Bloodline of Beast God

Chapter 27 Drunk Red Dust

"This is your elder brother, Zui Wushuang, my registered disciple." Feng Qingyang introduced.

"Big Brother." Mo Chen and Bai Shao Yang said in unison.

"Okay, two junior brothers, since you have come to my Zuixianlou, it is to add joy to the face of the elder brother. You are here these few days, you can eat and drink, haha." Zui Wushuang said happily.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that Mo Chen is my apprentice." Feng Qingyang said.

"Indoor disciple." Zui Wushuang was stunned. An introductory disciple is different from a registered disciple. A registered disciple only needs to give some pointers, while an introductory disciple needs to teach all of his cultivation. The difference between the two is heavenly. an underground.

"Ah, congratulations master, I finally found a successor." Zui Wushuang said.

"Haha, congratulations, it must be a bit of a hit." Feng Qingyang suddenly smiled and looked at Zui Wushuang, without any old face at all.

"Ah, master, you have quite a collection of old people, and those little gadgets of mine can't be seen by you." Although Zui Wushuang is a fighting king and strong man, he also has a Zuixianlou, rich and powerful, but what he can produce, Very few indeed.

"I don't want those things of yours. When we leave, just prepare a bottle of Zui Hongchen for each of us." Feng Qingyang watched Zui Wushuang frustrate his palms, looking expectantly at Zui Wushuang, for fear that he would say no.

"Ah, I knew, master, you are still thinking about my bottles of wine, anyway, it's rare that master has taken in a disciple, so I will give each of them a bottle of drunken mortal."

While talking, I saw that the table was already full of dishes.

Zui Wushuang said: "Master, two junior brothers, you have traveled for a day, this table of food can be regarded as a cleansing for the next few, come and eat."

Mo Chen doesn't know how to say those polite words, he grabbed a chicken leg and ate it vigorously. He has been on his way recently, and he basically eats some dry food or digs some wild vegetables to cook. For convenience, Mo Chen uses the pot The bowls and pans were stuffed into the storage ring, and the Extraordinary hammer that Feng Yunjing gave him was also thrown into the storage ring.

"Delicious, really fragrant." Mochen said while eating, he hadn't eaten much meat since he was a child, and now he ate these delicacies, Mochen couldn't help feeling better.

"Haha, apprentice, if you think this place is good, how about staying here and enjoying the delicious food here?" Feng Qingyang teased Mochen.

"Hey, master, I can't just stay here and eat for free. My appetite is probably going to make the elder brother poor." Mo Chen's appetite is indeed big, but his family was poor before, and Mo Chen's appetite seems to be poor. As usual, it was because if Mo Chen let go of eating, his mother would be hungry.

"Haha, junior brother, do you have any treasures, senior brother? Well, you do have some money, so feel free to eat at my place, I can still afford your food expenses, senior brother." Zui Wushuang said.

Bai Shao Yang pointed to Mo Chen and said to Zui Wushuang: "Eldest brother, you called me wrong, I am the junior junior brother, he is your second senior brother, my second senior brother." Bai Shao Yang said weakly.

"Ah, it's actually the second junior brother. You're a latecomer, haha."

While chatting and laughing, I saw the waiter in the shop holding a tray, on which were placed two green jade bottles, which looked very attractive.

Feng Qingyang looked at it, immediately beamed with joy, and said, "Hurry up, give it to me." Feng Qingyang is not a 70-year-old fighter, when he saw the drunken world, he was like a greedy man. Like a child who is greedy for food and drink, he holds two bottles of Zui Hongchen in his arms, looking intoxicated in his clothes.

"Master, you old man can't monopolize fine wine, junior brother and the others haven't tasted it yet." Bai Shaoyang and Hei Yi looked expectantly at the green jade bottle in Feng Qingyang's arms.

Mo Chen remained indifferent, just eating the delicious food on the table.

Feng Qingyang sighed, and said: "Drunk Hongchen, drunk Hongchen Dream, 30 years, I haven't tasted it for 30 years, come, I will spend money to open a bottle as a teacher, no one will drink a cup all the time, and the rest will be returned. I."

Zui Wushuang couldn't help but smile bitterly, Feng Qingyang's feelings took those two bottles of Zui Hongchen as his own.

Seeing Feng Qingyang pour a cup for Bai Shao Yang, Hei Yi and Mo Chen, but not for himself, Zui Wushuang looked at Feng Qingyang suspiciously, and said, "Master, where's mine?"

"En? You want to drink too? Don't you usually drink the wine you brewed yourself? You have to come here to deduct the little wine for the teacher." Feng Qingyang said angrily.

Zui Wushuang wants to cry but has no tears. Although this Zui Hongchen is brewed by himself, the production process is extremely complicated. It needs to go through 99 processes to make Zui Hongchen. There are only ten bottles of each finished product. Isn't Zui Wushuang If I don't drink it, I usually don't want to drink it.

"Haha, no matter what, I will give you a little taste as a teacher, but I can only give you half a cup."

When Zui Wushuang heard this, he quickly raised his glass to take the wine.

"Xiaochen, try it, the wine brewed by your elder brother is the best in the world." Feng Qingyang said.

Mo Chen nodded, raised his glass with an ooh, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hey, this tastes good. It's delicious. Master, come get me a drink." Drunk Hong Chen felt sour and sweet, and it tasted good. After drinking the wine, he felt a warm current from the dantian. He rose up, and his body was immediately wrapped in warm air.

The four of them stared at Mo Chen dumbfounded, Feng Qingyang's flesh hurts, and said: "You still want a drink? No way, how can anyone drink like this to you? This is a drunken world. Get drunk, you little brat, eat your fill and go lie down."

Zui Hongchen is known as the best wine in the world. No matter how high his cultivation level is, no one can drink more than three cups. Ordinary people only need one drop to get drunk. A big glass.

Bai Shaoyang and Hei Yi raised their wine glasses, took a sip from their mouths, and they were instantly intoxicated.

"Haha, good wine, good wine." Hei Yi laughed heartily, intoxicated by the aftertaste of the drunken world.

Bai Shaoyang is not much better than Black Wing, both of them are reminiscing about the taste of drunken mortals.

Mo Chen ignored them, and after a while, almost [-]% of the food on a large table entered Mo Chen's stomach. Originally, Zui Wushuang boasted that he could afford Mo Chen's food expenses, but now it seems that, Zui Wushuang regretted saying those words.

"Master, why do I feel dizzy and feel hot all over." Mo Chen suddenly felt hot and dizzy.

When they looked at it, they saw that Mo Chen's little face was flushed and looked very attractive.

"Drunk, Second Junior Brother is drunk, haha." Zui Wushuang said while holding up his wine glass.

Mo Chen felt his head getting dizzy, and suddenly felt dizzy, thumped, fell down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)