavy brushwork, the divine meaning and charm in the calligraphy and painting will be very condensed, and the quality will be higher.

Before he formed the elixir, this Qianjun pen could be said to be the best and most suitable spiritual pen for him.

That mural was made by a disciple of the Feng family, who is also from Qingshan Academy. The technique and charm of that landscape painting is quite similar to the picture of Qingshan I saw.

I see that the authentic version of the Qingshan Picture is not only the Qingshan Academy's breath-taking visualization picture, but also a very famous painting masterpiece.

If Xie Yi could learn some of the techniques and charm in that mural, it would have laid a very solid foundation for him to paint landscapes.

However, these two treasures are not used to kill the enemy. The benefits and benefits to him will take time to be seen.

Among the three treasures, only the Mountain-Shaking Seal can directly increase his strength.

The concept of Danshan Sect came from a god named Danshan from the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past, so their spells, magic weapons, and talismans are all based on mountains.

When the Mountain Shaking Seal is used, it turns into a small mountain. It doesn't look big, but it has the heavy meaning of a mountain. Once it is solid, the hidden monk will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

However, the requirements for using the Shaking Mountain Seal are very high, not only for mana and divine will, but also for one's own strength.

To practice Dharma on a mountain, you must have the strength to carry the mountain. Everyone in the Danshan sect has divine power.

Others may not be able to use this magic weapon if they get it. The big seal turned into a hill, and before it could kill anyone, I was crushed to death by the divine will and weight of the big seal.

Xie Yi was not worried about this. The Nuo God on his body was the general who opened the mountain, and the name of the god was not chosen casually.

The mountain-bearing god has the strength to carry the mountain on his shoulders, while the mountain-building general has the strength to break the mountain with his bare hands.

Legend has it that before Kaishan Ye became the Nuo God, he was a famous fierce god in the world. He often turned into a giant to knock down mountains, tear mountains apart, and pull out the roots of mountains underground to satisfy his hunger.

Xie Yi didn't know whether this legend was an exaggeration, but after he became Kaishan Ye's Nuo master, he had been infected by Kaishan Ye's divine will and magic for many years, and indeed he developed extremely terrifying divine power.

For him, this mountain-shaking seal seemed to be tailor-made.

Especially when the ancient cave is about to open, and there are many dangers in it, it can be said that he has obtained such a killing weapon, which can be said to be even more powerful.

Today was auspicious, Xie Yi decided to reward himself once, and he took out the Huoyunshao he got from Mufu.

As soon as the mud seal was opened, a faint red light appeared in the altar, and the wine inside was condensed but not dissipated, surging like a cloud of fire.

Xie Yi took a deep breath, and a hot and strong smell of alcohol entered his nose.

He seemed to be in the boundless desert, and there was a scorching hot wind mixed with gravel blowing against his face, and his face suddenly turned red.

People get drunk before drinking wine. It is really good wine.

The people around saw the strange sight in the wine jar and knew that it was excellent wine. They stared at it with wide eyes, sniffed fiercely, and some were so greedy that they swallowed their saliva.

Xie Yi ignored them and asked the shopkeeper to bring a bowl and drank alone.

As soon as he drank a bowl, a man came to the window and stood, looking at the lingering red wine smell in the bowl, his eyes were shining, and he praised: "A bowl of fire clouds, ten miles of desert wind, this wine smell is not just Ten miles away, I can smell it twenty miles away."

Xie Yi laughed loudly, "Light wine should be drunk alone, strong wine should be drunk by everyone. Since brother is here, why not."

Before he could finish his words, the man outside turned into a sword light, whirled and twisted, and with a flash of sword light, he flew from the gate to the stool opposite Xie Yi.

"Shopkeeper, bring me the bowl."

Zhang Lie accepted Xie Yi's invitation, without saying any polite words, and directly called the shopkeeper to take the bowl.

Xie Yi also smiled. He had known for a long time that this Shushan disciple was a drunkard. When he killed the dwarf before, he always drank before using his sword.

