Chapter 829

Purple bamboo wine is a specialty of Tianjian gate.

There is a purple bamboo forest in Xianshan.

It is full of purple bamboo.

This purple bamboo forest, even if there are no flowers, can smell bursts of elegant fragrance when approaching.

It is said that this purple bamboo is a characteristic product near xiaoleiyin temple in Hezhou, Xiniu.

Many years ago, an elder in Tianjian gate was addicted to alcohol, so he spent a lot of effort to transplant the soil and purple bamboo of Xiniu Hezhou into Xianshan, but he survived.

When purple bamboo shoots were just born, special techniques were used to inject a special wine mother into the bamboo cavity.

Next, near the purple bamboo forest, set up the "best gathering spirit array".

As purple bamboo grows day by day, it absorbs dew in the morning and frost at night. Over time, bit by bit of water penetrates into it. For at least ten years, good wine will be made in heaven.

But these ten years are only basic requirements.

Ten years into wine, one year into wine.

Zizhuniang means that this wine has grown in Zizhu for 60 years and can be called Xianshan old cellar.

Zizhu wine has a fast production cycle. It comes out tons by tons. Ordinary disciples can drink it. It has the effect of prolonging life and helping to absorb Qi... It is also very fragrant.

The production of purple bamboo wine is scarce. After all, the required year is there. Only those who have some status in the door can drink.

It's a pity that not every friar of tianjianmen likes it. Otherwise, just that small forest can't provide such demand.

Chen Bei is really a good wine man.

As soon as he saw it, he recognized that it was purple bamboo wine, not ordinary purple bamboo wine. Just observe the sealed bamboo carefully. It is black in purple and moist in powder. It seems that it has experienced vicissitudes of life and a certain year.

Chen Bei immediately blushed and couldn't even care about the chores. He dropped his axe and led Yilin to his room.

Slamming the door to death, Chenbei lit the oil lamp, which was a sigh of relief.

Yilin looked around and closed the door. Chenbei secretly lit the oil lamp, which had the charm of lighting the lamp in the toilet.

"Hey, Kobayashi, how do you know I'm... Good?"

Yilin pointed to the rear of Chen Bei's ass: "one day I accidentally dug the earth and buried a few cans there."

Chen Bei was stunned: "did you dig... Dig in my room?"

No wonder he had noticed that the earth on the secret cellars had been moved.

"Cough, accident, accident."

Yilin quickly stuffed the purple bamboo wine into Chenbei's hand.

Chen Bei laughed twice. He didn't ask the origin of the wine. He drank it again.

I'm drunk now~

Yilin handed the carpenter's knife. Chenbei held it in his hand and hesitated for a moment. Rao was cruel and fiercely chopped the purple bamboo seal open.

Suddenly, the fragrance overflowed like flowers and honey.

Yilin also drank.

Although he is not good at wine, this purple bamboo wine has been drinking for 60 years. It feels like drinking honey. It is sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not gorgeous. It melts in the mouth and refreshes people's heart. The taste is much higher than that of ordinary drinks.

Yi Linchun drank this thing as a drink. Anyway, he didn't drink it for nothing. It's said to be very helpful to cultivation.

As he drank the 60th grade purple bamboo wine, he felt the generosity of the two masters in his heart.

Gratitude~

The old and the young are grateful and drink the Tibetan wine of the two old rams.

Three rounds of wine.

Yilin burped with wine, and his face was slightly red.

This purple bamboo wine doesn't taste like wine, but after it enters the throat, it burns like a fire in the abdomen, especially happy.

"I'm... Drunk?"

Yilin muttered. In his eyes, Chenbei seemed to have learned the art of separation and appeared a double shadow.

"No, you're not drunk ~"

Chen Bei gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp Gul. So Chenbei generously dug out a jar of wine buried in the house. After they gobbled up purple bamboo wine, they directly took diabolo as a cup and drank wine from the jar.

"Have fun!"

Chen Bei took a breath of wine, but Yilin didn't notice. In the distance, a wild crane started up in the forest, and the gloomy jungle was knocked down by a strange wind.

Yilin didn't expect that the purple bamboo wine was so popular, but at this time, he not only didn't feel drunk, but also felt very sober and his brain was very active.

With a slight drunkenness, Yilin said his troubles.

"Uncle Chen, I want to ask you, how can two different systems be integrated?"

"System?" Chen Beixu looked at this word and said he didn't understand it.

"It's just like the Buddhist Dharma and the Taoist Dharma."

"Bastard!" Chen Beiqi trembled coldly: "how can Taoism and Buddhism be mixed together?"

"But I have to mix?"

"If you can, just mix it up ~ burp ~"

"But I can't mix!"

