I am the second generation of heavenly fairy

Chapter 40
The taste of Qianguo Niang was beyond Zhang Ling's expectation. He didn't expect that there would be such a sweet spirit wine in this world. At that time, the wine will emit a strong spiritual energy to cleanse every meridian in the body, how comfortable and comfortable it feels.

Zhang Ling closed his eyes intoxicated to feel the unique taste of Qianguo Niang, while Song Qingshan looked at Zhang Ling with a proud face, he knew that no one could resist his spirit wine that had been passed down for hundreds of years, even Even immortals will not do.

Soon Zhang Ling drank the pot of Qianguo Niang with the delicate side dishes on the table. He looked at Song Qingshan with a little drunkenness and said with a smile, "Hi! No more wine!"

Song Qingshan clapped his hands without saying a word, and immediately an attendant came over with two pots of Qianguo Niang. Zhang Ling took the jug and filled the wine glass again and drank it all. Then he said with a satisfied smile: "Song Qingshan , old man Song, when I leave, you, you must bring me a few bottles of this, this, this wine, hiccup!"

Looking at the drunk-eyed Zhang Ling, Song Qingshan smiled and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, don't worry, young master, I will definitely prepare some for young master when I leave."

"Hehe, that's enough, that's enough. Don't worry, I won't take your wine for nothing..." At this time, the drunkenness continued to rise, and Zhang Ling felt that his consciousness began to gradually blur, and he drank another pot of wine. He completely lost consciousness.

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found that he had slept for three whole days, but he was relieved that he did not feel the headache after the hangover.

When Zhang Ling was sitting on the bed and thinking about what happened later that day, there was a clear knock on the door from the direction of the door. He looked up and saw Song Qingshan walking in front of Zhang Ling with a smile on his face. Respectfully asked: "Young Master, you have slept for a long time, and you are worried that you will die of old age. I wonder if Young Master feels any discomfort?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and looked at Song Qingshan, who was overly concerned about him, in confusion, and said, "No!"

"That's good, that's good. By the way, Shaojun, breakfast is ready for you. Would you like me to ask someone to bring it in for you?"

Facing Song Qingshan who was a little too enthusiastic, Zhang Ling felt very stunned. What happened after he drank the fragments that day, and how could this old man be so enthusiastic.

While Zhang Ling was thinking hard, Song Qingshan answered his question: "Young Master, this is your storage bag. The treasures you gave us that day are really too many. We really can't be ashamed to accept it, so I I have already put those things back together with the ten altars of thousand fruit wine, please put them away, Shaojun!"

Now Zhang Ling suddenly remembered what happened later that day. After he drank too much, he took out the natural materials and earthly treasures that his father gave him from the storage bag and gave them to Song Qingshan in exchange for Song Qingshan. Qianguo Niang.

Zhang Ling's actions completely stunned everyone present. They were all dumbfounded looking at the unheard of and unseen treasures of heaven and earth. At that moment, Song Qingshan and others finally knew what it means to be rich and powerful. I still know a thing or two, because he had worked so hard to get one of the materials for refining the elixir, and then obtained a small piece from Qingliu's ancestors through Wen Liang, and the one Zhang Ling took out was better than his one. More than hundreds of times.

But Song Qingshan didn't covet these things, after all he has practiced for hundreds of years, he still has some self-control, he knows that compared with these things, the owners of these things are much more important.

Under the eyes of everyone's greed and envy, he put away these materials again, and ordered his disciples to fetch ten altars of thousand fruit wine and put them together in a storage bag and keep them close to him, and they will return them when Zhang Ling wakes up.

Zhang Ling scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Hehe, I really drank too much that day."

"Where is it, Shaojun is massive, massive!" Song Qingshan's praise made Zhang Ling feel very ashamed, so he opened the storage bag and picked up a few materials together with the bag of spirit stones that was snatched by Lan Daoxing that day. In the hands of Song Qingshan, he said: "Please ask Head Song to accept these things, and treat them as the wine money for me to buy wine."

Song Qingshan looked at those high-quality rare treasures and the heavy bag of spirit stones and hurriedly declined: "This is absolutely impossible, those wines are not worth these things at all, please take them back, Shaojun!"

"Take it, I have plenty of these things." Zhang Ling couldn't help but stuff those things into Song Qingshan's hands

This time Song Qingshan didn't shirk, he thought for a while and then called a disciple who was waiting outside the door to whisper a few words in his ear, the disciple hurried out, and after a while the disciple was He walked in again with a sandalwood tray.

Zhang Ling looked at the warm and white one in the tray and asked puzzledly: "This is..."

Song Qingshan picked up the wrench and handed it to Zhang Ling, saying: "Young Master, this thing is a token of my Qingliu Sword Academy's supervisor, and anyone who holds this thing can be dispatched by all my Qingliu disciples. If you take the liberty, I also hope that the young master can take up the position of the supervisor."

Zhang Ling didn't take the wrench. Although he knew the power represented by the wrench, he also knew that while enjoying the power, he also had to fulfill his obligations, and he always had a strange feeling that the old man in front of him was Dig a hole for him, a big hole.

Under the influence of this intuition, Zhang Ling pushed back the finger wrench that Song Qingshan handed over, and said with a smile: "Master Song, you are too flattering on me. I am too humble and capable to take on this important task, so I still have to Please find another good talent!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up and hugged the little wolf cub who had been lying beside him all the time, and said, "I've been disturbing Sect Leader Song for a long time here, and I still have some unfinished business, so I'll take my leave first!"

Seeing that Zhang Ling was going to leave, Song Qingshan hurriedly asked to stay, but Zhang Ling's attitude was very firm, so Song Qingshan didn't force him to stay, but exchanged contact information with Zhang Ling and personally brought Zhang Ling to see him off with the elders in the door. When he arrived at the villa where he got off the car, Zhang Ling couldn't take the plane back because Zhang Ling was carrying the little wolf cub, so he ordered his two disciples to send Zhang Ling to Yunhai City.

After Zhang Ling's car drove away from everyone's sight, Liu Ting walked up to Song Qingshan and said in a low voice, "Brother in charge, did this kid notice something?"

Song Qingshan rubbed the finger on his thumb and said lightly: "Probably not, but you have to remember that you can't offend this kid no matter what, and try to win him over as much as possible. This person is very powerful. Character, it's up to him whether he can survive this catastrophe!"

Liu Ting nodded, Song Qingshan took a look at him and then ordered: "Also, call all Qingliu disciples, and make sure to find out the details of those people!"

(End of this chapter)