Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 91 [In the Baihua Pavilion, the piano and dance dispute]

Chang'e was slightly nervous, looking at Zhang Yan with blurred eyes, her mood became complicated for some reason.

"Chang'e pays homage to the Holy Master."

Chang'e redressed as if she had shed her mortal body and fallen into the realm of an immortal.

Wearing a long dress of flowers, her glance and smile are enough to make Baihua feel ashamed, and her whole body is full of extraordinary temperament.

However, Zhang Yan's Taoist heart is now stable. No matter how beautiful Chang'e is, it will be difficult for him to be truly tempted. However, Zhang Yan will not act rashly without knowing Chang'e's specific plans.

Since the other party wanted to act, she would cooperate, which would add a touch of fun to her boring practice.

"Chang'e, you have been here for several months, so you are used to it."

Zhang Yanxi was sitting in the Baihua Pavilion, looking at the graceful Chang'e and smiling slightly.

"Chang'e likes this place very much. It's like spring all year round and the flowers are blooming. It's so beautiful."

Chang'e looked intoxicated, which didn't seem to be a fake, but truly intoxicated. There is no woman in the world who doesn't like flowers.

Especially Chang'e, who faced the snow-covered and barren lunar star every day, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers made her immersed in it.

Zhang Yan had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were unusually cold. He didn't know whether Chang'e was showing her true feelings or just pretending to be like this. If she was pretending to be like this, then her scheming would be terrible.

Zhang Yan nodded slightly and said, "Just get used to it."

Then the two of them fell into silence in the Baihua Pavilion, each thinking about his own things.

Chang'e's true feelings were revealed for a moment, leaving Zhang Yan a little confused about her plans. However, Chang'e herself was not the kind of person who kept talking, so she fell silent for a while and didn't know what to say at all.

Maybe the atmosphere was too awkward, so Chang'e suddenly said: "Holy Master, when Chang'e first came here, she picked some flower petals and brewed some jars of wine. I'll bring it to you to drink."

After saying that, Chang'e ran directly away from Baihua Pavilion and headed towards the distant hall.

Zhang Yan stared deeply at Chang'e's back, and finally gave a faint smile, whispering: "Are you really stupid, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

Wine has long existed in the prehistoric world, and monks often talk about brewing fine wine. However, if Zhang Yan remembers correctly, wine has not yet spread among the human race.

Nowadays, all human beings make a living by hunting and live a precarious life. There is no time to study wine-making technology.

Chang'e had previously said that she was from the Black Rock Tribe near Zizhou Prefecture and was an ordinary mortal. How could an ordinary mortal know how to make wine?

Although there are many loopholes, the true feelings are revealed, true and false, false and true. Zhang Yan has no idea what Chang'e wants to do.

Not long after, Chang'e ran back to the Baihua Pavilion holding a jade jar in her left and right hands.

Although it has not been opened, Zhang Yan, who has sensitive senses, can still smell the intoxicating aroma of wine and a hint of osmanthus.

"Holy Master, this is the wine I brewed from the osmanthus flowers in the garden."

"Stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus."

Zhang Yan nodded with a smile on his face, "Chang'e, you are so ingenious. The aroma of wine overflows before you even open the jar. It is incomparable to the aroma of thousands of years of fine wine."

"The Holy Master is serious, it's just some ordinary wine, how can it be compared with a thousand-year-old wine."

Although she said this, Chang'e's eyebrows were full of pride. Naturally, these two jars of wine were not brewed by her a few months ago, but the Wannian Osmanthus Brewing that she had prepared long ago.

This wine is not made in this world, but is made from the most delicate osmanthus on the Taiyin Star and has been brewed for thousands of years. One gulp of it will make Daluo Jinxian slightly tipsy for a while.

After drinking these two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus, even if Zhang Yan was in the quasi-sage realm, he would still feel drowsy.

Chang'e placed the jade altar on the table, opened the seal, and said slowly: "Holy Master, although this osmanthus wine is fragrant, it cannot be stored for too long, so it is most delicious when drunk from the altar." "Oh, that's it. "

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, and there was a flash of blue light in his eyes.

"Dip, the analysis was successful, the components are higher alcohol, methanol..."

"There is no harm to the host."

Zhang Yan joked: "Chang'e takes the wine and wants to drink it with me?"

Chang'e's body froze. It was not that she had never drank this ten thousand-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus brew before, but it was precisely because she had drunk it that she knew clearly that if this jar was left alone, he would definitely be in a coma for a hundred years.

When she wakes up after a hundred years, everything will be over.

Chang'e Shanshan smiled and said: "Holy Master, Chang'e doesn't like drinking. How about I dance a song for you to cheer you up?"

"good."

Zhang Yan smiled, lifted the jade jar with one hand and poured a sip of the sweet wine into his mouth.

It was cold in the mouth, but when it flowed into the throat, I felt a spicy taste. The taste was very rich, and it was more delicious than all the wines Zhang Yan had drunk in the prehistoric times.

"Delicious! There is no such fine wine in the world."

As he spoke, Zhang Yan poured another large mouthful of wine into his mouth. Half a jar of wine was poured into his mouth by Zhang Yan.

Chang'e had a faint smile on her face and was ecstatic inside. According to Zhang Yan's drinking method, she would definitely be drunk after drinking it from the jar.

Chang'e did not hesitate, and danced with gentle steps, like a lotus blooming. With the joy in her heart, Chang'e's dance became more and more graceful.

Chang'e's delicate body jumped on her toes and landed among the flowers. Chang'e's body landed lightly on the flowers, her toes touched the petals without falling, and she danced gracefully like a butterfly flying among the flowers.

Zhang Yan felt a sense of emotion inexplicably, and poured the remaining half of the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine into his mouth. With a move of his hands, a piece of jade fell into his hands.

The sword fingers dropped jade shavings, and soon a jade harp appeared in his hand, "Dancing without music is really not beautiful."

Zhang Yan sat down cross-legged, with the jade harp placed across his legs. He stroked it gently with his fingers, and the five spiritual strings came out and connected to the body of the harp.

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng~~~~."

The sound of the piano is high, flowing through the heart like running water, and sometimes stirring people's hearts like a waterfall. Streams of light dance along the jade piano towards Chang'e.

Chang'e smiled, and under the light, she completely let go of her body, like a butterfly flying in the air, rolling up countless petals and following behind her.

This moment is so beautiful!

Unforgettable beauty, breathtaking beauty.

At this moment, both Zhang Yan and Chang'e were intoxicated, and no one noticed that the sun hanging high in the sky had gradually entered dusk, and the golden sun reflected in the sea of ​​flowers, as beautiful as a scroll.

Happy time is always short-lived. When the sun set, Chang'e returned to the Baihua Pavilion and looked at Zhang Yan cautiously.

"Holy Master, how is Chang'e's dance?"

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

Zhang Yan's face was intoxicated. He was not faking it, but he was really a little tipsy. One jar of Osmanthus Brewing wine could knock down an ordinary quasi-sage. Zhang Yan drank two jars of it, but he was only slightly tipsy. This shows that he How powerful is his body.

(End of this chapter)