Yilin looked up and dried up.

"Hey, you boy, you're walking too fast." Chen Bei pointed to Yi Lin's nose and smiled with disdain: "sometimes walking too fast may not be a good thing. Slow down, look back and have a look. Maybe there will be an unexpected harvest."

"Really? Burp ~ I also think I'm very fast. This is the trouble of smart people!"

Yilin shook his head and sighed, spraying the fragrance of wine.

"Yes, the troubles of smart people."

Chen Bei didn't know what he thought. A faint sadness floated in his turbid eyes, but the two wrinkled eyelids opened and closed, and the sadness disappeared again.

"By the way, I want to go to Fangyuan mountain to learn array skills, but those two stubborn rams refuse. How can I fix it?"

"Array skill? What array skill are you going to learn?"

"I like it!"

"Tut, they refused, so you stole their purple bamboo wine? It's purple bamboo wine, yijiazi wine, damn... How dare you!"

In fact, what Chenbei thought at that time was, why didn't I have the cheek when I was young!

If you have this cheek, you can't drink any wine!

"Cough, don't talk nonsense. I'll sue you for slander. It's borrowing. It's borrowing. Do you understand?"

"Well borrowed, well borrowed! My old Chen has been greedy for many years. Borrow some more tomorrow?"

Yilin was stunned. Chen Bei was so bold that he thought about the elder's wine. He hesitated for a moment and thought that the wine was really delicious, but there were only seven bottles in the old Gongyang's wine cellar. Yilin secretly took two bottles, and there were only... Five bottles left! If you take it again, it seems a little too much?

Thinking of this, Yilin humbly lowered his voice and whispered, "this is not good?"

"Lao Chen, I don't think you're so timid."

Chen Bei also fought for a Jiazi wine and encouraged him with his wine courage.

"Cut, am I timid? I know right and wrong, major right and wrong, and can't exceed..."

Pop!

Chen Bei tilted his eyes and threw an inconspicuous token at Yi Lin's feet: "take this broken thing and go to Fangyuan mountain. You say you want to worship the teacher. Ren Qingshan has to accept it even if he doesn't want to."

Shua.

The token almost fell to the ground with a bang. Yilin's hand was fast enough to explode and immediately received the token in his arms.

This sudden burst of hand speed made Chen Bei's expression stunned and felt incredible in his heart.

Is this a half drunk and half awake person who can have hand speed?

Are you banned?

"It's a matter of right and wrong. I can't have a drink with Lao Chen! I'll drink purple bamboo wine tomorrow!"

"Hey, cheers! For good wine!"

"Dry!"

……

……

Irene didn't know when she fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, Yilin had a feeling of getting up from the garbage.

Looking at the wine jar on the ground, Yilin gradually recalled what happened last night and felt his scalp numb.

Shit, I drank too much!

He's still a child!

Uncle Chen, how dare you intoxicate a child!

Yilin opened the door and rushed out. He found that it was already high in the sky at the moment. It was clearly noon. Now the problem before Yilin is, which afternoon is it.

He walked down the path remembering the night he was drunk.

Uncle Chenbei estimated that he had gone to work and couldn't find it along the way.

To Yilin's surprise, the purple bamboo wine is really not a common and vulgar wine. He woke up with a hangover, but he didn't have a little headache, nausea, palpitations and other common hangover discomfort. On the contrary, he was energetic and walked fast. When he ran, he felt that his legs were pulled out a bit.

He looked carefully and was even more surprised.

He practiced the classic book "miscellaneous records of sword heart" at the entry level of Tianjian gate, which is the foundation. He had practiced several whirlwinds and barely reached the level of gas receiving layer 5, but after a few nights of hangover, he woke up and soared to gas receiving layer 8.

This wave is a change of gun!

Because he ran in a hurry, he sweated a thin layer. If you look carefully, there is a little black and greasy dirt in the sweat, which makes Yilin want to rush back to the room immediately and wash himself with a basin of water.

On the way, Irene didn't have a fragment, but she figured out many things. He felt the humble token in his arms and thought deeply.

It turns out that Uncle Chen is really a hidden examiner in the factotum class!

It's such a setting!

……

About noon.

Yilin worked hard to return to the preacher's other garden.

At this moment, the door of the mission garden is open... Wide open.

It feels like "you come in when you have a seed".

Yilin was stunned in front of the door for a moment, and the open door led straight to the yard.

In the yard, the two masters didn't know what to smoke. They were black faced and curled their mouths. One raised the white son and the other raised the black son. Their hands were held high. Yilin walked to the chessboard from the door for more than ten seconds, and their hands didn't fall down. Seems to be waiting for something.