When the bowl came, Zhang Lie was not polite at all. He picked up the wine jar and poured it full.After drinking three large bowls in a row, his face turned red, he burped, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then said to Xie Yi, "Zhang Lie from Shushan, I have met Taoist friend Xie."

He is a monk in the Hidden Nether Realm, with tenacious spiritual thoughts and keen spiritual senses. Xie Yi's disguise can deceive others, but he cannot deceive him.

Xie Yi also knew this. He was about to return the favor when his ears suddenly twitched and he looked out the window. "You are indeed right. This wine has indeed traveled more than ten miles."

He heard a series of hurried footsteps heading towards the wine shop, and in addition, he also heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

Looks like another drunkard is coming with a whiff.

Zhang Lie raised his eyebrows. He had noticed someone coming just now, but he didn't expect that Xie Yi also noticed it, and his reaction was only a little slower than him.

He thought to himself: "This person only cultivates Qi, but his spiritual sense is so sharp that he has almost caught up with me."

Soon, there was another person standing outside the window, looking at the red smell of wine in the wine bowl on the table, his eyes were red, he swallowed his saliva, and said: "Good wine, good wine."

This Taoist was in his twenties and wore a white Taoist robe with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered with gold threads. The large Taoist robe made his figure even slimmer.

His face was pale, but his eyebrows and hair were light red, and his eye circles were a little blue, giving him a sickly air.

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed. As his robe shook, a medicinal smell came out.

As soon as Xie Yi saw this Taoist, he knew that he was born with yang, which was due to the excess of yang, which is why his eyebrows and hair were red.

Zhang Lie looked at the Taoist outside, his face turned cold, and he frowned and said, "We are drinking inside, and you are coughing outside, sick Taoist, are you here to disrupt the situation on purpose?"

When Xie Yi heard his address to the Taoist, he knew that the two knew each other and had a good relationship.

Zhang Lie is a disciple of Shushan. He has always acted calmly when killing people in public. How could he speak to unfamiliar people in such a tone?

The sick Taoist didn't say anything. He coughed even more violently. People who are born with strong Yang cannot drink strong alcohol.

But he was addicted to alcohol, and as soon as he smelled the smell of alcohol from Huoyunshao, he couldn't help but come over. It was okay if he was far away, but when he was close, the smell of alcohol was stronger.

The hot smell of Huoyunshao's wine instantly aroused the vigorous Yang Qi in his body, which is why he coughed so hard.

Xie Yi saw that this man was a real drunkard. He was obviously born with Yang and could not drink such strong liquor, but he still refused to leave.

He didn't feel bored, but found this person very interesting. He directly touched the silver pouch on his waist and took out the jar of ten-day cold that Zhao Xiaoying had given him before.

"This friend came all the way, how could Yan let you go back with an empty stomach? Come on, come in and drink with us." Xie Yi held his hands towards the sick Taoist and said with a smile.

"Tsk tsk, how much good wine do you have in this bag? It's Huoyunshao and Shirihan. It seems that among the three of us, you are the veritable alcoholic."

Zhang Lie only looked at the jar carved from ice jade and knew that it was Tori Han from the Snow Sword Sect.

The sick Taoist sat down on the stool, cupped his hands towards Xie Yi and Zhang Lie and said, "I have met Taoist Fellow Yan in Quyun Temple in Qilian, thank you Taoist Fellow."

Xie Yi knew from the cloud-patterned robe on his body that he was from Quyun Temple, but he was still surprised when he actually announced himself to the mountain gate.

In the world of Anping, the Temple of Dispelling Clouds is as famous as Qingshan Academy, and what is worshiped in the temple is a god named Messenger of Dispelling Clouds.

They practice water magic and have the magical power to drive clouds and call for rain.

The Taoist with this disease was born with strong yang, and his constitution was of fire. It can be said that it is incompatible with the water method of Quyun Temple.

"It's really rare that this person can enter the mountain gate of Qiyun Temple."

Although Xie Yi was confused, he didn't ask any more questions. This was the private matter of another sect.

But he asked another thing, "The person who will have a sword fight with Daoyou Zhang tomorrow is you, Daoyou Qi."

(End of this chapter)